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hey, Chapters 1-4 on your Endless Love masterlist aren’t working for me.

just wanted to let you know in case anyone else has this problem. it may just be my app, but i thought you should know🫶

thank u! I’ll go check on all of them rn so I can fix it xx

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Endless Love (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw) - Chapter 6

summary - Y/N Y/L/N and Bradley Bradshaw have had a rivalry ever since they both attended the same academy. Every chance they took, they always tried to one up each other. One day, Bradley takes the rivalry too far and Y/N ends up in the hospital with serious injuries. Will it make Y/N want to get him back twice as worse? Or will it make her realise that this rivalry between them is childish?

warnings - swearing, enemies to lovers, mention of serious injury, traumatic episodes, reader traumatised from what happened, smut, slowburn, seizures, flashbacks

a/n - hey girlies! it's been a loooooong time since i posted the last chapter. i tried to edit this and add to it but i jus couldn't. long story short i went thru a fat breakup and i jus needed to take a break. and deepest apologies cos this one is so short! hope u enjoy regardless! xx

When I woke up, my head was pounding. I rubbed the sleep off of my eyes then looked around the room. This wasn't my room. This was too tidy to be my room. I got up and opened the door to peer out of it. Yeah this definitely was not my house. Maybe I had a one night stand? Or... I don't know I woke up in an alternate universe?

I walked out of the room and began to smell something. It was fucking gorgeous. Haven't smelt something like it since I moved to the US. I followed the smell and there I saw Bradshaw, shirtless cooking what looked to be a Full English. Wait... why the fuck and where did Bradshaw manage to get the stuff you need to make a Full English?

My focus quickly changed to his figure, damn he looked god without a shirt. Yeah, I have seen him before with no shirt but that was when we were always arguing so I never paid it any mind. But dayum, he looked good as hell. I couldn't stop staring in all honesty, his golden skin tone mixed with how well he'd been working out just pulled me into a trance. I shook my head and quickly walked up to the kitchen island.

"Good morning Bradshaw. Please could you tell me how the actual fuck I woke up in your house?" I placed my chin on my hand as I stared up at him. He chuckled and shook his eggs and he flipped over the bacon, I quickly glanced at it and it was British bacon. Wow...

"So you're telling me you remember nothing from last night?" My brows furrowed and my lips pouted.

"I remember going out to the Hard Deck with Phoenix, getting wankered and then fuck knows what else. Why?" I raised a brow in suspicion and confusion.

"Let me give you the run down. You and Phoenix showed up to the bar with pretty skimpy dresses, you had too many double whiskies for anyone's liking, Phoenix went home so you joined the rest of the Dagger Squad. Then an hour later your 'friend,' can't remember his name, said he'd take you home and then basically asked if you wanna help cheat on his girlfriend. You also said that you're moving out and I offered for you to stay here until you find a new place to live. And you said yes." My jaw dropped. Wait... Thomas wanted to cheat on his girlfriend?... With me?!

"I know, wild night you had sweetheart." He chuckled as he finished cooking the breakfast and plated it all up. He passed me one plate as he sat down next to me and began to eat his.

"Wait wait wait, pause for a second there Bradshaw. Thomas wanted to cheat on his girlfriend with me?" I couldn't believe it, we'd stay up all night so he could talk about how in love with her he was. He even talked about fucking proposing to her. Bradshaw nodded in response.

"Nah what the fuck? That can't be true. He literally took me ring shopping for her the other day." Bradshaw didn't reply, all he did was take his phone out. He tapped it a few times and then placed it on the worktop. It was an audio. It had a few voices in it that stuck out to me. But the one that stuck out the most was Thomas'. The things he said my top lip curl up in disgust. I furrowed my brows as I looked at Bradshaw.

"We've been friends since I was 6. Why and how the fuck has he turned into this? He used to be so fucking sweet and caring." Bradshaw gave me a sympathetic look.

"Some people just change. It sucks, doesn't it?" I let out a scoff with a smile.

"It really fucking does." I stare into space for a few seconds until I look back to the Full English that Bradshaw has been cooking. "When and where did you find out how to make a Full English breakfast Bradshaw?" Bradshaw gave me a smirk as he sat down across from me.

"The joys of google." He jabbed the bacon and sausage before shoving it into his mouth.

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Today was a slow day at Top Gun. Nothing was really getting done because Maverick and Cyclone were having a 6 hour long argument somehow. I can't even hold a 10 minute conversation let alone a fucking 6 hour long argument. What are they even arguing about?

Phoenix jabbed me on my shoulder to get my attention.

"You wanna go to the beach after this? Maverick said it's some team building technique. Everyone has to go apparently." I rolled my eyes with a slight smirk.

"How is going to the beach going to help us all get along? Also, could I come to your house before so I can get ready? I'm staying at Bradshaw's for a bit til I can find somewhere to live." Phoenix immediately said yes and told me some other girls from the squad are coming as well.

Thinking about the beach and team building brought an idea into my head. Although me and Bradshaw are civil now, doesn't mean I can't mess with him.

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Endless Love (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw) - Chapter 5

summary - Y/N Y/L/N and Bradley Bradshaw have had a rivalry ever since they both attended the same academy. Every chance they took, they always tried to one up each other. One day, Bradley takes the rivalry too far and Y/N ends up in the hospital with serious injuries. Will it make Y/N want to get him back twice as worse? Or will it make her realise that this rivalry between them is childish?

warnings - swearing, enemies to lovers, mention of serious injury, traumatic episodes, reader traumatised from what happened, smut, slowburn, seizures, flashbacks

a/n - hi girlies! sorry that i haven't been posting a lot i got writers block 💀💀💀 anyways, enjoy!! xx

I've finally come back to Top Gun, Mav caught me up luckily. Somehow he pulled some strings with Cyclone to let me stay here. I'm glad me and Mav sorted everything out. I still haven't spoken to my mum yet... It's been 3 weeks since she visited me at the hospital.

It's been kinda quiet since me and Bradshaw decided to stop the whole "rivalry" thing. Minus for the arguments between Bradshaw and Bagman. It's been nice in all honesty. Except for when Bradshaw tried to throw a right hook at Bagman. Fanboy stopped him before he could make contact. It didn't end too badly. They just death stared each other then walked separate ways.

Bradshaw was late to the briefing this morning so the only chair left was next to me. Great, although we're civil, I hate having to deal with his fucking manspreading. It's so annoying.

Bradshaw walked up to the table I was at and sat down. I was shocked to feel that his leg wasn't rammed against mine. I looked down and saw that he had stretched his legs out and crossed his ankles. I quickly give him a look then begin to focus on the briefing.

"Shocked to see how little of an annoyance I can be when we're not arguing?" I rolled my eyes with a smirk as I tried to focus on the briefing. "Everyone's going to the Hard Deck tonight, you wanna join?" I turned to look at Bradshaw, my eyes narrowing, smirk still apparent on my face.

"Bradley Bradshaw, is inviting little old me to drink with you and the others?" I place my hand on my chest. Bradshaw is the one to roll his eyes now. "I'd love to. As long as you don't sing Great Balls of Fire."

"Now that is pushing it sweetheart. there must be a compromise we can come to." he has desperation in his voice, with a little bit of humour.

"You can sing it once then. No girl on your lap or at your side cause that is just fucking tacky." I chuckle as I try to multi-task and listen to what Mav is saying. I'm partly failing.

"Is that your way of saying you're jealous? I'm flattered sweetheart, but British isn't my type. Neither is hot-headed." His tone was all but flirtatious. Maybe I should've just continued to argue with him, because the flirty tone he's using is grating. Like, it sounds nice but really weird at the same time because he's never used that tone with me.

"Absolutely not, never. Just because we're civil now does not mean I'm going to have feelings for you. And girls sitting on your lap or basically grinding against you while you sing Great Balls of Fire is the cringiest and most disturbing thing to even look at for a second. So no, I am not jealous. And FYI I don't go for your type either." I cross my arms as I finish the conversation and bring all my focus back onto Mav, who keeps sending me knowing glances which I send away with eye rolls.

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Today was stressful. Very stressful. Stressful enough to need a straight double whiskey when I get to the Hard Deck. You wanna know why today was stressful?

Firstly, I was paired with Hangman. Which is annoying as it is but he thought he led the whole thing when it was a team building exercise. And he kept ordering me which got us "killed" by Mav.

Second, my flight suit had a stain on it so I had to try and get it washed after the training exercise. It didn't come out, so I'm going to order a new one.

Third, Bradshaw could not stop with the flirty comments. It was so aggravating. I wish we were still arguing cause he was actually less annoying than this.

And lastly, Mav kept pulling me to the side and asking if me and Bradshaw were a thing. Oh my days! Absolutely not! Never in a million fucking years would I date Bradshaw of all people! I'd date Hangman before Bradshaw. Actually no. I would not. I have too much self respect.

When I got home, I took a hot shower. It was fucking amazing after the day I've had. After I got out of the shower, I dried my hair, did my skincare routine, put some makeup on, and now it's time to decide what to wear. It was between a nice dress Phoenix told me to wear or my tight black shirt with some nice-fitting jeans. I asked Phoenix and she told me to wear the dress, obviously. But only if she wore one too. Not being the only one wearing a dress.

It was a short black dress with criss-crossing straps and a slit on the right leg that goes up to my hip. It was really nice, I've just haven't gotten to wearing it yet.

I quickly put the dress on because I was running late. I grabbed my purse, car keys and vape before going out and locking the door.

The ride to the Hard Deck wasn't too long because I could afford a closer one when I moved here. I parked my car, locked it, then headed to the door of the Hard Deck. Phoenix was outside waiting for me.

When I tell you the whole bar went quiet when they saw me and Phoenix, it would be an understatement. Maybe it was because we were in civvy clothes? But we headed to our group and all the boys eyes were wider than golf balls.

"What's with the eyes? It's not like we're naked is it?" I said, eyes darting between all the lads. They were shocked.

"Y/N, I think it's cause you're wearing that short dress, they've never seen as much skin on you before." Phoenix giggled before dragging me to the bar.

