Songbird Singing Things Birds of a Feather 》 2
Songbird Singing Things — Birds of a Feather 》 2
It took mere seconds to wack on your uniform and put your hair into regulation. You shoved your feet into your shoes and closed the door to your dorm. Everything else you would need today was already in the locker rooms, so donning your sunglasses and trudging your way to the briefing room was all you could do. It was no surprise that everyone was already starting to gather – Coyote and Fanboy were making conversation as you marched in. A chorus of "Hey Swan" was heard bouncing back and forth along the group. You nodded towards each person and offered smiles in hello, until you found Rooster leaning against the wall beside you. Normally, you would've brought up a hand to give a quick wave or a happy greeting – instead, you made it a point to keep your eyes forward and walked breezily past him, not giving Bradshaw the time of day. Finding your seat next to Phoenix was easy, since she was already sitting down with her F-18 manual in front of her. "Hey Phoenix!" You all but chirp, settling down next to her with a gleam in your eyes. Natasha eyes you warily. "You sound… chipper." She remarks. "Course I am," you comment quickly, cracking your knuckles and bouncing one of your knees. Phoenix smirks a bit. "You're nervous as hell, just like I am." "Am not." "Are too. You're fidgeting all over the place, it's your tell." You sigh and will yourself to stop moving. "Yeah?" You say, "So what's yours?" Laughing a bit, Phoenix shook her head. "You'll never know Swan, it's my own top secret." You rolled your eyes and smiled, now moving your gaze towards the clock. The hands were ticking dangerously close to start time, made all the more clear as everyone started taking their seats. You and Phoenix were in the first row, Hangman sitting at the table next to yours. Behind him, Fanboy and Payback, and behind you and Phoenix… Rooster and Coyote. You could almost feel Rooster's eyes burn holes into the back of your head, but no matter what, you would not turn around. It took only a couple of minutes until your supervisors, the Vice Admiral and Rear Admiral, walked in. They were quick on debriefing the lot of you with the general makeup of the mission, but left the rest to your instructor. Measured steps made their way up to the front, settling his materials on the tall desk before flashing your group a dazzling smile. "Good morning aviators, this is your captain speaking." Immediately, any whispers of a conversation vanished. Standing before you was the, with all due respect, legendary Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell. You lightly nudged Phoenix's foot to convey your surprise and she returned the gesture – clearly, everyone was stunned that they brought in such an infamous flier. "I trust everyone here has read the manual before?" Maverick suggests, motioning towards an F-18 manual – identical to the manual in front of everyone in the room. Nods and a few murmurs of "yes" echoed throughout the hanger. "Good. Forget it." With a deafening thud, Mav throws the handbook into the waste bin next to the desk. This time, you gave Phoenix a look which she matches. You weren't sure of all the details of the mission, but you knew one thing. This assignment was going to be something that had never been seen before. After Mav goes over the details of the mission, most notably the flydate that was in a mere month, he had you paired up and flying. You had already flown twice and were unfortunately subjected to two rounds of 200 pushups. Phoenix was with her new WSO, Bob, and was now sent up with Hangman. You made yourself busy getting to know your new WSO, Fanboy, a bit better. "So, uh, what's this thing you got with Rooster?" He asks, very clearly hesitating throughout the question. You sported somewhat of a sarcastic smile. "Just a bit of history, all in the past." You brush off, leaning back in your chair as you turn the knob on the receiver. Phoenix, Bob, and Hangman's voice crackled to life as they tried their hand at a dogfight with Maverick. Unfortunately, it didn't sound like it was going particularly well. "Really, cause uh… he sounded really pissed at the bar." "Oh, you know. Things happen and people get blamed." You murmur, focusing more now on the events happening in the sky than your past that you had no intention of reliving. Before you knew it, though, your name was getting called. "Swan Song and Fanboy – you're up." Fanboy stands up and offers you his hand, which you gladly take. "Wingman," Warlock says, "Rooster." Your stance hardens and Fanboy glances at you with an uneasy expression. Before Rooster could get a word in, you clear your throat. "C'mon Fanboy," you say, striding out of the room, "I don't wanna do anymore push-ups." Flying for you was as easy as breathing. Navigating through the air was like cutting butter and spreading it on a warm piece of bread, every motion and maneuver was easy and almost thoughtless as you sped through the skies. You could've taken this flight just as easy as all the ones in the past, doing maybe a couple of spins and having some fun before you really got into the meat of things. But during this flight, your wingman was Rooster, so that meant all bets were off. Silence was what settled upon your transmission feed, and as much as you would have rather not communicated with Bradshaw at the moment, the urge to win this dogfight prevailed. "Rooster, do you see him anywhere?" You say into your coms, checking all of your angles. "Negative, Swan Song." Your heart, even though you tried to push it down, skipped a beat at his voice. You knew he was just trying to be professional, but it was the first time in such a while that he spoke to you with no negative connotation, and damn did it just hit you like a punch in the gut. "Fanboy," you begin to say, "what about you–" suddenly, a force sends your jet spinning, and