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Getting to hear bradley’s feelings is amazing, a lot of writers only focus on the readers pov!!!

this was soul crushing

We're on this together...(Chapter III):

Bradley Bradshaw x Fem!Wife!Reader

Summary: Sometimes life can get rough but no matter how often and how much people hurt eachother,loving someone is never a waste.

Warnings: MAJOR SMUT (MDI), infertility,mentions of miscarrige,mentions of hospital,mentions of getting pregnant,mentiones of ivf.Use of alcohol,arguing,use of bad languange. Mostly angst.

February 14 2022.

"Roo, don't stop."

Bradley speeds up his body, hiding his face in his wife's neck, where he makes sure to leave purple marks and bites as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and cling to him, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He's touching your weak spot and he knows it, grinding himself against you every time he moves forward, causing you to let out little moans and arch your back, digging your nails into his skin.

Bradley didn't stop, ignoring the ache in his muscles. His endurance was better than a normal person, for God's sake, because he was a military pilot, but this "love making" had become painful, boring and no longer felt special for him.

He definitely missed the times when you both were younger and he could go for hours without getting tired, but he wouldn't trade his gift for anything, when he finally married the love of his life he had grown old like everyone else, they weren't those horny college kids anymore. But sometimes he still wishes they were.

His wet kisses against your jaw distracted you, ypu let out a moan from your throat and felt your orgasm getting closer and closer.

He moved his head down to kiss and lick your breasts, and you buried a hand in his hair, tugging at the strands. He kisses above your heart like he always does.

It's late at night, everywhere is quiet and only the sound of their bodies can be heard, they are completely intimate, silent but telling each other everything.

"I'm so close..." After a while he mumbled quietly, his voice hoarse. "Baby."

With that sound, you tightened around him with a reflex you can't control.

When it comes to Bradley, his whole body responds. “I'm close too, fuck.” He said, leaving kisses on your cheeks.

"Please, fill me up,baby."

And with that, Bradley cums inside you.

It's short, but it takes your breath away and pleasure fills your body in the way only his body does. Your juices paint his walls white and it doesn't take long for him to cum too.

You cling to him, you don't want to let go, so you kiss his face and breathe deeply.

Close to three minutes pass and he pulls away from your body to talk, but you're already asleep.

It's the fifth time they've done it in a week and it's only Thursday, he thinks about the last time they made love this long and this often.

And he didn't know if it was because he was desperate for your touch or because he just wanted to have a baby, but he missed talking to you.

Bradley misses you.

He is missing his one and only wife.

March 12 2022.

As you finished throwing two negative test in the trash, you receive a call from Blake ,Jake's wife. You pick up the phone while passing by your empty bedroom.

“Hello, Y/N?” Your friend's voice rings out.

"Hello." You replie, unable to fake a happiness that isn't there anymore.

"How are you sweetheart?" She asks and you are in your classic voice when you say 'I'm fine'.

"Is Rooster with you?"

You looked away from your laptop when you heard her question. "I thought he was with Jake?"

"Mhm, no. And he's not returning our calls either. Jake and Nat has called him multiple times,they were going to ask him if he wanted to come to Hard Deck."

That's when you started to worry and after a quick goodbye, you hung up the phone.

It's eleven o'clock at night, where is he?

The door opens just in time and you quickly walked towards Bradley, who placed his keys, jacket, and shoes on the shelf without looking at you.

"Blake called, where were you?" You ask, crossing your arms.

“I don't want to argue right now, Y/N.” he mutters, moving past you towards the kitchen, opening the fridge and drinking a bottle of beer under your gaze.

"Who said we were going to argue?" Your sarcastic laughter echoes in the room. "I just want to know where my husband was."

"I was at Javy's, God, calm down." Bradley replies, fed up with your behavior, and you look at him confused. You stood in front of him.

"'Calm down?'"

He lowers his head and frowns. "Yeah, you've been... insanely sad lately."

You laugh in disbelief, feeling the anger gnawing at your body.

"Maybe I'm not upset, maybe you're too calm."

Bradley doesn't even look at you and walks towards the home office, but you,his wife, follow in his footsteps, looking for answers.

“What am i so calm about, Y/N?” He asks with his back to you and pulls out notes from his notebook to start writing. "My job is very stressful these days, I don't know whether I will go to deployment tomorrow or in a month, and I don't want to leave you alone in this situation. I'm not calm at all."

“Even though we've been trying to have a baby for months,almost a year without success, you seem pretty calm, like you – don't mind.”

The empty bottle falls onto the table with a hard clatter and you slowly turn to look into his eyes. His face is serious and you can see that his dark hazel eyes are dark and slightly watery.

You're both hurting when it comes to the baby.

"Do you seriously think I don't care?" He slowly walks towards you and you swallows dryly, knowing you touched a soft spot for him. For both of you. "This is destroying us and you know it."

"Don't say that, nothing can destroy us." You interrupt him by grabbing his hand, you feel your eyes aee getting watery and your throat is feeling hurt, but Bradley lets it go.

"These last few months- I..." You wrinkled your nose, feeling the tears forming in your eyes.

“I've been nothing but a sex toy to you, all i do is fuck you to get something, we don't talk anymore, we don't cuddle anymore, it's like I married a ghost. I miss you and you don't realise that. I just don't know what you want from but i am so tired and sick of it."

“Bradley…-” You whispered in surprise. Not expecting any of this.

“I want everything back to the way it was before, I want my best friend, my wife,my everything, my soul back. It feels like we're only going backwards and you don't love me anymore." One single tear drop is falling from his eyes to his now reddish cheek.

You stutter, bursting into tears in front of him and closing your eyes, allowing the yourself to cry against his chest to hug him.

You both hold each other tightly and let go after holding on for a long time.

Bradley was having a terrible time too, and you didn't notice because you were too busy trying to make your "dream" come true.

"I'm sorry,baby. I love you." You hold his cheeks to look into his eyes and nods as the tears continue to flow. "Baby, what I did was so selfish."

"It's okay,my love. It's kind of funny how short our arguments are." He smiles, caressing you soft cheek and kissing the tip of your nose. "Just...promise me something."

"Everything." You respond immediately.

"We'll see a doctor."

Oh god.... I love him and i think she is too🥹🥲

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We're on this together...(Chapter IV)

Bradley Bradshaw x Fem!Wife!Reader

Summary: Is it over now? Or is it starting now?

A/n: A MAJOR change is on the way!!

Warnings: Infertility,mentions of miscarrige,mentions of hospital,mentions of getting pregnant,mentiones of ivf.Use of alcohol,arguing,use of bad languange. Mostly angst.

20 APRIL 2022.

You nodded.

That's why you're currently in one of the most well known clinics in San Diego because Bradley didn't want to "risk it" and your leg shakes with anger at the thought, causing Bradley to rest his hand on your knee.

Car ride was complately silence. And after around one and half an hour you both finally parked your car to the parking lot and walked into the big hospital.

The sterile smell of the hospital immediately caught your nose. This scent wasn't helping you feel more stressed than you already were. But Bradley's tight grip on your hand seemed to comfort you at least a little.

He's nervous too, damn, he feels like he's going to throw up, but he has to stay strong for you and he relaxes a little when his lover rests her head on his shoulder and kisses her temple, which works because he's a little less nervous now.

"It'll be alright." You whisper and your husband smiles to hear you thinking positively.

"Exactly." He answers, his heart pounding with pride when he hears you optimistic for the first time in a long time.

You both are distracted by looking at socials on his phone for a few more minutes until a woman in white emerges from the office and looks up, reading a spreadsheet to say. "Bradshaw?"

You both stand up, You instantly reach out for Bradley to hold your hand tightly, and after greeting the woman, you both enter where the doctor is waiting for you behind her desk.

“Bradley, Y/N, this is a pleasure.” She shakes both of your hands.

"Thank you. Pleasure is ours." Bradley responds with the hand now holding on your lower back and gently pulling the chair forward for you to sit down on.

"Okay, I understand you're here because you're having trouble getting pregnant, right?" The old woman asks, looking under her round glasses.

"Yes." You hum, swallowing dryly.

Bradley takes your hand but continues to stare at the doctor, knowing his wife hates public attention, something he's learned the hard way over the last dozen years.

"We'll be running some tests on you both next week, don't worry, just to make sure everything is as it should be."

You both nodded, and both felt small in the hospital chairs, holding hands, afraid, feeling that time had not passed, and feeling that you were still sixteen years olds and had no idea what life was really like.

Talking about a future that would never come, wishing they could be like them again forever, they gathered in the treehouse as You stroked Bradley's uncontrollable hair, as he clumsily talked about his dreams, thinking that maybe one day he would love to be become a fighter pilot. Like his dad.

They both are individually subjected to multiple tests and studies, and after about three hours both of your works finish, returning home exhausted and not even eating dinner, you both quickly crawl under the covers and seek each other's warmth.

While Bradley plays with the ring on his ring finger, his head lies on his lover's chest. "Are you scared?" he asks and your hands stop in his hair.

"Maybe a baby isn't for us."

You look up and look at him in shock, feeling your throat close at the raw and harsh words and you heart starts pounding when you see his face.

"Darling, don't say that."

You look away, staring at the ceiling, feeling the tears gathering in your eyes until they fall down the sides onto your pillow.

You are not even sobbing, not screaming, nothing, just...crying. Silently.

"Oh, my love.” He grabs your arms to pull you closer, switching positions so you are on top of him, dipping his bare chest in the salty drops.

"We're going to have them, fuck, we're going to have the baby or maybe babies. We just have to wait for the results. I know we are going to."

He wants to cry too, but he can't cry in front of you when you need him more than ever. He will find a moment of solitude where he can lighten his own burden, but not now.

"I just want to make you happy." You cry and he frowns.

"You think I need a baby to be happy?"

Bradley questions, holding your waist and carresing with his thumb.

"Darling, as long as you're with me, anything can go to hell, I'll be the happiest man on earth. I don't need a baby, I don't need anything but you, my soul."

You hug him tighter, digging your nails into his shoulders and closing your eyes, breathing in the scent of home your husband gives off. Now you understand and blindly believe in it.

As long as they are together, they don't need anything else.

I know this is sad but it might be the last sad chapter hehehe!!!

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We're on this together...(Chapter VI)

Bradley Bradshaw x Fem!Wife!Reader

Summary: Stupid kids.

Little note: Carol and Nick is still alive.

Warnings: Infertility,mentions of miscarrige,mentions of hospital,mentions of getting pregnant,mentiones of ivf.Use of alcohol,arguing,use of bad languange. Not so angsty anymore🥹

July 22, 2022:

It was almost six weeks later that Bradley became suspicious.

They both hadn’t spent much time together since the last time, and he wanted to make up for lost time with his wife. So he decided to take a day off and make breakfast while you were still in bed.

He whistles as he makes the pancakes, turning around every now and then to check the coffee on the stove the way you like it. He puts the missing dishes on the tray, completing the breakfast you’ve been making for years; maple syrup, coffee, pancakes, hash browns, and toast.

He jots down the note, “I’ll always love you :).”

He hears you coming down the stairs and mentally prides himself on his perfect timing, quickly organizing everything and turning toward the door frame that separates the kitchen from the living room.

You enter the scene as he scratches his tangled nest of hair and tries to adjust the pj's that have been tossing and turning throughout the night, his face is imprinted with pillows and Bradley feels like he’s going to faint from how beautiful his wife is.

“Good morning, my love.”

“Hm.” You just smile, you don’t like talking to anyone when you’re barely awake and he knows that so he doesn’t force you.

You open your eyes and stop in your tracks when you see your breakfast, looking at your husband with a small smile and a blush on his face.

“Oh, Bradley!”

“It’s been a long time since we had breakfast together.” He mutters and you settle between his legs (you sat down so you could eat with him) and walk over to him to take his face in your hands, placing small kisses on his sparsely stubbled face and lips.

You sit down and the two of you start eating, chatting from time to time.

He looked proud of himself as he watched you eat pancakes with maple syrup, but you tasted the coffee and spit it back into the cup.

"Hey! Why did you do that?" He asks you with a hurt expression on his face.

"I'm sorry honey, but it tastes awful." 

You reply with a grimace as you pour yourself a glass of apple juice to drink it all down.

Bradley takes your coffee from you and takes a sip; it tastes perfectly normal, very good if he has to admit, but he decides to leave you alone and let you continue with a glass of apple juice.

You were happily continuing to eat, of course, until you popped a small piece of egg yolk into your mouth.

Bradley doesn’t have time to complain when you’re throwing up in the sink anyway.

He quickly drops his coffee and walks over to you, grabbing your hair and patting your back until you pull yourself together, wiping your face with the sleeve of his shirt as he looks at you.

“I don’t feel so good.” You mumbled with a pout that made Bradley’s heart ache.

“It’s okay, honey.” He pulls you into his chest. “Why don’t you lie down? I’ll put everything aside and join you as soon as I can.”

You nod and look into his eyes. “I’m sorry I messed this up.”

He smiles sadly as he brushes his sweaty hair from his forehead. “You didn’t mess anything up, to be honest, I was really looking forward to staying in bed with you.”

You leave and ten minutes pass while Bradley gets breakfast, maybe saving it for later. He’s washing the cups when he notices something while one of them drying in the sink.

He picks up his phone with his half-dried hands and opens the conversation he had with his mother a week ago.

"Everything is fine honey. Your cousin is pregnant and can't handle eggs and coffee so we're taking care of her now. Kisses, honey, I love you and Y/N!! 💕💞😘"

Eggs and coffee.

Eggs.

Coffee.

He grips the marble countertop as he tries to catch his breath.

Could it be..?

God, he's going to faint at the thought.

He couldn’t believe he had such a good memory to remember such a mundane message between his mother and him.

You run your hand over your face as you trie to come back to reality if she’s pregnant…or not..

Damn it, you can’t think straight, and if it wasn’t for Duke jumping on the counter and barking in your face, then you’d still be going crazy.

You turn off the faucet and run upstairs, ignoring Bradley's fuzzy nerves as he enters your shared bedroom, you stare at him in fear.

“Take a pregnancy test.” That’s all he says, and you get out of bed in confusion.

“What?” You ask, approaching him. “Are you okay? You look pale.” You cup his face.

“Yeah, yeah.” He responds excitedly, letting you examine his face.

“Just, please, you have to.”

“Okay, I’ll do it and you’ll calm down.” He looks into your eyes and nods. “Come on.”

Bradley can barely control himself as you pee on four sticks to make sure, wandering the bathroom and bedroom until you come out.

“We need to wait five minutes, do you want to explain what’s going on?”

You both sit on the bed and hold his hands to comfort him, which does the trick.

“You’re going to think I’m crazy, but do you remember when my mom told me Marienne was pregnant and couldn’t stand eggs nor coffee?”

“Yeah.” You answer, and your eyes widen in understanding. “Oh my god. What do you think..”

“I don’t know.” Bradley shakes his head, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. “I don’t know.”

The minutes pass and the both of you gets crazier and crazier; You feel like you're going to tear your hair out in desperation, and Bradley wants to throw up again for the tenth time as he playes with his rings.

There has to be something else, he doesn’t even know how to take care of babies, was it his paternal instinct? no, this is stupid, maybe he’s not going to be a father and he’s just going crazy.

He’s an idiot, now your hopes are up and he doesn't want to have to see the look of disappointment on your perfect face again.

So lost in his thoughts that he doesn't notice you get up from behind him to re-enter the bathroom, slowly reappearing with four tests in your hands, unable to take your eyes off them as you mumble;

“Positive.”

Bradley raised his head as soon as he heard you, his eyes met your now teary ones and he stood up, approaching you, ypu are showing him all the positive lines that showed your baby growing inside you. His fucking wife is pregnant.

You put them down and throw yourself into your husband's arms, clinging to each other, making you both fall backwards onto the bed.

You cry into Bradley's chest while he cries into yours.

You feel like you're going to faint from the tears and sobs pouring out of both of your bodies, a tremendous happiness fills your entire body as millions of things go through your head. Same for him too.

Bradley talks to pregnant women's bellies, Bradley holds a small chubby baby, Bradley plays the piano with a small child, Bradley rocks a baby, Bradley and your babies will be like this.

Sooner or later, it would all come true.

Meanwhile, Bradley is still crying as if he's never cried in his life, you're sitting with him in your arms and he moves his hands between them to rest on your belly. "There's a baby inside," he says, his voice breaking.

You laugh and lean your forehead against his. "There's a baby inside."

Both of you look at each other, your eyes fill with tears and you both start laughing, you kiss, ignoring the salty taste of teardrops. You kiss, trying to convey everything that cannot be expressed in words to each other, but now there is someone who proves that their love is possible.

"A perfect blend of us,there it is." Bradley's and yours belly felt like there were fireworks inside. He can't wait to sing and play the piano to his love's growing belly, to hold that tiny hand.

He just can't wait.

"I love you." He sees the tears continue to flow down your cheeks as you part your lips. "I love you Bradley, we did it."

"We did it." He repeats, squeezing your waist between his hands. "We did it, we're having a baby, I told you."

"I can't believe you found out because I threw up your breakfast."

"Because you would never throw up something I make, I'm an incredible chef."

Both laugh again and Bradley flips both of you over, laying you between him and the bed, laughing at the kisses he spreads across your face, neck, and lifting the robe slightly to reveal the soft skin of your belly. 

It was keeping his baby warm in there.

Duke seems to notice the happiness that is coming from the room, he climbs into bed and cuddles up to his mother’s chest, who is happily caressing Bradley's hair and cheeck's.

Bradley kisses the area on your belly as you stroke Duke's scalp, and his tears continue to flow when he sees you talking to Duke about the baby.

He whispers something, but you and maybe someone else can hear him clearly.

“Welcome home, baby. You are already loved.”

“Yeah, I always wanted to have your stupid children.”

THEY MADE IT🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

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A Little Bit Stronger

Part 1

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x OFC/You

Summary:

Fear is the only thing Shae Williams feels after years of abuse at the hands of her ex-husband. After an encounter where he nearly takes her life, she’s finally free of him…until he finds out where she’s staying. Fear forces her to take the help of the only person who’s offered and is introduced to Bradley Bradshaw in the process.

The last thing Shae needs right now is a relationship and the fact that Bradley understands and respects her wishes makes him that much harder to resist.

Warnings: Just like everything else / write/post: this story is for 18+ only. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. It will contain smut, adult themes, situations and language. Please also note this story may be triggering due to the topic of domestic abuse (physical, emotional, sexual) violence-feel free to message me with any questions before reading.

*This is the Bradley from All of Me (Jake and Reese’s story). You should be able to be read as a stand-alone but it doesn’t hurt to start there.

•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•

2 months prior.

“Why don’t you stay here for a few minutes,” Chad sneers, pushing his seed back inside you that’s beginning to leak out. He’s not gentle; it hurts, causing tears to prick at your eyes, but you refuse to wince, “give my swimmers a few extra minutes to find that egg,” he laughs.

They won’t. The Depo injection you got a few weeks ago at Planned Parenthood after Chad had found your hidden birth control pills will prevent that. It would be a cold day in hell before you brought an innocent child into this mess. The bruises from that beating were nearly healed now.

“Okay,” you reply, cold and numb.

“Dinner reservations are at tonight 6, so I’ll be here at 5:30 to pick you up,” Chad says from the bathroom as he starts the shower, “wear that black dress with the low back I like.”

“I will,” you lie.

If all goes to plan, you’ll be a few hours away by then, where he can’t find you.

•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•

You get up as soon as he leaves, wanting nothing more than to get out of this hellhole but needing to wash the evidence of his abuse off of your body.

Your heart is pounding as you pull your suitcases out from the bottom of your closet, already packed and ready to go. Your sweaty hands tremble, barely able to pick up your last-minute supplies to toss them in a tote.

You lift the mattress and reach under where you made a slit, locating the cash you’ve been hiding there and pulling it out before packing it too.