"Hey Penny, two double whiskeys please." Phoenix asks Penny with a smile. As I look around, I see a man. He's tall, blonde hair, greenish-blue eyes, and he's staring at me. I recognise him from somewhere. It's Thomas! I didn't think he'd be here tonight. He said he was going to go home in England for a bit to see his family.

"Thomas?! I thought you went back to England for a few weeks! What yer doing 'ere?" I walked up to him and hugged him, shocked that he was in San Diego but especially in the bar I usually go to.

"Thought yer could use some company, but guess you're already set aren't yer?" He chuckled as he looked to Phoenix then in a different direction, all the lads were death staring Thomas.

"Yeah, guess so. Want a drink? Me and Phoenix just ordered double whiskies." I guided him over to the bar where me and Phoenix originally stood.

"Go on then, one can't hurt." He ordered himself a double whiskey and paid for mine and Phoenix's as well.

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We've been at the Hard Deck for a few hours and I'm quite drunk, drunk enough to not be able to drive. Which is great, cause I want to go home.

Phoenix and I have been dancing to The Weeknd, Mac Demarco, ABBA, Jerry Lee Lewis (because Bradshaw sang it, yet again), and some other singers that I'm too drunk to remember.

Me and Phoenix are currently dancing to Great Balls of Fire, as per requested to play again by Bradshaw. Him and that fucking song. It's like he's married to it. Or he can't breathe if it's not playing.

As we're dancing, I feel someone come up behind me. I turned to see who it was and it was just a stranger. He had his hands on my hips and began to basically grind into my arse. the fuck?

"Erm, can you not do that mate?" I stepped away from him, closer to Phoenix. He had this strange look on his face. It made me really uncomfortable.

"Come on babe, just wanna dance with you." His smile was sloppy and sadistic in a way. Gave me the shivers. Not the good kind.

"Well I don't wanna dance with you. So fuck off. Freak." I rolled my eyes then turned to Phoenix with an awkward smile.

"Don't call me a fucking freak you bitch!" He grabbed my arm and yanked me closer to him, his breath stunk of cigarettes and Bourbon. I always hated that smell.

"Get the fuck off of me you prick!" I grabbed his elbow and dug into it with my fingers which made his grip loosen, then I kicked the back of his knee which got him to the floor.

"Touch me again and we will have a serious problem, got it?" He nodded in answer, fear and anger in his face. "Get the fuck out of this bar." He got up and walked straight out, the whole bar giving him death stares as he leaves.

As soon as the door closes Bob comes over to us, weaving through the crowd with a worried look on his face.

"You okay Y/C/S?" He looked at me with worry and sympathy. I nodded my head yes.

"I'm fine Bob, he was just a prick who should listen to people. Taught him a lesson, hopefully he'll learn from that." I rolled my eyes as I took a sip of my whiskey. "Surprised I can still do that, I'm fucking leathered." I chuckle as I begin to dance again.

Bob nodded with a small smile then went back to the others. Me and Phoenix continued dancing until she had to go home cause her friend said her dog needed to be taken to the vet. So I was left to hang out with the lads.

"Hey Y/C/S, you alright? You look really bad." I place my hand on my heart and mock offense.

"Wow Bagman, I cannot believe you could say that. To me of all people. I look fucking fabulous you rat." I giggle as Bradshaw laughs. He'd laugh at anything that insulted Hangman so I'm not surprised.

"Seriously though Y/L/N, you look unwell. How much have you had to drink?" Bradshaw had genuine concern in his voice. I also did not know how much I drank.

"Fuck knows, wanted to have a fun time. I was, till Nat had to go home cause her dog is sick. I really hope her dog's okay. Do you think it'll die?" Just as I finished my sentence, Thomas came next to me and placed his hand on my waist.

"Come on Y/N, let's get you home." He began to lead me out until I felt his hand go lower. Last time I checked, he had a fucking girlfriend.

"One, I ain't going home right now. And two, get your hand off my arse cause I specifically remember you have a fucking girlfriend." i poked his chest in annoyance because his girlfriend is super nice, and pretty. Like drop dead gorgeous. And she treats him so fucking well as well.

"Yes you are going home, yer leathered. And she doesn't have to know if anything happens, can just be between you and me babe." That's it. Absolutely not. Not a fucking cat in hells chance.

"Right, you are a piece of shit for that. i ain't going home and I'm moving out. And I'm telling your fucking girlfriend how much of a shit person you are." Thomas laughed, I knew he could be a dick sometimes but this is just too far.

"Come on Y/N. Firstly, where would you even move to? You don't make enough money for even a small shitty apartment. And second, she won't believe you." Shit, she wouldn't. She's literally head over heels in love with him.

"She will." A voice said behind me, I turned to see that it was Bradshaw. I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"And why's that? She's practically wrapped around my little finger." My face contorts to disgust. Jesus, how did it take me this long to realise he is a complete and utter twat?

"Because in Y/N's bag, is my phone, and it's recording. So she will believe Y/N, because there's proof." All the colour drains from Thomas' face.

"So you best fucking leave now. And I'm getting all my shit in the morning." I look at him with anger an disgust, how could he even think about doing that to such a caring and beautiful girl?

Thomas walked out immediately, slammed the door to the bar on his way out. That's when realisation hit me, I'm now homeless.

"Shit... where am I gonna stay? He is right that I can't afford to live anywhere... Maybe Mav could let me stay with him?" I turn to Bradshaw and he looks like he's just got an idea.

"You can stay with me, until you get enough money for an apartment." Although I was very drunk, that sobered me up quite a lot. Bradshaw was offering to let me stay at his place? I mean, we are civil now, but letting me stay at his home? Jesus, he must really mean it about feeling bad about arguing and the crash.

"Are you sure? Because that's a big thing to offer Bradshaw." I looked at him, unsure myself. But why was Bradshaw offering this? Was it out of guilt? Sympathy?

"Yes. You don't have anywhere to stay. Fanboy only has one room and his couch is fucking uncomfortable. Coyote and Hangman most likely don't want to live with you. Payback lives with his girlfriend. And Bob and Phoenix live with Phoenix's mom. And Mav will probably hate you living with him because he won't be able to have any alone time with the ladies he brings home. So I'm the only viable option." Damn. He must have put lot into this for him to just come up with all that.

“Are you 100% sure that you want to do this? Cause I can just find some place to live I don’t wanna intrude init.” I look at him with concern and uncertainty in my voice.

"Yes of course, helping out a friend, init." He faked a British accent as he said "init", I giggled at him as he pulled a face as well.

"Right okay, thank you so much you don't know how much this means to me..." I have a thankful look on my face. "Please could u come with me to pick my stuff up tomorrow? I don't want to go on my own." He nodded yes. "Thank you..."

"Right, let's get you home. You're so fucking drunk." He chuckled as he guided me out of the Hard Deck with his arm round my shoulder.

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As we got to his house, I began to search the outside. It was quite nice.

We both went inside, Bradshaw helped me as I was stumbling everywhere. He guided me to the spare room and placed me on the bed.

"Goodnight sweetheart." Bradshaw muttered as he got to the door.

"Goodnight Bradshawwwww." I said before quite literally passing out as my head hit the pillow.

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hi whoever reads my posts. just wanted to say i will solely be focusing on my Endless Love series. i know some of u loved the others but i feel like i need to focus on this one otherwise i'll wuss out and stop writing it all together. hope u all understand. love yas xx

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Endless Love (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw) - Chapter 4

summary - Y/N Y/L/N and Bradley Bradshaw have had a rivalry ever since they both attended the same academy. Every chance they took, they always tried to one up each other. One day, Bradley takes the rivalry too far and Y/N ends up in the hospital with serious injuries. Will it make Y/N want to get him back twice as worse? Or will it make her realise that this rivalry between them is childish?

warnings - swearing, enemies to lovers, mention of serious injury, traumatic episodes, reader traumatised from what happened, smut, slowburn, seizures, flashbacks

a/n - hey girliessssssss! sorry that this one is kinda short but what i'm gonna do is just try and post a chapter every day so that u didn't have to wait so long! hope thas okayyyyyy xx

I'm still in the hospital. Which is very convenient. Note the sarcasm. I can't do much all day except go on my phone which got very boring after a bit.

But my friends visit me every now and then. Mostly Mav, Phoenix or my mate, Thomas, who moved with me to San Diego so that I wouldn't be fully alone. But he can't really visit as much because he's an accountant and his boss has made him work a lot of overtime.

Phoenix was currently visiting and telling me all about how Hangman was being a massive dick and him and Rooster nearly got in a fight about Rooster's dad.

"Yeah, he lunged for him! If the guys didn't hold him back Hangman would be waltzing about with the biggest black eye." It made my brows furrows and lift my lip in confusion.

"How did that make him so mad? Like me and Rooster always argue but he's never gotten that angry..." I was really confused, what the fuck did Hangman even say?

"I wasn't really listening to what they were saying, me and Bob were talking, not paying attention because we thought it was a normal argument they have." Wow... Maybe I should talk to Rooster, as if he's going to tell me though, he hates me. Phoenix checked the time on her watch.

"Right, I've gotta go... Training... I'll come back when I'm off duty?" I nod as I bid Phoenix goodbye.

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I've been on my phone for 4 hours since Phoenix left. I'm now addicted to Candy Crush, Subway Surfers and Episode. I'm in the middle of playing Subway Surfers when I heard a knock at the door. It was Dr. Hunterson. She's always been lovely to me.

"Hi Y/N, there's someone here to see you?" She said it as a question, basically asking me if I wanted to see them or not.

"Send them in, anything to cure this boredom." I chuckle out, Dr. Hunterson laughed as she closed the door. A few seconds later, someone walks through the door. I looked up at them.

It was my mum.

"Y/N! Oh my god! I would've come sooner had someone told me earlier!" She set her bag down on the floor next to the chair she then sat in.

I sat in silence, not even looking up from my phone. I couldn't talk to her, let alone look at her. I continued with Subway Surfers.

"Y/N? Why are you ignoring me? We haven't spoken to each other in 7 months!" She laughed as she spoke. I slammed my phone down on the bed and finally turned to look at her, I glared at her.

"Why the fuck did you lie to me about dad? Why couldn't you have just told me the truth?!" You could practically taste the venom in my tone. I was fucking seething.

