Songbird Singing Things Birds of a Feather 》 1
Songbird Singing Things — Birds of a Feather 》 1
Your visit to your dorm room was quick – simply dropping the duffel bag onto the springy cot and getting a change of clothes. An old pair of high-waisted denim shorts, a cropped white tank, a worn unbuttoned long-sleeve shirt, and a pair of beat up sneakers was what you managed to dig out and throw on. After slipping your keys and wallet into your back pocket, you were out of the door and heading to the one place you knew by the back of your hand; The Hard Deck. It was a miracle that, after all these years, the building looked exactly the same. The wooden slats experienced no weathering and, miraculously, the white window frames looked impossibly clean – like Penny scrubbed the whole building down from head to toe each morning, noon, and night. You kept your sunglasses on as you entered the building, immediately settling into the familiar rhythm of the establishment. Dotted all along the place were men and women in uniform, getting a drink, some food, or shooting pool. You found yourself in need of the first option. You managed to weave your way through the crowd of people to finally get to the bar, only to be interrupted. "Hey little lady, how are you this evening?" You pressed your lips together and turned around, giving whoever just spoke a somewhat cynical smile. He was tall and blonde, but you knew that annoying face instantly. "Hey there, Hangman." You say in response, standing straight up. He was 6'0, but you were only about a couple inches shorter than him. "I was doing just fine." You cock your head and fix him with a hard stare. He shakes his head a bit and chuckles. "Oh, Swan Song, it is good to see you too." He says, moseying back to the crowd gathered around the pool table. Your previously teasing expression drops as soon as he mentions your Call Sign. "It's just Swan." You spit out, turning around quickly. To your luck, a familiar brunette was there smiling at you from behind the bar. "Penny," You breathe out, a toothy grin spreading across your cheeks. "Hey there hon," she says, giving you a hug over the bar. "Long time." "Yeah," you nod. "Can I get something?" Penny gives you a knowing smile and nods. "You're worried that he's going to be here?" She asks, her hands moving to get you a glass and filling it up with who knows what. "Of course he's gonna be here," you say quickly. "He's too good to not be here." Penny wordlessly passes you your drink and rubs your shoulder, giving you a 'keep your head up' glance before returning to her other patrons. You took a deep breath, a sip of whatever cocktail she had stirred up, and followed the path Hangman took to the group of pilots gathered there. "Swan!" In front of the group is Phoenix, her expression one of elation and her arms outstretched. "Phoenix!" You match her tone, giving her a big hug. "God, I haven't heard from you in about 8 months! How've you been?" She smiles and shrugs. "Eh, you know. Same as you, just in Europe." You grin. "Yo, Phoenix, you're gonna introduce us to your buddies or what?" A guy from behind Natasha says, his eyebrows raised. "Well, if you don't already know Swan over here, you better – she's gonna give every one of us a run for our money – especially our instructor. And, fellas, this here's Bagman." "Hangman," the pilot in question corrects. "Whatever. And behind him is Coyote." Phoenix shoots back. The other two men give you both a nod. "I'm Payback." The taller man says, shaking your hand. "Fanboy." The other guy says. All five of you settle into easy conversation – well, the four of you, plus Hangman dropping comments whenever he deems it necessary. However, everything stopped when Jake halted his pool game and looked into the crowd of people. "Bradshaw. As I live and breathe." The second his last name is uttered, your entire body freezes. It's like you've stopped breathing, and the only thing you can hear is your heart pounding in your ears. "Hangman, you look… good." His voice has such a polarizing effect over you, like jumping into the freezing ocean without dipping your toes in first. "Oh, I am good." Hangman says, spinning the cue stick a little. "I am very good." By some grace of god, you were covered by the little crowd and managed to sneak away without Rooster catching a glance. Over your shoulder, you hear Phoenix introducing him to the rest of the guys. You stay towards the back of the bar, taking little sips of your drink as your gaze stays strictly on the man with the mustache. All you really wanted to do was run up and give him a bone crushing hug and catch up on everything that's happened since your graduation. But, you knew he wouldn't want that, so you stood to the side. That all came to an end, though, when the second you took your eyes off of the group, the jukebox was unplugged from the wall and the beginning notes of Great Balls of Fire were being played from the piano. "C'mon," a tug to your arm from Phoenix jarred you. "Oh, I dunno…" you murmur, eyeing Natasha and then Rooster, sitting on the piano bench and fiddling around with the keys. "Y/N, it's been years. Can he really still be upset about what happened? I mean, it wasn't even your fault." You give Phoenix a sad smile. "You know how he is." You say plainly, keeping your feet planted. Phoenix sighs and shakes her head. "Yeah, well, what he is… is stupid. Swan, please, for me?" You eye the crowd around the piano, and finally, relent. With a giddy smile, Natasha loops her arm through yours and pulls you towards everyone, the