you scramble for the controls. "Afternoon aviators!" You hear Maverick's voice loud and clear through the intercoms as he flies straight by you, maneuvering his jet with such mastery it leaves you in shock for a moment. "Alright, eyes on Maverick," you state, gripping the yoke and engaging in combat. No matter how many times you flipped, turned, and spinned, you still couldn't manage to get the shot. You were frustrated to no end, but your focus and drive held steady. "We almost got him, almost got him," Fanboy says, directing you and trying to line up the shot. "Just a few more seconds!" "Swan Song, fade right!" Rooster's voice shoots through the coms. "What?! We've almost got the shot, just five more seconds.""I said fade right, I've got this!" Reluctantly, you're left with no other option than to do what he says. "Ugh, fine!" You fade right immediately, and the second you do, you hear Mav's faithful words. "Annnd, Swan Song's dead." Your instructor says, making you huff in frustration. "Return to base, we'll see you there." If one were to guess how your day was going, they would probably have said a dumpster fire in the middle of an inferno. To put it simply, you were pissed. You and Fanboy made your way back into the room with the radio comms, white-knuckling your helmet all the way there. You expected a look of pity from a few and a snide, teasing remark from Hangman, but when you and Fanboy walked in, all you could see was your whole group crowded around the radio. "Guys, what's going on?" You murmur, finding a seat and pulling up next to everyone. You were in the air maybe five minutes ago, and just the sight of your peers stone-faced and quiet had a chill running down your spine. "They're in a downward corkscrew headed straight towards the hard deck," Bob breathed out, not budging from his spot. "Maverick and Rooster." You can't help it - a gasp bubbles up and leaves your throat. Of course you were upset with Rooster, anyone in your position would be crazy not to be. But right now? All you wanted was for him to be safe and sound on the ground and yelling at you. You would take him yelling and screaming at you, making you cry rather than for this to have happened. "Come on Rooster, pull up. Pull up, pull up, pull up." Similar, quiet chants reverberated throughout the room until finally, with the smallest margin of time to spare, Rooster pulled up and ended the whole thing. The room visibly, and collectively, breathed out a sigh of relief. However, where your group mates were fine to go on for the rest of their day, you felt like a deflated balloon – all of the air sucked out of you. One by one, everyone files out of the room – leaving you all bust collapsed in your chair. Finally, the door is shut and you're all alone. In through the nose and out through your mouth. You see a chair, the radio, the water bottle that someone left, your helmet, and the radiator. In through the nose and out through the mouth. And suddenly, you're breaking down. Tears are in your eyes, snot is filling your nose, and you're heaving breaths too quickly. Rooster was going to die if he pulled up any later. He was going to die, and the last thing you would have done was yelled at and ignored him. This wasn't you, why were you so mad? Why was he so mad? You know animals lash out when they're hurt, you had seen it with your own eyes when you took your cat Olive to the vet. She had scratched and bitten you, and when everything was all okay, she nuzzled right up to you. Rooster was hurting so deeply, so strongly that the only thing he could do around you was bite and scratch. In through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the nose, out through the– "Swan Song?" You snap your head up to locate the speaker and find Rooster, his helmet in one hand and his pack in the other, a shocked and slightly scared look on his face. "Are you–" "Where do you get off pulling a stunt like that?!" You exclaim, your voice low. "Plummeting towards your death in a downward corkscrew?" You're on your feet now, marching towards him. You see his expression change several times in an instant. Worry, fear, anger, acceptance, and then indifference. "You know why that happened," "Because he pulled your papers," you heave again, not even bothering wiping the tears from your cheeks. "Rooster, I know, I understand why you're pissed. But, dammit, you could've died because of your stupid, misdirected, thoughtless ego!" You say, enunciating each word by shoving your helmet into his chest. "Thoughtless, huh?" He says, his mouth pressed in a thin line, "was that what happened when we were up in the air?" It was finally the day of your last assessment, the day that you completed your exit exam and graduated from Top Gun. Nerves were bouncing, as was one of your knees, as you sat at the long tables for breakfast. "C'mon Swan, you've gotta eat! Can't have you passing out as you watch firsthand when I pass this exam with flying colors and finally get the Bradshaw name on the plaque." Settling down next to you, Rooster slides close and settles his hand on your bouncing knee, making it almost impossible for it to jump again. You sport a wobbly smile and shake your head. "I don't think I can, I feel like every piece of food would just come right back up. And my breathing's getting heavy and I can't focus, so–" "Alright, tell me five things you see. Doesn't matter what it is, just tell me five things." You're not in the headspace to question him, so you just go for it. "The banana on the table over there, my sunglasses, the chair, the one blue tile on the ground, and you." Bradley smiles that signature, dashing smile and nods. "Nicely done, L/N. Now, in and out with me. In through the nose, out through the mouth." Together, the two of you breathe and just look into each other's eyes. He's smiling at you, and now all you can think about is him. You forget the exam and the thought of going up in a