My mum didn't utter a word. He mouth opening and closing as if she was trying to say something.

"What? Can't speak?" I was absolutely pissing incensed. Why the fuck would she lie to me for so long?

"I... I... I don't know what you want me to say?" She had a guilty smile on her face.

"I want you to tell me why the absolute fuck you would lie to me saying dad just didn't want to be in my life anymore when he stopped visiting me?! And guess what is the funniest thing? Dad told me himself! Yeah! He told me." Mum had tears streaming down her face.

"When you want to act like an adult, I'll talk to you then..." She grabbed her bag off the floor and left the room.

"Fuck you!" I shouted as she closed the door. When I want to act like an adult. Tsk. Fuck her. I am a fucking adult.

I'm just going to have a bleeding nap, cannot be bothered staying awake right now...

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I was woken up to yet another knock at my door. When I sat up and said come in, I saw Bradshaw.

"Just the person I wanted to see." I say sarcastically as I turn to face away from the door.

"Y/C/S, I just wanna say I am really sorry... I must have accidentally pressed something... I did not mean to take it this far... You may not accept it but I just want to say that I am really really sorry..." I turned to look at him and his face was filled with remorse.

I didn't like this look on Bradshaw. I wasn't used to it. At all. I'm a lot more comfortable with him having anger on his face while looking at me. He seems really guilty... Maybe I should forgive him, I mean... He does seem to actually regret it.

"It's okay Bradshaw... I've made that mistake before... Except... I actually killed the girl..." Bradshaw looked up at me with shock on his face.

"W-what?" He sat down in the chair next to the hospital bed, leaning forward.

"I may as well tell you... Me and this girl, Sox, we were doing a training exercise, but with actual missiles, trying to shoot a target..." I began to tear up. "As soon as I shot the missile at the target, Sox got in the way... Luckily I only shot the wing, but when she pressed the button to eject her seat..." Tears were streaming down my cheeks, I was trying to hold in sobs. "It didn't eject, so all she could do was wait till her jet crashed and hoped she would live. She didn't."

Bradshaw sat there, in shock, mouth agape. His face changed to a sympathetic expression.

"We were best friends, she was the first friend I made after moving here, to San Diego... Her family somehow forgave me, I can't even forgive myself. They said that it wasn't my fault. It was. I'm the reason she's dead. If I hadn't shot that missile, maybe she'd be here at Top Gun, and not me." I was borderline sobbing at this point. My body was shaking. My breath uneven. Eyes dead set on the plant pot in the corner of the room.

"Y/C/S, it is not your fault, you didn't know she was going to fly in front of the missile. You had no intention of hurting her. Don't blame yourself..." I immediately began to shake my head, disagreeing with him.

"No. No. It is my fault Bradshaw. I shot the missile. I am at fault. I killed her... If it wasn't for me, she would be alive. And I'm going to have to live with that. Until the day I die." I couldn't stop the crying now, even if I wanted to. I haven't talked about it since it happened. Not even to my therapist.

"Y/C/S, it's okay... I promise you, it wasn't your fault. From what you've told me it was a training exercise gone wrong... You are not at fault for anything…” His words were filled with reassurance, and coming from him, it actually meant something. Although it didn’t totally get the idea that it was my fault out my head, it put my mind at ease.

I gave Bradshaw a tight lipped smile as my eyes darted between his gaze and my bruised hands.

"About this... rivalry, that we have... Can we just call it quits?" Bradshaw finally spoke up after a while of silence. I looked at him with a smirk.

"What? Finally realised that I'm the best and you're second place?" Bradshaw laughed as he shook his head. He looked back up and has a smiled with his eyes.

"Absolutely not... I am never going to accept that sweetheart..." The nickname made my eyes widen. Sweetheart? He's called me that before but never in the tone he just used. It sounded almost, flirty? I don't know, could be nothing. That is Bradshaw's personality after all.

"Guess it's just really tiring, and..." I gesture to all my cuts and bruises on my body with a laugh. "This... but don't worry Bradshaw... won't hold it against you." I chuckle as Bradshaw leans back in his chair and does the same.

"Truce?" Bradshaw stuck his hand out. I took his hand and shook it with a tight smile. I wish it didn't take me almost dying for us to stop this. Maybe it was the only way? I'll never know.

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Endless Love (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw) - Chapter 3

summary - Y/N Y/L/N and Bradley Bradshaw have had a rivalry ever since they both attended the same academy. Every chance they took, they always tried to one up each other. One day, Bradley takes the rivalry too far and Y/N ends up in the hospital with serious injuries. Will it make Y/N want to get him back twice as worse? Or will it make her realise that this rivalry between them is childish?

warnings - swearing, enemies to lovers, mention of serious injury, traumatic episodes, reader traumatised from what happened, smut, slowburn, seizures, flashbacks

When I woke up, it was dark. Very dark. well, apart from the light next to my bed. I looked around, feeling very dizzy, and saw Maverick in a chair, reading a magazine next to my bed. Why was he here?

He looked up and saw I was awake. The look on relief on his face made me smile slightly.

"Oh my god Y/N. How are you feeling? Do you want me to go get a nurse? Doctor?" He kneeled down in front of my bed and put his hand on mine. Maybe I should hear him out on what he has to say.

"No, no. I'm fine Maverick, just a little dizzy is all. What exactly happened?" I painfully sit up as Maverick pulls the chair closer to the hospital bed.

"You and Rooster did a Pugachev's Cobra and Rooster accidentally shot one of his missiles at your jet. Which caused you and your jet to go down, you slightly tore a ligament in your neck and arm." He had such a worried look on his face. Maybe he isn't such a dick from what my mum told me all those years ago.

"Y/N... I also want to apologise. I know you probably don't care but your mom told me to leave because she thought I'd be a horrible father... I wanted to be in your life..." Maverick began to cry. He wanted to be a part of my life? But mum told me he walked out after she told him he was pregnant?

"Wait wait wait wait, you wanted to be my dad? But mum told me you walked out on her when she told you she was pregnant. Why would my mum lie to me?" What the fuck? Why would mum lie?

"Me and her had an argument a month before you were born, it was really bad... I caught her cheating on me... When I confronted her she blew up... That's when she kicked me out and never let me see you... Then when she did let me see you, it wasn't as often as I'd hoped... That's why, one day, I left you a note and then you and your mom moved to England, to be with her family..." The amount of tears increased.

"What the fuck... so because of a mistake she made, you had to suffer?..." How the fuck could my mum do that? Lie to me my whole life?

"I get why you were pissed... And I get why you blew up at me before training..." When he mentioned that training exercise, something snapped. Flashbacks of what happened before I crashed. I began to panic, I was reliving the crash. Every second of it. The pain. the anxiety. It was too much.

I began to hyperventilate and tears began to run down my cheeks. Maverick tried to hug me but I pushed him away.

"Y/N? What's wrong?" I didn't answer him, not even hearing exactly what he said. I went into a full blown panic attack. I could feel my body shaking. I couldn't breathe properly and my vision was going blurry. Oh god... I didn't think this would happen... I haven't had a panic attack as bad as this since high school...

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I had finally calmed down. Taking deep breaths as Maverick looked at me with panic in his eyes.

"Y/N... what was that?" I didn't know how to answer that... I don't know if I did want to answer that...

"I think it was a panic attack..." Maverick nodded his head with worry in his eyes.

"That should be expected after what you've been through... The doctors said you could get flashbacks from what happened as it was a very traumatising experience. I'm here if you wanna talk about it Y/N/N..." This time when he used my nickname, it didn't give me anger, it actually gave me comfort.

"Thank you..." I pause for a second, wondering how long I've been unconscious. Fuck! "How long have I been out?"

"About 3 weeks... the doctors said the earliest you'd wake up would be weeks from now..." Maverick places a comforting hand in mine.

"I've missed so much training! For fuck's sake man! How much did I miss?" Maverick slightly chuckled, that all I cared about right now was how much training I missed.

"You've missed quite a bit, but don't worry... I can help you catch up, it may be stressful for you so you can back out whenever you need to." I shook my head with a stern look on my face.

"No. I am not backing out. I haven't come this far just to back out because of some training accident." I had a stern and serious tone in my voice.

"Okay, okay." Maverick chuckled a bit. "Get some rest, I'll see what the doctors say about how much time you should take it easy and all that stuff for you." Maverick gave me a tight lipped smile as he walked out of the room.

Bradshaw is definitely gonna be first for this one... Fuck!

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Spencer Reid X Reader - It was clearly just a simple mistake

summary: you and spencer have known each other almost all your lives. now, you both work for the fbi. when he's working on a particularly hard case, you spill coffee on some of the evidence and other papers. he immediately blows up at you unknowingly but as soon as he turns around and sees you, he says it was a simple mistake.

warnings: age gap, best friend's brother, making out, mutual pining (spencer started to have feelings for reader when she was 19)

spencer reid x fem!reader

Spencer Reid was my best friend's brother. I've had feelings for him since I was 11 and her was 14. I told my best friend and she fully agreed that we would be a good couple. But that was just our 11 year old minds dying to be sisters in some way.

But there was one thing in the way, well two. The age gap, and the kids at our school. Me and my best friend were the 'popular' types of girls. And Spencer was the 'nerd' that steered away from parties and big groups of people. Which meant the only times I ever saw him was when I was over at Amanda's house. Which was actually quite often. But he was always stuck in his room doing homework and reading books.

Now, I'm 22 and Spencer is 25. I'd say we both aged very well. We both work at the BAU but I'm just an assistant who gets everyone coffee and their lunch and answers the emails they can't be bothered reading while Spencer is a profiler who works on cases like kidnapping and serial killers. I see him a lot more often and we occasionally talk when we both happen to be in the breakroom.

At the moment, the whole BAU was working on a case that was particularly hard to solve. I heard Morgan chatting with Elle and this guy seemed like they knew exactly what they were doing. Left no clues, varied in the way they killed, thoroughly cleaned the crime scene, etc.

I could tell that it was infuriating for everyone, especially Spencer. He was sat at his desk, brows furrowed with a mix of anger and confusion, forehead resting on hi right hand, eyes dead focused on the paper he's holding. I quickly made him a new cup of coffee to hopefully cheer him up.