first lyrics of the song being sung. "You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain! Too much love drives a man insane. You broke my will, but what a thrill, goodness gracious great balls of fire!" Rooster sang, a wide smile on his face. And, of course, the crowd joined in. "I laughed at love cause I thought it was funny, but you came along and you moved me, honey! I've changed my mind, this love is fine, goodness gracious great balls of fire!" Despite yourself and the situation, you found yourself singing along as well. It was crazy, how just this song brought you back to your first few days at Top Gun. You were nervous to walk into the fated Hard Deck bar, feeling more like a turtle in its beige uniform shell than the confident pilot you were so used to being. You came from a family of pilots, your dad and your grandfather both possessing that need for speed. It was only natural that you would become one as well. Shoving your sunglasses onto your shirt you took a deep breath and crossed the threshold, bracing yourself for the crowd inside. It was both exactly and nothing like you expected. Where there were dozens of naval officers, members, and officials all dotting around the bar, there were plenty of people dressed casually as well. The atmosphere was… kind of lovely. Like a little family that were all milling about, saying friendly hellos and clapping each other on the shoulder. "You lost, little duck?" Someone murmured, their breath touching your ear. You jump back and spin around, revealing a tall blonde, the last name Seresin engraved on his name tag. "Uh, no, I'm a pilot just like you." You try to explain calmly, frowning. "Oh, don't tell me you're part of the new Top Gun class." He said, shaking his head and chuckling. Now, you're pissed. "Yeah, I am. What about it?" You bite back, folding your arms in front of you. "Nothing, nothing," Seresin says, waving his hand dismissively. "Just be prepared to not dally in my jet wash when I leave you in the dust, 'kay?" With a smug smile, he reaches past you to grab the drink waiting for him. "Ah, ah, ah!" An airy pitched voice says from behind you. You glance over your shoulder to find a woman with a smirk on her face. Wordlessly, she points at a sign hanging above the counter, two of the 'No-no' rules being never disrespect a lady or the navy. "Buddy, you just did both." With a roll of his eyes, Seresin watched as the woman rang the bell, a sea of shouts and whoops circling the crowd. The tall man reluctantly forked over his credit card and made a point of walking away to the farthest corner. "I like the rules," you say, earning a laugh from the woman. "Name's Penny, hun. I'm sure I'll be seeing you around." Penny extends a hand and you meet her's, shaking it. "I'm Y/N." You introduce yourself. The woman raises an eyebrow. "No Call Sign yet?" You shake your head, grinning. "Not yet," you affirm, "hopefully I don't do anything stupid enough to earn an unfortunate one." Penny nods her head and laughs. "Best of luck to you… oh, L/N! I knew your dad when I was younger." Clearly, she could see the confusion written across your face as she mentions your father. "Admiral's daughter. I knew many pilots, including your father," she says, and then moves to point near an old piano, "and his! Hey, Bradshaw!" You suck in a breath as you hear that last name, your gaze immediately finding the man's at the piano. Just how you remember him, but older. Where his boyish features had melted away, new ones filled in. Your breathing stuttered as you took him in. You had always harbored a little crush on him when the two of you were younger, but now? He wasn't just cute or kind of attractive – he was hot with a capital "h." "L/N? Y/N, is that you?" He says, surprise leaking through his words. You're beaming now and wave goodbye to Penny before walking as fast as you could over to the man on the piano bench. He was standing now, making his way over to you. "C'mon Bradshaw, of course it's me! You thought I wouldn't be here?" You say, chiding him with amusement in your voice. "No, no it's not… you just look different!" You tilt your head to the side slightly at his statement. "A good different, you look great. I mean, the last time I saw you, we were, what, sixteen?" You nod and smile. "You look great too Bradley." He gives you a big hug, his arms circling your shoulders and holding you close to him. You try to reciprocate as best as you can, but damn, it's hard when you feel the tickle of his mustache on your cheek. "Now I can't have you calling me Bradley, or the rest of the class will never let me live it down." He says, making you laugh. "Bradshaw then?" "How about Rooster instead?" Gasping, you punch him in the shoulder lightly. "You got your Call Sign! And what a great one too, damn." You exclaim, your hands moving to rest on your hips. "I'm sure you'll get yours soon - kind of crazy that you don't already have one." Rooster remarks. You scoff slightly and roll your eyes. "Gee, thanks, way to make me feel better." Bradley spots your slightly sullen expression and wraps an arm around your waist. "Come on, now. I've got something that'll bring that smile back." He walks you back over to the piano and sits you down next to him. "Oh no," you begin to say, but your last word is cut off by the first chords Bradley struck on the instrument. "You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain! Too much love drives a man insane. You broke my will, but what a thrill, goodness gracious great balls of fire!" Your laughter rings out as Rooster