jet, and instead focus on Bradley. His melted chocolate eyes, the scarred over scratches on his cheeks, the shape of his eyebrows, his stupidly attractive mustache, and then his lips. "Feeling better there, Swan?" He murmurs softly. "Much." you breathe out and smile. He hands you a muffin dotted with chocolate chips, making your eyes grow wide. "Where on Earth–" "Snuck it in this morning. Now, I gotta go because they need to do one final check with my gear. Do me a favor and enjoy that muffin, 'kay? I'll see you in the air." He pats your knee and you swear, for a second you think he's about to kiss you, but instead he stands and flashes you one last grin. "Birds of a feather!" He calls, giving you one last wave. "Always," you say. You take the muffin in small bites and manage to throw away the wrapper and sit back down. But your knee starts jumping again, and now you're cracking your knuckles. Before you can worry too much, your name is called to start suiting up. So, up and off you go, ready to fly with your best friend in the whole world. The grin on your face is for Rooster and Rooster alone, and the thought of kissing those lips of his in congratulations when he's announced as the top of your class. The conditions in the air could not have been worse. Wind gusts kept knocking you off center and your hands were shaking as you tried to get into position to "fire" the "enemy" plane down. "You've got it Swan Song, take the shot!" You hear the encouraging words of Bradley's through your intercoms, but it's doing incredibly little to comfort you. "N-no, five… five more seconds, then I'll be good." You say back. trying your best to line up the shot. "Swan, you're gonna get caught, you have to take the shot now!" His voice rattled your already shaking body, making you completely freeze. "I-I'm off! I'm off!" You yell, pulling your jet off of the course. "Wait, what?! Swan!" What you didn't account for was how close Rooster was behind you, focusing directly on the "enemy" plane. "I'm caught in jet wash, I've got a flame out! Engine one is out, engine two is out!" Rooster's panicked voice echoes through your comms, causing you to watch in horror as his jet enters a deadly spiral. "Oh, oh god," you croak out. "I'm losing control, I gotta eject!" You gasp in horror as the top of his plane flies off and Rooster's parachute billows out, the rest of his jet crashing into the ground. "ROOSTER, DO YOU COPY! BRADLEY!" You all but scream, tears freely flowing from your eyes. It wasn't until your supervisor made you land your plane did you see him again, getting released from a quick check by the on staff med team. You shuddered as a sob broke out and sprinted to him, as fast as your uniform and pack would let you. "Bradley-" Where you expect to see maybe a wince of pain but a more or less happy expression, you're met with hardened eyes and an expression harboring nothing but fury. "What the fuck was that?" He says, voice low and dripping of anger. "I don't know, I-" you start, but he interrupts. "You don't know? You don't know?!" He jabs, reiterating what you said. "I could've died, you know that? Your jet wash sent me in that spin with no engine to fly my fucking jet." You open your mouth and close it, trying to find the correct words. "You know, that's exactly how my dad died?" He says, moving his face closer to yours. "Stuck in a jet wash with a faulty ejection." "Bradley, I–" "Shut your fucking mouth. Oh, and congratulations are in order, aren't they Swan Song?" He sneers. You shake your head, confused. "You're top of the class. And by the way, I'm glad you're finally living up to your Call Sign. You were the last thing I heard before my career got set back another four years." He shoved himself past you, leaving you heaving for air. "Bradley, Bradley please I didn't mean to I was–" "You were what?!" He shouts right into your face, paralyzing your entire body. He scoffs at your lack of response and continues his stride towards base. "I never want to talk to you again. I never want to see you again. Do me a favor and pick the farthest assignment from me possible, 'kay?" He shoots that one last snide remark before you're left alone on the tarmac, a shell of the woman and pilot you once were. Alone as you felt your knees crumple to the ground. Utterly, completely, alone. You shake your head as you feel the tears come upon you again. "You have no clue what happened that day when we were up in the air." Rooster rolled his eyes and that annoyed look reappeared on his visage. "Yeah, well, you never did clear it up, did you?" "You never let me finish what I said!" You exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air and letting go of your helmet. The round thing rolled away, the navy blue, gold, and white accents shimmering as it settled on the ground. Rooster didn't say anything more, so finally, you took the opportunity to explain. "I couldn't breathe up there." You say, trying your best to keep your voice measured. "I could barely grip the damn yoke because I was shaking and completely freaking out, and the only thing going on in my head was how bad I wanted you to be the one celebrating at the end of the day." You can see the clarity begin to work its way through Bradley's gaze, his lips parting and his features softening. "So I couldn't take the shot, miss, and compromise your mission, so I peeled off. I didn't," you take a deep breath in and let it shudder out, "I had no idea that you were that close, I would've never…" you croaked, shaking your head and squeezing your eyes shut. You back up a few steps and manage to look up at him again. It struck you how much he looked like your Bradley again. His eyebrows weren't knitted together so tightly and his jaw wasn't clenched in frustration. He had that honeyed look in his gaze again. "Y/N," he whispers so quietly you can barely hear it. He steps towards you but you take another step back, your heel bumping