As I take it over to him, I trip and accidentally spill the coffee on the case files. Shit. Shit shit shit. Shit. For fuck sake. He's going to be so fucking pissed. I didn't mean to! It's not my fault someone else left their fucking bin in the way. I was too focused on not spilling the coffee anywhere that much that I spilt it. Ironic.

"For fuck's sake!" Spencer quickly stood up, some of the coffee spilling on him. He tried to move the papers quickly while muttering how could I have be so clumsy and stupid.

He then turned around and looked shocked to see that it was me who spilt the coffee on the case files. His whole angry demeanor changed into a calm and collected one. He had a small smile on his face as he brushed himself off.

"I apologize Y/N for how I spoke. It was clearly just a simple mistake." He sat back down at his desk and the few people that saw what happened had very confused looks on their faces, including me.

I just walked back to my little office to deal with any emails that the others sent over to me to look at. Baffled by the interaction me and Spencer just had.

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It was 1am. Everyone had left the office, except for me. I was too busy answering all the emails Morgan sent me, he clearly doesn't answer any of his emails.

That was until I heard a loud crash in the main area where everyone's desks were which caused me to practically jump out of my skin. My first thought was an intruder. But how could it be? This is a literal FBI building so how could anyone possibly break in? This clearly wasn't what I was thinking at the time because I went to grab the gun that Gideon had let me have - with a license obviously.

I quietly opened the door and pointed my gun and phone torch to scan the area in front of my office. I couldn't see anything. I then stepped out the door and scanned the area around me, making sure to check through other doors on my way to the main area.

Sweat began to run down my forehead as I thought the worst, this could be the night I die. My worry quickly went away when I saw that it was only Spencer, still at his desk.

"Spencer? What are you still doing here?" I make my way over to him and pull out a chair and drag it over so that I can sit next to him.

"Still trying to figure out the case, you?" I sigh as I leaned back in my chair.

"Answering emails that Morgan can't quite be bothered to even look at. One of them was about his gym membership! What does he expect me to do with that?" Spencer laughs as share my frustration.

"I think they treat you too much like a normal civilian. Which you are far from because you helped me get one step closer to closing the case." Spencer had a proud look on his face as he told me. My eyes widened in shock. How could I have possibly helped in the slightest?

"How? The only thing I've done is bring you all coffee and lunch, and answered your fucking emails." I add the last part with exasperation, it was not part of my job description.

"That's what helped me. You accidentally spilt the coffee you brought me on a piece of evidence and it revealed a big clue, it was the first 2 digits of the zip code of where the killer lives." How can someone be so dumb? Maybe they want to be caught?

"Really? How did the coffee help with that?" I look at the evidence and the first two digits are there but not fully visible. Me and Spencer look at each other - as this would actually really help the case - with pure joy in our eyes.

"Y/N..." His demeanor suddenly changed. He looked down and I followed his eyeline, my hand was on his thigh. How the fuck did my hand get there?

"Shit, sorry. Didn't know my hand was there..." I immediately pull my hand away and look to the ground.

"I-It's alright Y/N... stuff like that happens." I look up to Spencer and he looks at me with a certain glint in his eyes, one that I haven't seen before and one that I can't quite place.

"Spencer?... I-" I was quickly interrupted when Spencer placed his lips on mine. I almost immediately began kissing him back. I placed my hands on his shoulders and pulled him closer to me. He placed his hand on my upper thigh and my grip on his shoulders increased.

When we both pulled away, we couldn't help but smile. I giggled as Spencer just had a boyish grin on his face.

"I love you too Y/N. I have for quite a while now actually."

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Endless Love Series Masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

a/n - there will be more parts! just don't know how many yet so these are the only parts i'm going to note down, at the moment, on this post!

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Endless Love (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw) - Chapter 2

summary - Y/N Y/L/N and Bradley Bradshaw have had a rivalry ever since they both attended the same academy. Every chance they took, they always tried to one up each other. One day, Bradley takes the rivalry too far and Y/N ends up in the hospital with serious injuries. Will it make Y/N want to get him back twice as worse? Or will it make her realise that this rivalry between them is childish?

warnings - swearing, enemies to lovers, mention of serious injury, traumatic episodes, reader traumatised from what happened, smut, slowburn, seizures, flashbacks

a/n: hey girliessssss, this is going to be hard to read for some people after this chapter as it talks about trauma and things like that, as well as the single seizure in this chapter

It was our first official day at Top Gun, everyone was sat down waiting to get briefed. My table was in front of Phoenix and Bob's table so I turned around to talk to them.

"Who do you think our trainer guy is gonna be?" Bob asked, his gaze switching from me to Phoenix over and over again.

"Let's not hope it's some douchebag. Otherwise me and them are going to have a problem." Our attention is then taken by Cyclone, who is standing at the podium with papers in his hand.

"Attention ladies and gentlemen. Your trainer is someone with the highest skill, he has beaten limits no one else has had the guts to." We hear the doors open but keep our attention on Cyclone. "May I introduce Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell." Maverick then stands beside Cyclone, next to the podium.

Me and Maverick make eye contact, while his eyes widen in shock, mine have pure anger in them. What the fuck is this prick doing here? I ask myself as I grip the sides of the desk.

Bradshaw then turns his head to me as he sees that me and Maverick know each other.

"Hey, Y/L/N, why are you looking at Maverick like you wanna kill him?" There is a chuckle in his voice, which makes me even angrier.

I turn to Bradshaw, the anger in my eyes changing to rage. "None of your fucking business Bradshaw." I then turn my head again and face the wall in front of me. I couldn't look at Maverick, Bradshaw or anyone for this matter so it's best if I stare at the wall.

"Now, all of you here are clearly the best of the best. I want you to prove that. We're going to be training for a mission that is highly dangerous, so we're going to put you in dangerous situations and see how you get out of them." Maverick started to say but I zoned out after hearing his voice for too long.

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I was in the locker room, getting into my flight suit for our first training session. I was still very angry. Why the fuck did Maverick have to be our trainer?

"Hey, Y/N, you okay? You were practically killing Maverick with your eyes earlier." Phoenix taps my shoulder as she gets into her flight suit too.

"Just something that happened in the past, doesn't really matter." I turn my head away from Phoenix and finish putting my flight suit on. I grab my helmet from my locker that has "Vandal" printed onto it.

I was the first out there, waiting for everyone else to come outside.

Since Maverick was also outside he thought it'd be a great idea to strike up a conversation.

"Listen, Y/N/N... I didn't mean to-" I immediately interrupt him, rage now coming back into my expression and voice.

"You do not get to call me that anymore! Not after what you fucking did." I half shouted, half spoke normally as to not get anyone's attention.

"Okay... Okay... I... I just want to say I'm sorry..." His expression had remorse all over his face.

"Fuck you. Don't think that an apology can fix what you fucking did." I kissed my teeth as I looked away from him, my grip on my helmet tightening.

The rest of the group came walking in and could sense the tension in the air, none of them spoke.

"Guess one of them left without leaving a note the other night." Hangman spoke up, which caused a few to chuckle but it made my anger increase.

"But you would obviously know that since you get left a note every time you fuck a girl." I speak up, making everyone, except Hangman, Bradshaw and Maverick, burst out in laughter.

"Alright! That's enough!" Maverick spoke up and neatened up the papers he had in his hand on the podium. "We will be starting off strong with today's training session! I'll split you into two groups. Y/C/S, Rooster. You will both be captains of these teams." Maverick put everyone into either mine or Rooster's team.

When I began to head to my jet, Bradshaw caught up with me.

"Hey Y/C/S, get ready to be second best as per usual!" But before I could even retort with something, he jogged to his jet in front of me.

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We've been in the sky for about 2 hours. The objective was to take down as many jets on the opposing team before the time runs out. We have around 30 minutes left. I'm the only person on my team left, however, Rooster and Coyote are the last 2 standing on their team.

It wasn't hard to "shoot" Coyote down so now it was just me and Rooster left. I was not going to let him shoot me down. We were flying beside each other for about 10 minutes to see who would let themselves get shot down first, neither of us backed down.

Somehow we managed to get into a Pugachev's Cobra. Maverick immediately told us that one of us should pull out as soon as possible. Neither one of us did. We were getting closer and closer to the ground, breaking the Hard Deck. Then suddenly, Rooster's jet launches a small missile which hits my jet, sending me to the ground. I pressed everyone button possible, then I pressed the eject button. My chair ejected before the cockpit could open fully so I clipped my head on the edge of the glass, which at the speed that i was ejected out of knocked me unconscious.

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I was in a hospital bed. I hadn't woke up yet but I could hear things. People talking. The beeping of machines. Doctors talking. But the one thing that stood out to me was the voices of Bradshaw and Maverick. Both of them were apologising.

"I'm really sorry Y/N, it was an accident, I didn't mean to press that fucking button!" Bradshaw whisper-shouted as I heard him place flowers at the side of the bed. Then there was Maverick.

"Oh Y/N/N..." I told him not to use that name. "I'm so sorry... for what I did... for how I did it... and for leaving you, even when I said I wouldn't..." Maverick sounded like he was crying.

That was when it happened, I had had a seizure. From what I heard I was having a seizure, I felt completely fine. But that's the thing, I wasn't fine for long. I lost complete consciousness, no voices, no sounds, pure darkness. Great.

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Endless Love (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw) - Chapter 1

summary - Y/N Y/L/N and Bradley Bradshaw have had a rivalry ever since they both attended the same academy. Every chance they took, they always tried to one up each other. One day, Bradley takes the rivalry too far and Y/N ends up in the hospital with serious injuries. Will it make Y/N want to get him back twice as worse? Or will it make her realise that this rivalry between them is childish?

warnings - swearing, enemies to lovers, mention of serious injury, traumatic episodes, reader traumatised from what happened, smut, slowburn, seizures, flashbacks

a/n - hiya girliesss! this is my very FIRST series on here! i rlly hope u guys like it! enjoyyyyyy! xx

Bradley Bradshaw and I have always had a rivalry since we were at the academy. I think I'm better than him, he thinks he's better than me. However, on paper, we were just as good as each other. Same scores on all tests and practical tests. Same amount of medals. Same amount of almost everything. I realised that, but wanted to change the fact that we were the same. Because I earned my place at Top Gun. I literally flew from Greater Manchester to San Diego for Top Gun! I had to work hard enough for the money, enough money for the ticket, visa, small shitty apartment, furniture. Everything.