nudges your shoulder. "I laughed at love cause I thought it was funny, but you came along and you moved me, honey! I've changed my mind, this love is fine, goodness gracious great balls of fire!" You sang, Bradley letting you have the little solo. "You kiss me baby! Oooh, that feels good baby." Rooster begins. "Hold me baby!" You follow. "I wanna love you like a lover should." "You're fine!" "You're so kind!" "Ima tell the world that you're mine, mine, mine, mine!" You chant together with him, leaning into his side as he plays the keys. "I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs! I'm getting nervous but it sure is fun. Come on baby, you're driving me crazy goodness gracious great balls of fire!" And as Bradley sang the last notes, you whooped and cheered, earning a kiss on the cheek from him – thank god it was too low lit in the bar to really tell how much your face heated up. "Well howdy there Rooster, good to see you son." An older man walked forward and shot Bradley a smile, one which he returned. "Hello sir, glad you enjoyed the music." The older man chuckled and then turned towards you. "You're L/N, right?" You nod your head and give him a grin. "Yes sir, that's me." You affirm. "I understand that you're still in need of a Call Sign. Ain't that right?" You sit up straighter in your seat and nod, catching the excited gleam from Bradley out of the corner of your eye. "Well it just so happens I'm in the naming committee. "Might I suggest 'Duckling'?" You hear Seresin's voice from out of the crowd, effectively plummeting your mood. "Might I suggest you keep your nose out of this, Seresin?" You shoot back. Oohs were heard around you, including the older man. "Gonna have to shoot you down there Hangman," the older man says, "this gal here's got more grace here in her pinky finger than you have all over. I got it – Swan Song." Your excitement peaks, but only before you remember what a swan song historically is. "Um, sir, isn't a swan song something that a swan sings before it… dies?" The older man nods his head. "It can mean that – or it can mean someone leaving in style. Swan Song, you're gonna be leaving us all in the dust – and in style, if what I heard about your flying is true." With that, the older man turns away and Rooster immediately gloms onto your side, squeezing you into an excited hug. "Birds of a feather, hey Swan Song?" He says into your ear, setting your nerves on fire. "Always, Rooster." "I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs! I'm getting nervous but it sure is fun. Come on baby, you're driving me crazy goodness gracious great balls of fire!" Rooster plinks out the final chords and, from around the bar, hears his call sign being chanted. He stands up and does a little dance, making you bite your lip to keep from laughing. Once he's done, though, he catches your eye… and everything stops. A hush falls upon the crowd as his once joyous, and cocky expression, fades into deep resentment. You clear your throat a bit. "Hey, Rooster." You manage, wearing a small smile. "Swan Song." He says back, plainly. You look at your shoes and then back to him. "Um, it's just Swan… now." You say quietly, earning a shake of his head and the narrowing of his features. "Nah, I think it's Swan Song." Rooster says. His voice is cold, holding such malice. It makes you rethink this entire evening. Should've just stayed in my dorm, you think. "Everyone here know why her Call Sign is Swan Song?" He shouts to the crowd of naval aviators. "No, please–" you begin to say, shaking your head. But he cuts you off anyway. "L/N's Call Sign is Swan Song, cause she provides a pretty little distraction before she makes you end up ejecting and crashing your plane into the fucking ground." He says. You feel yourself become smaller as you slowly back up into the sea of people, willing for them to just part ways to let you escape. "Rooster," Phoenix says, holding a chastising tone and urging him to stop, but he doesn't. "That's exactly what happened to me when we were determining top spots." He says, walking towards and then looking down at you. "Just had to make me abandon my jet, make me eject in order to save my own fucking life so you could get the top spot, huh?" He spits, the anger dripping from every word. "No, Rooster, please – it was an accident, I swear." You urge. He just shakes his head. "So much for a wingman. Go to hell." And with that, he shoves past you, his shoulder colliding with yours, as he makes his way to the bar. The silence settled yet again, but all eyes were on you. Assessing you, watching you – like your next move would end up with them somewhere in a ditch. With that, you took off. It didn't matter if someone was in your way, you managed to squeeze past them and then out of the door. "Swan, c'mon he's just pissed – he'll get over it!" You hear Phoenix shout from behind you. Her statements make you fume, causing you to spin around. "No, he won't!" You exclaim, your breathing heavy. You see your friend looking at you with an unsure expression. "He will never get over it because he blames me for what happened." "You and I both know it wasn't your fault-" "That doesn't matter! I will always be the bad guy, the reason he didn't get first pick. The reason he couldn't get the Bradshaw name on that damn plaque. So, I'm done." You let your hands fall to your sides before fishing out your motorcycle keys. "You're done, what do you mean you're done? You're not leaving are you?" Phoenix worries, striding faster so that she's next to you as you're buckling your helmet and