into your helmet. You reach down quickly and snatch it up. "But that doesn't change what happened. So," you sniffle, fixing yourself with a hardened gaze again, "whatever. Despise me all you want, Bradshaw, but never do what you did today again. I don't care if you hate me or Maverick or whoever. No grudge is worth it." You push past Rooster, your shoulders brushing against each other, before you're down the hall and out of the building, craving the comfort of a shower and the escape that sleep would provide. Bradley was still standing there in that comms room when a supervisor rapped on the door, telling him he needed to head out. He folded his helmet under the arm he held his pack in and walked slowly back to his dorm room. No matter how much he wanted to forget your presence and keep you as the reason he had, essentially, failed, he could still see you. Y/N L/N, the silly little girl he met at a naval gala when he was eight years old. His friend whom he texted when he could, ranting about how that girl Amber rejected the invitation to his senior prom and that he was now on his way to becoming the best naval pilot in the country. His first real love, singing Celine Dion and making the butterflies in his stomach go into a frenzy. He saw you, his sweet Swan Song, when you looked up at him with tears in your eyes and your hand grasping at your throat as you had trouble breathing. Bradley wanted you to tell him five things. Wanted you to breathe in and out with him. Wanted to smile and laugh and hug you like he did four years ago. But your relationship was definitely not what it once was. He had done everything in his power to be nasty towards you, and you had now given up on the whole notion of friendship. As he closes the door to his room and falls onto his bed, he pulls out his wallet. Tucked deep beneath random dollar bills and receipts was a picture folded ten times over. The two of you, your first day at Top Gun. It was all flight suits and helmets, smiles and sparkling eyes covered by Raybans. His arm was around your shoulder and you had thrown up a peace sign. Bradley smiled and let his head fall back onto his pillow, his gaze now turning towards the ceiling. One by one, he felt the tears welling and slowly slip down his cheeks. Rooster wanted to take it all back. To never have yelled at you or blamed you for an honest and unavoidable accident. He hated himself for what he subjected you to, and now, wanted nothing more than to apologize and get back to how you were before. For the time being, though, he did what he could control. Shucked his uniform, grabbed a shower, and slipped on a ratty old t-shirt and some boxers. Bradley let himself fall under the scratchy sheets and closed his eyes. Today was over, but tomorrow held plenty more challenges. NOE flying, PGM employment, and whether or not Y/N L/N would ever want to talk to him again.
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Songbird Singing Things — Birds of a Feather 》 2
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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 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.It took mere seconds to wack on your uniform and put your hair into regulation. You shoved your feet into your shoes and closed the door to your dorm. Everything else you would need today was already in the locker rooms, so donning your sunglasses and trudging your way to the briefing room was all you could do. It was no surprise that everyone was already starting to gather – Coyote and Fanboy were making conversation as you marched in. A chorus of "Hey Swan" was heard bouncing back and forth along the group. You nodded towards each person and offered smiles in hello, until you found Rooster leaning against the wall beside you. Normally, you would've brought up a hand to give a quick wave or a happy greeting – instead, you made it a point to keep your eyes forward and walked breezily past him, not giving Bradshaw the time of day. Finding your seat next to Phoenix was easy, since she was already sitting down with her F-18 manual in front of her. "Hey Phoenix!" You all but chirp, settling down next to her with a gleam in your eyes. Natasha eyes you warily. "You sound… chipper." She remarks. "Course I am," you comment quickly, cracking your knuckles and bouncing one of your knees. Phoenix smirks a bit. "You're nervous as hell, just like I am." "Am not." "Are too. You're fidgeting all over the place, it's your tell." You sigh and will yourself to stop moving. "Yeah?" You say, "So what's yours?" Laughing a bit, Phoenix shook her head. "You'll never know Swan, it's my own top secret." You rolled your eyes and smiled, now moving your gaze towards the clock. The hands were ticking dangerously close to start time, made all the more clear as everyone started taking their seats. You and Phoenix were in the first row, Hangman sitting at the table next to yours. Behind him, Fanboy and Payback, and behind you and Phoenix… Rooster and Coyote. You could almost feel Rooster's eyes burn holes into the back of your head, but no matter what, you would not turn around. It took only a couple of minutes until your supervisors, the Vice Admiral and Rear Admiral, walked in. They were quick on debriefing the lot of you with the general makeup of the mission, but left the rest to your instructor. Measured steps made their way up to the front, settling his materials on the tall desk before flashing your group a dazzling smile. "Good morning aviators, this is your captain speaking." Immediately, any whispers of a conversation vanished. Standing before you was the, with all due respect, legendary Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell. You lightly nudged Phoenix's foot to convey your surprise and she returned the gesture – clearly, everyone was stunned that they brought in such an infamous flier. "I trust everyone here has read the manual before?" Maverick