With that cash and the money you transferred into a secret account when you had been working, you should be set until you find a job.

You set your phone on the kitchen table and take a slow, deep breath before walking towards the door.

The handle turns as you reach out to open it; your stomach does too.

“I’m so fucking glad I installed those cameras last week when you were at Pilates,” Chad chuckles darkly as you drop the suitcase, backing away in terror.

He grabs your ponytail when you turn to run, and you cry out loudly at the burning pain in your scalp as he yanks you back. “You’re not going anywhere. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever,” he seethes in your ear. Your stomach rolls in disgust as you can feel him hard against your ass; he’s getting off on this. “You belong to me.”

He pushes you into the table by the door, causing the flower vase atop it to fall and shatter.

“Stupid, ungrateful bitch,” he seethes, stepping over the mess before kicking your hunched form in the ribs, stealing the breath in your lungs from the sharp, searing pain as you land on the hardwood.

It only takes two steps before he’s on you again, gripping your shoulder and turning you to face him. His eyes are full of rage, his pupils dilated from the line he snorted in the car as he spits, “I thought you’d finally learned after the birth control incident. I should’ve known…”

Your head whips to the side and you taste blood when he backhands you, splitting your lip.

You can’t catch your bearings as you try to appease him with an apology; pain radiating from your cheek and there’s a deafening, high-pitched ringing in your ears, “I’m sorry Chad, let me explain-“

Pain explodes in the left side of your face a second later as he punches you as hard as he can before the world goes dark.

•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•

“Shae?” says a familiar voice, sounding so far away. “Shae, honey, wake up.”

Your right eye slowly blinks open to the bright fluorescent lights; the left is swollen shut and pulsing painfully. The beeping of the heart monitor increases and the pain in your ribs makes itself known as everything comes rushing back.

The police officers arriving, the EMTs putting you on the stretcher, the chilling look in his eyes as you were rolled past, the favorite doctor you worked for giving you a sedative when you arrived in her ER panicking.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Dr. Akins murmurs, putting her hand on yours, “he’s not here, he can’t hurt you.”

You slowly nod. “Where,” you croak, tongue feeling like sandpaper, “where is he?”

“Sitting in jail,” she replies.

“But-“

“For 24 hours,” she assures you, “even with his connections, he won’t be getting out early.”

You nod, still a little dazed and disoriented as you take a drink of the water she offers. “Thank you.”

“He’s why you quit, huh?” Dr. Akins asks. Not judging, just observant.

You nod again.

“What happened? Today I mean,” she clarifies.

“I was leaving,” you whisper, wincing when you look down from the pain in your eye from the movement. “He came home.”

“How did he know? Did you tell anyone?” She asks gently.

“No,” you reply, “not a soul. He said something about installing cameras last week.”

“That’s not legal in the state of California, Shae,” she says softly, stroking her thumb over your hand, “neither is beating your wife half to death.”

You nod once again, gasping from the pain in your ribs when you sit up, “I’ve gotta get out of here before he’s released.”

“Where will you go?” She asks.

“I’m going to rent an Airbnb in San Diego,” you wince as you try to smile, quickly reminded of the split in your lip, “My parents met there when my dad was in the Navy. I visited after college and fell in love. It was the first place that came to mind the…” you trail off.

“The what?”

“The last time this happened,” you whisper, “he found out I was secretly taking birth control since we started trying for a baby…he thought being a family man would help him get a promotion at work…as if that canceled out the alcoholism, drug use, and anger problems.”

“Oh Shae,” she replies. Your eyes fill as you look away when you hear the tears heavy in her voice.

She stands and gently wraps you in a hug, letting you cry for the next few minutes. She hands you a tissue before taking one for herself.

“So…you’ve got an orbital fracture that thankfully doesn’t need surgery, no concussion but you’re gonna have a helluva headache, 3 broken ribs, a split lip, and a few other bumps and bruises,” she says finally, not sugar coating it.

You close your eyes, knowing they’ll want to keep you overnight for another observation.

“There’s two officers from Sacramento PD waiting to talk with you,” she continues, “but I’ll get you discharged when they’re done. As a nurse, I trust you know what signs and symptoms to watch for?”

You open your eyes and nod, “Thank you.”

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You’re tight-lipped during the conversation with the officers with the entire police department in Chad’s back pocket.

You do ask for a restraining order, knowing it’s just a piece of paper, but it gives you a little peace of mind. You don’t press any further charges either; nothing will come of the ones already existing and you refuse to add fuel to his fire.

“Here’s your discharge papers,” Dr. Akins hands you the stapled stack after they leave, “and a little something from a few of the doctors here. We haven’t forgotten you, Shae.”

“Dr. Akins, you-“ you start but she interrupts.

“Just be safe, okay? My number is in there too, please let me know when you’re settled.”

“Okay,” you whisper, ignoring the shooting pain in your ribs as you pull her in for a final hug, “thank you.”

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You try not to, but you can’t help but cry when you open the envelope in the Uber that Dr. Akins ordered. A letters of recommendation from her and two other doctors you worked with also, and enough bills to make you feel light-headed.

“Here’s fine,” you tell the driver when he pulls onto your street and is a few houses from yours.

You feel paranoid, but knowing Chad, he’ll check the Ring as soon as he gets released. If he sees a man brought you home, you wouldn’t put it past him to look up the license plate and have his cronies at the police station pull him over; it doesn’t matter that it’s just the man’s job.

“You sure?” He looks skeptically over his shoulder at you.

“Yeah,” you sigh when you try again to smile, tasting blood again when you open the cut in your bottom lip, “thanks.”

Ed, your sweet old neighbor, comes running when he spots you gingerly getting out of the car. “Shae!” He cries when he reaches you, placing his hands on your shoulders, afraid to hurt you, “oh your beautiful eye,” he whispers, tears filling his eyes as he scans your face. “I happened to see him come home, and I knew he wasn’t happy the way he slammed his car door. I’m sorry I called 911, but I heard you yell and then a crash.”

“It’s okay,” you begin to cry too, hating how distressed he is. You’d had quickly befriended him and his wife, Jean, when you moved in. They reminded you so much of your late parents and that’s exactly why Chad put an end to the relationship. “I’m glad you did, Ed.”

“I’m so sorry about Jean,” you continue, guilt overwhelming you. “I wanted to go to the funeral so badly.”

She had passed away nearly a year ago from cancer. You earned a slap across the face when you asked Chad to go to her funeral.

“It’s okay, honey. She knew you loved her and she loved you too,” he replies, pulling you in for the most gentle, tender hug.

The gesture breaks the dam inside you and you begin to sob; body-shaking, from-the-soul sobs.

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“Come inside,” Ed asks when you finally relax, “Just for a minute. I’ve got a slice of apple pie with your name on it. You’ve gotten too thin.”

“Okay,” you whisper, letting him take your hand.

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“Do you have my number in your new phone?” Ed asks by his front door after he feeds you not one, but two pieces of his homemade pie. It was your favorite and yet another thing Chad didn’t let you have.

You insist Ed stays home while you get your suitcases, not knowing the whereabouts of Chad’s cameras. The last thing you want is someone else getting hurt, especially Ed.

You nod, “It was the first number I put it, I still have it memorized. Promise you’ll come to see me when things settle?”

If they ever settle. Your heart sinks with the thought that this mess will never stop; not until he’s in prison or one of you ends up dead.

“I will,” he kisses your forehead, and hands you an envelope from his pocket, “here honey, take this.”

“Ed, no. I can’t,” you argue, eyes widening as you feel the wad of cash inside, “Really, I’ll be okay. I’ve been planning this for a while.”

“It was Jean’s idea,” he smiles sadly, “she knew you’d get out someday and we both wanted you to have a cushion.”

“Ed,” your voice breaks and you start to cry again. Your head was pounding, your ribs screamed with every breath and you were getting more anxious as more time passed.

“Take it and use it,” he says, putting his hand in his pocket so you can’t hand it back, “hire a lawyer, get that dog you always wanted, take a nice vacation, whatever you want, honey. Besides, he can’t track cash like he can a card.”

That thought crossed your mind too before you finally nod. “Thank you,” you whisper, giving him a final hug and heading back to your former home.

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You step over the drips of your blood and avoid the dead flowers and broken glass, feeling nauseous from anxiety and the pain pulsing through your body when you pick up your discarded bag and right your suitcases.

Your lip still quirks in satisfaction when the wheels of your suitcase drag the sharp pieces of glass over the floor, scratching the hell out of the hardwood he loves.

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Ed watches from his front door as you struggle to get your suitcases in the back, but you discreetly shake your head when he opens the door to help. Chad is going to take his anger out somewhere, and you don’t want to make Ed more of a target.

You suppress your groan as you lift the floorboard in the trunk to find your secret cell phone hidden by the spare tire and turn it on after plugging it in while you fasten your seatbelt.

After typing in the address into GPS, you take a deep breath and pull out of the driveway, waving goodbye to Ed and starting your new life.

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A few weeks later (current day).

“Friday at 11,” you confirm, “I’ll be there, thank you again,” you say before hanging up with the recruiter.

You smile softly; things are looking up. You have an interview scheduled for a nursing position with a general practitioner at the Naval Base, you secured a nice apartment that’ll be ready to move into in a few weeks and Chad would be served with divorce papers any day now.

With the money you saved, the generous gift from the doctors you worked with at the ER, and the downright obscene amount from Ed and Jean, you didn’t need to rush into finding a job. So you had taken a few weeks to find an apartment and hit the beach while you healed; physically at least.

Emotionally though, you were struggling. Most nights you woke up soaked in a cold sweat, shivering in terror from your nightmares. Loud noises made you flinch. You were constantly having to remind yourself that it’s okay to go out and do what you want.

Dr. Akins checked in with you twice after letting her know you arrived. Ed texted or called almost daily; it was so nice to be able to talk to him freely.

You decide to walk a few blocks to the hole-in-the-wall restaurant you discovered on your first week here for dinner.

Taking a different way back, you come across a large, brown, and white dog tied outside a clothing shop.

The sign in the window above him reads, ‘Dog is for sale. Inquire within’.

His big, fluffy tail begins to wag when he realizes you’re approaching him and he lifts his head when you kneel, “Hi buddy.”

“Hi,” an older woman with a kind smile comes out when she sees you, “are you-“ she cuts off with a sneeze when she gets close.

“Bless you,” you smile.

“Thanks,” she sniffs, “I was trying to ask if you’re interested in him?”

“Oh,” you say, “I can’t…” you trail off as you realize there isn’t anything stopping you. The Airbnb listing said pets were welcome; same with your apartment. “Well…maybe?”

She laughs, sitting on the bench by the door, inviting you to sit beside her. “His name is Hank, he’s a 2-year-old, Great Pyrenees mix. He belonged to my daughter but…she can’t take care of him anymore; she checked herself into rehab,” she sighs sadly, “and will be for a while; she asked me to find him a good home since I’m horribly allergic and there’s too many kill shelters around here,” she answers before you can ask.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, petting his big head when he rests it on your knee, “he’s so sweet.”

“He is,” she confirms before sneezing again, “he listens well, I’ve never heard him bark and I think he’s house trained-I’ve had to keep him in the garage at my house or I can’t breathe-but he hasn’t had any accidents there. I guess he’s a little leery of men too, but she wasn’t hanging around the best crowd either. I took him to the vet-in my car which was a terrible idea, I still sneeze when I open the door,” she laughs, “but they gave him a micro-chip and updated his vaccines. He was given a clean bill of health, I have his records in the store.”

He looks up at you with those big brown eyes; staring into your soul while tugging at your heartstrings.

“I’ll take him,” you hear yourself saying as you pull out your wallet and pull out all the cash you have in your wallet; around $500. She begins to refuse but you insist, “Please. I know the vet wasn’t cheap, and your daughter will need help getting back on her feet.”

Tears fill her eyes but she eventually nods, “Thank you.”

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It doesn’t take long at all for you to fall in love with Hank; his personality is as big as he is. He just had one accident the first night and hasn’t barked a single time.

“How do I look?” You ask him, spinning in front of the mirror as he watches you from his spot on your bed. Dressing up felt nice, even if it was just for a job interview.

You did your best to cover the healing yellow bruise under your eye, but it was still noticeable in certain light.

He hops off the bed and nudges your thigh with his head before looking up at you in the mirror.

“Thanks, I think so too,” you smile down at him. “I’ll be back in a little bit, you be a good boy.”

He’s asleep on the bed before you shut the door.

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“Hi, you must be Shae,” the pretty woman greeting smiles as she offers her hand. “I’m Reese, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” you reply.

“Please,” she gestures to the chairs across her desk as she sits, “have a seat.”

Your eyes squint when the sunlight catches your face as you sit before giving her your resume. “I also have letters of recommendation from my nursing instructor and a few of the doctors I’ve worked with,” your cheeks heat as you hand them over next.

Your stomach sinks as her gaze pauses on your concealed bruise before she scans the information given.

Your nerves settle as she asks questions and gives you different scenarios. Dr. Kerner is confident, witty and you get the impression she doesn’t take shit from anyone; which is needed when the majority of her patients are cocky men.

“Well, I’ve seen enough,” she smiles, “you can expect to from HR soon for the formal offer,” your heart soars and then sinks when her brow furrows slightly when she glances down again at her resume, “Oh, is this current?”

Your nerves come back full force and your hands twist nervously in your lap, “Yes, it’s current.”

“It’s okay,” she replies softly, picking up on your anxiety, “HR will ask why it's been 2 years since you worked last. What should I tell them?”

You feel yourself dissociate as you look out the window. “My husb-I mean, ex-husband…he didn’t want me to work.”

She nods, looking at your healing eye and piecing together where it came from. “Shae?”

You flinch slightly as you snap out of it, before meeting her eyes.

“I’m just going to tell them it was due to family reasons,” she says, watching as you sag in relief. “Are you safe though?”

“I am,” you reply, touching the slight discoloration under your eye, “I am now. He’s…a few hours away, and I have a dog now.”

“Okay,” she replies with a small smile, reaching for a pen and notepad. “Here’s my number if that changes okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper, touched by her gesture. You had very few people in your corner, and they all lived hours away. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she replies, rising to her feet. “Hope to see you again soon.”

“I hope so too,” you smile genuinely for the first time.

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“HR will be in touch soon,” Dr. Kerner says as she escorts you from her office, smiling down the hall. “Have a good weekend.”

“Thanks, you too,” you reply, eyes following hers to two men approaching.

The blonde gives you a friendly smile before locking eyes with Dr. Kerner. While he’s attractive, it’s evident he only has eyes for her.

The darker-haired one with a mustache is downright hot. The way he gives you a quick, appreciative once over before flashing you a grin has you blushing like a virgin.

You quickly head outside, feeling an odd mixture of emotions; unnecessary guilt for looking at another man, excitement that someone so good-looking finds you attractive, relief that you can still feel attraction, and nervousness that you might/might not see him again if you get the job.

Once inside your car, you blast the AC to cool your heated cheeks as you make your way back to your temporary home.

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A few days pass before receiving the call that you have the job and you agree to start the following Monday.

You hardly sleep the night before and arrive before nearly everyone.

“Ready for your first day?” Dr. Kerner smiles when she sees you at your desk.

“I am,” you answer, “I looked over your preferences while I waited. It all looks familiar so I shouldn’t have any problem getting caught up to speed.”

“I didn’t figure you would,” she replies, “let me give you a quick tour and we’ll get the day started.”

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By lunch, you’re already getting the hang of things.

“I don’t know how I’ve survived this long without you,” Dr. Kerner smiles as she checks the time, “seriously, you’re doing a great job.”

“Thank you,” you murmur, flushing as you look down at your shoes, so unused to compliments.

“You’re welcome,” she replies, “I usually have lunch in here with Jake, my boyfriend, and Rooster, an old friend of mine. They’re both naval aviators.”

“Rooster?” You ask, looking up confused.

“Ah, sorry, that’s his callsign,” she laughs, “his real name is Bradley; you can call him either. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I’ve gotta let my dog out. I haven’t found anyone to walk him yet; I’m pretty sure he’d be fine all day but I’m staying at an Airbnb until my apartment is ready in a few weeks so I don’t want to risk any accidents,” you reply. It’s the truth, but you’re still unsure and uneasy about a lot of things.

“Understandable,” she replies, “the offer stands if and when you want to.”

“Thank you,” you reply with a smile of your own.

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“Some friends of mine are having a get-together for the 4th at their house on the beach,” Dr. Kerner says at the end of the first day, “you’re more than welcome to come if you’d like.”

“You don’t have to answer right now,” she continues when you clam up, “and there’s no pressure, either. You can say no.”

The rising tension inside you falls when she gives you a choice.

“I’ll think about it,” you answer truthfully, “if that’s okay?”

“Of course. There’s no rush; Penny will be plenty of food and drinks either way,” she gives you a reassuring smile as she picks up her keys. “Have a good night, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Thanks,” you smile back, “you too.”

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The next few weeks pass quickly and June turns to July.

You were still in the rental and hadn’t had lunch with Dr. Kerner yet, but you could feel yourself slowly opening up to her.

“See ya after lunch,” she calls as you pick up your keys to head out, “tell Hank I said hi.”

“I will,” you laugh, “be back in a bit.”

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Something is off when you unlock the door to the rental.

Hank, who’s normally asleep on the bed, is restlessly pacing.

“What’s up, buddy?” You ask, crouching to kiss him.

He’s distracted though, aggressively sniffing the welcome mat.

“Gotta go potty?” You ask, grabbing his leash, “Let’s go.”

He sits down right beside you when you get to the grass, sniffing the air and looking around.

“C’mon bud, go potty,” you coax.

He eventually takes a few steps to do his business but comes right back when he’s done.

“I’ll see you in a bit, okay? Be a good boy,” you murmur as you close the door while he stands there and watches, again so unlike him.

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“Hey,” Dr. Kerner says when you come back from lunch, looking down at her phone, “the last patient canceled, so we’ll be done early today. How was Hank?”

“Acting a little weird, but good,” you reply, brow furrowed, “he’s usually asleep when I get home, but he was up and pacing by the door. I thought he had to go potty really bad but he didn’t go without some coaxing. Who knows, probably just heard a squirrel or something.”

“Probably,” she agrees, her tone giving away that it doesn’t sit right with her.

It doesn’t sit right with you either.

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After saying goodbye to Dr. Kerner, you head home a few hours later.

Hank is again, or still, by the door.

You order food to be delivered while he eats his, sitting down on the couch with a beer while you wait.

You mull it over in your head before pulling your phone out to compose a text.

Shae: Hey Dr. Kerner, I’ve thought it over. I’d be happy to join you tomorrow if the offer still stands.

But there’s a knock at the door before you send it.

You rise to your feet, Hank gets up too, surprising you as he growls in your presence for the first time.

“It’s okay, just the delivery driver,” you coo before calling, “just a minute,” as you grab some cash for a tip.

“Wow, that was fast-“ you start to say as you open the door, but your head whips to the side. You hear the sharp slap to your cheek and eye before the pain can register.

The force of his backhand knocks you back a step and Chad follows you, gripping your arm so tightly you cry out in pain. He’s full of rage, his breath reeks of bourbon as spits in your face, “You think you can divorce me?! After everything I’ve done for-FUCK!”

Chad screams when Hank latches onto his clothed arm with a low growl. The force of his lunge pushes Chad back into the doorframe but you grab Hank’s collar to haul him off before he sinks his teeth into something more vital.

“Leave,” you say, voice shaking and barely audible over Hank’s snarls, “now.”

“This isn’t over,” he says, holding his arm as he takes taking a step back, “and that dog is dead.”

You slam the door closed behind him, locking it before falling to the floor with a sob.

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Hank lays down beside you, setting his head in your lap as he senses your distress. “You’re such a good boy,” you whisper, stroking his soft fur.

But he starts to growl again a few minutes later when a loud knock startles you both.

“San Diego PD, open up.”