When I was talking to Cyclone the other day - because of an argument that me and Rooster had - he said that we were actually quite alike. I scoffed at the idea. How could me and Bradshaw me similar? I completely disagreed with Cyclone and voiced my opinions, knowing what the consequences of opposing my superior, but to my shock he respected me for standing up to him as not many people do these days. His words, not mine. 

It was now the first official day at Top Gun, well, not really, but everyone was going to be at the Hard Deck to meet each other and celebrate that we got into Top Gun, the best of the best.

I was one of the last to arrive (shit traffic) and my eyes immediately found another female aviator. Thank fucking God. So glad I'm not the only one. I confidently walked over and introduced myself.

"Hi, I'm Vandal. But you can call me Y/N." I stick my hand out for her to shake and I can tell she is just as relieved as me to not be the only woman here.

"Phoenix, but you can call me Nat." She had a confident smile on her face.

She told me everyone's names, Hangman (who she calls Bagman to piss him off), Coyote (basically Hangman's ass kisser, Nat's words not mine), Fanboy, Payback, Bob and then she pointed to the person I disliked most in the world, Bradshaw. Great, I knew he was coming to Top Gun because he tried to shove it in my face when he found out, but I just wish he wasn't here right now. Phoenix obviously saw the way I rolled my eyes with a groan. 

"What? You don't like the pornstache?" She has a smirk on her face as she points over to Bradshaw who is most definitely locking lips with some poor blonde girl who thinks he's into her for more than sex.

"Well, on top of that, we went to the same academy. He was a total prick. But so was I. In a way, we kind of have a rivalry going on. About who is better than who." Phoenix raised a brow as she listened.

"Oh so you're the 'British bitch' he's always complaining about!" Phoenix has a happy but surprised look on her face.

"British bitch? He needs some originality with insults." I roll my eyes as my gaze finds Bradshaw, as per, picking up girls after ditching the blonde. Guess he got bored of her.

"Why do you two have that rivalry anyway? I've asked Rooster about it but he never actually answers it." I roll my eyes again and sigh.

"Because we both can't put up with being the same, one of us has to be on top. It best be me though, I don't like coming second." I cross my arms as I glare at Bradshaw. I hate him. Why can't he just put up with being second? I mean, I had to most my life until I joined the academy, so it mustn't be that hard.

"Seems you're quite the competitive one." Phoenix has a smirk on her face as she crosses her arms. "Want a game of pool? Heard Bagman is 'undefeated' so I really hope you can burst his ego."

My ears immediately perk up at the mention of a competition. especially someone who is 'undefeated.' Not for any longer though.

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"Oh come on! Beginners luck!" Hangman couldn't deal with the fact that someone actually beat him at pool, let alone a female. I smirk at him as I have just potted the winning ball.

"Come on Jake, you gotta just deal with finally being beaten." I raise a brow, my smirk growing bigger as Hangman's anger is seeping from him.

"What about a game of darts? Closest to... 180 wins." Hangman sticks out his hand for me to shake, I fake thinking about it for a second before eagerly shaking his hand.

"Ladies first." Hangman gestures for me to stand in front of the dart board.

"Age before beauty." I gesture for him to stand there, he stood in front of the dart board in defeat. He threw all 3 darts and scored 175. Now its my turn.

I take a deep breath and focus. I threw my first dart. It landed on a triple 20! Now I just have to get two more. I threw my second dart, landed on a triple 20 again. I could hear Hangman groan. Which only made my confidence grow. I threw my last dart. It landed on another triple 20!

"That's 180 Hangman! I win!" I had a triumphant smirk on my face as Hangman has all but defeat in his eyes.

"Aww don't be so upset Hangman, you're still second best." I had an evil smirk as Phoenix can't help but laugh.

"How? No one and I mean no one has ever beaten me at darts!" Hangman runs a hand through his hair as he gets a better look at the dart board to see if one of my darts was just close enough to the area above or below it. They weren't.

"Guess because I wasn't here." I pat him on his back and gesture to the bartender if I could get two more beers. One for me and one for Hangman.

"Here Bagman, to make you feel better." I giggle as I pass him the beer.

The rest of the night went by like a breeze. Hangman demanding a rematch every 10 minutes, me and Phoenix gossiping, Fanboy, Payback and Coyote playing pool, Bob sat near the wall nearly out of sight, and Bradshaw, at the piano with another girl on his lap as he sings Great Balls of Fire by Jerry Lee Lewis.

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Spencer Reid X Reader - "You are smarter than me."

summary: there's a competition between you and reid about who is smarter than who. when he finally confesses something y/n can't get it out of her head so confronts reid about it.

warnings: unknown pining (reader was too busy trying to one up spencer), swearing, making out

a/n: hey girliessss! av jus started watching criminal minds and i love spencer's character! don't know if this is completely accurate of his character so pls don't come for me 😂😂 anywaysssss enjoyyyyy xx

spencer reid x fem!reader

Spencer Reid was and still very much is a pain in my arse. We both have IQs of 187, able to read 20,000 words per minute, have 3 PhDs and he thinks it's a competition, but I'm smart enough to know that if we actually put our smarts together then we'd make an unstoppable team for the BAU. However, he thinks it's a stupid competition of who is actually smarter.

So instead of being a normal human being and talking things through with Reid, I decided to play his little game because I've grown to absolutely love pissing him off. It's become my new favorite hobby.

"This guy seems to be a complete psychopath, he shows barely any sympathy. He only has a few close relationships with people, but he even takes advantage of them." Reid says as we're talking about the new guy we're profiling. However, this reminded me of something. Reid is explaining a sociopath, not a psychopath.

"Actually, Reid, you're describing a sociopath. Psychopaths have no empathy while sociopaths have some empathy. And this sociopath we're dealing with has a few close bonds with few people. However, psychopaths have no close bonds with anyone, as they find people easy to manipulate and just a little puppet. The guy we're dealing with enjoys hurting people for personal gain, not enjoyment like a psychopath would." Reid's facial expression makes me grin. He's pissed.

"Good work Y/N." Gideon pats my shoulder as he walks away to get a cup of coffee.

I give Reid a smug look as I go towards the little breakroom. I can feel him quickly following after me, God I love pissing him off, kind of makes me forget that he's so good-looking.

As I get to the breakroom, it's empty, I go towards the cupboard and grab my special mug with little daisies all over the mug with a light blue background. I put a tea bag in the mug and go to put the kettle on but Reid gets in the way.

"Care to move out of the way Reid?" I say as politely as I can but it's hard with the look on his face, I can tell he's angry angry.

"Care to stop making me look like a dumbass?" His jaw tensed as I smirked at how pissed he was.

"Maybe educate yourself a little more then you'd stop looking like a dumbass. It's not my fault I'm smarter than you. One day you're just going to have to deal with it." Reid seems to be getting angrier and angrier with every word I say.

"You are not smarter than me Y/L/N. Just because we have the same IQ, both have 3 PhDs - in which one of them is practically useless - and can read 20,000 words per minute does not mean you're even as smart as me." Reid's tone reeks with venom laced in every word.

"Actually, my degree in biochemistry may be useless to you. But, it's not as useless as you think because it's helped solve cases faster than without my biochemistry PhD. So you are yet again wrong." My smug grin only becomes bigger as I correct him for the 4th time this week. It's Monday.

For once, Reid was absolutely speechless. Not really the reaction I was looking for. And on top of that, his facial expression was calm. Makes me feel uneasy. Very uneasy.

"You know what Y/N. I'm just going to end this right now. You are smarter than me. And you want to know why I'm admitting all of this right now? Because I am tired of pretending that we don't want each other. I'm tired of pretending not to see the look on your face when I'm wearing that particular shirt that I know you like." My breathe hitches at even the slightest mention of that shirt, he always looks so damn good in it. "And I know you're getting tired of it too, especially because of the glances you send my way from your desk." He was now inches away from my face, his breathe fanning against my ear.

As he finished talking, he pulled his face away gave me a small knowing smile and walked out of the room. I was flabbergasted. Reid wanted me? Like in that way?

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For the rest of the day, I stared at the case files. What Reid said took me aback. Not even I knew how I felt about him until he mentioned all those things.

I was taken out of my trance when someone knocked at the door. "Come in." I sigh as I lean back in my chair. When the door opens, I see JJ.

"JJ, what's up?" JJ sits down in the chair opposite mine. She has a warm smile on her face as we make eye contact.

"We've cracked the case! It wasn't the husband who killed her. It was the gardener because he was having an affair with the husband and wanted the husband all for himself!" JJ was ecstatic, it took us almost 3 weeks to crack this case.

"How did you figure it out?" I leaned on my desk, almost as happy as JJ finding out that we cracked the case.

"Wasn't me, it was you." I leaned back in my chair in shock.

"Me? What did I do?" JJ smiled and leaned forward on my desk.

"Reid told us that your correction to his mistake helped him find out that the gardener was a diagnosed sociopath and the only person who fit the description. At first the gardener wasn't even considered by how well he and the husband covered up their affair!" I leaned back in my chair, guess Reid really meant it when he said our 'competition' was over.

"Glad I was able to help." I had a small awkward smile on my face, the mention of Reid reminded me of what he had said to me earlier.

"Also, we're all going out to celebrate. The bar 2 blocks from your apartment building. 8 o'clock." She smiles at me before closing the door.

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As I arrived at the bar, everyone was there. JJ, Garcia, Morgan, Gideon, Hotchner, Greenaway. And Reid. God why did he have to look so good? The way he styled his hair, the clothes he wore, the way he presented himself.

I made my way to JJ and Garcia who, from what I heard on my way over, were talking about how buzzed they were about solving the murder.