suggests, motioning towards an F-18 manual – identical to the manual in front of everyone in the room. Nods and a few murmurs of "yes" echoed throughout the hanger. "Good. Forget it." With a deafening thud, Mav throws the handbook into the waste bin next to the desk. This time, you gave Phoenix a look which she matches. You weren't sure of all the details of the mission, but you knew one thing. This assignment was going to be something that had never been seen before. After Mav goes over the details of the mission, most notably the flydate that was in a mere month, he had you paired up and flying. You had already flown twice and were unfortunately subjected to two rounds of 200 pushups. Phoenix was with her new WSO, Bob, and was now sent up with Hangman. You made yourself busy getting to know your new WSO, Fanboy, a bit better. "So, uh, what's this thing you got with Rooster?" He asks, very clearly hesitating throughout the question. You sported somewhat of a sarcastic smile. "Just a bit of history, all in the past." You brush off, leaning back in your chair as you turn the knob on the receiver. Phoenix, Bob, and Hangman's voice crackled to life as they tried their hand at a dogfight with Maverick. Unfortunately, it didn't sound like it was going particularly well. "Really, cause uh… he sounded really pissed at the bar." "Oh, you know. Things happen and people get blamed." You murmur, focusing more now on the events happening in the sky than your past that you had no intention of reliving. Before you knew it, though, your name was getting called. "Swan Song and Fanboy – you're up." Fanboy stands up and offers you his hand, which you gladly take. "Wingman," Warlock says, "Rooster." Your stance hardens and Fanboy glances at you with an uneasy expression. Before Rooster could get a word in, you clear your throat. "C'mon Fanboy," you say, striding out of the room, "I don't wanna do anymore push-ups." Flying for you was as easy as breathing. Navigating through the air was like cutting butter and spreading it on a warm piece of bread, every motion and maneuver was easy and almost thoughtless as you sped through the skies. You could've taken this flight just as easy as all the ones in the past, doing maybe a couple of spins and having some fun before you really got into the meat of things. But during this flight, your wingman was Rooster, so that meant all bets were off. Silence was what settled upon your transmission feed, and as much as you would have rather not communicated with Bradshaw at the moment, the urge to win this dogfight prevailed. "Rooster, do you see him anywhere?" You say into your coms, checking all of your angles. "Negative, Swan Song." Your heart, even though you tried to push it down, skipped a beat at his voice. You knew he was just trying to be professional, but it was the first time in such a while that he spoke to you with no negative connotation, and damn did it just hit you like a punch in the gut. "Fanboy," you begin to say, "what about you–" suddenly, a force sends your jet spinning, and you scramble for the controls. "Afternoon aviators!" You hear Maverick's voice loud and clear through the intercoms as he flies straight by you, maneuvering his jet with such mastery it leaves you in shock for a moment. "Alright, eyes on Maverick," you state, gripping the yoke and engaging in combat. No matter how many times you flipped, turned, and spinned, you still couldn't manage to get the shot. You were frustrated to no end, but your focus and drive held steady. "We almost got him, almost got him," Fanboy says, directing you and trying to line up the shot. "Just a few more seconds!" "Swan Song, fade right!" Rooster's voice shoots through the coms. "What?! We've almost got the shot, just five more seconds.""I said fade right, I've got this!" Reluctantly, you're left with no other option than to do what he says. "Ugh, fine!" You fade right immediately, and the second you do, you hear Mav's faithful words. "Annnd, Swan Song's dead." Your instructor says, making you huff in frustration. "Return to base, we'll see you there." If one were to guess how your day was going, they would probably have said a dumpster fire in the middle of an inferno. To put it simply, you were pissed. You and Fanboy made your way back into the room with the radio comms, white-knuckling your helmet all the way there. You expected a look of pity from a few and a snide, teasing remark from Hangman, but when you and Fanboy walked in, all you could see was your whole group crowded around the radio. "Guys, what's going on?" You murmur, finding a seat and pulling up next to everyone. You were in the air maybe five minutes ago, and just the sight of your peers stone-faced and quiet had a chill running down your spine. "They're in a downward corkscrew headed straight towards the hard deck," Bob breathed out, not budging from his spot. "Maverick and Rooster." You can't help it - a gasp bubbles up and leaves your throat. Of course you were upset with Rooster, anyone in your position would be crazy not to be. But right now? All you wanted was for him to be safe and sound on the ground and yelling at you. You would take him yelling and screaming at you, making you cry rather than for this to have happened. "Come on Rooster, pull up. Pull up, pull up, pull up." Similar, quiet chants reverberated throughout the room until finally, with the smallest margin of time to spare, Rooster pulled up and ended the whole thing. The room visibly, and collectively, breathed out a sigh of relief. However, where your group mates were fine to go on for the rest of their day, you felt like a deflated balloon – all of the air sucked out of you. One by one, everyone files out of the room – leaving you all bust collapsed in your chair. Finally, the door is shut and you're all alone. In through the nose and out through your mouth. You see a chair, the radio, the water bottle that someone left, your