You hold Hank’s collar as you crack the door to verify. “Just a minute, I’m going to put my dog in the bedroom; he’s a little worked up.”

The host of the AirBnb shows up shortly after, holding the bag of your forgotten food.

Adrenaline wearing off, your face begins to throb in time with his fingerprints on your arm as you explain what happened to the officers. You feel numb as they take pictures of your injuries, but you don’t hold much hope when the officers say they’ll find him.

The Airbnb host gives you more bad news before leaving too.

You try to compose yourself as you start to pack but hopelessness of the situation begins to set in, and you feel suddenly feel completely overwhelmed. Your thoughts begin to race before you pick up the phone; feeling as if you have no other choice but to turn to the only person that might help.

Your heart races as the line rings.

“Shae?” she answers, “what’s up?”

There’s faint music in the background.

“Hi Dr. Kerner,” you say, trying to sound calm, “I’m so sorry to bother you.”

“Please, call me Reese,” she reminds you gently, “you’re not bothering me. Is everything okay?”

“No,” your voice breaks, “it’s not. Chad…my ex, he found me.”

“Where are you? Is he there now?” She asks, anxious now.

“No, he took off when Hank bit him,” you sniff, zipping one of your packed suitcases closed, “I’m still at the Airbnb, packing my stuff.”

“Okay,” she sighs, her relief evident until your last words sink in, “Okay. Packing your-wait, why are you packing?”

“The police came a few minutes after he left; one of the units heard the commotion. The unit owner came while I was giving my statement,” You answer, walking down the short hallway to the living room, “I guess the other tenants complained to him and are scared-understandably so-but said I needed to be out…tonight.”

“Oh Shae,” she says, “I’m so sorry. Let me come help you?”

“Okay.” Both of you are surprised when you agree.

“I’m at the Hard Deck-which is a bar-with Jake and Bradley. Oh shoot, I forgot we rode together. Hang one sec,” she pauses, “I’ll order an Uber.”

“They can come too,” you say, more anxiety setting in as you look at the clock, “if they want to, I mean. I…I think I need all the help I can get. I’ve got to be out in about an hour.”

“Okay,” she says, murmuring something before coming back on the line, “they’re happy to help, Shae. Text me the address, we’re getting in the truck now.”

“I will, oh…” you cringe when you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror above the couch. Your right eye is bloodshot from the trauma, below on your cheek is puffy and still red, and his fingerprints already purpling your arm. It’s nothing compared to last time, but it’s still startling, “and Reese? I should warn you, I look…rough.”

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A/N: Well…what do you guys think? Did everything make sense (especially for those who haven’t read All of Me).

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A Little Bit Stronger

Part 2

(previous part here, next part here)

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x OFC/You

Summary: You begin to open up once you realize you’re safe for the night.

Warnings: Just like everything else I write/post: this story is for 18+ only. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. It will contain smut, adult themes, situations and language. Please also note this story may be triggering due to the topic of domestic abuse (physical, emotional, sexual) violence-feel free to message me with any questions before reading.

*This is the Bradley from All of Me (Jake and Reese’s story). You should be able to be read as a stand-alone but it doesn’t hurt to start there.

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Your anxiety continues to build when your search for a place to stay for the night falls flat. Few hotels in the area have vacancies with the long holiday weekend and none allow dogs.

“Shae?” Reese calls through the door, “I’m here.”

You toss your phone on the bed with a sigh before heading down the hall, Hank hot on your heels.

You hold his collar as you unlock the door, cracking it open before stepping back, “Come in.”

Your grip tightens as Reese pushes it open slowly, but he surprises you by wagging his tail instead of growling.

“Hi baby,” she greets him softly, crouching to pet him as her eyes meet yours, “Oh Shae.”

“I’m okay,” you smile as your eyes fill with tears again, “I’ve had worse.”

She nods. “Yous such a good boy, protecting your mama like that,” she kisses the top of his head as she stands and wraps you in a hug.

So unused to a kind touch, you stiffen for a moment before lifting your arms and returning it.

“Thanks for coming, I didn’t know what to do…who to call,” you say, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“Of course,” she replies, eyes falling to your swollen cheek when you pull back, “let’s get some ice on it.”

“Okay, right, of course,” you say, touching the tender skin while you nod, “Duh, I’m a nurse, I just-where are the guys? Did they drop you off?”

“Hey, it’s okay,” she smiles kindly at your stuttering while she checks the freezer, “They told me to come in first to make sure you’re still okay that they came.”

It all suddenly feels like too much and you just want to sit down and cry.

Instead, you take a deep breath as you look at the ticking clock and say, “I’m okay with it.”

“Okay,” she murmurs, placing a bag of frozen peas wrapped in a towel gently on your cheek before guiding you to the couch. “I’ll let them in.”

Reese opens the door and waves them over just as you remember the words of the lady you got Hank from, “he’s a little leery of men.”

You jump up to grab his collar but miss as he trots to the door, “Oh wait! I was told…”

The words die on your tongue as Bradley kneels to greet him, laughing as Hank sniffs his face while his tail wags a mile a minute.

Jake’s right behind him and all 3 look at you to finish your sentence.

“I was told he’s a little leery of men,” you finish, wanting to hide your face at their attention. Thankfully the ice pack hides your flush. “Seems to like you guys though.”

Bradley gives you a soft smile as he rises and holds out his hand, “I’m Bradley, or Rooster, either’s fine. I’m glad to officially meet you, sorry it’s under these circumstances.”

He’s even more handsome up close; the mustache that should look ridiculous but suits him well, deep brown eyes that you could get lost in, the scars on his cheek and neck that you want to run your fingers over. There’s no pity or anger in his expression as you shake his hand; he almost looks hurt on your behalf.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you murmur, trying not to squirm under his gaze, “I apologize for avoiding you,” you say, looking up at him and then Jake, “both of you since I started. It’s been difficult adjusting…”

Adjusting to being able to talk to a man without getting beat for it, not having to come home and report every interaction you had with a male coworker, patient, etc., not being called a whore for just glancing in one’s direction…

“It’s okay,” Jake says as he rises, holding his hand out next. You’re almost reluctant to let go of Bradley’s calloused one dwarfing yours. “It’s understandable after everything you’ve been through.”

Jake’s expression doesn’t show pity either but there’s definitely anger as he looks over the frozen peas pressed to your cheek. But it’s not directed at you. “Let’s get you out of here. I can’t stand being at a place that kicks a woman while she’s down. What’s all yours?”

You realize there’s a familiarity to his anger with his words; someone close to him has been hurt like this too. “Out here there’s just a couple of coffee cups and Hank’s toys and bed, I think. In the bedroom, I need to pack the rest of my clothes in the closet, oh, and a tote too.”

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Reese helps you pack your bedroom while the guys gather the rest. “Did you find somewhere for tonight?”

You shake your head, “Not yet. Everything is booked with the holiday.”

“You could stay with me,” she replies as she places the rest of your clothes in the last suitcase, “I’ve got plenty of room.”

“I appreciate it, but I won’t risk something happening with Drew there,” you say, refusing to traumatize her son.

“He’s with his grandparents tonight,” she replies. “I’ll sleep better knowing you’re safe.”

“Are you sure?” You ask, your other choice is sleeping in your car, “Hank’s a big dog and he sheds.”

“Positive,” she answers, zipping the suitcase closed and setting it on the floor, “I have a big house and dog hair never hurt anyone. We can have a drink and talk or sit together in silence. Whatever you want.”

“Okay,” you say, voice cracking as tears again fill your eyes, “thank you.”

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The host shows up again just as you’re heading out the door. You nearly laugh at the disgusted look Jake throws his way.

You don’t even look at him while you drop the keys in his hand.

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Reese rides with you on the way to her house, giving you directions while she pets Hank’s big head resting on the center console.

“I appreciate this so much,” you tell her as you pull into her driveway.

“Of course,” she replies, “Jake was going to spend the night tonight, but I can send him home if it bothers you.”

“No, not at all. It’s your home,” you tell her, shifting your car into park, “I’m sure he’s long gone by now,” you sigh, “and it’s actually kind of comforting; knowing there’s someone his size here on the odd chance he figures out where I am.”

“Okay,” she nods as she opens her car door, “let me know if you change your mind. He won’t care.”

You give her a small smile and follow her inside.

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After getting the things you need for the night inside and settling in one of the guest rooms, Reese invites you outside to join them around her fire pit.

“I’m assuming this is okay?” Reese asks, handing you the same brand of beer you had been drinking earlier when Chad showed up, probably still sitting half-full on the counter in the rental.

“Yes, thank you,” you smile, taking it from her. You felt less dowdy in your leggings and old college tee since she changed into sweats too. Hank finishes patrolling her yard to come lay on your feet with a relaxed sigh.

“Do you think Chad was there earlier?” Reese asks, bending down to pat his soft fur, “You said he was pacing when you let him out at lunch.”

You nod, “Yeah, I think so. He was still worked up when I got home.”

“How did he get in?” Jake asks.

“I let him in,” you frown, picking at the label on the bottle of beer, “he knocked and I let him in without looking because I ordered food. You’d think I’d know better,” you laugh at your own stupidity before taking a long pull. “I was just feeling so good after working; I was actually in the process of texting you that I was gonna tag along tomorrow when he knocked.”

“You still can,” Reese says softly, “I’d love it if you’d come.”

You nod as you gently touch the bruising on your cheek, “I’ll have to see how this looks in the morning first. Anyways, I opened the door and he backhanded me, knocked me back a few steps. God, if he had hit me on the other side…” you shiver and your stomach turns as you imagine it, “I’m still healing from the orbital fracture he gave me. That’s what the bruising was from when we first met.”

“Oh Shae,” Reese murmurs.

“Fuck,” you hear Jake mutter.

Bradley’s hand tightens on the bottle in his hand as he shifts in his seat.

You’re too embarrassed to look at any of their expressions.

“He grabbed my arm and was screaming at me. He must’ve gotten served the divorce papers this week,” you continue, eyes not focusing on anything as you recall the attack, “that’s when Hank bit him.”

“Good boy,” Jake tells him, giving him some hearty pats. Hank’s tail thumps in response.

“He screamed like a girl,” you smile at the memory, “screamed like I did the last time he…” you trail off as you realize what you’re saying.

“You don’t have to tell us anything you don’t want to, Shae,” it’s Bradley’s voice this time.

You nod, still not looking up.

“I pulled Hank off before he could do anything worse. He was wearing long sleeves so I don’t think it broke the skin,” you say, stroking the soft, downy fur of his ears, “then he ran off. Not before telling me ‘this isn’t over’ and ‘that dog is dead.’”

You swallow back your tears with another drink before looking at Reese’s shiny eyes over the fire. “That’s why I can’t stay here. He’s never going to stop. Not until he’s in prison or one of us is dead.”

“Why isn’t he in prison?” Bradley asks. Now there’s anger staining his voice, but it doesn’t scare you like you thought it would. “Especially if this isn’t his first offense.”

“He should be in prison,” you agree, “but his dad is the Sacramento County DA. His family has all kinds of connections and the entire police force is in his back pocket. All charges against him mysteriously drop with a phone call from his daddy.”

It’s silent while that news sinks in.

“I-we won’t let anything happen to you,” Bradley says after a moment.

“He’s right,” Reese agrees, “and you don’t have to go through this alone anymore. We’re all here for you.”

“Thank you,” you murmur, watching the fire crackle and pop.

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You’re grateful for the cloak of darkness as the conversation begins to flow. You’ve caught Bradley’s eyes on you on more than once but he looks away whenever you’d catch his gaze.

You can’t help but smile at the banter between friends. You heart pinches a bit at the love Jake and Reese share. The way he looks at her with so much love and adoration almost makes you blush.

It’s the kind of love your parents had. The kind of love you’ve always wished for.

“So…how do you all know each other?” You ask when there’s a lull.

“I met Bradley the same day I met my late husband, Andy,” Reese starts with a small smile, “those two were friends since they were in diapers and happened to be Andy’s ride to the ER when he got hurt. I ended being the only one available to stitch him up. Andy scared the shit out of me when he waiting for me after work,” she laughs, fiddling with what you assume is Andy’s wedding ring on her right hand. “Bradley was Andy’s best man in our wedding, he was there for us when we got Andy’s ALS diagnosis, which was shortly after I found out I was pregnant with Drew.”

A lump forms in your throat as her voice gets thicker with tears. Jake intertwines his fingers in hers before squeezing gently.

“Andy declined quickly and died shortly after he was born. Bradley’s been there for Drew and I every step of the way,” she smiles at him warmly, reaching over to squeeze his knee. He flushes as he swallows heavily before taking a long pull of his drink.

“Jake and Bradley are in the same squadron, and I met Jake the day I got back from my deployment a few months ago at the beach,” she continues. “What was supposed to be a hook-up turned into this,” her heavy sigh turns into laughter at Jake’s scoff, but his lip quirks too.

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“When did you say your apartment will be ready?” Jake asks a few minutes later, handing you a second beer.

“Should be done by the end of next week,” you reply.

“Could she stay at your place?” Reese asks Jake, “you could stay here?”

“You could,” Jake turns to you, but he’s wearing a frown, “but there’s a no-pet policy, and my landlord is a dick. I’m guessing you want Hank with you too.”

“I do,” you nod, “thank you though.”

“You could stay at my house,” Bradley says. Your heart skips a beat when you look up and meet his kind, brown gaze. He doesn’t look away this time, though his eyes dip to your lips briefly. Your breath catches as desire hits you like a freight train with the realization that he’s attracted to you. “I-uh, I own a house near the beach. I’ve got plenty of room for you both,” he smiles at Hank, “and I’m sure I can stay with Mav and Penny.”

“I-no,” you argue, “I won’t kick you out of your own home. Thank you though.”

“You’re not,” he smiles, “I offered.”

“Well…” you trail off, not sure what to say. The problem is you don’t want to stay anywhere by yourself after tonight. You also don’t want to drag anyone further into this mess.

“You don’t have to make any decisions tonight,” Reese says with a yawn, “I think I’m gonna go to bed. You want a ride home Roo?”

He shakes his head as he yawns too, “I’ll just crash on the couch if you don’t mind?”

“Not at all. I was gonna make you Uber if you wanted a ride,” she teases, laughing as he pushes her into Jake.

You smile at their antics as you follow them inside.

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Hank’s whining wakes you a little before 7. Though your body is bruised and sore, you feel better rested than you have in years; it’s like your subconscious knew you were safe.

“Shhhh,” you tell Hank dancing at the top of the stairs as you grab your robe. His tail slowly moves side to side as he waits for you to get close before he loudly takes off down the stairs before you can pull it on.

“Wait,” you whisper as you follow, trying not to slip.

He’s waiting patiently at the bottom until he hears soft snores coming from the couch.

“Hank!” You whisper-yell as he gallops to find the source, “Leave him alone!”

But it’s too late.

You hear Bradley’s “oomph” before you can catch him.

“I’m so sorry!” You cringe as you take in the sight of your giant dog splayed on top of him. “I snore when I mess around with him…he must’ve thought you wanted to play.”

Bradley laughs as he tries to avoid Hank’s cold, wet nose against his neck, “It’s okay. I’ve had worse wake-up calls.”

You suddenly remember your lack of a bra as Bradley’s eyes flick down to your chest where your nipples are standing at attention against the pilled cotton of your shirt in the cool morning air. His gaze drops further to your bare legs, shorts hidden by the length of your tee. Helooks away quickly but his cheeks redden.

“Come on,” you coo as you pull on your robe, pretending not to notice to ease Bradley’s embarrassment. You can’t deny that the attention feels good. “Gotta go potty?”

Hank’s head whips around at that and Bradley groans out a laugh as the oaf leaps off him to bound toward the back door.

“Sorry again,” you say with a sheepish smile as you follow.

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You sit on the stairs, watching Hank run off some energy when the door opens a few minutes later.

“Coffee?” Bradley asks, holding two cups by the handles as he closes the door behind him. “With or without creamer? I don’t care either way.”

He looks good; like really good in a white undershirt and gray sweatpants.

“Witho-with…with creamer, please,” you catch yourself, “Chad had me on a strict diet for many years,” you explain, knowing he’s wondering but too polite to ask, “still trying to get used to being able to eat or drink what I want.”

He frowns as he hands you the warm cup, his gaze lingering on your bruised face.

“Thank you,” you say, wincing as you try to smile, your cheek aching with the movement. “You can sit if you want.”

He nods before taking a seat at the opposite edge of the steps. “The swelling’s gone down.”

“Has it?” Your fingertips brush the tender skin. It warms under your touch from the way he watches you, “those peas must’ve worked.”

He smiles sadly and you turn to take a sip of the coffee that’s sweetened perfectly.

“I was actually excited about tagging along today; finally starting to feel like the old me again…standing on my own two feet,” you clear your throat, “then he pulled the rug out from under me.”

“You can still come,” he replies, “no one will say anything.”

“I just…,” you sigh, “I shouldn’t leave Hank here all day by himself, and gotta find a place to stay by tonight and…”

He waits patiently for you to gather your thoughts and continue.

“and I’m scared,” you whisper, tears again filling your eyes, “I’m scared to be alone right now.”

“I bet,” he murmurs, “you’ve been through a lot.”

Both of you are quiet for a while, chuckling occasionally as Hank goofs around.

Besides the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach, you feel at ease with Bradley. You had been young and dumb when Chad swept you off your feet; the bad gut-feeling you had about him was easily ignored by the gifts and over-the-top gestures. You’ll never make that mistake again.

“What if…you stayed at my house…with me?” He asks tentatively a few minutes later, “I’ve got a guest bedroom upstairs; you can still have your own space but I’ll be around so you can feel safe.”

You want to be selfish and say yes. You would do just about anything to get a few more good nights' sleep like you did last night instead of overanalyzing every sound.

“Just like roommates, ya know?” He says when you hesitate, “it’s only for a few days.”

“Okay,” you answer without thinking.

“Yeah?” He sounds just as surprised as you.

“Yeah,” you give him a small smile as you nod, feeling overwhelmed and relieved all at once.

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Ok but this hits home way too much 😭😭 like I'm actually crying. My dad in freshman year of highschool, helped me buy my first car which was my truck, a tan 1989 f-150, named spirit. We drove from Southern Wisconsin all the way to Idaho during spring break to get it. It took us 5 days. It was so expensive driving out there and Wyoming kept closing the roads because of so much snow. That man spent so much of his time and money rebuilding it just for me and I love the thing to death. He bought me everything I wanted to put on the truck just short of a new paint job. I had expensive bumpers, a spare engine, tires, KC headlights, a roll bar, and even new interior parts that cost fortunes. Honestly this seriously brings me to tears. I hope I find as good of a man as my father, one that's willing to do these things for me just because he loves me. Cause God only knows that cars are the way to my heart. Thank you so much for writing this, your work is a god send as always. I'm gonna go sit and cry for a bit, maybe even call my dad and tell him how much I love him 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

To anyone who reads this reblog, def go read the actual story, it's amazing 👏

Vintage | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You love teasing your husband about his deep and unwavering devotion to his Bronco, but he's insistent that it would come in second place to you every time, and he intends to prove it. While you're away on deployment, he concocts a plan to get you behind the wheel of your very own vintage beauty.

Warnings: Swears, fluff, mentions of smut

Length: 2700 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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"Sometimes I swear you love that thing more than you love me."

Your voice startled Bradley as he ran the wet, soapy sponge along the hood of his vintage Ford Bronco, pulling him from his thoughts. That was something you frequently said to him, jokingly claiming that you were the second love of his life. But you both knew it wasn't true. Especially not tonight.

"Hey, Baby," he whispered, coaxing you closer to him as he tossed the sponge back into the bucket. "Come here."

The setting sun painted your face with orange and gold, and he noticed the sadness in your eyes. He quickly wiped his hands on his jeans and then held them out to you, and you were in his arms in an instant. "Bradley," you mumbled against his chest as he squeezed you, getting your shirt a little damp in the process. But you didn't seem to mind. "I'm going to miss you."