situating yourself over the seat of your Kawasaki. "I'm done with him. Of trying to make amends, I'm done. No holding back." Phoenix huffs, clear disappointment written all over her face. "Swan, don't say that. I know he still cares for you, he's just hurting." "Like you've said, it's been years. And if he's hurting, he could've just slapped a Bandaid on and called it a day, but here he is acting like a complete asshole." You were glad that your motorcycle helmet covered your eyes with a dark lens, effectively covering your tear-ridden eyes. "I'll see you tomorrow morning." Understanding there was nothing more she could say, Phoenix stepped back as you revved up the engine. You gripped the handlebars and squeezed your eyes shut, willing the tears to stay back. Once you were sure none would fall, you stepped on the pedal and sped off, heading back to the dorms. Bradley sighed, peeling himself away from the window the second Phoenix turned around and made eye contact. It was unfortunate that she spotted him, but inevitable. He knew that Phoenix had suspicions of his feelings for you and those theories were confirmed one drunken night four years ago when the two of them were subject to a whole class karaoke session. You had decided on It's All Coming Back To Me Now by Celine Dion, belting your heart out as the rest of the class hooted and hollered praise. It was only when you had extended your hand to him while singing, "Baby, baby, baby when you touch me like this! And when you hold me like that!" did he feel his heart beat ten times faster than it ever had. There was a sparkle in your eye as you sang and all Rooster could do was watch you, and dammit, all he could do was fall in love with you. But then what happened… happened. All signs pointed to you being the culprit and Bradley had nowhere to place blame except for you. Maybe if he had taken a second to breathe and sort out his feelings, he would've just vented to you instead of pushing you, both physically and figuratively, out of his life. Maybe the two of you would still be best friends, or maybe something more, but he couldn't reverse time. You had done nothing to prove him wrong and that what you did didn't cause his failure. What you did caused his family name, the one he and his father held, a denial of entry onto that plaque – the one that should've held Nick "Goose" Bradshaw's name and was then supposed to have held Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw. Instead, the name engraved was Y/N "Swan Song" L/N, and he was left with a broken and bitter heart. 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Songbird Singing Things — Birds of a Feather 》 1
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Gönderi sahibi honey-dew-woo ❀ Back to Navigation ❀ ❀ Top Gun Masterlist ❀ Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x F!Reader Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 WARNINGS: Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Cursing, Mentions of Alcohol Summary: Four years after graduating, you've been called back to Top Gun on a classified matter, causing you to reunite with your close friend, Phoenix, an annoyance, Hangman, and the man who used to be your best friend before a single event caused your friendship to be cleaved in two… Rooster. Your reunion goes rockier than planned and you make a rash decision A/N: Hello everyone! This is my go at a fic for Top Gun, and for Rooster as well - I tried my best with all the aviation terms, but if you notice something that I got wrong, please feel free to let me know! I'm always open for and encouraging friendly and constructive criticism. Also, I intend for this to be a multi-chapter fic, so be on the lookout for more chapters! I don't know how many I plan on having, but I'm thinking at least four as of right now… it is subject to change, though, so I'll keep those interested updated. Speaking of – if you wish to be on a taglist in order to be reminded of updates, please let me know in the comments! Alright that's all, I'm sorry this was so A/N long, please Enjoy!! :) Word Count: 3.7K You took measured steps as your feet hit the tarmac, taking everything in through the lens of your sunglasses. As it usually always is, it's another sunny day in Miramar, California. You shake your head a bit and grin, shrugging your duffel bag further up on your shoulder and taking a deep breath. It had been quite a bit of time since you were last in Fightertown USA, almost four years. Your graduating class had all been but scattered to the winds of the world, stationed in six continents with limited ability to stay in touch. You understood that losing contact was a part of life and for the most part, you accepted it. You were able to send a few letters to one of your best friends, Phoenix, and even received a couple back. The only other person that you tried contacting wanted nothing to do with you. Rooster. Your best friend since the moment your eyes locked at that naval gala at the age of seven. The man who blamed you for ruining his life.Your visit to your dorm room was quick – simply dropping the duffel bag onto the springy cot and getting a change of clothes. An old pair of high-waisted denim shorts, a cropped white tank, a worn unbuttoned long-sleeve shirt, and a pair of beat up sneakers was what you managed to dig out and throw on. After slipping your keys and wallet into your back pocket, you were out of the door and heading to the one place you knew by the back of your hand; The Hard Deck. It was a miracle that, after all these years, the building