helmet, and the radiator. In through the nose and out through the mouth. And suddenly, you're breaking down. Tears are in your eyes, snot is filling your nose, and you're heaving breaths too quickly. Rooster was going to die if he pulled up any later. He was going to die, and the last thing you would have done was yelled at and ignored him. This wasn't you, why were you so mad? Why was he so mad? You know animals lash out when they're hurt, you had seen it with your own eyes when you took your cat Olive to the vet. She had scratched and bitten you, and when everything was all okay, she nuzzled right up to you. Rooster was hurting so deeply, so strongly that the only thing he could do around you was bite and scratch. In through the nose, out through the mouth. In through the nose, out through the– "Swan Song?" You snap your head up to locate the speaker and find Rooster, his helmet in one hand and his pack in the other, a shocked and slightly scared look on his face. "Are you–" "Where do you get off pulling a stunt like that?!" You exclaim, your voice low. "Plummeting towards your death in a downward corkscrew?" You're on your feet now, marching towards him. You see his expression change several times in an instant. Worry, fear, anger, acceptance, and then indifference. "You know why that happened," "Because he pulled your papers," you heave again, not even bothering wiping the tears from your cheeks. "Rooster, I know, I understand why you're pissed. But, dammit, you could've died because of your stupid, misdirected, thoughtless ego!" You say, enunciating each word by shoving your helmet into his chest. "Thoughtless, huh?" He says, his mouth pressed in a thin line, "was that what happened when we were up in the air?" It was finally the day of your last assessment, the day that you completed your exit exam and graduated from Top Gun. Nerves were bouncing, as was one of your knees, as you sat at the long tables for breakfast. "C'mon Swan, you've gotta eat! Can't have you passing out as you watch firsthand when I pass this exam with flying colors and finally get the Bradshaw name on the plaque." Settling down next to you, Rooster slides close and settles his hand on your bouncing knee, making it almost impossible for it to jump again. You sport a wobbly smile and shake your head. "I don't think I can, I feel like every piece of food would just come right back up. And my breathing's getting heavy and I can't focus, so–" "Alright, tell me five things you see. Doesn't matter what it is, just tell me five things." You're not in the headspace to question him, so you just go for it. "The banana on the table over there, my sunglasses, the chair, the one blue tile on the ground, and you." Bradley smiles that signature, dashing smile and nods. "Nicely done, L/N. Now, in and out with me. In through the nose, out through the mouth." Together, the two of you breathe and just look into each other's eyes. He's smiling at you, and now all you can think about is him. You forget the exam and the thought of going up in a jet, and instead focus on Bradley. His melted chocolate eyes, the scarred over scratches on his cheeks, the shape of his eyebrows, his stupidly attractive mustache, and then his lips. "Feeling better there, Swan?" He murmurs softly. "Much." you breathe out and smile. He hands you a muffin dotted with chocolate chips, making your eyes grow wide. "Where on Earth–" "Snuck it in this morning. Now, I gotta go because they need to do one final check with my gear. Do me a favor and enjoy that muffin, 'kay? I'll see you in the air." He pats your knee and you swear, for a second you think he's about to kiss you, but instead he stands and flashes you one last grin. "Birds of a feather!" He calls, giving you one last wave. "Always," you say. You take the muffin in small bites and manage to throw away the wrapper and sit back down. But your knee starts jumping again, and now you're cracking your knuckles. Before you can worry too much, your name is called to start suiting up. So, up and off you go, ready to fly with your best friend in the whole world. The grin on your face is for Rooster and Rooster alone, and the thought of kissing those lips of his in congratulations when he's announced as the top of your class. The conditions in the air could not have been worse. Wind gusts kept knocking you off center and your hands were shaking as you tried to get into position to "fire" the "enemy" plane down. "You've got it Swan Song, take the shot!" You hear the encouraging words of Bradley's through your intercoms, but it's doing incredibly little to comfort you. "N-no, five… five more seconds, then I'll be good." You say back. trying your best to line up the shot. "Swan, you're gonna get caught, you have to take the shot now!" His voice rattled your already shaking body, making you completely freeze. "I-I'm off! I'm off!" You yell, pulling your jet off of the course. "Wait, what?! Swan!" What you didn't account for was how close Rooster was behind you, focusing directly on the "enemy" plane. "I'm caught in jet wash, I've got a flame out! Engine one is out, engine two is out!" Rooster's panicked voice echoes through your comms, causing you to watch in horror as his jet enters a deadly spiral. "Oh, oh god," you croak out. "I'm losing control, I gotta eject!" You gasp in horror as the top of his plane flies off and Rooster's parachute billows out, the rest of his jet crashing into the ground. "ROOSTER, DO YOU COPY! BRADLEY!" You all but scream, tears freely flowing from your eyes. It wasn't until your supervisor made you land your plane did you see him again, getting released from a quick check by the on staff med team. You shuddered as a sob broke out and sprinted to him, as fast as your uniform and pack would let you. "Bradley-" Where you expect to see maybe a wince of pain but a more or less happy expression, you're met with hardened eyes and an expression harboring