Detailing and cleaning what used to be his dad's 1973 Bronco had become a way for him to relieve stress. He would get out the soap and turn on the hose when he needed a few minutes to himself. It was easier to be alone in his head, processing his thoughts and worries when he was washing the light blue masterpiece he'd spent so many years and a lot of money preserving. He always found himself in a better headspace to deal with whatever was troubling him when he spent some time with the Bronco. And today was no exception. 

"I'm going to miss you, too."

Sometimes it felt like the nearly five years you and he had been married were just spent alternating deployments. First he would be gone on an aircraft carrier for months on end, and then it would be your turn. You'd be sent abroad with the Navy before returning to him, and then the cycle would begin anew. Everything felt harder when you weren't around, and maybe that's why Bradley was out on the driveway right now instead of helping you pack for your early call time tomorrow morning. 

With your cheek pressed to his sternum, you cried softly. "It's only two months this time. And I'll have access to my phone. And I'll even be home in time for our anniversary. I don't know why I'm feeling so emotional about this."

He pressed his lips to your hair and whispered, "It's not like it gets any easier. You know that. I know that. It's going to feel like two months of hell on my end."

You sniffed hard then looked up at him with a little smirk. "At least you'll have the Bronco to keep you warm."

Bradley groaned and started to walk you backwards toward the house. "I mean, she's pretty and all, and I've definitely spent a night or two curled up around her gear shift, but I never gave her a diamond ring."

Your lips and your soft laughter against his neck sent a jolt of physical pleasure through his body, but he didn't want to rush this. He needed this to last, to hold him over for two months without your touch. Both of you tripped along to the bedroom where he smiled and whispered, "Let me show you that you're my number one girl. Let me prove you always will be."

Bradley was meticulous. He knew every inch of his Bronco, inside and out, but he knew you better. The sounds you made were prettier. The way you clung to him as he brought you pleasure was unparalleled. Your fingers laced with his as he connected his body with yours in the most intimate way, and it left him breathless.

"I love you."

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Two days. He'd only been alone for two days, and he was already halfway through binge watching a season of a show that wasn't even that interesting. When he got home from work, he eyed up the couch and TV before ultimately changing into some sweats and heading back out to the driveway. He looked over the Bronco from hood to taillights, making a mental list of what she needed: new wiper blades, two new tires, and an oil change.

When he took his phone out to order the parts from his favorite website, he must have typed something wrong. It rerouted him to a vintage Ford resale page that left him staring at a sage green 1975 Bronco in rough condition. Man, she was still pretty though, with her original chrome and hubcaps. She was just an hour away, and the price wasn't too bad...

He glanced up at the blue gem in front of him. An idea started to take shape. He wondered how you would feel about it. With a smile, he ordered the wiper blades and oil filter that he needed and went inside to make dinner. But he couldn't stop picturing that chipped, green paint, and the vinyl that needed to be patched. 

If he knew he could get you hooked on a Bronco of your very own, he'd make this purchase. Two months to go. Shit, he might have just enough time to pull this off. He could practically picture you cranking the engine to life and waving goodbye as you pulled out of the driveway and took your Bronco for a spin. He wouldn't be able to say it with a straight face, but he'd say it anyway. "You love that thing more than you love me, Baby."

When he was stretched out on your side of the bed later that night, enveloped in your sweet scent that clung to the pillows, he closed his eyes and thought long and hard about what he wanted to do. It would be fun to prove to you once and for all where his loyalties lie. Or maybe it could just be a project that would keep him busy, and if you didn't like the idea, he could resell it after you got home. Either way, he drifted to sleep as he thought about you behind the wheel, and he knew it was too perfect to pass up.

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"Hey, Baby," Bradley said with a smirk as he answered his phone.

"Bradley! I miss you like crazy!"

"I miss you, too," he promised as he looked at the rather beat up, green Bronco before him. He got it for a great price when he offered to pay cash, and the tow truck just dropped it off a few days ago. Half of the engine was taken apart on a tarp at his feet, and it was currently jacked up so he could replace the oil pan. But he thought it was gorgeous. "I have a little surprise for you when you get home."

"A surprise?! Tell me. You know I can't wait that long."

"Nah," he said, kneeling down to check the wiring for the headlights. "I think I'll make you wait this one out."

"Rooster!"

"What?" he laughed, wedging the phone between his shoulder and his ear as he slipped his work gloves on and pulled at the loose wire. "You know, this is what you get for always giving me a hard time about my dad's Bronco. I love you so much, Baby, I'll make you wait for the surprise. It'll be sweeter that way."

"You're the worst," you groaned playfully. "Now I'll be thinking about what it could possibly be the whole time I'm gone. I'll be wondering what you have up your sleeve."

"As long as you're thinking about me, I'm happy," he rasped, and your pretty sigh in response left him a little breathless.

"I'm always thinking about you. Promise me as soon as I get back, we'll go for a long drive? Up along the coast? Late at night?"

He loved that idea. It would just look a little different than you were probably imagining if he could get this thing up and running again in time for your return. "We'll make a night of it," he promised. "I'll pack some blankets, and we can sit in the back and look out at the ocean. Can't guarantee I'll be able to keep my hands to myself though."

"Mmm. That's what I'm counting on."

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After about two weeks of watching a lot of YouTube videos posted by professionals, Bradley finally had the engine rebuilt. He was just waiting for some parts to arrive before he could put it back in place. "You're a needy one, aren't you?" he asked the green Bronco. "Nothing like her. She's a saint." He nodded his head toward the blue one before kneeling to replace the taillights. 

He was quickly realizing that the money he saved on the cost of the actual vehicle was being eaten up in the expensive, vintage parts. He was lucky he knew how to do most of this himself, even if it took twice as long. Today he was replacing the brakes and listening to a Motown playlist, and he fully realized that he felt calmest when he was with you or a Bronco. He snorted at how ridiculous that fact was as he scooted under the vehicle, but it was true. And having you tucked away in the back with the tailgate dropped, all wrapped up in a blanket while you turned him on just by existing.... well, that's when he would be happiest of all.

As the weeks wore on and the project progressed, the day finally arrived when it was time to try to start her up and take her for a little drive. Everything smelled like new rubber from the tires he'd just put on. The vinyl seats were still in bad shape, but when he slipped the key into the ignition and turned it, the engine purred to life.

Bradley's head tipped back as he groaned softly. "So fucking pretty. My god." He tapped the accelerator gently with his foot, enjoying the rev of the engine. He smoothed his hands along the steering wheel and the dashboard before he adjusted the rear view mirror to accommodate his height. Then he flicked the chrome switch and turned on the radio which he was surprised still worked.

My Girl by the Temptations poured from the speakers as the station crackled to life, and that felt like a very good sign. "Let's get out of here, Sweetheart," he whispered before shifting into reverse and leaving the driveway and his toolbox behind.

She was smooth and steady and everything he was hoping for. Would it ever fully compete with Goose's Bronco? Probably not. Was it worth the investment anyway? He'd find out next week when you got home. There were just a few things left to do before he dropped it off to be repainted and have the interior patched, and then she'd be good as new.

Bradley's phone rang in his pocket, and he smiled when he saw it was you. "Hey, Baby."

"Bradley! I miss you so much. I swear, if this thing was longer than two months, I wouldn't make it. What are you up to?"

"Oh, I'm just out for a little drive."

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After eight weeks of nothing more than a few scant phone calls, Bradley was more than ready to have you home again. Maybe you and he could take a few days off from work. He'd help you catch up on some sleep after initially keeping you up all night. He already had some blankets ready to go as soon as you said you wanted to drive up to Carlsbad and watch the surfers at sunset before making love in the back of your Bronco.

Your Bronco. His wife's Bronco. It would take some getting used to, but it already made him smile every time he thought about it. With his hands on that familiar steering wheel, he drove toward the Naval base where both of you spent so much of your time. He waited, leaning against the light blue hood until you came running toward him in your uniform with your bags.

"Bradley!" you shrieked as you landed in his arms where you belonged. 

"I missed you," he promised, finally kissing your lips again after so many weeks. He felt your bag hit his foot, and he smiled as he tilted your face up for better access to your mouth.

"I missed you, too," you moaned softly, and he was already making the move to get you back home and remind you what you meant to him. But you dug your feet in outside the passenger door. 

"Where's my surprise?" you asked as you tucked your fingers into the top of his jeans and grinned up at him. "I've been thinking about it nonstop. Is it you?"

"No," he replied with a chuckle as his gaze drifted toward the Bronco. "You'll see soon enough."

You glanced at where he was looking, and you rolled your eyes before kissing his chin. "Did she keep you company while I was gone? She looks pristine, like you spend some time working on her."

Bradley kissed your forehead. "Just get in, Baby," he rasped. "The sooner we get home, the sooner your little surprise will make sense."

He knew the routine by heart now. The short ride home would start out with you holding his right hand and playing with his fingers while he drove. Then your hand would migrate to his thigh when the Bronco was about five blocks away. Then as soon as the tires touched the driveway, you'd unbuckle your seatbelt and make your way over to his lap.

The routine was important to him. He loved it. He loved taking you inside and directly to bed before coming back out much later to get the bags. He thrived on the return to normal life that was triggered by the routine. But today, he knew you weren't going to end up on his lap, and that was more than okay.

When your hand settled on his thigh exactly five blocks away from home, Bradley smiled. Your fingers crept up inch by inch as you leaned closer and whispered in his ear that you had their fifth wedding anniversary all planned out for the following weekend. You were playing with the zipper of his jeans by the time he could see the house, and he just waited for it. He was not disappointed.

"What the fuck is that?" you gasped, both hands going to the dashboard in front of you as you leaned to check out the freshly painted green Bronco as he coasted into the driveway. "Bradley?" you asked, glancing at him with wide eyes as he shifted into park.

He smiled and leaned over to kiss your softly parted lips. "This is your surprise. You're always joking about how much I love my Bronco, but I'll never love anything more than I love you."

You pressed your lips to his once before pulling away, shaking your head slightly. "So you got me one of my own?" you asked, jerking your thumb toward the green one.

He nodded and pulled his key from the ignition before pressing it into your palm. "Yep. She's all yours."

"Wait," you whispered, your brow creasing in confusion as you looked down at your hand. "This is your key."

"No, it's your key. The key to the green one is in the house. That's my key."

You gaped at him as your eyebrows shot upwards. "You're giving me your Bronco?"

"Yep."

"But," you whispered, turning to look out the window, "I can drive the other one."

"No, I bought the green one with myself in mind," he replied, taking your chin gently in his hand so you were looking at him again. "This one's better. She's sweet. Like you. She's yours."

"Oh my god, Bradley."

He was wrong; you did end up in his lap. Right where you belonged. His hands settled at your hips as you kissed every inch of his face while he laughed.

"I want to take her for a spin," you whispered, nudging him out of the driver's seat with your knee. "Go."

He smiled as he walked around to the passenger side of the blue Bronco, and he barely had the door closed before you started the engine and shifted into gear. "Pretty soon you'll love this thing more than you love me, Baby."

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He gave you his Bronco. The green one was for him. That's how you know he loves you. I hope they do some nasty shit in the green one to break it in. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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There was something ‘bout you

summary: bradley bradshaw didn’t fall in love, especially not with uptight girls in his english lit class and especially not the ones being forced into tutoring him. college au

pairing: fratboy!bradley x tutor!reader

word count: 9.2k

warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, mentions of blood, teeny amount of violence, smut (oral and pinv), bradley sucks so bad but he’s cute!! MDNI 18+

Bradley knew girls liked him, loved him even.

He once had a girl leave him a love letter after a night together. It was a sweet touch, the pink paper and the gel pen she’d written it in, he slept with her once more after that but had to cut her off once he caught her snipping a little bit of his hair off in the middle of the night.

Anyways, what Bradley had concluded is that he was an attractive guy. Not too classically like his roommate and best friend Jake with his blonde locks and ken doll looks. But in a boyish charming way with his “big brown puppy dog eyes” or whatever that girl had written in the letter.

So when his Eng Lit professor had told him he was going to be tutored by a girl in his class he was pretty excited to say the least. Truth be told, the only reason he had picked this Eng Lit class was because he knew there would be an abundance of girls in there, sure they were probably a little more intellectually advanced than the girls he would usually go for but maybe that was what he needed. Some girl obsessed with like gothic literature, Jake had assured him they were the freaks he needed to bag.

He’s already started tuning out Professor Clarke’s spiel on getting his grade up and started imagining all the hot girls in his class who could possibly be tutoring him. There was Clara, she was the kind of gothy Jake was on about, he could definitely be into that. Or even Natalie, she was who Bradley usually went for, pretty brunette and what Jake would call in his omniscience; a colossal rack.

“Bradley, are you listening to me?”

Bradley pulled his mind from the depths of analysis of the girls in his class and hummed,

“Yes, Professor.”

“So you know who I’m assigning to tutor you?”

Bradley winces apologetically and watches as Professor Clarke runs a hand down his face.

“Please, Bradley. I’m just asking you to try and put some effort in, she’s only gonna be able to do so much to help you, you need to help yourself.”

Bradley sighs, “who is it?”

When Professor Clarke gives Bradley your name and tells him that you’ll meet him after class tomorrow his first thought is “who the fuck is that?” and his second one is in mourning of being in forced proximity of a hot goth chick or one of the girls who he’s already slept with.

Bradley walks back to his house slightly dejected, if he couldn’t even recognise you from your name there was probably not a huge chance you were going to be the ‘bad boy gets taught in a different way by his tutor’ wet dream he was hoping for. When he finally gets back he finds Jake lounging on the couch with another one of his frat brothers Reuben.

Jake looks up from where him and Reuben are watching this weeks football highlights on the TV to meet Bradley’s moping gaze.

“You good bro?”

Bradley replies with a whine, “Professor Clarke is making some girl tutor me.”

Reuben snorts and shovels another handful of chips into his mouth, “hot.”

Bradley rolls his eyes and flops onto the couch in between his two friends. He says your name to the two boys and begins, “do you know her?”

Jake’s eyebrows furrow in thought for a moment before he smacks Reuben on the back of the head,

“Bro?” He whines.

“It’s the library chick!” Jake exclaims.

Reuben looks confused for a moment before he realises, “oh shit yeah!”

Jake and Reuben looks happy for themselves for a few moments before Bradley interrupts again, “When the fuck have you ever been to the library?”

Jake frowns, “I’ll have you know that I read, the classics are my favourite!”

“What classics?” Reuben scoffs.

Jake smiles, “You know, the classic ones?”

“Where’s Waldo isn’t a classic J,” Bradley smirks.

“Shut the fuck up, okay I was trying to impress this girl in my econ class.” Jake admits, “she’s very well read.”

Bradley mutters something about Jake being pussywhipped before deciding he needed to get back to the problem at hand. You.

“Okay, so library chick. Do I know her?”

Jake racks his mind for a minute, scowling at Reuben’s loud chewing sounds.

“Fuck, yeah okay, do you remember last year? She dropped that massive encyclopaedia on your hand after you whistled when she was bent over sorting out books.”

Bradley cringes in recollection. In his defence he did think he was complimenting you… albeit with not much class or subtlety. You were cute. Maybe a bit nerdy, but you clearly had guts which he appreciated.

“Shit.. yeah.”

Bradley hoped you weren’t one for grudges.

You weren’t for the most part, and when Professor Clarke had told you who you would be tutoring you had decided last years incident could be water under the bridge. You figured he didn’t even remember you, he hadn’t acknowledged your presence in the one class you shared either way.

However, when he came sauntering down from his seat right at the back of the lecture hall and paused in front of you by Professor Clarke’s desk you were already becoming mildly irritated.

Bradley could tell, and he also knew that he was goading it on by making eye contact with your tits before your eyes and then saying,

“Hey, beautiful.”

He watches as you scoff and mutter something that sounds similar to “fucking prick.” It makes him smile.

Professor Clarke sighs loudly and speaks directed towards you, “I trust you’ll be able to help Bradley, Lord knows he needs it.”

Bradley’s smile drops, “Hey! I literally submitted my last assignment in on time!”

Your face drops in shock, is that seriously what he considers a win?

Professor Clarke looks at Bradley and sighs once again, “you sent me a gif of a rat dancing and made the subject of the email “The Great Ratsby”.”

Bradley sputters slightly but clears his throat feeling the weighted stare of Professor Clarke still on him. The older man smiles thinly as you thank him for his time and move towards the door. Bradley is hot on your tail, and he rounds on you once the reach the corridor.

“So…. how are we doing this angel?”

Bradley can’t control how his lips quirk upwards at you apparent distaste for the pet name. He can’t help but wonder what you’d appreciate more; maybe sweetheart or baby or something cute like bunny. He’s snapped out of his thought process by you waving your hand in front of his face.

“Earth to Bradley?” You quip.

He shakes his head a smiles, “Sorry what was that sweetheart?”

He notices how your brows furrowed once again before you start up, “I could book a study room in the library? Wednesday at 6?”

Bradley nods, “Sure, can I get your number?”

You’re taken aback slightly before Bradley clarifies, “So we can text about when to meet?”

“Oh. Right, yeah of course.”

Bradley reaches for his phone in his hoodie pocket and hands it to you, opening it up to his contacts. Before you can type in your number you can’t help but notice the sheer amount of girls in his contacts. All with specific names.

cass (toothy ❌)

natalie (.)(.)

samantha (screamer ✅)

It makes you’re stomach churn in mild horror, which your push down in favour of finally typing in your number. You hand his phone back to him and watch as he chuckles whilst writing your contact name. He doesn’t let you see it before shooting you off a short “hi” text to send his number to your phone.

Bradley stares at you for a moment before whistling, “right… so I’ll see you Wednesday?”

You smile awkwardly back at him, “yeah.”

He readjusts his cap and nods in a goodbye before turning to leave the building. You try to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach as you walk out the exit opposite.

It’s 6:45 on Wednesday when Bradley finally shows up. He’s wearing black joggers and a top that you presume is a few sizes too small with a cap placed backwards on his head.

He felt kind of shitty about being late, he was leaving to get to the library at 10 to 6 when Jake and his other frat brother Mickey called him over whilst they were playing COD, he thought he could squeeze in a game and not be too late. Evidently, he was wrong.

You’re reading a book which he doesn’t recognise when he finds you in the study room and begins to apologise.

“I’m sorry for being late sweetheart-”

“Yeah. Whatever Bradley, let’s just start.” You breathe out, not having the energy to listen to his excuses.

Bradley’s pissed at that. He came in here willing to apologise and you think you can make him feel bad? Not likely.

“There’s no need to get bitchy? I literally said I’m sorry.” Bradley snorts, pulling a chair out opposite you with a loud scrape.

You scoff, “seriously? I’ve been waiting for you for almost an hour!”

“Yeah and I said sorry!”

“That’s not the point-”

You catch yourself before you carry on, he wasn’t worth the waste of breath.

“Look it’s fine. Let’s just get started.”

Bradley pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek and leans back.

“Alright.”

The session is as productive as you can make it with your significantly shorter period of time. You find out that Bradley knows little to nothing about any of the texts that you’re studying and enjoys annoying you deeply. You’re not sure whether he hates silence or just loves the sound of his own voice. You figure it’s the latter.

“You’re glasses don’t fit you properly.” He points out after you push them up your nose for the third time in the past minute.

They’re slipping down your nose as you look down to read over some notes Bradley had made.

“Sure they do.”

Bradley shrugs and leans back again. You can feel his heavy gaze on you as you push your glasses back up again. He doesn’t say anything. Just smiles.

You’re cute, for sure. He kind of digs your chunky cardigan library assistant vibe. Maybe if you loosened up a little he’d like you even more. Bradley starts to wonder what you’d be like at one of his frat parties. He doesn’t think he’s seen you anywhere outside of class or the library. Maybe you’d go absolutely buck wild after a few of Reuben’s infamously too strong drinks. He figures you’re probably his friend Bob’s type, you’re both sort of nerdy and cute in a mousy way.