looked exactly the same. The wooden slats experienced no weathering and, miraculously, the white window frames looked impossibly clean – like Penny scrubbed the whole building down from head to toe each morning, noon, and night. You kept your sunglasses on as you entered the building, immediately settling into the familiar rhythm of the establishment. Dotted all along the place were men and women in uniform, getting a drink, some food, or shooting pool. You found yourself in need of the first option. You managed to weave your way through the crowd of people to finally get to the bar, only to be interrupted. "Hey little lady, how are you this evening?" You pressed your lips together and turned around, giving whoever just spoke a somewhat cynical smile. He was tall and blonde, but you knew that annoying face instantly. "Hey there, Hangman." You say in response, standing straight up. He was 6'0, but you were only about a couple inches shorter than him. "I was doing just fine." You cock your head and fix him with a hard stare. He shakes his head a bit and chuckles. "Oh, Swan Song, it is good to see you too." He says, moseying back to the crowd gathered around the pool table. Your previously teasing expression drops as soon as he mentions your Call Sign. "It's just Swan." You spit out, turning around quickly. To your luck, a familiar brunette was there smiling at you from behind the bar. "Penny," You breathe out, a toothy grin spreading across your cheeks. "Hey there hon," she says, giving you a hug over the bar. "Long time." "Yeah," you nod. "Can I get something?" Penny gives you a knowing smile and nods. "You're worried that he's going to be here?" She asks, her hands moving to get you a glass and filling it up with who knows what. "Of course he's gonna be here," you say quickly. "He's too good to not be here." Penny wordlessly passes you your drink and rubs your shoulder, giving you a 'keep your head up' glance before returning to her other patrons. You took a deep breath, a sip of whatever cocktail she had stirred up, and followed the path Hangman took to the group of pilots gathered there. "Swan!" In front of the group is Phoenix, her expression one of elation and her arms outstretched. "Phoenix!" You match her tone, giving her a big hug. "God, I haven't heard from you in about 8 months! How've you been?" She smiles and shrugs. "Eh, you know. Same as you, just in Europe." You grin. "Yo, Phoenix, you're gonna introduce us to your buddies or what?" A guy from behind Natasha says, his eyebrows raised. "Well, if you don't already know Swan over here, you better – she's gonna give every one of us a run for our money – especially our instructor. And, fellas, this here's Bagman." "Hangman," the pilot in question corrects. "Whatever. And behind him is Coyote." Phoenix shoots back. The other two men give you both a nod. "I'm Payback." The taller man says, shaking your hand. "Fanboy." The other guy says. All five of you settle into easy conversation – well, the four of you, plus Hangman dropping comments whenever he deems it necessary. However, everything stopped when Jake halted his pool game and looked into the crowd of people. "Bradshaw. As I live and breathe." The second his last name is uttered, your entire body freezes. It's like you've stopped breathing, and the only thing you can hear is your heart pounding in your ears. "Hangman, you look… good." His voice has such a polarizing effect over you, like jumping into the freezing ocean without dipping your toes in first. "Oh, I am good." Hangman says, spinning the cue stick a little. "I am very good." By some grace of god, you were covered by the little crowd and managed to sneak away without Rooster catching a glance. Over your shoulder, you hear Phoenix introducing him to the rest of the guys. You stay towards the back of the bar, taking little sips of your drink as your gaze stays strictly on the man with the mustache. All you really wanted to do was run up and give him a bone crushing hug and catch up on everything that's happened since your graduation. But, you knew he wouldn't want that, so you stood to the side. That all came to an end, though, when the second you took your eyes off of the group, the jukebox was unplugged from the wall and the beginning notes of Great Balls of Fire were being played from the piano. "C'mon," a tug to your arm from Phoenix jarred you. "Oh, I dunno…" you murmur, eyeing Natasha and then Rooster, sitting on the piano bench and fiddling around with the keys. "Y/N, it's been years. Can he really still be upset about what happened? I mean, it wasn't even your fault." You give Phoenix a sad smile. "You know how he is." You say plainly, keeping your feet planted. Phoenix sighs and shakes her head. "Yeah, well, what he is… is stupid. Swan, please, for me?" You eye the crowd around the piano, and finally, relent. With a giddy smile, Natasha loops her arm through yours and pulls you towards everyone, the first lyrics of the song being sung. "You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain! Too much love drives a man insane. You broke my will, but what a thrill, goodness gracious great balls of fire!" Rooster sang, a wide smile on his face. And, of course, the crowd joined in. "I laughed at love cause I thought it was funny, but you came along and you moved me, honey! I've changed my mind, this love is fine, goodness gracious great balls of fire!" Despite yourself and the situation, you found yourself singing along as well. It was crazy, how just this song brought you back to your first few days at Top