nothing but fury. "What the fuck was that?" He says, voice low and dripping of anger. "I don't know, I-" you start, but he interrupts. "You don't know? You don't know?!" He jabs, reiterating what you said. "I could've died, you know that? Your jet wash sent me in that spin with no engine to fly my fucking jet." You open your mouth and close it, trying to find the correct words. "You know, that's exactly how my dad died?" He says, moving his face closer to yours. "Stuck in a jet wash with a faulty ejection." "Bradley, I–" "Shut your fucking mouth. Oh, and congratulations are in order, aren't they Swan Song?" He sneers. You shake your head, confused. "You're top of the class. And by the way, I'm glad you're finally living up to your Call Sign. You were the last thing I heard before my career got set back another four years." He shoved himself past you, leaving you heaving for air. "Bradley, Bradley please I didn't mean to I was–" "You were what?!" He shouts right into your face, paralyzing your entire body. He scoffs at your lack of response and continues his stride towards base. "I never want to talk to you again. I never want to see you again. Do me a favor and pick the farthest assignment from me possible, 'kay?" He shoots that one last snide remark before you're left alone on the tarmac, a shell of the woman and pilot you once were. Alone as you felt your knees crumple to the ground. Utterly, completely, alone. You shake your head as you feel the tears come upon you again. "You have no clue what happened that day when we were up in the air." Rooster rolled his eyes and that annoyed look reappeared on his visage. "Yeah, well, you never did clear it up, did you?" "You never let me finish what I said!" You exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air and letting go of your helmet. The round thing rolled away, the navy blue, gold, and white accents shimmering as it settled on the ground. Rooster didn't say anything more, so finally, you took the opportunity to explain. "I couldn't breathe up there." You say, trying your best to keep your voice measured. "I could barely grip the damn yoke because I was shaking and completely freaking out, and the only thing going on in my head was how bad I wanted you to be the one celebrating at the end of the day." You can see the clarity begin to work its way through Bradley's gaze, his lips parting and his features softening. "So I couldn't take the shot, miss, and compromise your mission, so I peeled off. I didn't," you take a deep breath in and let it shudder out, "I had no idea that you were that close, I would've never…" you croaked, shaking your head and squeezing your eyes shut. You back up a few steps and manage to look up at him again. It struck you how much he looked like your Bradley again. His eyebrows weren't knitted together so tightly and his jaw wasn't clenched in frustration. He had that honeyed look in his gaze again. "Y/N," he whispers so quietly you can barely hear it. He steps towards you but you take another step back, your heel bumping into your helmet. You reach down quickly and snatch it up. "But that doesn't change what happened. So," you sniffle, fixing yourself with a hardened gaze again, "whatever. Despise me all you want, Bradshaw, but never do what you did today again. I don't care if you hate me or Maverick or whoever. No grudge is worth it." You push past Rooster, your shoulders brushing against each other, before you're down the hall and out of the building, craving the comfort of a shower and the escape that sleep would provide. Bradley was still standing there in that comms room when a supervisor rapped on the door, telling him he needed to head out. He folded his helmet under the arm he held his pack in and walked slowly back to his dorm room. No matter how much he wanted to forget your presence and keep you as the reason he had, essentially, failed, he could still see you. Y/N L/N, the silly little girl he met at a naval gala when he was eight years old. His friend whom he texted when he could, ranting about how that girl Amber rejected the invitation to his senior prom and that he was now on his way to becoming the best naval pilot in the country. His first real love, singing Celine Dion and making the butterflies in his stomach go into a frenzy. He saw you, his sweet Swan Song, when you looked up at him with tears in your eyes and your hand grasping at your throat as you had trouble breathing. Bradley wanted you to tell him five things. Wanted you to breathe in and out with him. Wanted to smile and laugh and hug you like he did four years ago. But your relationship was definitely not what it once was. He had done everything in his power to be nasty towards you, and you had now given up on the whole notion of friendship. As he closes the door to his room and falls onto his bed, he pulls out his wallet. Tucked deep beneath random dollar bills and receipts was a picture folded ten times over. The two of you, your first day at Top Gun. It was all flight suits and helmets, smiles and sparkling eyes covered by Raybans. His arm was around your shoulder and you had thrown up a peace sign. Bradley smiled and let his head fall back onto his pillow, his gaze now turning towards the ceiling. One by one, he felt the tears welling and slowly slip down his cheeks. Rooster wanted to take it all back. To never have yelled at you or blamed you for an honest and unavoidable accident. He hated himself for what he subjected you to, and now, wanted nothing more than to apologize and get back to how you were before. For the time being, though, he did what he could control. Shucked his uniform, grabbed a shower, and slipped on a ratty old t-shirt and some boxers. Bradley let himself fall under the scratchy sheets and closed his eyes. Today was over, but tomorrow held plenty more challenges. NOE flying, PGM employment, and whether or not Y/N L/N would ever want to talk to him again.