Bradley doesn’t realise he’s been zoned out looking at your face for the past two minutes until he sees a book being dropped down on the desk in front of him. It gives him slight PTSD from the encyclopaedia incident. He picks up the book and looks at you, confused.

“What’s this?”

You laugh with an almost unbelieving look on your face.

“Shakespeare? Romeo and Juliet? We’ve just started going over it in class?”

Bradley picks up the book of various Shakespeare plays and skims through it until he reaches Romeo and Juliet.

“Yeah, my bad, I think I recognise this.”

You cringe inwardly at the amount of work you’re probably going to have to put in to stop Bradley from failing.

“Great.”

Bradley smiles at what he thinks is praise from you and goes back to reading the first scene of the play. You’re blessed with a blissful silence for a moment whilst Bradley reads and you send off a few texts to you roommate Maya about how the tutoring session is going.

maya 😘😘

how is it???????

you

he’s an idiot

i’m pretty sure i saw him read dickens on the reading list and snort and then mumble “dick” under his breath

maya 😘😘

LMFAO

the cute ones are never smart

you

ew

maya 😘😘

shut up you’d hit

you

i find that offensive

Before you can send off another annoyed text to your friend, Bradley speaks up again.

“Do you like, read and shit?”

You stifle a giggle, “what?”

“Like books?”

“Are you seriously asking the girl who works at the library-”

Bradley chuckles, “Okay! I see my mistake, what’s you’re favourite book then?”

You hum whilst staring at him, it was an oddly thoughtful question.

“Probably Wuthering Heights. It’s by Emily Brontë.”

You’re not quite sure why you told him the last part. There was no doubt in your mind that Bradley Bradshaw did not know who the Brontë sisters were.

He cocks his head to the side, “what’s it about?”

You’re not sure whether Bradley genuinely wants to know about you and your interests or if he just doesn’t want to actually study, Bradley is equally confused because he’s asking his question in earnest.

“It’s about this guy called Heathcliff who gets adopted into this family and falls in love with his sister Catherine, he grows up to find out that she’s a married another man and basically becomes obsessed with avenging what could have been his.” You try to explain as simply as possible.

“HIS SISTER?” Bradley exclaims with a laugh.

“It’s not like that-”

“Babe, I didn’t realise you were into that freak shit.”

You can’t control your laugh at the absurdity of his words. Bradley really likes that sound, and the way that your eyes crinkle. It’s weird, he suddenly feels like he wants to be the only person to make you do that.

Once you’ve calmed down you look back up to see Bradley staring at you once again. You quirk an eyebrow up questioningly before looking at the clock behind him.

“Shit, we need to go. I only booked this place till 8.”

“What! I swear I only just got here!”

You snort, “Yeah well if you’d been on time…”

Bradley pouts at you, “Baby, please. I’m sorry.”

It’s half mocking, but the way he’s staring up at you with wide eyes makes your stomach flutter slightly. You shake your head as if to banish the thoughts and begin picking up your books.

“Just be on time next week, please.”

Bradley stands, moving round the table and pats you on the head.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

The gesture makes your frown slightly, but it served as a reminder for how you suppose Bradley truly feels about you. You’re not friends, and he doesn’t like you in any romantic capacity. You’re just the girl forced into tutoring him.

The next few tutoring sessions go somewhat the same. Bradley has a short attention span but tries his best, he’s nice enough to you that you can sometimes forget he’s slept with half the girls in your class.

You’re sat next to him in the study room doing some quick flash card recap questions. He’s fiddling with a thread at the end of your long sleeve shirt, it feels kind of intimate but you don’t want to look into it too hard. It’s been like this over the past few weeks, touches that last too long and his incessant usage of pet names. But, every time you begin to let yourself feel special you’ll catch a glimpse of a girls name flash across his phone screen and your predicament hits you right across the face with a loud crack; shattering the hope you’ve been building.

Bradley moves from playing with the thread on your top sleeve to your fingers, mumbling a correct answer to one of your questions. He keeps finding the need to be close to you, and not even always in a sexual way which shocks him the most. Don’t get him wrong, he’s definitely thought about it a few times in the shower, or in his bed or even when he was fucking Natalie last week and he suddenly thought about how cute you’d look with your glasses sliding down your nose whilst you’re sat on top of him. He had to look away from Natalie for the rest of the time she was there, he felt too guilty.

The morning after when Natalie had left surprisingly early, Jake (who had been noticing the lack of girls flowing in and out of his shared room on Bradley’s part) had an inkling as to why.

“You like her.” Jake declares as he plops himself down in the gaming chair in his room, spinning to face where Bradley is lying on his bed.

“What?”

“The library chick. The one who’s been tutoring you.” Jake expands.

“What do you mean?”

“You like her!”

Bradley huffs, annoyed at Jake’s insistence, “yeah, she’s cool.”

Jake rolls his eyes, “no, you like like her.”

“You’re 12, and no I don’t!” Bradley removes his hands from behind his head and moves to sit up straighter against his headboard.

Jake clicks his tongue, “okay so you wouldn’t mind if I fucked her?”

Bradley cocks his head to the side but doesn’t say anything.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, she’s kind of hot.”

Jake watched as a muscle in Bradley’s jaw ticks. He knows he’s struck gold.

“Maybe we’ll do some roleplay, she can be my sexy teacher and I’ll bend her over the desk.” Jake wraps his knuckles against the desk behind him and chuckles, “sturdy.”

Jake knows he’s almost got Bradley as he watches him clench and unclench his fist.

“I mean that ass, it’s insane really I’ll tell you how it feels afterwards if you-”

“Shut the fuck up! Fuck! Fine okay I fucking like her, what do you want me to say?!”

Bradley’s outburst doesn’t surprise Jake in the slightest. In fact, it puts a smile on his face.

“Nothing. I just wanted to know.”

Bradley rubs a hand down his face, he’s pretty sure he’s never felt like this before. It kind of scares him to be honest.

“You should invite her here on Friday.”

Friday. For the party. Bradley thinks about it for a second, “Bro, not if you’re going to try and fuck her.”

Jake chuckles, “she’s all yours, her roommate is the girl from my econ class so if anything this is selfish of me.”

Bradley smiles, “alright.”

After Bradley answers another question correct you smile at him brightly.

“Looks like somebody’s been hitting the books!” You poke, setting your flash cards down on the table.

Bradley warms at the praise and looks at you for a moment.

“Will you come to my party on Friday?”

You study his face for a moment, he looks almost nervous.

“I don’t know Brad, it’s not really my scene and I wouldn’t really know anyone,” you smile apologetically at him.

“You know me!” Bradley reasons, pulling your hand into his.

“And you’re gonna spend the whole night sitting with me? You’re funny.”

Bradley thinks about how he’d definitely do that if you asked him to.

“Bring your roommate! Maya is it? I’m pretty sure Jake is in love with her.”

Bradley’s words make you giggle and you consider for a moment, when you look back to Bradley he’s got an adorable pout on his lips,

“Please don’t make me beg, angel.”

Although the idea of Bradley on his knees begging is tempting, you’re not that cruel. You pretend to think for a moment more before answering.

“Fine. But only in the name of Jake and Maya.”

Bradley is pleased with your answer, “Thanks, angel.”

You smile, “whatever.”

You check your phone and find that you’ve spent the last 10 minutes of the session just chatting with Bradley.

“We need to go,” You remind him.

Bradley looks a little crestfallen but stands anyway. He helps you gather your books and puts them into your tote bag for you.

“Thanks.” You mumble as he hands the bag to you.

He scratches the back of his head for a moment before speaking, “Can I, like, walk you back?”

His gesture makes you smile, as well as his sort of nervous demeanour, “Little old me? Bradley Bradshaw wants to walk little old me home?” you tease.

The familiar smirk makes its way back onto Bradley’s face at your prodding. “Shut up, I’m being a gentleman or whatever.”

“Well then, who am I to decline?” You smile at him.

“Dork.” Bradley mutters under his breath as he opens the door for you.

Bradley takes your bag off of your shoulder and places it on his own, once he feels the weight settles down he looks at you shocked,

“You carry this shit around everywhere?”

The confused look in his eye makes you laugh, “yes?”

“This is so heavy? What are you even carrying?”

“Books? My laptop?”

Bradley laughs, “Shit, maybe I need to start coming to these sessions more prepared.”

Bradley pushes open the main door to the library and the cold night air hits you unexpectedly, making you shiver in your long sleeve tee. He looks down at your attire and rolls his eyes.

“Hold this for a sec.” Bradley drops your bag back into your hands and begins to pull his hoodie up over his head.

You go to protest but your mouth falls open awkwardly at the way his t-shirt rides up, exposing his toned lower abdomen and the sprinkling of hair that leads all the way down-

“Angel?”

“Yes! Sorry, what?” You stutter out with a chuckle.

Bradley gestures for you to hand him back the bag and hands out the hoodie with his other hand. You take it and pull it over your head, revelling in the smell of it. It’s partly his cologne and the rest something uniquely him.

“Ready to go?” Bradley asks, looking down at you.

“Sure,” You smile up at him.

Bradley feels his stomach flip, looking down at your frame drowned in his hoodie. Before he can even process what he’s doing Bradley has slipped his hand into yours. You don’t say anything in fear of him retracting it but the smile that sits on your face is blinding.

You walk in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, Bradley squeezing your hand every now and then in reassurance. You turn a corner and watch as you apartment complex comes into view. Squeezing his hand you look up at him and speak,

“This is me.”

Bradley pouts a little, “You don’t want me to walk you all the way in?”

You giggle and shake your head, “No don’t worry.”

You reach for the hem of the hoodie and begin to pull it up when Bradley stops you.

“Keep it. Please. It looks better on you.” He almost whispers.

You flush at his words and look at him with furrowed brows, trying to study his expression. Whether he’s being truthful or not. He hands your bag back over to you and nods.

“If you’re sure.” You smile, “I’ll see you Friday?”

Bradley winks, “You better.”

“Night Bradley.”

“Goodnight, angel.” Bradley hums.

He watches your retreating frame until you’re inside of your building before spinning on his heel to walk in the opposite direction back to his house.

Bradley pulls his phone out of his pocket, checking through his messages as he walks. He finds himself deleting almost all of the irrelevant numbers from girls that had been littering his contacts without much thought. Once he’s done he goes to pocket his phone again before it vibrates in his hand.

angel ❤️‍🩹

thank u <3

Maya has been ready to go for the past half an hour as she sits on your bed and watches as you pick up various dresses and items of clothing before discarding them on the floor.

You’ll admit you probably look ridiculous stood in your underwear with a full face of makeup on and your hair pulled up into a styled ponytail but it was not your priority at this second.

“I have nothing to wear! I’m not going Maya, just go without me!”

Maya sighs and walks towards you’re closet, rifling through the particularly skimpy dresses you had purposely avoided. She pulls out a short blue halter neck dress and shoves it into your hands.

“Go put this on.”

You roll your eyes at her tone, “okay, mom.”

“And don’t ruin the makeup I did!”

You wander into the little bathroom and begin to pull the dress over your head when Maya opens the door with a tiny scrap of fabric in her hands.

“You are not wearing those granny panties,” She looks pointedly down at the cotton panties with flowers that you have on.

You pout, “They’re comfy.”

Maya struts over and places the lacy garment in your hand, “Bradley can thank me later.”

“Shut up!” You exclaim, trying to hide your smile.

“I’ll be in here if you need me,” She giggles,

“Wait! Maya you didn’t give me a bra!” You whine.

She rolls her eyes, “I know.” Before closing the door behind her.

You strip out of your comfy underwear and look down at the baby blue lace and sigh, at least you’d shaved. Pulling the dress over your head whilst trying to maintain Maya’s artistry was hard but not impossible you found, and when you pulled the dress the rest of the way down you realised you didn’t need a bra anyway. You spin a little, looking at yourself in the mirror. You looked good.

There’s a new found confidence in your walk as you make your way back to your bedroom where Maya is sat fiddling with the buckle on a pair of wedges in her lap. When she looks up she hollers at you,

“Damnn! Twirl for me gorgeous!”

You laugh at her antics but indulge her anyway gasping in faux shock when she slaps your butt playfully. She hands over the wedges and your eyes widen slightly at the height.

Maya laughs at your expression, “baby don’t worry I’m sure they’ll be in the air more than they’ll be on the ground anyway.”

“You’re relentless!” You swat at her before bending down to do up the shoes.

You gather your phone and some lipgloss before linking your arms in Maya’s.

“Let’s go?”

“Let’s go.” She confirms.

You check your phone once your a block away from Bradley’s frat house. There’s a few messages from him that you’ve yet to respond to.

brad 🙃

when are u getting here??

i miss u angel

you

almost there :)

You snort at how needy Bradley sounded, there was probably enough girls there to keep him entertained.

It’s not hard to miss Bradley’s house, there are people littered around the front yard drinking and the music could be heard from at least a block away. As you walk up the steps on the front porch you wobble slightly on your wedges and Maya steadies you, she sees the anxious look in your eyes and smiles,

“You look so hot right now babe,”

You roll your eyes but let the nerves sink down as she grips onto your hand tighter.

The house is pretty packed with girls in tiny outfits and an unnerving amount of shirtless dudes. Maya leads you through the crowds to where there’s a group of dudes playing beer pong. As you get closer you recognise Jake and Bradley and a few other guys from their frat.

Jake spots you both first, nudging Bradley. You’re not sure why you’re so nervous when Bradley makes eye contact with you and starts making his way over, much to the disappointment of the frat bro he was playing with. You look to your side to find that Maya has already made her way over to Jake and when you look back Bradley is right in front of you.

He’s still tall enough that you have to look up to make eye contact with him, and his cologne clouds your thoughts. He takes your hand and drags you over to a quieter corner of the room. Bradley’s eyes rake over your form hungrily, you drop your hands in front of your stomach almost on autopilot.

“You look incredible, angel.” Bradley speaks earnestly.

He takes both your hands in his and holds them up so he can stare at you again.

You can feel the heat emanating from your cheeks as you look up at him, “You think?” You ask somewhat coyly.

Bradley nods, tongue poking out of his mouth in concentration, making you giggle. He takes one of your hands and spins you around just slightly and whistles lowly,

“Can I take a picture?”

You roll your eyes and spin back around to face him, pushing lightly at his chest, “Shut up.”

He raises both hands in mock defence and shrugs, “worth a shot.”

You move to stand to the side of him, back against the wall and take a moment to look at him. He looks handsome, as always, but you can tell he’s put extra effort in. He’s wearing a thin shirt with two of the middle buttons done up and dark jeans. You’re sure he could have forgone the shirt with how much of his skin is exposed but you can’t complain seeing how tightly it fits around his biceps. His hair is tousled but in a way that looks purposeful and he smells incredible.

Without realising, you’ve inched closer to Bradley and his cologne hits your nose in a pleasant surprise. When you meet his eyes you find that he’s already looking at you.

“You smell good,” you murmur.

Bradley leans down so that you can hear him clearly, “thank you, angel.”

His lips brush against the shell of your ear so delicately that you could almost pretend that you imagined it, but the way a shiver runs down your spine tells you otherwise. Before you get a chance to compose yourself Bradley is imposing on your personal space again and speaking into you ear,

“Do you want me to get you a drink?” He nods towards the kitchen on the far side of the house.

You consider for a moment, then nod.

“Please.”

Maybe it would help calm your nerves.

“I’ll be back in a sec.”

Bradley departs from his space next to you with a wink, his lack of presence already making you frown. Instead of moping, you survey the surrounding area for Maya, hoping to check in with her.

You finally catch sight of her when her hot pink dress catches your eye as she ascends the main staircase with a tall blonde who you can only recognise as Jake. You giggle, swiping open your phone to send her a text.

you

use protection 😘

You can only hope she reads your message.

After a few more moments of scrolling through your phone you look up to realise Bradley still hasn’t made his way back to you. First you consider the fact that this is a party that he is hosting, he could have been sidetracked by any one of his numerous frat brothers or friends.

So, you decide to make your way to the kitchen, just so you could retrieve your drink of course.

What you’re not prepared to see is short brunette girl kissing Bradley, because of course that’s what held him up from getting your drink. It serves as a reminder of the fact that he is not your boyfriend and had no intention of being so, you figure he probably got tired of waiting for you to put out so he moved onto the next girl. You see that someone had lined up a few tequila shots on the counter nearest to you and knock back the few closest, wincing as the liquid warms the back of your throat all the way down to your stomach.

You close your eyes and breathe out, stomach churning from the shots and sight you’ve just seen, you spin on your heel to walk away from the counter but stumble whilst turning around too quickly. You probably would have hit the floor if it wasn’t for a strong grasp, steadying you by the waist.

“Shit, you okay darlin’?” The person who saved you from near embarrassment drawls out.

You steady yourself with hands on his surprisingly hard chest and look up into his blue eyes. He’s handsome, even with his wired frame glasses slipping down his sloped nose. He’s not less attractive than Bradley, just in a more refined way.

“God, I’m sorry, I’m not used to wearing shoes this high yet.” You mumble sheepishly, frustrated that you’ve managed to embarrass yourself in front of another freakishly attractive man.

“I’m Robert or Bob or whatever you want to call me,” Robert smiles down at you, speaking somewhat loudly to combat the thumping bass of whatever song was currently playing.

You give him your name and he smiles brighter if possible, almost as if he’s shocked you’re still talking to him.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He charms, watching you giggle.

His words almost make you forget what you had seen in the kitchen, the memory making you frown ever so slightly. Robert mistakes this for annoyance at his words and quickly adds on,

“Sorry, that was stupid and-”

You’re quick to silence his anxieties, “No, I liked it.” You speak in earnest, propelled by liquid courage.

Robert scratches the back of his neck and cocks his head to the side, “Do you want to dance?”

His question makes you smile, because yeah you do want to dance and fuck Bradley Bradshaw.

“Totally.” You beam up at him.

Robert pulls you toward the living room where people are crammed together dancing, sweaty bodies moving on top of each other in some cases almost obscenely.

The music seems to be vibrating off of the walls and the familiar voices of Rihanna and Bryson Tiller fill your ears. Robert seems somewhat apprehensive but the tequila buzzing through you makes you confident as you turn you back to him, grinding your ass back subtly as to test the waters. Robert’s hands move to grip at your waist, aiding you in grinding back onto him. You move one of your arms to rest around his neck and you giggle as you hear him groan quietly into your hair.

Bradley returns to where he’d left you flustered and annoyed carrying two red cups. Natalie had cornered him in the kitchen and tried to kiss him. He was furious, he’d sent her a text a few days ago apologising and letting her know he wasn’t interested in seeing her again. Clearly, that didn’t matter to her. After she had forced herself on him, he shoved her off somewhat awkwardly and told her firmly that he wasn’t interested. Bradley realised she was clearly already plastered and retrieved one of her friends from nearby to look after her.

He felt bad for leaving you on your own for so long but he hoped that if he could explain you wouldn’t be too annoyed.

However, when he gets back he finds that you’re not there. Initially, he worries that you’d left to go home. But after scanning the large living room packed with people, he spots you, grinding back onto his friend Bob.

Bradley’s stomach drops watching how you giggle at something Bob has whispered into your ear, how his hands and wrapped around your waist and how your ass is grinding back onto his crotch.

Without realising, Bradley has began to storm through the clumps of intoxicated people, dropping the drinks on a side table nearby. Fuelled by anger and jealously he pulls at one of Bob’s arms wrapped around your waist.

Bob stumbles back and turns with brows furrowed,

“Bradley? Are you okay-”

Before he can finish his question, Bradley’s fist hits the side of Bob’s nose with a sickening crunch, pushing him to the ground before raising his fist to hit him again.