Gun. You were nervous to walk into the fated Hard Deck bar, feeling more like a turtle in its beige uniform shell than the confident pilot you were so used to being. You came from a family of pilots, your dad and your grandfather both possessing that need for speed. It was only natural that you would become one as well. Shoving your sunglasses onto your shirt you took a deep breath and crossed the threshold, bracing yourself for the crowd inside. It was both exactly and nothing like you expected. Where there were dozens of naval officers, members, and officials all dotting around the bar, there were plenty of people dressed casually as well. The atmosphere was… kind of lovely. Like a little family that were all milling about, saying friendly hellos and clapping each other on the shoulder. "You lost, little duck?" Someone murmured, their breath touching your ear. You jump back and spin around, revealing a tall blonde, the last name Seresin engraved on his name tag. "Uh, no, I'm a pilot just like you." You try to explain calmly, frowning. "Oh, don't tell me you're part of the new Top Gun class." He said, shaking his head and chuckling. Now, you're pissed. "Yeah, I am. What about it?" You bite back, folding your arms in front of you. "Nothing, nothing," Seresin says, waving his hand dismissively. "Just be prepared to not dally in my jet wash when I leave you in the dust, 'kay?" With a smug smile, he reaches past you to grab the drink waiting for him. "Ah, ah, ah!" An airy pitched voice says from behind you. You glance over your shoulder to find a woman with a smirk on her face. Wordlessly, she points at a sign hanging above the counter, two of the 'No-no' rules being never disrespect a lady or the navy. "Buddy, you just did both." With a roll of his eyes, Seresin watched as the woman rang the bell, a sea of shouts and whoops circling the crowd. The tall man reluctantly forked over his credit card and made a point of walking away to the farthest corner. "I like the rules," you say, earning a laugh from the woman. "Name's Penny, hun. I'm sure I'll be seeing you around." Penny extends a hand and you meet her's, shaking it. "I'm Y/N." You introduce yourself. The woman raises an eyebrow. "No Call Sign yet?" You shake your head, grinning. "Not yet," you affirm, "hopefully I don't do anything stupid enough to earn an unfortunate one." Penny nods her head and laughs. "Best of luck to you… oh, L/N! I knew your dad when I was younger." Clearly, she could see the confusion written across your face as she mentions your father. "Admiral's daughter. I knew many pilots, including your father," she says, and then moves to point near an old piano, "and his! Hey, Bradshaw!" You suck in a breath as you hear that last name, your gaze immediately finding the man's at the piano. Just how you remember him, but older. Where his boyish features had melted away, new ones filled in. Your breathing stuttered as you took him in. You had always harbored a little crush on him when the two of you were younger, but now? He wasn't just cute or kind of attractive – he was hot with a capital "h." "L/N? Y/N, is that you?" He says, surprise leaking through his words. You're beaming now and wave goodbye to Penny before walking as fast as you could over to the man on the piano bench. He was standing now, making his way over to you. "C'mon Bradshaw, of course it's me! You thought I wouldn't be here?" You say, chiding him with amusement in your voice. "No, no it's not… you just look different!" You tilt your head to the side slightly at his statement. "A good different, you look great. I mean, the last time I saw you, we were, what, sixteen?" You nod and smile. "You look great too Bradley." He gives you a big hug, his arms circling your shoulders and holding you close to him. You try to reciprocate as best as you can, but damn, it's hard when you feel the tickle of his mustache on your cheek. "Now I can't have you calling me Bradley, or the rest of the class will never let me live it down." He says, making you laugh. "Bradshaw then?" "How about Rooster instead?" Gasping, you punch him in the shoulder lightly. "You got your Call Sign! And what a great one too, damn." You exclaim, your hands moving to rest on your hips. "I'm sure you'll get yours soon - kind of crazy that you don't already have one." Rooster remarks. You scoff slightly and roll your eyes. "Gee, thanks, way to make me feel better." Bradley spots your slightly sullen expression and wraps an arm around your waist. "Come on, now. I've got something that'll bring that smile back." He walks you back over to the piano and sits you down next to him. "Oh no," you begin to say, but your last word is cut off by the first chords Bradley struck on the instrument. "You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain! Too much love drives a man insane. You broke my will, but what a thrill, goodness gracious great balls of fire!" Your laughter rings out as Rooster nudges your shoulder. "I laughed at love cause I thought it was funny, but you came along and you moved me, honey! I've changed my mind, this love is fine, goodness gracious great balls of fire!" You sang, Bradley letting you have the little solo. "You kiss me baby! Oooh, that feels good baby." Rooster begins. "Hold me baby!" You follow. "I wanna love you like a lover should." "You're fine!" "You're so kind!" "Ima tell the world that you're mine, mine, mine, mine!" You chant together with him, leaning into his side as he plays the keys. "I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs! I'm getting nervous