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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 gunBirds 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. Okumaya devam et bradley rooster bradshaw rooster bradshaw fic rooster fanfic rooster headcanon rooster x y/n rooster x reader rooster x f!reader rooster x female reader rooster x you bradley x y/n bradley x reader bradley x you bradley fic bradley bradshaw imagine bradley bradshaw x reader bradley bradshaw x y/n bradley bradshaw x female reader bradley bradshaw x you bradley bradshaw bradley bradshaw fluff bradley bradshaw fanfiction bradley bradshaw angst rooster fanfiction rooster fluff rooster fic rooster a rooster bradshaw imagine rooster top gun x y/n top gun x readerBirds 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 readerBirds of a Feather 》 1
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.Okumaya devam et top gun masterlist top gun maverick x reader top gun maverick x you top gun maverick x y/n top gun x reader top gun x you top gun x y/n bradley x you bradley x y/n bradley x reader bradley bradshaw x reader bradley bradshaw x y/n bradley bradshaw x you bradley bradshaw x female reader bradley bradshaw imagine bradley rooster bradshaw rooster x you rooster x y/n rooster x reader bradley rooster bradshaw x you bradley rooster bradshaw x reader bradley rooster bradshaw x y/n rooster x female reader
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Gönderi sahibi allthesepurplelightsBradley 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 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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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 maverick1000 Followers Celebration
Gönderi sahibi rainismyonlytherapy I would like to start this off by saying thank you, so so much for 1K followers. When I started writing on this platform, I had no idea I would ever even have 10 followers, let alone 1,000. I just loved to write and thought, hey, wouldn't it be a fun idea if I posted it? Now, here I am, with so much support and love that it makes me want to cry and scream and yell and laugh with so much happiness. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Now onto the celebrations! My requests have been closed for a little bit, so they are opening back up now! Below, I will include some of the fandoms I write for and the guidelines for requests. If you have any questions, comments, or just want to chat, please say hello in the comments below and I'll try and respond to the best of my ability! Also, if you would like to be on a taglist for certain fandoms or characters, let me know that as well! You will be notified when a new fic regarding that character or fandom is posted, so you never have to worry about missing one! So please, enjoy, and hit me with those requests! <3, SongbirdFandoms I write for
- Top Gun - Stranger Things - AOT - MHARequest Guidelines
1. I do not write anything nsfw 2. I might choose not to write if I am uncomfortable with the subject matter you request, for example, hangovers or the intake of alcohol since I am underage and don't want to assume anything about that experience! I will definitely message you, letting you know if I can't fulfill your request <3 3. If you want the fic to be a specific gender (male, female, non-binary, gender neutral, etc.) please let me know! I try my best to make my 'x reader' fics gender neutral, but sometimes I default to she/her pronouns, so just let me know! 4. There is a limit of one character per fic. Please specify which character you want me to write for! 5. I will try my best to write and post the requests in a timely manner, but requests sometimes pile up and I have a job, so there will be instances in which it takes a little longer to finish a work, so please be patient! I will not forget about the requests. 6. Have fun! top gun x reader top gun x you top gun x y/n top gun maverick top gun masterlist bradley rooster bradshaw rooster x you rooster headcanon rooster fanfic rooster bradshaw fic rooster fluff rooster x y/n bradley bradshaw x female reader bradley bradshaw x y/n bradley bradshaw imagine bradley bradshaw x reader steve harrington stranger things stranger things x reader steve stranger things stranger things x stranger things steve harrington x reader steve harrington fanfiction steve harrington steve harrington x aot x reader aot x you levi ackerman x reader levi ackerman fanfiction levi ackerman ficHeart 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