The people who were previously dancing have made a circle around the commotion, drawing the attention of Bradley’s frat brothers Reuben and Mickey who push to the middle of the circle and grab Bradley before he can cause anymore damage.

“What the fuck man!” Reuben scolds in his ear, pulling him from his anger induced trance.

Bradley stops struggling against Reuben and Mickey’s grip, and instead looks down to see you tearfully wiping at the blood spilling from Bob’s nose in copious amounts.

Your watery eyes are looking up at him with so much anger that he feels bile rising in his throat. He runs a bruised hand through his sweaty hair and sighs. He can hear Mickey trying to get everyone to disperse, clearly not wanting his friend’s dirty laundry being aired out in front of everyone they know. Bradley can’t focus on any of the words being spoken to him, just the utter look of disappointment on your face.

A few hours later almost everyone has left the house. You’re sat on a bench in the backyard knees tucked under you and wedges removed and on the floor. Maya and Jake are sat next to you, they had returned to find an almost empty house save for you and Jake’s frat brothers.

Bradley had stormed out following Reuben and Mickey’s intervention, he couldn’t handle looking at your sad face and being the one who caused it.

“I just don’t know what the fuck he wants from me!” You exclaim to Maya.

Her and Jake had been filled in by you and Jake had the decency to look sheepish. It was his idea to invite you tonight, he knew how Bradley felt about you but it wasn’t necessarily his place to say.

You didn’t know how to feel, you were still upset from seeing him kiss that girl, confused as to why he punched Robert if he clearly wasn’t interested in you. Maybe it was some strange frat bro mentality, he didn’t want you but he also didn’t want anyone else to have you? It was all too confusing for 2am.

Maya’s hand is comforting on your back, rubbing circles and trying to alleviate the stress radiating off of you. Guilt is eating at Jake’s stomach and he’s about to spill everything he knows when he hears the glass patio doors opening from behind him.

He turns back and makes eye contact with Bradley, trying to non verbally say “not the time.” But you’ve noticed his presence before Jake can save him.

“Fuck off, Bradley.”

Bradley winces, he deserves your anger.

“Angel, please. Hear me out?” Bradley pleads.

He looks awkward, scratching at the back of his neck, nervous for your answer.

You look to Maya and she shrugs. She thinks you should hear him out, of course she does.

You sigh, “Fine.”

Jake and Maya exchange words silently and move to leave. Jake pats Bradley on the shoulder, he knows how shitty Bradley feels about how tonight went down and he also knows that he’s just been at Bob’s apartment apologising profusely.

Bradley sits down on the bench next to you, he wants nothing more than to pull you into his lap and tuck his chin on top of your head, but he knows that probably wouldn’t go down too well right now.

“I’m so fucking sorry angel.” Bradley breathes out.

You raise your eyebrows, “I don’t get you Bradley!” you huff out, “You walk me home and call me ‘angel’ and you have no concept of personal space but then I see you kissing some girl in the kitchen whilst you’re supposedly getting me a drink and then as soon as I-”

“I wasn’t kissing anyone!” Bradley cuts in, confused.

“Bradley there was only one person in that house wearing a floral button up and he was kissing a girl in the kitchen when I went to check on you.”

Bradley racks his brain for a moment before he realises what you’re talking about.

“Oh shit. Natalie.” Bradley concludes, mostly to himself.

You roll your eyes, “Great to know you caught her name before you let her shove her tongue down your throat.”

Now you knew her name you recognised her, she was in your Eng Lit class. Natalie was gorgeous to make you feel even worse.

“Angel, I didn’t want to kiss her.” Bradley sighs, “she was wasted and pushed herself on me.”

You look at him sadly, wanting so badly to believe him, “really?”

Bradley shuffles closer towards you, placing his hand over yours resting on the faded wood of the bench.

“I wouldn’t lie, angel.” Bradley promises, squeezing your hand.

“Still doesn’t excuse you acting like a fucking neanderthal and punching Robert, he didn’t deserve that. He’s sweet.” You’re not willing to fully forgive him yet.

Bradley feels anxiety pool in his stomach, at the thought of what he’s going to have to say to you.

“I know and I told him how sorry I was. I just, you make me crazy you know?” Bradley laughs out, “the first time I met you, you dropped an encyclopaedia on my hand. Do you remember that?”

You giggle slightly at the memory, “You deserved it.”

“Yeah well the thing is sweetheart, I deserve a lot of shit. I know I kind of fucking suck, but one thing I really don’t deserve is you.” Bradley smiles nervously.

“You’re so smart, and I’m such an idiot because I thought I could try and pretend that I’m not in love with you.”

Your eyes widen at Bradley’s confession. He looks pale with anxiety, he doesn’t think he can remember a time where he’d ever been nervous when talking to a girl. But this was so much different. Because it’s you.

Bradley can’t help the word vomit that seems to be pouring out of his lips, “You’re so beautiful, but that’s not the reason I love you. I love how smart you are and how you’re funnier than me and all my friends combined. I love the way you make me feel when I’m with you. I know I’ve probably completely fucked this up tonight but I just wanted you to know how I feel.”

The vulnerability in Bradley’s words makes your heart clench, the way his eyes are staring at you so deeply, shining in the moonlight like he’d do anything for you. You can feel the tears pooling in your lash line.

“Oh Bradley.” You give him a watery smile, reaching your free hand up to cup at his jawline.

“I love you too, you dick.”

Bradley laughs, loud. Relief is sweet but not as sweet as how you look, staring at him with wide eyes and pouted lips.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers.

You nod and surge forward, hands coming to rest around his neck. Bradley pulls you into his lap and connects your lips. He thinks about the cherry chapstick you always carry in your bag and how he can taste it on you now, how soft your lips feel against his. His tongue pushes against your lips tentatively, you grant him access and sigh contentedly at the feeling of him.

One of Bradley’s hands is soft at the back of your head, guiding you against him gently whilst the other is tracing circles against your hips rhythmically. You trace your nails in patterns against the short hair and the back of his head and smile into the kiss as he moans at the feeling.

Bradley goes to deepen the kiss once again but is stopped abruptly by a noise coming from behind him.

“We should check on them, oh-”

You pull back from Bradley sheepishly with a wet saliva caused noise and make eye contact with Maya. Then Jake.

Jake is the first to laugh, “I told you they’d be fine.”

You wake up before Bradley at noon the next day. You’re lying in his bed draped in a large t-shirt of his.

The sun is streaming through his thin curtains and you’ve been swapping your gaze between a shirtless Bradley and something that caught your eye on his bedside table.

Bradley begins to stir with an aggressive yawn and stretch that almost wipes you out. You whack his arm out of your face and lean down kiss his forehead.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.” You giggle.

Bradley groans and smushes his face into your boobs,

“I’m tired.” he mumbles, muffled.

You thread a hand through his curls and speak tentatively,

“I have a question.”

Bradley sits up at that, moving so he can look at you properly.

“When did you get this?” You reach for the book on his bedside table, it’s a copy of Wuthering Heights with an old receipt sticking out at around the half way mark being used in place of a proper bookmark.

Bradley’s cheeks flush slightly, “Like, I don’t know. Maybe a few days after that first session in the library.”

Your cheeks hurt from trying to suppress your smile. You reach forward and kiss him sweetly, handing resting on his toned chest.

When you pull back he chuckles, “I wanted to impress you.”

“That is the sexiest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

Bradley cackles at your emission until he realises how deadly serious you’re being.

“Angel.. we need to change that.” He smiles, lifting at the hem of his shirt on your frame.

You hum and connect your lips again, slipping your tongue into his mouth as he begins to pull at the t-shirt.

You separate for a moment to let him pull it off you fully. On reaction your hands reach up to cover yourself but Bradley catches them before you get the chance. He manoeuvres you so that he’s now the one on top and stares down at you hungrily.

“Jesus christ, angel.”

His hands reach for you breasts, squeezing them appreciatively. His thumbs flick over your pebbled nipples, smirking upon seeing how you preen into his touch, back arching up off of the bed.

Bradley moves to kiss down from your lips to you collarbones, paying specific attention to your pulse point, tongue lathing at where he sucked a mark too harshly. He can feel the blood rushing to his cock, straining against his boxers, at the sounds of your little whimpers and moans.

Bradley attaches his lips to one of your nipples, swirling his tongue in circles, revelling at how your breath hitches.

“Fuck, please Brad,” you whimper from underneath him.

He unlatches his lips and rests his head on your stomach.

“What do you need angel? Anything.” He promises.

Your teeth bite into your bottom lip as you consider, “your mouth?”

Bradley smiles at your request and shucks the covers off from his back, he moves down the bed slightly and sits back on his knees. His hands reach forward to grasp at your panties, pulling them down your legs. You lift your hips to aid him and giggle at how he holds them appreciatively once they’re off.

“These are cute.” He admits.

“Thanks, babe.” You giggle, make a mental note to tell Maya.

“But this. This is fucking incredible.”

Bradley lifts your legs over his shoulders, head dipping down to look at your pussy. He blows a cool breath onto your glistening folds and smirks at how your squirm at the feeling.

“Does me reading seriously make you this soaked?” Bradley chuckles.

You buck your hips up and whine, “yes! It’s cute you wanted to impress me.”

Bradley laughs and decides to put and end to your waiting, licking a stripe up your folds. The sound you make is music to his ears. He swirls his tongue around your clit, arms holding your thighs from closing around his head.

He licks at you languidly and moans against your pussy, “you taste amazing.”

Bradley’s words make you whimper, a shiver of arousal running down your spine.

“Keep going, baby please.”

Bradley’s tongue dips into your hole, fucking into you for a moment before coming back up to swirl at your clit. He’s moaning almost as much as you, the vibrations making your hips jerk up against his hold. You reach a hand down to grab at his hair making Bradley whimper. The noise shocks you slightly and makes you gush, pleasing Bradley to no end.

He sucks at your clit, spurred on by your hand grasping at his curls.

“Fuck, I’m close Brad please.” You whimper out.

Bradley flicks at your clit once more then pulls away, tongue poking out to lick at your juices that have accumulated around his chin.

You whine at the loss of contact and the pout on your lips almost makes Bradley cave, before he speaks up again.

“I want to feel you around me angel.”

You shiver at his words and nod, pulling him up by his chin to kiss him. You can taste yourself on his tongue and you can tell he knows it too by the way he smiles against your lips.

He pulls back only to reach for a condom from a drawer in his bedside table. He hands it to you to open whilst he pulls off his boxers. Although, you’re sort of hypnotised by how handsome he looks in the sunlight peaking in through his cheap curtains. His skin is tan and he has a few moles dotted around his chest, but most importantly there’s a sprinkling of dark hair that spans from between his pecs all the way down into his happy trail. When you catch sight of his cock your mouth waters slightly and Bradley laughs.

“It’s rude to stare, angel.”

“It’s rude that half the girls on this campus have seen the snake between your legs, Bradley.”

He snorts at you short streak of jealousy and moves to cup your cheeks with his hands.

“You’re the only one for me, angel.”

He sighs against your lips as he feels your small hands wrap around his dick. He looks down and groans loudly at the sight of you slowly stroking him before ripping open the condom he had given to you.

You let go of him so that he can roll the condom down his length, shuffling down so you can lie with your head resting against the pillows. Bradley sits on his knees between your thighs, staring down at you intensely.

“You’re so beautiful, angel.”

He leans down to connect your lips quickly and pulls back only slightly so he can watch your features as he guides his cock towards your entrance, dripping in arousal.

He pushes in slowly, smirking as you whimper quietly. You roll your eyes at his expression and whisper into his ear,

“Fuck me like you mean it, Bradshaw.”

Bradley laughs and hikes your legs up higher around his waist. He plunges into you without warning, revelling in how you squeak in surprise. His thrusts are deep and calculated, hitting at the right spot almost every time.

You moan out gutturally, “shit, right there Brad.”

The way his name rolls off your lips make Bradley grunt in pleasure, speeding up his thrusts if even possible. You feel incredible around him, squeezing at him just right. Bradley continues his ministrations but reaches a hand down to toy at your clit, smirking at how your moans increase in pitch. He makes circles around the bundle of nerves and feels his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the way your walls are pulsing against him.

You reach a hand down over Bradley’s to swirl at your clit, he groans loudly at the sight, head dropping down to stare at where he’s fucking in and out of you. He moans a little pathetically but can’t feel it within himself to be embarrassed when you tighten so deliciously around him.

“I’m really close, angel.” He groans, leaning down to breathe into your neck.

“Me too, baby.” You whine, kissing the top of his head, “please cum for me, Bradley.”

Your words were all Bradley needed to reach his peak. His hips stutter against yours as he spurts into the condom and the feeling combined with your fast swirls against your clit shoots white hot pleasure through you, pushing you over the precipice as well.

Bradley is a panting mess above you, his skin sticking to yours with sweat. He pulls out of you slowly and ties off the condom. When he flops down next to you, you kiss all over his face, squealing when he grabs your face and smushes your lips together. He pulls away from you and stares at you in your sweaty post sex glow and smiles.

You catch his eyes and hum, “you’re so pretty, Bradley.”

His lips quirk as he reaches to stroke his thumb over you cheek.

“I’ve not heard that one before.”

Bradley eventually ventures downstairs to retrieve you a glass of water and makes eye contact with Reuben as he goes to ascend the stairs again.

Reuben flips him the bird without looking, “you’re fucking loud bro.”

Bradley can’t find it in himself to care.

No one is more surprised on Monday morning than Professor Clarke when he sees you walk into his lecture hall with Bradley Bradshaw wrapped around your waist, your usual large tote bag now slung over his shoulder.

He watches in amusement for the hour as you note diligently and raise you hand as usual, however there was now the addition of Bradley. Pointing at your notes when he wanted something explaining or whispering something in your ear after you made a good point that makes you smile.

Professor Clarke finds it sweet, albeit slightly confusing considering the tension that surrounded the two of you when you’d been introduced.

Once your class has finished Bradley helps you pack your things up before putting your bag over his shoulder once again,

“You know I can carry my own bag?” You tease, poking at his bicep.

“Then how will everyone know you have a super strong and handsome boyfriend?” Bradley rolls his eyes playfully.

As you’re descending the stairs you spot someone walking towards you and Bradley from the corner of your eye.

“Natalie, hi.” Bradley speaks awkwardly, placing a comforting hand on your waist.

“Hi Bradley… I just wanted to apologise, I was fucking wasted on Friday and I didn’t realise you have a girlfriend and I should have read your texts properly and I’m really embarrassed to be honest,” she chuckles out awkwardly.

You smile at the girl, sensing her guiltiness. You look to Bradley who has a small smile on his face as well.

“It’s cool,” Bradley speaks truthfully.

She nods and sends you another apologetic smile before making her own exit from the classroom.

Once she’s out of earshot you turn to Bradley,“That was nice of her,”

Bradley nods and threads his hand in yours, leading you down the rest of the stairs. As you walk past Professor Clarke’s desk he calls out your name. He gestures down to where you’re holding hands with Bradley and jests,

“I’ll admit this was the last outcome I was expecting when I asked you to tutor Bradley here.”

You can feel Bradley’s smirk from next to you and roll your eyes, “He’s not so bad.”

a/n: HERE SHE IS LADIES AND GENTS!!!!! fratboy!brad and his angel 😭😭😭

my apologies for how sucky he gets BUT HE MAKES UP FOR IT PROMISE

also apologies for making him deck bob LMFAO

as always i love to hear feedback so pls comment, reblog or send me an ask and tell me what you think!

thank u for reading!!!

- honey <333

MY HEART CANNOT TAKE THIS MUCH

A Touch Like Honey

summary - Bradley breathes deeply, eyes slowly traveling from limb to limb. “God, honey.”

One of his hands moves to interlock with yours. The feeling of his thick, calloused fingers grounds you. And you don’t realize how much you need that until his next words wash over you.

“Your body’s so beautiful.”

or

Bradley finally sees you naked.

warnings - this is somewhat of a continuation of this blurb, age gap (Bradley is 38, reader is 25), body insecurities, reader has a bad relationship with nudity, lots of talk of nudity, light smut

this blog is 18+, minors please do not interact

word count - 3.1k

I call this “healing for the girlies who went to the sticky sock hospital one too many times and it ruined their perception of nudity 😃👍” anyway if you couldn’t tell she’s a little personal so idk how relatable she’ll be, but I hope you enjoy anyway - bugs

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KISS YOU ALL OVER BY EXILE IS BRADLEY BRADSHAW CODED YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND‼️‼️

Masterlist

Hangman

Series:

Church Encounters (collaborative fic with @Igg5989)

Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4 ; Chapter 5 ; Chapter 6 part 1 ; Chapter 6 part 2 : Chapter 7 ; Chapter 8 part 1 ; Chapter 8 part 2 ; Chapter 8 part 3 ; Chapter 9 ; Chapter 10 ; Chapter 11 ; Chapter 12 ; Chapter 13 ; Chapter 14 ; Chapter 15 ; Chapter 16 part 1 ; Chapter 16 part 2 ; Chapter 17 ; Chapter 18 ; Chapter 19 ; Chapter 20 ; Blurb request ; Chapter 21 ; Chapter 22 ; Chapter 23 ;

Side chapter 1 (nsfw)

Side chapter 1.2 (nsfw)

Side chapter 1.3 (nsfw)

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Set it up

Part 1 ; Part 2

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Malibu

Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4 ; Part 5 ; Part 6

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Easy Peasy

Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4 ; Part 5 ; Part 6 ; Part 7 ; Part 8 ; Part 9 ; Part 10 ; Part 11 ; Part 12

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Friendly jealousy

Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3

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Lost and Found

Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4 ; Part 5 ; Part 6

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Oneshots:

Protector

Saviour

I miss you

A Thing

New Years Kiss

Blowjob fic request

Fine

Revelation

Love, Actually

Sick

7 Deadly Sins: Wrath

Diner Girl

Unexpected Surprise

I do

Glass elevator

Hangman x Kazinsky Reader

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Rooster

Series:

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Oneshots:

The way you look tonight

Hate fuck

Dick appointment

In your arms

7 Deadly Sins

Travellin' Soldier

Impact

Rooster x Phoenix x daughter!reader

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Phoenix

Series:

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Oneshot:

Surfin' USA

Watermelon lip balm

Surprise

7 Deadly Sins: Envy

Period

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Bob

Series:

Bad day

Part 1 ; Part 2

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Oneshots:

Brother of the year

7 Deadly Sins

Secret

The Game

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Maverick

7 Deadly Sins

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Coyote

Smut

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Iceman

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Luke Tillerson (Outer Range)

Bad date

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Avery’s TopGun:Maverick Recommendation

hello! this is a list of my favourite TopGun: Maverick fics. it is mostly hangman and rooster (with a bit of love for my favourite wso). i absolutely adored every single fic/series on this list and hope some of you do too! also i didn’t include the warning for the fics, mostly because i forgot and didn’t feel like going back, but in general they are 16+, but please follow what the writers have put as the age limit. 

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➱ 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✄ 𝐚𝐨𝟑!

✿ 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲!

☏ 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐛. 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞!

❝ ❞ 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭!

☹ 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤!

➱ 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

☞ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 ✧ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 ✄ 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 ☿ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲

↣ 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 "𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫" 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰

𝐟𝐢𝐜

☾ ☽ 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 ✧ ✄ ☞ ☿

☾ ☽ 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

☾ ☽ 𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 -- 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏-𝟏𝟖-𝟐𝟑

☾ ☽ this story is explicit! 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭. 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝟏𝟖+. off the top of my head there's definitely smut, mentions of death, suicide if you squint, grief, violence, graphic descriptions. if you have questions about specific warnings, feel free to message me and I will be happy to give a breakdown of each chapter warning.