but it sure is fun. Come on baby, you're driving me crazy goodness gracious great balls of fire!" And as Bradley sang the last notes, you whooped and cheered, earning a kiss on the cheek from him – thank god it was too low lit in the bar to really tell how much your face heated up. "Well howdy there Rooster, good to see you son." An older man walked forward and shot Bradley a smile, one which he returned. "Hello sir, glad you enjoyed the music." The older man chuckled and then turned towards you. "You're L/N, right?" You nod your head and give him a grin. "Yes sir, that's me." You affirm. "I understand that you're still in need of a Call Sign. Ain't that right?" You sit up straighter in your seat and nod, catching the excited gleam from Bradley out of the corner of your eye. "Well it just so happens I'm in the naming committee. "Might I suggest 'Duckling'?" You hear Seresin's voice from out of the crowd, effectively plummeting your mood. "Might I suggest you keep your nose out of this, Seresin?" You shoot back. Oohs were heard around you, including the older man. "Gonna have to shoot you down there Hangman," the older man says, "this gal here's got more grace here in her pinky finger than you have all over. I got it – Swan Song." Your excitement peaks, but only before you remember what a swan song historically is. "Um, sir, isn't a swan song something that a swan sings before it… dies?" The older man nods his head. "It can mean that – or it can mean someone leaving in style. Swan Song, you're gonna be leaving us all in the dust – and in style, if what I heard about your flying is true." With that, the older man turns away and Rooster immediately gloms onto your side, squeezing you into an excited hug. "Birds of a feather, hey Swan Song?" He says into your ear, setting your nerves on fire. "Always, Rooster." "I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs! I'm getting nervous but it sure is fun. Come on baby, you're driving me crazy goodness gracious great balls of fire!" Rooster plinks out the final chords and, from around the bar, hears his call sign being chanted. He stands up and does a little dance, making you bite your lip to keep from laughing. Once he's done, though, he catches your eye… and everything stops. A hush falls upon the crowd as his once joyous, and cocky expression, fades into deep resentment. You clear your throat a bit. "Hey, Rooster." You manage, wearing a small smile. "Swan Song." He says back, plainly. You look at your shoes and then back to him. "Um, it's just Swan… now." You say quietly, earning a shake of his head and the narrowing of his features. "Nah, I think it's Swan Song." Rooster says. His voice is cold, holding such malice. It makes you rethink this entire evening. Should've just stayed in my dorm, you think. "Everyone here know why her Call Sign is Swan Song?" He shouts to the crowd of naval aviators. "No, please–" you begin to say, shaking your head. But he cuts you off anyway. "L/N's Call Sign is Swan Song, cause she provides a pretty little distraction before she makes you end up ejecting and crashing your plane into the fucking ground." He says. You feel yourself become smaller as you slowly back up into the sea of people, willing for them to just part ways to let you escape. "Rooster," Phoenix says, holding a chastising tone and urging him to stop, but he doesn't. "That's exactly what happened to me when we were determining top spots." He says, walking towards and then looking down at you. "Just had to make me abandon my jet, make me eject in order to save my own fucking life so you could get the top spot, huh?" He spits, the anger dripping from every word. "No, Rooster, please – it was an accident, I swear." You urge. He just shakes his head. "So much for a wingman. Go to hell." And with that, he shoves past you, his shoulder colliding with yours, as he makes his way to the bar. The silence settled yet again, but all eyes were on you. Assessing you, watching you – like your next move would end up with them somewhere in a ditch. With that, you took off. It didn't matter if someone was in your way, you managed to squeeze past them and then out of the door. "Swan, c'mon he's just pissed – he'll get over it!" You hear Phoenix shout from behind you. Her statements make you fume, causing you to spin around. "No, he won't!" You exclaim, your breathing heavy. You see your friend looking at you with an unsure expression. "He will never get over it because he blames me for what happened." "You and I both know it wasn't your fault-" "That doesn't matter! I will always be the bad guy, the reason he didn't get first pick. The reason he couldn't get the Bradshaw name on that damn plaque. So, I'm done." You let your hands fall to your sides before fishing out your motorcycle keys. "You're done, what do you mean you're done? You're not leaving are you?" Phoenix worries, striding faster so that she's next to you as you're buckling your helmet and situating yourself over the seat of your Kawasaki. "I'm done with him. Of trying to make amends, I'm done. No holding back." Phoenix huffs, clear disappointment written all over her face. "Swan, don't say that. I know he still cares for you, he's just hurting." "Like you've said, it's been years. And if he's hurting, he could've just slapped a Bandaid on and called it a day, but here he is acting like a complete asshole." You were glad that your motorcycle helmet covered your eyes with a dark lens, effectively covering your tear-ridden eyes. "I'll see you tomorrow morning." Understanding there was nothing more