"Y/N! Heard you were the one who solved the case! Well done! Proud of you flower!" Garcia hugged me, I looked over her shoulder to see Reid staring at me, he had a look on his face that I couldn't pinpoint and haven't ever seen before. Especially not on his face.

"Thank you. It was Reid who helped me actually. If he didn't make a small error I wouldn't have even mentioned that the killer was a sociopath." I tucked some hair behind my ear as I smiled shyly.

"Reid told us you'd say that. Speaking of, how come you and Reid are giving the credit to each other? Usually you both argue for the credit." JJ had a suspicious look on her face as Garcia stated this.

"We just had a chat in the breakroom and decided it was the adult thing to do and stop our little competition we had going on." JJ and Garcia wasn't convinced but they nodded their heads anyway.

As the night went on, everyone except for me and Reid got drunk. Because I don't really like being around drunk people, I sat in a booth away from everyone else.

I was looking through Instagram on my phone when I felt the seat next to me dip with someone's weight. I looked up from my phone to see Reid next to me.

"Hey Reid, what's up?" Reid had the same look on his face from earlier. Made heat rush straight to my face.

"You still thinking about what I said earlier?" He rested his face on his hand as he stared at me intently. The heat in my face only grew more as he spoke. I never noticed how much I actually like the sound of his voice.

"What exactly did you say Reid?" I tease him a little bit. I remember exactly what he said. Word. For. Fucking. Word.

"Please don't make me say it again, I had a sudden urge of confidence in that moment and just then." He leaned back and looked at me pleadingly.

It made me giggle. How introverted he is but when he wants to be he can be the most extroverted person ever.

"Don't worry love, I remember and cannot stop thinking about what you said." I leaned closer to him, leaving just a few inches between our faces.

"R-really? I... I-I was kind of hoping you wouldn't." He had an awkward and embarrassed look on his face.

"And why's that?" I lean slightly closer, I can feel his breathe quicken.

"B-because you obviously don't feel the same way, the way you oppose me every chance you get, the way you look at me when I correct you, the tone of voice you use when you speak to me. The facts are there Y/N, to anyone it'd seem like you almost hate me in a way." When Reid was stating the facts I felt horrible, he thought I hated him. I could never hate him, I just hate when people correct me.

"Spencer. I don't hate you. I could never hate you. I just hate when someone corrects me. Especially when we're in front of other people that I care about the opinions of. It's because when someone corrects me, I feel like a failure. When it used to happen in school, I'd always go red in the face and want to curl up in a ball. It's nothing against you Spencer." Reid's face lit up.

"That's the first time you've used my first name. And you used it twice!" He had the biggest smile on his face.

"That's all you could focus on?" I chuckle and lean back then forward again.

"Well not actually, but it's a huge thing because we've known each other for years and you've always called me Reid because we've always had this sort of rivalry going on-"

"Shut up and kiss me Reid." I say before placing both my hands on his cheeks and connecting our lips. He kissed me back after quickly processing what I just did.

His hand went to my waist shortly after to pull me closer. His other hand went to my neck and pushed my head closer to his. The kiss was desperate but also freeing.

We eventually pulled away to catch our breath and giggled like school children as we made eye contact.

"I guess the facts are not there." He breathed out a chuckle, his hands staying where he had placed them, not wanting to let go. Of me. Of this moment.

"Guess you don't know everything Spencer." I had a smug smile on my face. He rolled his eyes before he peppers my face with kisses.

"You have always been such an ass Y/L/N." I mock an offended look on my face and place my hand on my heart.

"Such a hurtful thing to say Reid." We both giggle as we lean in for another kiss.

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Robert "Bob" Floyd X Reader - What's a wallflower?

summary: Coyote sets Y/N and Bob up with some alone time. Bob thinks Y/N hates him but it's the complete opposite and he has no idea.

Warnings: swearing, kissing, fanboy being a matchmaker

a/n: hey girliessss! its been a looooooong time since the last time i posted anything. hope u enjoyyyyyy xx

robert “bob” floyd x fem!reader

Robert Floyd was a very shy man on the outside. I always admired him. The way he just sees and hears everything without being seen himself. Like a wallflower.

All of us are at the Hard Deck, Bradley is trying to pick up a girl at the bar. So was Hangman. Fanboy, Coyote, Payback and Phoenix were all chatting with each other while playing pool, as was I. And out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bob, eating from a cup of peanuts with his drink at the side of him.

He hadn't yet seen me staring as he was watching Bradley try and pull the girl beside him. Did he think the girl was attractive? If he did, I think he's lost his shot at being with her because Bradley is now locking lips with her. Gross.

"Y/N! You listening? It's your turn to shoot." Fanboy shouted to me waving his hand in front of my face. I blinked, shook my head a little then looked to Fanboy.

"Uh sorry. Lost focus for a second." Fanboy gave me a knowing look. He was the only one, other than Bradley (my cousin), that knows I may or may not have a thing for Bob. Bradley only knows because he guessed and I couldn't stop smiling when he mentioned Bob's name.

I grabbed the pool cue off of Fanboy and looked around the table to see where I could pot a ball. I moved around the table and found my shot. I lined my cue up with the white ball, then looked up to see Bob intently watching me. I shook my head and refocused on the ball. I drew the cue back and hit it with enough force so that the ball potted. The white ball then hit another of our balls into one of the holes. Fanboy patted me on the back and said well done before I sat down.

It was now Fanboy's turn to shoot. But before he did, he shouted to Bob.

"Hey Bob! Please could you get my jacket out of Y/N's car? She'll help you find it, can't remember where I put it." My eyes instantly went to Fanboy. I shook my head slightly with a pleading look. I could not be around Bob alone. Last time I was I completely embarrassed myself. I didn't show my face to him for two weeks.

"U-uh sure!" Bob put down his cup of peanuts next to his drink and got up off the chair and headed towards me. "After you." He muttered with his eyes glued to the floor. I began to walk out and turned to give Fanboy a death stare.

The walk to the car was silent. And awkward. Very awkward.

I unlocked my car and decided to start off in the boot of the car while Bob started in the backseat.

"Not here!" Bob shouted as he then began to look in the front seat of the car. I muttered a quick "okay" before continuing looking in the back.

I was zoned out. Just moving things about, not actually looking for Fanboy's jacket.

"Do you like... hate me or something? Did I do something wrong?" I quickly snapped out of my trance and closed the boot so I could see Bob's face.

"Why would I hate you? You haven't done anything wrong..." I furrowed my brows but my tone was quiet.

"You barely talk to me. There was a period of time where you avoided me, I know that because every time you saw me you did a full 180 and practically ran the other way." With every sentence, Bob took a step towards me until he was only a few inches away from me.

"I... I do not hate you." I chuckle as I make eye contact with him, Bob had a serious look on his face.

"Then why do you always avoid me? There has to be a reason..." Bob really wanted to know... Should I tell him? What if he doesn't feel the same way? Fuck it. I'm gonna tell him.

"Bob... I... Fuck!" I couldn't get my words out. I ran a hand through my hair and breathed out through my nostrils.

"You should know already! You're like a fucking wallflower!" Bob's brows furrowed and head tilted to the right in confusion.

"What's a wallflower?" He seemed very confused. The way he looked right now was adorable though.

"It's someone who sees and hears everything around them but isn't seen." I chuckle as I look into his eyes. The moonlight made his face look absolutely ethereal.

"Oh right... But... You still haven't answered my question." Bob had a small smile on his face.

"I..." I sucked it up, he was probably gonna find out sooner or later. "I have feelings for you Bob..." I couldn't look at him, I didn't want to. He surely doesn't like me back.

When I looked up at Bob, he was looking at me with utter shock on his face. Oh no... Shit... I've probably just fucked everything up.

"It-It's alright if you don't feel the same. I don't actually know why I told you... I could've just come up with an excuse but I just said it out loud." I kept on rambling and rambling.

Bob then grabbed both my arms and shouted my name.

We looked at each other intently until our faces began getting closer to each other. Bob couldn't wait as his hands found place on my cheeks and connected his lips to mine. It was a sweet, soft kiss. Severely contrasting to the other guys I've kissed before.

My hands then traced his abs and up to the back of his neck. I pulled him closer and he backed me up against the boot of my car. My hand went up to tug at his hair to which he let out a groan to.

We then pulled away for some air and stared at each other with goofy smiles on our faces.

"I have wanted to do that for so long..." Bob says breathlessly. I giggle as his smile becomes impossibly goofier.

"Come on, let's go back inside." We both then head back inside the Hard Deck to which Bradly, Coyote, Hangman, Phoenix and Fanboy were waiting and cheered as we got back inside.

"Did you tell them all?" I asked, to which Fanboy gave me a smug grin and hugged me.

"Well done for deciding not to be a pussy anymore Y/N/N." He said in my ear, I hit him on his back in reply which received a laugh from him.

I then go over to Bob who took back his place on his chair next to the wall and rested my head on his shoulder.

I'm glad I decided not to be a pussy.

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Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw - Her

Summary - you’re Bradley’s best friend and he tells you who he loves which breaks your heart

Warnings - fluff, swearing, drinking

A/N - hiya me luvlys! how r u luvly people doing today? also, for whatever isn't requested specifically, the reader will always have a northern british accent, like a manchester accent. just a preference sorry ahaha xx

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x fem!reader

Bradley has been my best mate since I moved to America. I moved in right next door to him with my mum and dad and little sister Alya. We moved to America because my dad got a new job and thought it was best for all of us.

Bradley then became my best friend very quickly. The first day we met to be more precise. He stuck up for me when I were getting bullied during my first week of my new school. Some bitch decided to take the piss out of me and Alya cause we’re fucking Polish? Okay mate. Anyway, I’m getting side tracked here.

Bradley stuck up for me and Alya right off the bat. He was so sweet and he gave Alya his lunch cause them kids decided to fucking take her lunch which is just classic stupid ass bully shit from films.

Now god knows how many years later, we’re in the Navy, as Naval Aviators, went to different academies, and we’ve both been called to Top Gun. He was the first person I called to tell him. And I was the first person he called. We immediately went down to our favourite bar to celebrate, Alya coming as well cause she’s part of our group. But in all honesty, me and Bradley are closer.