☾ ☽ 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

☾ ☽ 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 It’s been almost three years since the accident that took half of her, and Faye “Clover” Ledger seems fine, really. She loves her old house, she has a perpetually expanding vinyl collection, she’s got a job she likes on base, and she maintains a rigid routine. She’s grounded--literally. Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw feels like he’s been homesick his entire life. He’s always on the move;  jumping from one squadron to another, living one mission to the next. Somewhere in between losing both his parents and carving a successful career as a Naval aviator, he’s never found himself a home. When a call to serve on a high-priority mission with an elite squadron brings Rooster back to Miramar, he finds that home. Except it’s not a house that he finds--it’s the former backseater that observes and records the mission for the Official Navy Record. 

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

☼ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐮𝐭 ✄ ✧

☼ 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

☼ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤. 𝐍𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟.

☼ 𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 ☿

☼ 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

☼ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞.

☼ 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 ✧ ✄

☼ 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

☼ 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

☼ 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✄

☼ 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

☼ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭--𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

↣ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 "𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐧" 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧

𝐟𝐢𝐜

✯ 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ✄ ☞ ☿ ✧

✯ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲)

✯ 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✯ 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✯ 𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟐-𝟒-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

✯ this story is explicit! 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈! smut, language, sexual themes, violence, graphic depictions, drugs, death, etc. please think before you interact!

✯ 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬: #1 #2 #3

✯ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬: #1 #2 #3

✯ 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✯ 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Before becoming a hotshot Naval aviator, Jake Seresin was born and bred in the small town of Silverkeep, TX. It’s only a short drive from Austin but feels like a different world entirely--all the houses are falling apart, people keep their rusty trucks unlocked on their front lawn, central air conditioning is rarer than a rainstorm, and everyone wears their best boots to church. His every waking minute is spent with his endearing group of friends--and most importantly: you. Riding your bikes to Silver Spring on Friday afternoons, drinking cheap beer around a bonfire after school, and making mixed tapes is what you all live for as your senior year drifts to a close.

He comes of age and falls in love with you, his best friend that he affectionately refers to as Filly. You’re the bull-headed, ardent, zealous girl he met in Sunday school before you were old enough to tie your own shoes. Somewhere between chain-smoking after baseball games underneath the bleachers and lying in the bed of someone’s daddy’s truck at the rundown drive-in, the two of you have been entirely dedicated to each other. You both think you’re in love. But your situation is a delicate balance of downright, darling devotion and paralyzing fear of rejection. This is to say: neither of you have the gall to do a damn thing about it. Your existence in the little world of Silverkeep is fragile--suddenly and easily disrupted when maturescence rears its ugly head. Sometimes very far apart and sometimes very close together, yours and Jake’s story spans across fifteen years. From Greensboro to Flaming Gorge, your paths are woven intricately by fated grocery store encounters and sprawling horse ranches. 

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

✰ 𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 ✄

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲-𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐔. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤. 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮--𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬.

✰ 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 ☞ ☿

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲.

✰ 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐲 ✄

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐔𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

✰ 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲 ☞ ✧ ☿

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝟖𝟎𝐬 𝐀𝐔. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐧.

✰ 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤-𝐮𝐩 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤 ☿ ✄

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠.

✰ 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ✧ ✄

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞. 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧.

✰ 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 ✧ ✄ ☞

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮--𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞--𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫.

✰ 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐆𝐮𝐲 ☿

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭.

✰ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ☿ ☞

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐲𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐲.

✰ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐞 ☿ ☞ ✄

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚)

✰ 𝐒𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧-𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧-𝐁.

✰ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 ☞ ✄

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚)

✰ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧-𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰.

✰ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐈𝐭 ☿ ☞ ✄ ✧

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚)

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫. 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝.

✰ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 ☿ ☞ ✄ ✧

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚)

✰ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬. 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

↣ 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 "𝐁𝐨𝐛" 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

❥ 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞 ☞ ☿

❥ 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

❥ 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐔. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱. 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭.

❥ 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 ✄

❥ 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

❥ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬.

❥ 𝐏𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 ✧ ✄

❥ 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

❥ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫.

❥ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐩 ✄

❥ 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

❥ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐬--𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐭-𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

❥ 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐬 ✄ ✧

❥ 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

❥ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫--𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭.

➱ 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✄ 𝐚𝐨𝟑!

𓆟 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

✿ 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲!

☏ 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐛. 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞!

❝ ❞ 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭!

☹ 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤!

➱ 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

☞ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 ✧ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 ✄ 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 ☿ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲

↣ 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 "𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫" 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰

𝐟𝐢𝐜

☾ ☽ 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 ✧ ✄ ☞ ☿

☾ ☽ 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

☾ ☽ 𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 -- 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏-𝟏𝟖-𝟐𝟑

☾ ☽ this story is explicit! 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭. 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝟏𝟖+. off the top of my head there's definitely smut, mentions of death, suicide if you squint, grief, violence, graphic descriptions. if you have questions about specific warnings, feel free to message me and I will be happy to give a breakdown of each chapter warning.

☾ ☽ 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

☾ ☽ 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 It’s been almost three years since the accident that took half of her, and Faye “Clover” Ledger seems fine, really. She loves her old house, she has a perpetually expanding vinyl collection, she’s got a job she likes on base, and she maintains a rigid routine. She’s grounded--literally. Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw feels like he’s been homesick his entire life. He’s always on the move;  jumping from one squadron to another, living one mission to the next. Somewhere in between losing both his parents and carving a successful career as a Naval aviator, he’s never found himself a home. When a call to serve on a high-priority mission with an elite squadron brings Rooster back to Miramar, he finds that home. Except it’s not a house that he finds--it’s the former backseater that observes and records the mission for the Official Navy Record. 

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

☼ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐮𝐭 ✄ ✧

☼ 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

☼ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤. 𝐍𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟.

☼ 𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 ☿

☼ 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

☼ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞.

☼ 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 ✧ ✄

☼ 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

☼ 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

☼ 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✄

☼ 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

☼ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭--𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

↣ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 "𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐧" 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧

𝐟𝐢𝐜

✯ 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ✄ ☞ ☿ ✧

✯ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲)

✯ 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✯ 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✯ 𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟐-𝟒-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

✯ this story is explicit! 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈! smut, language, sexual themes, violence, graphic depictions, drugs, death, etc. please think before you interact!

✯ 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬: #1 #2 #3

✯ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬: #1 #2 #3

✯ 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✯ 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Before becoming a hotshot Naval aviator, Jake Seresin was born and bred in the small town of Silverkeep, TX. It’s only a short drive from Austin but feels like a different world entirely--all the houses are falling apart, people keep their rusty trucks unlocked on their front lawn, central air conditioning is rarer than a rainstorm, and everyone wears their best boots to church. His every waking minute is spent with his endearing group of friends--and most importantly: you. Riding your bikes to Silver Spring on Friday afternoons, drinking cheap beer around a bonfire after school, and making mixed tapes is what you all live for as your senior year drifts to a close.

He comes of age and falls in love with you, his best friend that he affectionately refers to as Filly. You’re the bull-headed, ardent, zealous girl he met in Sunday school before you were old enough to tie your own shoes. Somewhere between chain-smoking after baseball games underneath the bleachers and lying in the bed of someone’s daddy’s truck at the rundown drive-in, the two of you have been entirely dedicated to each other. You both think you’re in love. But your situation is a delicate balance of downright, darling devotion and paralyzing fear of rejection. This is to say: neither of you have the gall to do a damn thing about it. Your existence in the little world of Silverkeep is fragile--suddenly and easily disrupted when maturescence rears its ugly head. Sometimes very far apart and sometimes very close together, yours and Jake’s story spans across fifteen years. From Port Gin to Rior River, your paths are woven intricately by fated grocery store encounters and sprawling horse ranches.

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢-𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: You're a Kazansky--Tom "Iceman" Kazinsky's youngest daughter--and you've taken after your father and become a Naval aviator. You finished at the top of your class at Top Gun and have worked diligently and fruitlessly to get to where you are now: North Island. You don the call-sign Wisteria not only because the beauty of the flower but because of its lethal qualities.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin is the bane of your existence and he returns those feelings towards you ten-fold. Jake thinks that you've gotten everything handed to you and has no trouble telling everyone that. When things finally boil over one day (in a shower cubicle on base of all places), you find unlikely companionship in Jake. Who knew lemon-lime Gatorade and Plan B would be the start to your love story?

Or enemies to fuck buddies to friends to lovers. Whichever you prefer!

✦ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ☿ ☞

✦ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✦ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐲𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐲.

✦ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐞 ☿ ☞ ✄

✦ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚)

✦ 𝐒𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧-𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧-𝐁.

✦ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 ☞ ✄

✦ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚)

✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧-𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰.

✦ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐈𝐭 ☿ ☞ ✄ ✧

✦ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚)

✦ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝.

✦ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 ☞ ✄ ✧

✦ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚)

✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬. 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

✦ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐟𝐟 ✄ ✧

✦ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚)

✦ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 (𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲).

✦ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫! ☿ ✄ ✧

✦ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚)

✦ 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬𝐲. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐢 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

✰ 𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 ✄

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲-𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐔. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤. 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮--𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬.

✰ 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 ☞ ☿

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲.

✰ 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐲 ✄

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐔𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

✰ 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲 ☞ ✧ ☿

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝟖𝟎𝐬 𝐀𝐔. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐧.

✰ 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤-𝐮𝐩 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤 ☿ ✄

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠.

✰ 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ✧ ✄

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞. 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧.

✰ 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 ✧ ✄ ☞

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮--𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞--𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫.

✰ 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐆𝐮𝐲 ☿

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭.

✰ 𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫 ☞ ✧

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐩.

↣ 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 "𝐁𝐨𝐛" 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

❥ 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞 ☞ ☿

❥ 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

❥ 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐔. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱. 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭.

❥ 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 ✄

❥ 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

❥ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬.

❥ 𝐏𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 ✧ ✄

❥ 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

❥ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫.

❥ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐩 ✄

❥ 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

❥ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐬--𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐭-𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

❥ 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐬 ✄ ✧

❥ 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

❥ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫--𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭.

➱ 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✄ 𝐚𝐨𝟑!

♧ 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!

𓆟 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

✿ 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲!

☏ 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐛. 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞!

❝ ❞ 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭!

☹ 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤!

➱ 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

☞ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 ✧ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 ✄ 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 ☿ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲

↣ 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 "𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫" 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰

𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬

☾ ☽ 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 ✧ ✄ ☞ ☿

☾ ☽ 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

☾ ☽ 𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 -- 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟐-𝟏𝟒-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

☾ ☽ this story is explicit! 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭. 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝟏𝟖+. off the top of my head there's definitely smut, mentions of death, suicide if you squint, grief, violence, graphic descriptions. if you have questions about specific warnings, feel free to message me and I will be happy to give a breakdown of each chapter warning.

☾ ☽ 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

☾ ☽ 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 It’s been almost three years since the accident that took half of her, and Faye “Clover” Ledger seems fine, really. She loves her old house, she has a perpetually expanding vinyl collection, she’s got a job she likes on base, and she maintains a rigid routine. She’s grounded--literally. Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw feels like he’s been homesick his entire life. He’s always on the move;  jumping from one squadron to another, living one mission to the next. Somewhere in between losing both his parents and carving a successful career as a Naval aviator, he’s never found himself a home. When a call to serve on a high-priority mission with an elite squadron brings Rooster back to Miramar, he finds that home. Except it’s not a house that he finds--it’s the former backseater that observes and records the mission for the Official Navy Record.  

☿ 𝐕𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐳-𝐕𝐨𝐮𝐬 ✧ ✄ ☞ ☿

☿ 𝐕𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐳-𝐕𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

☿ 𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝: 2-16-2023

☿ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭! 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐞𝐭𝐜. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭!

☿ 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐕𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐳-𝐕𝐨𝐮𝐬

☿ 𝐕𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐳-𝐕𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑

☿ 𝐕𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐳-𝐕𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲

☿ 𝐕𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐳-𝐕𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Los Angeles, 1979. 

You’re always trying to feel things you just can’t.

Donning the name Cherry Arsan, you’re the newest and hottest thing to hit the booming porn scene in California. Wide-eyed and open-minded, you’re a free spirit that finally found the means to get off her family’s chicken farm in Nebraska. 

Rooster Bradshaw is the biggest name in porn, a veteran in the industry and well-respected by actors and producers alike. As fate would have it, he stars opposite you in your very first pornographic film. The spark between the two of you runs red-hot on camera and translates off-screen with a mutual infatuation with each other. You shoot into stardom in a burst of technicolor, baring all on screen and off. 

With Rooster looming beside you, you are inducted into the audacious world of Los Angeles in the seventies. For a while, it’s a beautiful one: free love, fluid sexuality, pink Cadillacs, nights at the disco, days at the record bar, expensive dresses, roller-skating down the boardwalk, swimming in Rooster’s cherry-colored pool, getting paid to have sex.

When it gets ugly, muddled with a predatory industry and an abundance of drugs that are readily and easily accessible to you, it gets ugly fast. 

So fast that you don’t feel it happening until you're already in the midst of a purple haze. 

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

☼ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐮𝐭 ✄ ✧

☼ 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

☼ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤. 𝐍𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟.

☼ 𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 ☿

☼ 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

☼ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞.

☼ 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 ✧ ✄

☼ 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

☼ 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

☼ 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✄

☼ 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

☼ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭--𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

↣ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 "𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐧" 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧

𝐟𝐢𝐜

✯ 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ✄ ☞ ☿ ✧

✯ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲)

✯ 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✯ 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✯ 𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟐-𝟏𝟓-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

✯ this story is explicit! 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈! smut, language, sexual themes, violence, graphic depictions, drugs, death, etc. please think before you interact!

✯ 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬: #1 #2 #3

✯ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬: #1 #2 #3

✯ 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✯ 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Before becoming a hotshot Naval aviator, Jake Seresin was born and bred in the small town of Silverkeep, TX. It’s only a short drive from Austin but feels like a different world entirely--all the houses are falling apart, people keep their rusty trucks unlocked on their front lawn, central air conditioning is rarer than a rainstorm, and everyone wears their best boots to church. His every waking minute is spent with his endearing group of friends--and most importantly: you. Riding your bikes to Silver Spring on Friday afternoons, drinking cheap beer around a bonfire after school, and making mixed tapes is what you all live for as your senior year drifts to a close.

He comes of age and falls in love with you, his best friend that he affectionately refers to as Filly. You’re the bull-headed, ardent, zealous girl he met in Sunday school before you were old enough to tie your own shoes. Somewhere between chain-smoking after baseball games underneath the bleachers and lying in the bed of someone’s daddy’s truck at the rundown drive-in, the two of you have been entirely dedicated to each other. You both think you’re in love. But your situation is a delicate balance of downright, darling devotion and paralyzing fear of rejection. This is to say: neither of you have the gall to do a damn thing about it. Your existence in the little world of Silverkeep is fragile--suddenly and easily disrupted when maturescence rears its ugly head. Sometimes very far apart and sometimes very close together, yours and Jake’s story spans across fifteen years. From Port Gin to Rior River, your paths are woven intricately by fated grocery store encounters and sprawling horse ranches.

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢-𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: You're a Kazansky--Tom "Iceman" Kazinsky's youngest daughter--and you've taken after your father and become a Naval aviator. You finished at the top of your class at Top Gun and have worked diligently and fruitlessly to get to where you are now: North Island. You don the call-sign Wisteria not only because the beauty of the flower but because of its lethal qualities.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin is the bane of your existence and he returns those feelings towards you ten-fold. Jake thinks that you've gotten everything handed to you and has no trouble telling everyone that. When things finally boil over one day (in a shower cubicle on base of all places), you find unlikely companionship in Jake. Who knew lemon-lime Gatorade and Plan B would be the start to your love story?

Or enemies to fuck buddies to friends to lovers. Whichever you prefer!

✦ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ☿ ☞

✦ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✦ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐲𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐲.

✦ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐞 ☿ ☞ ✄

✦ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚)

✦ 𝐒𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧-𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧-𝐁.

✦ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 ☞ ✄

✦ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚)

✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧-𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰.

✦ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐈𝐭 ☿ ☞ ✄ ✧

✦ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚)

✦ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝.

✦ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 ☞ ✄ ✧

✦ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚)

✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬. 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

✦ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐟𝐟 ✄ ✧

✦ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚)

✦ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 (𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲).

✦ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫! ☿ ✄ ✧

✦ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚)

✦ 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬𝐲. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐢 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

✦ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤: 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✄ ☞

✦ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚)

✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞.

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

✰ 𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 ✄

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲-𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐔. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤. 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮--𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬.

✰ 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 ☞ ☿

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲.

✰ 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐲 ✄

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐔𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

✰ 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲 ☞ ✧ ☿

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝟖𝟎𝐬 𝐀𝐔. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐧.

✰ 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤-𝐮𝐩 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤 ☿ ✄

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠.

✰ 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ✧ ✄

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞. 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧.

✰ 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 ✧ ✄ ☞

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮--𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞--𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫.

✰ 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐆𝐮𝐲 ☿

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭.

✰ 𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫 ☞ ✧

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐩.

✰ 𝟖 𝐎'𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 ✄ ☿

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

✰ 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.

↣ 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 "𝐁𝐨𝐛" 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

❥ 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞 ☞ ☿

❥ 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

❥ 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐔. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱. 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭.

❥ 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 ✄

❥ 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

❥ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬.

❥ 𝐏𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 ✧ ✄

❥ 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

❥ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫.

❥ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐩 ✄

❥ 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

❥ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐬--𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐭-𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

❥ 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐬 ✄ ✧

❥ 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮

❥ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫--𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐨𝐛 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭.

Masterlist

*indicates smut

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

The Secrets We Keep*

Home to Me*

Bradley’s Bronco*

Older Men

Spring Chicken*

First Christmas as a Bradshaw

Something Borrowed

Pass the Salt? 2

Two is Better Than One*

Cookie Baking

Mister Bradshaw & I*

A Real Knockout*

Dress*

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

This Love*

Mastermind*

Perfect Accidents*

Bambi

Not My Jake?

Killers*

Long Time No See

Two is Better Than One*

Lunch Talk 2.0

Red Robe*

Christmas Party

Watermelon Moonshine*

Not So Sweet

Mister Seresin & I*

Call It What You Want*

Blurbs

Sleepy/Needy w Jake*

Fever w Bradley

Boxer!Bradley

Unexpected period w/ Jake, Bradley

Little lamb w/ Jake

K's Master List

Hello there! Welcome to my side blog!

You can call me K. I'm new here, so here's just a few things to keep in mind while visiting this blog:

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Thank you for visiting and I hope you enjoy my works!

Works are separated by fandom and then character. The most recent posts will be at the top of each character. Major content warnings (i.e. pregnancy, death, etc.) are provided next to specific works. But please check each work for more in-depth warnings.

If you see a [*] symbol next to a work, it just means that work is a bit more suggestive.

If you see a [$] symbol next to a work, that means that it has hit 1k notes and is therefore one of my most popular works.

To clarify the 'Reader' in my works, if a work is listed as "OC | Reader," the 'Reader' is related to an established character (i.e. Maverick's daughter, etc.). The clarifying family name will be placed before the "OC | Reader" term. Otherwise, the 'Reader' is not given any physical description (minus listed gender/sex).

Ongoing Series:

Top Gun

Nick "Goose" Bradshaw

Caught in the Act [*] - Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)

CW: Implied Sexual Content

Summary: You and Goose were recently married and can't keep your hands off each other. And that's great until one evening when Maverick actually shows up on time.

A Little Gosling [*] Part 2 - Mitchell!Fem! OC | Reader

CW: Pregnancy, Suggestive Content (Part 1)

Summary: Some frantic goodbye sex with your secret boyfriend Goose yields a little surprise. Four months later, Goose comes back stateside to attend Top Gun. Now, all you need to worry about is telling him before your brother Maverick finds out.

That Lovin' Feelin' - Mitchell!Fem! OC | Reader

Summary: You may or may not have a big fat crush on your brother's best friend. And Goose may or may not have a big fat crush on you. Luckily for both of you, Maverick is completely oblivious.

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Handyman - Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)

Summary: When it comes time to give your newborn daughter a bath in the kitchen sink, it conveniently breaks. Fortunately or unfortunately, Maverick is a handyman.

Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

The Ironies of Life - Fem!OC (Naomi)

CW: (Unplanned) Pregnancy, Exes, Angst, Mentions of Vomit

Summary: A few weeks after breaking up with her long-term boyfriend because he wouldn't commit to marriage and kids, Naomi finds out that she's pregnant with his baby.