she could say, Phoenix stepped back as you revved up the engine. You gripped the handlebars and squeezed your eyes shut, willing the tears to stay back. Once you were sure none would fall, you stepped on the pedal and sped off, heading back to the dorms. Bradley sighed, peeling himself away from the window the second Phoenix turned around and made eye contact. It was unfortunate that she spotted him, but inevitable. He knew that Phoenix had suspicions of his feelings for you and those theories were confirmed one drunken night four years ago when the two of them were subject to a whole class karaoke session. You had decided on It's All Coming Back To Me Now by Celine Dion, belting your heart out as the rest of the class hooted and hollered praise. It was only when you had extended your hand to him while singing, "Baby, baby, baby when you touch me like this! And when you hold me like that!" did he feel his heart beat ten times faster than it ever had. There was a sparkle in your eye as you sang and all Rooster could do was watch you, and dammit, all he could do was fall in love with you. But then what happened… happened. All signs pointed to you being the culprit and Bradley had nowhere to place blame except for you. Maybe if he had taken a second to breathe and sort out his feelings, he would've just vented to you instead of pushing you, both physically and figuratively, out of his life. Maybe the two of you would still be best friends, or maybe something more, but he couldn't reverse time. You had done nothing to prove him wrong and that what you did didn't cause his failure. What you did caused his family name, the one he and his father held, a denial of entry onto that plaque – the one that should've held Nick "Goose" Bradshaw's name and was then supposed to have held Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw. Instead, the name engraved was Y/N "Swan Song" L/N, and he was left with a broken and bitter heart. Now, all he could do was throw back another drink that he'd probably regret in the morning, pay his tab, and start up his powder blue Bronco, sending him high-tailing it back to the dorms, dreading his first day back at Top Gun. 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 See more posts like this on Tumblr #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 imagine #bradley rooster bradshaw
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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.Okumaya devam et rooster headcanon rooster fanfic rooster bradshaw fic rooster fluff rooster fanfiction bradley rooster bradshaw bradley rooster bradshaw x reader bradley rooster bradshaw x you bradley rooster bradshaw x y/n rooster x you rooster x reader rooster x y/n rooster x f!reader rooster x female reader bradley rooster bradshaw x f!reader bradley bradshaw imagine bradley bradshaw x reader bradley bradshaw x y/n bradley bradshaw x female reader bradley bradshaw fanfiction bradley bradshaw x you bradley bradshaw bradley bradshaw angst bradley bradshaw fic bradley bradshaw fluff top gun x y/n top gun maverick top gun masterlist top gun x reader top gun x you
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 gunTop Gun Masterlist
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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.
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Gönderi sahibi yakuuboo❀ Back to Navigation ❀ Hello everyone! I wanted to give this little update because keeping you all in the loop is important to me. I have loved writing and updating this blog for the past few years and getting support and interacting with so many of you have brought me such joy :,). However lately, I've been feeling super unmotivated and discouraged when it comes to creating an idea, spending time developing it, and eventually, posting whatever works its way onto the page. I am so thankful to those of you who have supported me in likes, reblogs and in the comments. Recently, though, the ratio of likes to any source of feedback or reaction has been staggeringly large. Again, I am so incredibly thankful to everyone who has taken the time to read and like any of my works, but what I really cherish is interaction. It is always nice to hear and see that my work is appreciated. However, what motivates me and pushes me to create more is hearing your thoughts, opinions, and suggestions. I have tried to really push through what I regard as writer's block or I guess me just being uncreative, but when it comes down to it, I think I'm just exhausted of trying to find things to write about. This is not to say that I'm completely abandoning this blog or am stopping writing. I am still incredibly passionate about seeing or hearing something that inspires to me create. But, with the start of college and my limited time, any posts will most likely be varied and far apart – especially if I am trying to come up with individual posts. That being said, requests are open!!! I am always so thrilled to see requests in my inbox and, referencing bak to this post, I LOVE the interaction!! If you are making a request, I simply ask that you refer to the guidelines – they are located on the pinned post (my nav) on my page! Again, I am so incredibly thankful to each and every one of you. I look forward to posting when I can. All my love!! <3 SongbirdTaglist
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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 》 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 readerHeart 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