Currently, me and Bradley are sat in his Bronco on our way to the Hard Deck to meet some of the other aviators. Hopefully there’s another woman there, if there isn’t I’m gonna be too overwhelmed with testosterone. I already get enough from Rooster over here.

Anyways, as soon as I got into the Navy, people gave me the callsign Fox (you can change the callsign and why you got it but I’m going to use this 😊) because “I’m a fox”, meaning I’m sexy, according to everyone at my academy. Which consisted of all men and one woman who was a WSO who soon retired to be with her family after a training scare. God I miss her, her callsign was Nyx. She was amazing. Bradley said I got my callsign because “I look cute but I’m a silent killer”. I like that reason better.

Back to the Hard Deck. Me and Bradley walked in talking about some shit we did back in high school. Which I am not proud of because it mostly consisted of making out with lads and getting stupidly drunk at parties which led to Bradley taking me home while I sang California Love.

As I looked around my eyes instantly landed on a woman with military uniform on and my eyes lit up. I quickly made my way toward her, accidentally leaving Bradley, and introduced myself.

“Hi, oh my God, you don’t know how happy I am to see another female aviator here…” I looked to her name tag and saw her callsign, Phoenix. “Phoenix! I’m Y/N. But my callsign’s Fox. It’s really nice to know I won’t suffer with too much testosterone alone.” I was rambling at this point, but she didn’t seem to mind. She smiled and nodded at everything I said.

“It really is a relief, before you came over here I thought I would be alone with all these guys. And I love your callsign. How’d you get it?” Phoenix gave me a inquisitive look and I smiled remembering the day some jackass gave it to me.

“Because I’m ‘foxy’ then everyone started calling me it and it just stuck. Because of some fucking wankstain that gave it to me.” Phoenix then burst into laughter as I said “wankstain”.

“Guys are like that all the time, especially Hangman over there.” She points to a guy and he looks like a real life Ken doll.

“Just this moment I thought he was a 6’2 Ken doll. He looks fucking plastic. Wondered why the Hard Deck would put a Ken Doll display up in here.” Phoenix then began laughing to the point she had to hold her stomach.

As Phoenix gained composure, I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I turned to look around and saw Bradley. I smiled up at him and rested my head on his hand.

“I see you’ve already met Phoenix.” Bradley stretched his arm across my shoulder and smirked at Phoenix. Does he like her? Why would I care anyway? Do I care? Does he like her though?

“Yep, and I like her more than you already.” I turned my body to face Bradley and he placed his hand on his heart in mock hurt.

“That hurts my feelings sweetheart, how dare you.” The new nickname brought heat to my cheeks. I looked down to my feet quickly then looked back up to him and put a smirk on my face.

“Aww poor Bradley, come on Phoenix we need to give him a hug. He’s having a bad day today.” I made a pouty face and Bradley just stood there with a pissed off smile.

“Shut up Y/N. You know you love me.” I rolled my eyes as Bradley came up and and hugged me by my side.

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“Bro, I can’t be arsed with getting up so early just to meet who we’re gonna be trained by.” I said to Rooster as he took a swig of the shared bottle of Apple Sourz that I got an hour before meeting up with him in his Bronco.

“Best not be some prick who’s full of himself. I swear if he is and he tries anything wiv me, you, Bob or Phoenix am gonna spark him out.” Bradley lets out a hearty laugh and pats my shoulder.

“You British people sure do have a way with words sweetheart.” There it is again. The nickname. It brings heat up to my cheeks yet again and it’s not dark enough to hide so Bradley can see it.

“Are you blushing Y/N?” I immediately look away as my worries were confirmed. Bradley saw me fucking blush. Great.

“No why?” I pretended to be oblivious to the raging red covering my face. It got even darker as Bradley squinted his eyes at me, getting a better look at the rouge covering my whole face most likely.

"You're as red as a tomato Y/N. Is something wrong then? If you're not blushing then why is your face red?" I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me, I may be called Fox but I don't think I can get myself out of this one.

"It's getting a bit hot? That's why. It's getting hot." Bradley rolled his eyes at my answer. But he didn't press on it any more. We sat in silence for what felt like forever. Until I broke the silence.

"Bradley?" Bradley sat up and turned to look at me before nodding his head for me to continue.

"How come you've never had a long term girlfriend? I'm sorry for asking but I've always wanted to know because, not gonna lie you are quite easy on the eyes so I just don't understand it." Bradley's eyes widened in shock. I was lying when I said he was "quite easy on the eyes" he's fucking gorgeous! He's fucking perfect for God's sake!

I immediately regretted what I said and before he could even open his mouth I blurted out, "Shit! Sorry! I don't know why I even said that. Just ignore it, you don't have to-" Bradley cut me off by putting his hand over my mouth.

"It's okay Y/N/N, I'm fine with answering any questions you have for me. We're best friends after all, aren't we?" I nodded in response.

"It's because I never truly or fully like or love them. There's something stopping me from doing that. Because I like that thing so much better and all I do is compare them to her." My eyes widened and heart broke, he was in love with someone? That's why he's never had a long term girlfriend? Because he's in love with another woman?

"Her?" Is all I could say. Tears threatened to come out of my eyes, I couldn't cry in front of him after he said that. It'd make it obvious that I was in love with him.

"Yeah, and she's amazing, I think I love her in all honesty. She's smart, she's funny, she's beautiful and she's brave..." I had to look away so Bradley didn't see me cry. She already sounds so much better than I could ever be and he only named 4 things about her.

"And she's got a Callsign that she hates but I absolutely love..." He grabbed my chin with his index finger and thumb and made me look at him.

"And do you wanna know what her Callsign is?" I nodded my head, wanting to know this amazing woman who made Bradley swoon for her.

"Fox." My heart literally stopped. I couldn't breath. The tears completely stopped and I couldn't help the massive smile that was painted across my face.

"Me?" I just wanted to confirm it. Confirm I wasn't imagining that he said my Callsign.

"Yes you. You're the reason I've never had a girlfriend for longer than a month. Because to me, you're so much better than all of them combined. And before you ask, the reason I didn't tell you is because I thought that if I had told you, you wouldn't feel the same and it would ruin our friendship. And yes I know that that's what every guy says to his girl best friend in most of the movies we've watched. So don't even comment on that." In response to his confession, I threw myself on him in a big hug that knocked him onto his back on the bonnet of his Bronco.

After I pulled away from the hug, I looked into Bradley's eyes and smiled. He loved me. Bradley fucking Bradshaw loves me!

"I love you too Bradley. I always have and I always will." Before he could reply, I connected our lips as I ran my hand threw his hair. His mustache tickled my top lip and it made me giggle slightly. Bradley almost immediately kissed back as his hands trailed down my torso to my waist and pulled my closer. I swiped my tongue across his bottom lip asking for permission and he quickly allowed it. Bradley then squeezed my waist which elicited a slight moan from my mouth.

When we both finally pulled away, Bradley had a look in his eyes that I've never seen before. I furrowed my brows, confused at his expression. "What?" I questioned him and all he did was smile more than he already was.

"I've just realised that my life is perfect now that I have you. And no one else can have you." I rolled my eyes with a playful smile on my face.

"You have to pop the question before you can say that, Rooster." We both now had the same smirk on our faces.

"Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you be my girlfriend?" He had a charming mixed with excited smile on his face. One I couldn't say no to of course.

"I would love to be." With that, he pulled my into another kiss.

I finally felt at ease with him. He is basically my emotional support animal but a human. He's always been there for me and now he's my boyfriend. I couldn't be any happier than this right now. Nothing can beat what I'm feeling right now.

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Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw - I’m here honey

Summary - Bradley Bradshaw pisses you off to your limit. You lose it with him because of stuff going on back home and end up in his arms.

Warnings - swearing, fluff, making out

A/N - the reader has a manchester accent xoxo

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x fem!reader

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw. Where do I even begin?

Well, why don't I start off with, he is a cocky arrogant mother fucker. God he makes me want to claw my eyes out everyone time he flirts with a girl. I mean, what do they even see in him? Sure, he's fit n all. But he's just an arrogant prick that thinks he can get what he wants.

He just writhes in it. He loves it. He's just a twat overall to be honest. and he knows just how to get under my skin. Like right now.

Me and the Dagger Squad are at the Hard Deck, and oh my fucking days, he's just showing off as much as he can. And everyone knows how much I don't like pricks like him. People who show off just for attention. Like, why? To some dumb fuckers he's amazing, but to everyone else, he's just a douchebag.

"Hey! Bradshaw!" Hangman shouted across the room to Rooster who just so happened to be chatting up some blonde bird who probably didn't even have enough brain cells to know that he just wanted a shag tonight. "Come have a round of darts with me Rooster!"

Bradshaw bid farewell to the clueless girl and sauntered over to the rest of the Dagger Squad. He gave me an obnoxious wink which earned an eyeroll from me. Phoenix saw then walked over to sit on the stool next to me.

"You know he just wants a reaction from you? He loves the attention and you know it." I rolled my eyes with a smirk. She gave me a knowing look.

"Yeah, I know. But he just aggravates me tha much tha I can't do much bout it. It's jus automatic now init?" Phoenix laughed at my words. Probably cause of my accent. She loves it so much.

"Then try not to give him a reaction. Like every time he says something stupid or that you don't like. Shut your eyes, take a deep breath, and ignore it." Her advice was actually really good. But not for me.

"Easier said than done Nat. I've just grown up to react to every little thing that happens. Probably the household I were raised in." She patted my shoulder and chuckled a bit.

"I think I'm gonna go outside for a sec. For a toot." A toot means vape. I literally had to explain this about 10,000 times to Phoenix.

She chuckles then gestures to the door. I then walked outside to sit on the bench and got my vape out of my pocket. I took a drag then turned on my phone to reply to my little sister's message that I should have answered hours ago. She was texting me, updating me about how our Nana was back in England. She got diagnosed with cancer a few months ago then started chemo a week after. It's been draining for everyone. And I can't even go to see her because I live so fucking far away.