Three Generations [$] - Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)

Summary: Rooster is married. Maverick found out when the paperwork got filed with the Navy, but he doesn’t have a chance to ask Rooster about it until after the mission

First Word - Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)

Summary: You and Rooster make a bet about your daughter's first word.

Endings and Beginnings [$] Part 2 [$] - Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)

CW: Pregnancy, Labor and Delivery (Part 2)

Summary: It's Maverick's retirement party but Rooster's far more concerned about you, his pregnant wife, than anything else.

Wedding Day - Fem!Reader

CW: Mentions of Pregnancy

Summary: It's Bradley's wedding day and he can't wait to see his wife.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Left at the Altar [$] Part 2 [$] [*] Part 3 Epilogue [*] - Fem!Reader (Ex-Girlfriend!Reader)

CW: Suggestive/Implied Sexual Content (Part 2 and Epilogue), Angst, Exes, Pregnancy and Kids (Epilogue only)

Summary: When you get left at the altar, a familiar face swoops in to save the day.

Lunch Break [$] [*] - Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)

CW: Suggestive Situations/Content

Summary: Jake and his wife are going through a dry spell. Luckily, his secretary Linda is the best wingwoman in all of Miramar.

I'll Carry You [$] - Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)

Summary: Hangman and his wife attend a naval ball. When her shoes give her blisters, Hangman ensures that she gets back to the car comfortably.

Wedding Day [$] - Fem!Reader

Summary: Hangman falls in love with his wife all over again when he sees her in her wedding dress for the first time.

Javy "Coyote" Machado

A Walk Down Memory Lane - Bradshaw!Fem! OC | Reader

Summary: Rooster and Tweety Bradshaw look through their mom’s belongings as Tweety’s wedding to Coyote approaches.

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

Come Here - AFAB!Reader

Summary: You have your period. Fanboy takes care of you.

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Massage [*] - GN!Reader

CW: Suggestive Content/Situations

Summary: You know that your boyfriend Bob is stressed from work, so you offer to give him a massage to relax.

Daggers (All 7)

Mav's Reaction to Each of the Daggers Dating His Daughter - Mitchell!Fem! OC | Reader

Summary: Maverick finds out that his daughter is dating someone that he knows when she invites her new partner to dinner. And so he makes it his mission to greet them at the door first.

The Daggers and Their (Secret) Kids

CW: Pregnancy, see warnings for additional specific CWs by Dagger (include Reference Character Death, Strained Relationships, Divorce, etc.)

Summary: Headcanons about the families that the seven Daggers could have had going into TGM with, since there's nothing about their families mentioned in the movie.

☁️𝙏𝙤𝙥 𝙂𝙪𝙣 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ☁️

| ☁️ 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 | ❤️‍🔥 𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩 | 💥 𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙮 (𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩) | ⚡️ 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩 | ✨ 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 | 🫧 𝘾𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙋𝙞𝙘𝙠 |

✈️ 𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙮 “𝙍𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧“ 𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙬 ✈️

𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜-

Flyboy Masterlist

𝙾𝙲 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜-

Whirlwind Universe (Bradley Bradshaw x Kazansky!OC)

𝙵𝚒𝚌𝚜-

What’s So Funny? (☁️✨)

Coffee and A Lotta True Crime (☁️✨)

Don’t (☁️⚡️)

Bend Till It Breaks (🫧)- p.1 (☁️✨) p.2 (☁️⚡️✨)

Soaked Through (❤️‍🔥✨)

Sweet As Sugarcane (☁️❤️‍🔥)

Calling Your Name (☁️❤️‍🔥✨)

An Unlikely Affair (❤️‍🔥)

Let’s Get Takeout (⚡️☁️✨) …coming soon

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜-

Grocery Shopping Headcanons (☁️)

Terms of Endearment Headcanons (☁️❤️‍🔥🫧)

Pregnancy Sex Headcanons (☁️❤️‍🔥✨)

Dog Dad Headcanons (☁️✨🫧)

Polaroid Headcanons (❤️‍🔥) …coming soon

Beach Day Headcanons (☁️✨) …coming soon

𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚜-

Good 4 You Blurb (a Don’t story plot)(⚡️✨)

Tender (☁️✨)

Say His Name (❤️‍🔥✨)

Hawaiian Shirt (❤️‍🔥✨)

That’s it (❤️‍🔥✨)

Surprised Each Other (❤️‍🔥✨) p.2 (💥✨)

✈️ 𝙅𝙖𝙠𝙚 “𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙢𝙖𝙣“ 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙣 ✈️

𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜-

We Could Just Dance Masterlist (✨)

𝙵𝚒𝚌𝚜-

Absolutely Pink (💥✨)

You Let Go (☁️⚡️✨🫧)

Desperate Pleas (❤️‍🔥✨)

Earning It (❤️‍🔥✨)

He Said It First (☁️❤️‍🔥✨)

Sorry, Hotshot - p.1 (☁️⚡️), p.2 (), p.3 (), p.4 () …coming soon

Right Back To You (☁️⚡️)

I’ll Hold You () …coming soon

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍c𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜-

Aftercare Headcanons (☁️💥)

Terms of Endearment Headcanons (☁️❤️‍🔥🫧) …coming soon

Beach Day Headcanons (☁️✨) …coming soon

Polaroid Headcanons (❤️‍🔥) …coming soon

𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚜-

I’m Here (☁️✨🫧)

Kiss The Pout Off Your Face (❤️‍🔥✨)

Under The Table (❤️‍🔥✨)

Tension (❤️‍🔥✨)

Kiss It Better (💥)

A Deeper Feeling (❤️‍🔥✨)

Frosting (💥❤️‍🔥✨)

Let’s Ride (💥❤️‍🔥✨)

✈️ 𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙖 “𝙋𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙭“ 𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 ✈️

𝙵𝚒𝚌𝚜-

Tangled Sheets (☁️✨)

Roaming (☁️⚡️✨)

We’ll Make Do (☁️⚡️✨)

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜-

Terms of Endearment Headcanons (☁️❤️‍🔥🫧) …coming soon

𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚜-

✈️ 𝘽𝙤𝙗 “𝙍𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙩“ 𝙁𝙡𝙤𝙮𝙙 ✈️

𝙵𝚒𝚌𝚜-

His Diamond (☁️💥) (unfinished)

Water Balloons (☁️✨) …coming soon

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜-

Terms of Endearment Headcanons (☁️❤️‍🔥🫧) …coming soon

𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚜-

Gotta Be Quiet (❤️‍🔥✨)

✈️ 𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙮 “𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙗𝙤𝙮” 𝙂𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙖 ✈️

𝙵𝚒𝚌𝚜-

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜-

Having A Daughter Headcanons (☁️✨) …coming soon

𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚜-

✈️ 𝙏𝙤𝙢 “𝙄𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣“ 𝙆𝙖𝙯𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨𝙮 ✈️

𝙵𝚒𝚌𝚜-

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜-

𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚜-

You Need Sleep (☁️✨)

✈️ 𝙋𝙤𝙡𝙮 𝙁𝙞𝙘𝙨 ✈️

𝙵𝚒𝚌𝚜-

Piecing It Together (☁️⚡️💥✨) (Phoenix x Reader x Rooster x Hangman) …coming soon

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜-

𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚜-

Our Girl (❤️‍🔥✨) (Rooster x Hangman x fem!reader)

Good Morning (❤️‍🔥☁️✨) (Rooster x Bob x Reader x Phoenix x Hangman)

✈️ 𝘽𝙤𝙣𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨 ✈️

Dancing/Singing In The Kitchen Headcanons (☁️✨)

Squadron Disney Trip Headcanons (☁️✨)

Cough Drop (☁️✨) (Hangman x Reader, Rooster x Reader)

Vanilla Ice Cream (☁️✨)(Hangman x Reader, Rooster x Reader)

So Good When Angry Blurb (❤️‍🔥)

✈️𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙤𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨✈️

Don’t | You Let Go

Welcome to my Masterlist!!

Top Gun

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞 "𝐌𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤" 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥

Lesson Learned

Finally

Rescue

Fatherhood Fears

𝐓𝗼𝗺 "𝐈𝐜𝐞𝗺𝐚𝐧" 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐲

Barge In

Who Would’ve Thought

The Morning After

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤 "𝐆𝗼𝗼𝐬𝐞" 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰

Goose You Big Stud

𝐑𝗼𝐧 "𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫" 𝐊𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫

TBD

𝐋𝐞𝗼𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝 "𝐖𝗼𝐥𝐟𝗺𝐚𝐧" 𝐖𝗼𝐥𝐟𝐞

TBD

𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐤 "𝐇𝗼𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐰𝗼𝗼𝐝" 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

TBD

Top Gun: Maverick

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐲 "𝐑𝗼𝗼𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫" 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰

Close Call

That Didn’t Go As Planned

Christmas Miracle

Runaway

Welcome Home

Adventures In Babysitting

That Time of the Month

Savior

Like Father Like Daughter

I Think I’ve Seen This Film Before

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 "𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐠𝗺𝐚𝐧" 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧

Woah Baby: Part One

Woah Baby: Part Two

Don’t Touch My Wife

Hold On

Daddy’s Home

Wife?

Our Little Secret

One Man’s Loss is Another Man’s Gain

𝐑𝗼𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 "𝐁𝗼𝐛" 𝐅𝐥𝗼𝐲𝐝

TBD

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞 “𝐌𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤" 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥

Lesson Learned

Savior

I Think I’ve Seen This Film Before

Marvel

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝗼𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

TBD

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

TBD

𝐓𝗼𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤

TBD

Supernatural

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

TBD

𝐒𝐚𝗺 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

TBD

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

TBD

Chicago Fire

𝐊𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞

Surprise

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐲

TBD

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

TBD

Chicago PD

𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝

TBD

𝐀𝐝𝐚𝗺 𝐑𝐮𝐳𝐞𝐤

TBD

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

TBD

Chicago Med

𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝

TBD

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

TBD

Outerbanks

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝗺𝐞𝐫𝗼𝐧

TBD

𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

TBD

𝐉𝗼𝐡𝐧 𝐁 𝐑𝗼𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞

TBD

Real People

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬 

Pushy

I’m Not Going Anywhere

𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧

Misunderstanding

𝐑𝗼𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐃𝗼𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐉𝐑 

TBD

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝗺𝐬𝐰𝗼𝐫𝐭𝐡

TBD

𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬

TBD

𝐉𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐢

TBD

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐲

TBD

𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐤𝗼𝐰

TBD

𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

TBD

𝐆𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐧 𝐏𝗼𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥

TBD

𝐋𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐮𝐥𝐥𝗺𝐚𝐧 

TBD

𝐓𝗼𝗺 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞

TBD

𝐕𝐚𝐥 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝗺𝐞𝐫

TBD

𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐳𝐞

TBD

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝 𝐏𝐢𝐭𝐭

TBD

𝐑𝗼𝐛 𝐋𝗼𝐰𝐞

TBD

The Outsiders

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬

TBD

𝐒𝗼𝐝𝐚𝐩𝗼𝐩 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬

TBD

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞

TBD

𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧

TBD

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

TBD

Bridgerton

𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝗼𝐧𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝗼𝐧

TBD

𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝗼𝐧

TBD

𝐂𝗼𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝗼𝐧

TBD

𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝗼𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

TBD

Greys Anatomy

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐥𝗼𝐚𝐧

TBD

𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐤 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐝

TBD

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝗼𝐧 𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲

TBD

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐯

TBD

Tombstone

𝐃𝗼𝐜 𝐇𝗼𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲

TBD

𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

TBD

911 

𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲

TBD

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐳

TBD

𝐍𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

TBD

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

TBD

Criminal Minds

𝐀𝐚𝐫𝗼𝐧 𝐇𝗼𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫

TBD

𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐤 𝐌𝗼𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧

TBD

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝

TBD

𝐇𝗼𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

TBD

𝐌𝗼𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

TBD

𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

TBD

𝐉𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

TBD

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

TBD

𝐑𝗼𝐬𝐬𝐢 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

TBD

NFL

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐊𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐞

TBD

𝐉𝗼𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐫𝗼𝐰

TBD

AverageWriter-InTheDark’s Top Gun Maverick Masterlist

Link to my other Masterlists

Key: 🤍 - Personal favs, ♥️ - popular works, 📝 - series in progress, 💌 - series completed, ⏳- coming soon, 🧸 - OC not y/n, 📨 - requested works (currently open) rules for requests

Lt. Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

Series

Living Up To The ‘Legacy’ 🧸🤍♥️💌

Imagines:

The Parent Trap 🤍♥️

Lover 📨⏳

My Heart Will Go On | Titanic AU 🤍

Time of My Life | Dirty Dancing AU 📨⏳

Headcanon:

Rooster’s Ballerina ♥️

Social Media au (goes with series/imagines):⏳

Lt. Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Imagines:

She’s Still Preoccupied With 1985 🤍♥️

Got Ink? 📨

Headcanons:

SFW Alphabet

In The Name Of Love

Social Media au (goes with series/imagines):

Queen of the Uneven Bars (FHOTB)

The 1985s

Lt. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Imagines:

I Want My MTV 📨♥️

Headcanons:

SFW Alphabet

Social media au:

The High Note Princess (IWMM)

Lt. Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

Imagines:

Love Rises From The Ashes 📨

Headcanons:

Fluffy headcanons

Social Media AUs:

Resident Bad Boy ⏳

Lt. Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia

Imagines:

His Reason to Fanboy 📨⏳

Lt. Javy “Coyote” Machado

Imagines:

Hollywood’s Angel 📨⏳

Headcanons:

Fluff headcanons

Lt. Ruben ‘Payback’ Fitch

Headcanons:

Different Type of Runway | Model!reader

Captain Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell

Series

Living Up To The ‘Legacy’ (daughter!OC)🧸🤍♥️💌

Always The One 🧸⏳

Imagines:

It’s A Long Way To The Top 🤍♥️

The Rockstar, Her Husband, & Their Dagger Ducklings

Daughter of Rock N Roll 📨

Strut Like You Mean It 📨

The Doc is In 📨⏳

Social Media au (goes with series/imagines)

Y/n & The Romantics (IALWTTT)

Multiple Characters

Imagines:

Bigger Than The Whole Sky 🤍♥️

Parabellum | John Wick AU 🤍

When It’s Cold, I’d Like To Die

Before He Cheats 📨⏳

Athlete!reader inserts:

For The Gold | Track & Field | Hangman pairing 🤍♥️

Flying High…On The Bars P.2 | Gymnastics | Bob pairing🤍♥️

Winging It | Soccer | Fanboy pairing ⏳

You’re My Grand Slam | Tennis | Phoenix pairing ⏳

Spike It Baby | Beach Volleyball | Coyote Pairing ⏳

Queen Of The Halfpipe | Snowboarder | Hangman pairing 📨♥️

Formula To My Heart | F1 Diver | Maverick pairing 📨

Headcanons:

The Dagger Squad Takes Universal Studios 🤍

Dagger Baby ♥️

The Dagger Squad as the Great Houses of Westeros

It’s Snuggle Time 📨

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I’ve got a request for you!

No guy has ever gotten you off before and Bradley overhears you saying you don’t get the hype and is determined to change your mind?

better than any other man

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader

smut under the cut! mdni. everyone feel free to send requests!

this mission has been hell. the entire group was exhausted and desperately needed a break and some time away from work. 4 days after they had gotten home from the mission, they decided to all get together at my house for a night of celebrating the successful mission.

the night had started off with talking about work, and everyones families... until the alcohol came out. once everyone was tipsy enough to be able to feel the alcohol in their system, the group decided to play a game of never have I ever. the game was going great, and everyone was laughing and having fun. until I let it slip.

"never have I ever had someone else make me cum" I said with a smirk on my face. however, no amount of alcohol could have made this admission any less shocking to the group. Phoenix was the first to break the silence. "are you serious?" she asked.

"well, yeah. all of the guys I have been with have been lazy, or not very good at what they're doing. it's just easier to do it myself, why wait for a man to do it for me?" I said, in an attempt to salvage the situation.

I felt a heat rising to my cheeks, and javy was very quick to notice my discomfort, so he changed the subject by continuing the game of never have I ever.

the night continued on like this, although I stopped drinking very early into the night. by 12:30, everyone decided that they've had too much to drink, and that it was time to go home. bob was the designated driver, and he was piling everyone into his van to take them home.

"i'll stay back and help y/n clean up" rooster announced to the group. "I haven't had anything to drink, I can drive myself home once everything is clean" he adds, to ease bobs concern. finally, bob nods and says goodnight to rooster and y/n.

y/n and Bradley walk into the house together, and move together in tandem as they clean the house very quickly. "is what you said earlier true?" Bradley asks as we finish up cleaning. I blush as I say "yeah, but its not a big deal or anything."

"no, it is a big deal. it's a really big deal. a pretty girl like you should have a man that makes you feel good all of the time. the guys that you've been with haven't deserved you. let me make you feel good. I can make you cum. I promise I can." he says confidently as he backs me up into the counter.

I gasp as his jean clad thigh makes contact with my pulsing pussy. "you seem awfully confident in your abilities, Bradley." I say with a smirk on my face. he then picks me up by my thighs and wraps my legs around his waist. "because I know that I can make you feel better than any other man can" he snarls as he roughly kisses me.

he manages to walk us into my bedroom and throw me onto my bed. I land with a squeal as he begins kissing down my neck and onto my collarbone. "is this okay with you? because if I keep going, I'm not going to be able to stop later." Bradley pants as he ruts his growing erection onto my thigh.

"you can do whatever you want to me, Bradley. I'm not going to change my mind." I say as he smashes our lips back together. he rips open my blouse and begins his attack on my tits. he leaves lots of hickeys all along my breasts and neck, as he whispers "I gotta mark you up so that everyone knows you're mine, baby."

he continues his kisses down my body until he finally reaches my jeans. he quickly unbuttons my jeans with his teeth, and then pulls my jeans and thong down my legs. "fuck you're gorgeous" he mutters as he starts an attack of licks on my pussy. he begins eating me out with enthusiasm and he spells his name with his tongue on my clit, while he stretches me open with two fingers.

his long, thick fingers and his skillful tongue working together are very quick to bring me to the edge. "oh my god, baby. you're gonna fucking make me cum. Bradley, oh my god! can I cum please?" I whimper as I feel my orgasm quickly approaching.

"come for me, pretty girl" he says with a grin as my body thrashes around while I come down from my high. while i'm recovering from my orgasm, he begins opening the drawers in my nightstand until he finds a condom in the middle drawer.

"do you want me, baby? I'll make you feel so good, I promise." he whispers in my ear seductively. I nod with enthusiasm as he swiftly. rolls the condom over his thick length.

I take this moment to admire his pretty cock. 8 inches with a bright red tip. I can practically feel my mouth watering as he gets into position to fuck me. he teases my entrance with his tip until I am a whining and begging mess.

without warning, he slams his entire length into me in one swift motion. we both gasp at the sudden feeling. "fuck, baby. you take me so well. you're so fucking tight for me." he groans as he begins rocking into me.

he starts with a slow pace to allow me to adjust to his size. "please, Bradley. give it to me. fuck me." I say to him. he grunts at my words and begins roughly thrusting into me. his tip is perfectly hitting my g-spot with this motion.

"oh my god right there, right there!" I scream as he continues to hit that spot inside of me. he briefly stops thrusting in order to grab my leg and hitch it over his shoulder, allowing him to thrust deeper into me. I throw my head back at the feeling.

"Bradley, baby I'm close" I moan out as he begins rubbing my clit to get me to the edge faster. "cum with me, sweet girl" he says as we both reach our highs, and moan into a kiss together. we both pant as we come down from our highs.

after a few minutes, Bradley finally pulls out, and goes to the bathroom to throw away the used condom. when her comes back, he immediately kisses my forehead and spoons me. "I told you I could make you come." he says. I giggle at his words.

he presses kisses to my shoulder. I smile as I feel myself drifting asleep, with feelings of pure bliss. I know that tomorrow will need a long conversation, but right now all I can focus on is the warmth of his arms, and the steady sound of his heartbeat.