When I opened the text, my heart dropped and my whole body had gone numb.

she's gone Y/N/N, ik u can't come rn cos ur on duty n everything but i jus thought u needed to know. come as soon as u want xxxxxx

I just sat there. Numb. Frozen. No emotion. No sadness. Nothing. Nada. Absolutely fuck all. I couldn't think straight. Why didn't I at least go see her once? I didn't even get to say goodbye to her. Didn't get to tell her I got into Top Gun which has, well had, always been her dream for me. She wanted me to do it to prove all them dumb ass men that a woman could do what they do but better.

And now, she'll never know. She probably hated me before she died cause I didn't visit her. What if she was upset about it? What if she thought I forgot about her? What if she thought that I stopped caring about her? So many thoughts were running through my head. Different things being said in my head. But they all went quiet when I saw Phoenix walk through the door to outside. Probably to come check on me, God knows how long I've just been sat there staring at my phone. At the text.

"Hey Y/C/S, you okay?" She had a trace of worry laced in her voice and expression. I gave her a tight-lipped smile and nodded.

"I'm great thank you." I faked a happy smile as I got up and gestured for her to follow me back into the Hard Deck.

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It's been about a week since I got the text from Y/L/S/N. I haven't even reacted how someone would normally react to their family member dying. I didn't even reply back to Y/L/S/N. Just left her on opened.

I just acted like everything was okay. No one seemed to notice except one person. Bradshaw. I could tell by the way he looks at me that he knows something is wrong. But he hasn't asked.

Also, I found out I won't be able to make it to the funeral. Which is great. I'll just say my goodbyes another time. Hopefully Nana will understand. She always did.

Right now, we're having a briefing for the day. Which consists of absolutely fuck all, no flying, just some theory work we need to get done apparently.

I came in late so I sadly had to sit next to Bradshaw whose been looking at me like I'm an idiot for the past week. And it's actually quite unnerving.

After the briefing finished, I went straight to the unisex bathrooms to wash my face and clear my head for at least a few minutes. That was until I heard the door open. I looked to the source of the sound to see Bradshaw. Great. Why does he always come near me at the worst times? It's like he has a sixth sense about this shit.

"Hey Y/C/S, are you okay? You seem a bit off." He had worry and concern plastered on his face and in his voice. I nodded by head as I looked at the ground.

"Why? Why do you even care? It's not like we're friends or anything? And it's none of your business anyway?" I only glanced up at him for half a second before looking back down. It's tiring playing this whole "I'm happy and nothing's wrong!" facade. It's tiring keeping a smile on my face. Making the same type of jokes as if nothing has happened. Cause something has happened. And I haven't even reacted in the proper, normal way.

"I just wanna know. Cause I've gotta be honest... I'm a little worried about you. Something about you's changed. You seem a little less yourself." I'm sorry, but how the fuck has Rooster, out of everyone I've been around for the past week, noticed but no one else fucking has?

"Nothing is wrong Rooster. And even if there was, why would I talk about it with you? All you do and seem to like doing is piss me off." I finally looked up at him. Annoyance clear on my face.

"I only do that shit because I thought we were both joking around with each other. And I thought we were friends. But I guess I was wrong about that." He looked me dead in the eye then walked out.

I looked back in the mirror and made myself look presentable before going back outside from the toilets.

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It's now been 2 months after the funeral. I'm a little gutted that I couldn't be there to say goodbye. But obviously I wouldn't have been allowed to go, I'm on duty still and I hadn't even told anyone about it. Not even Phoenix. And it's gonna stay that way for as long as I can make it.

I was in the changing room having a shower. Luckily, I had made it short cause as I got out of the shower I heard someone come into the changing rooms.

It was Bradshaw. Yet again.

"Alright Y/N, I was going to let you tell someone at your own pace but just tell me now. What has gotten you so upset that you're just acting like a robot? And don't give me any of that bullshit 'nothing's wrong and I'm fine' crap because I won't believe you." After he finished I got right back to getting changed. I didn't even acknowledge his chasing after me when I went into a cubicle for some privacy.

As soon as I had gotten out the cubicle to put my shoes on, Bradshaw was standing right outside.

"For fuck sake Bradshaw! Why won't you just leave me alone about it?" I looked him dead in the eye with nothing short of anger. I've been feeling a lot of that lately. And every single time is because of Bradley fucking Bradshaw.

"Because you're acting like someone's fucking died! You're acting all numb and shit!" As soon as he finished his sentence, I finally broke down. After fuck knows how many months of my body not allowing me to even react in a normal way after finding out my Nana had cancer. I had finally broke down.

I dropped to my knees and curled up in a ball as I leaned against the wall. Tear after tear after tear. I couldn't stop. Even if I wanted to.

I looked up at the ceiling until I felt hands on my arms rubbing up and down on them. I looked down and saw Bradshaw, sat on the ground in front of me looking at me dead in the eyes. Something came over me and I just threw myself at him into a hug. He instantly wrapped his arms around me as he tried his best to comfort me.

He was shushing me like I was a crying baby, which I practically was if I'm being honest, and telling me that it's all gonna be okay and that he's here with me. After about 10 minutes of solid crying, I calmed down and looked up at Bradshaw.

We were close. Like very close. Close enough that I could feel his breath fan over my face and see the little hazel specs in his eyes. and all the scars on his cheeks and neck. I scanned his face as he did the same with mine. Then I realised. We were still in each other's embrace. But neither one of us attempted to pull away.

"Thank you Bradley." I said to him with the first genuine, but small, smile I had done in months. As I looked at him more, I realised how gorgeous he actually was. And how much of my type he was.

"No problem sweetheart." That nickname. That fucking nickname shouldn't have affected me the way it did. It made my whole body feel warm. It made blood rise to my cheeks.

In that moment, I don't know what came over me but I quickly pressed my lips against his. But he froze, at first I thought it was just shock but after a few seconds he was still frozen. I quickly pulled away and pulled myself out of his embrace and stood up.

"Fuck. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I don't know why I even did that. By your reaction you didn't like it either." I started to chuckle nervously. Why the fuck did I do that? I've never liked him, not even in a friend way so why the fuck did I choose to do that? I kept on rambling on and on with myself, saying my thoughts out loud for Rooster to hear.

"Y/N." I ignored him and kept on waffling on with myself.

"Y/N." He said a bit more stern at me. I still ignored him and kept talking.

"Y/N!" That finally got my attention. I looked up at him, on the brink of another few tears coming out of my eyes.

"What?" I looked at him softly and looked for any expression other than one that said 'I don't like you, and I didn't like that kiss either so please leave me alone' because that would just make my day worse.

"You shouldn't be sorry. I've wanted to do that ever since we started Top Gun honey. I was just really shocked that you did it because you've never even hinted you liked me. So... could we do that again?" All I did was nod before connecting our lips again.

Bradley wrapped his arms around my waist as I did the same but behind his neck. The kiss was slow, soft. Just the way I liked it. He began to move his hands and caressed the sides of my body. I slid my hands up his neck into his hair and pulled on it slightly, which earned a slight moan from him.

We both pulled away for air. I looked into his eyes and it felt different with him now. Felt nicer. Comfier. He smiled at me as we both came out of the embrace.

“Do you come over to my house? After work?” I asked him as I dipped down to grab my bag. He nodded with a happy smile.

“Yeah, I’d like that. That’s be great Y/N.” I gave Bradley a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before practically skipping out the changing rooms.

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After work, I just wanted to drive home, have a shower and go to sleep. I didn’t have any plans anyway, did I? Just to check I looked at my calendar and had nothing. So I just walked back to my car and started to drive home.

As I got to my door, I rummaged through my bag, found my keys, and unlocked the door. I couldn’t even be arsed to have a shower so I flopped onto my couch and lost it again. I began balling my eyes out and shoved my face into my pillow.

I must’ve forgot to lock the door because I heard the door open and quickly sat up, alert. Not knowing who or what just opened my front door. As soon as I saw Bradley turn round the corner, I tried to wipe my tears away without him seeing.

“You okay honey?” I just nodded my head weakly as he came and sat down next to me. I leaned my head on his shoulder as I wrapped my arm around his stomach. He wrapped his around my shoulder and stroked it reassuringly.

“I don’t know why it’s taken me this long to actually react to it.” He looked at me confused with his brows furrowed. Of course he didn’t know, I hadn’t told him and now he probably thinks I’m weird.

“Taken this long for you to react to what?” That’s when the waterworks came back yet again. Why the fuck did they have to start at the slightest mention of my Nana being dead? Gone forever?

“3 months ago my Nana died. I just didn’t react. No crying. No being sad. Nothing. Literally nothing. And then when you said I’m acting like someone died, it flipped a switch. Like it turned my reactions on again. And I- I- I just want her back. I didn’t even get to fucking say goodbye to her Bradley! Imagine that, not being by their side when they’re gone. Let alone being in a whole different fucking country!” I sat up and threw my cushion across the room, angry at myself for not even trying to see her. I guess I didn’t want to. I didn’t want the image of her being up and healthy to go away so I just stayed here. In America.

“Oh honey. It’s not your fault.” I shook my head vigorously. I stood up and looked at his form on the couch.

“But Bradley it is my fault. She had all these plans for me. And when I found out she got cancer, I didn’t even try to go visit her. I didn’t want to. I never made any effort whatsoever.” At that, I dropped to my knees tears coming one after the other.

Bradley was quick to move to hug my and comfort me. “Don’t worry Y/N. I’m here honey. For whatever you need. And it is not your fault. At all. I get why you didn’t want to see her, you didn’t want the image of her being happy and healthy to be replaced by someone that isn’t her but looks like her.” He rubbed my arms then picked me up and sat back on the couch with me on his lap. I tightly hugged him, not wanting to let go in fear of him disappearing.

“Thank you Bradley. Thank you so fucking much. And I’m sorry for being a dick to you.” I apologised profusely as I wiped my tears away and smiled up at him.

He kissed me on my forehead and smiled at me. “Oh honey. It’s alright. And I think I was the dick in this situation. Because all I did was show off to you like a pretentious prick. All because I wanted your attention.” And that’s when it hit me. He wanted my attention.

“W-what?” He chuckled at my confusion.

“I tried to get your attention in every way I could, because the first time I saw you, I just thought ‘wow, she’s fucking gorgeous’ and I couldn’t get you out of my head since.” I looked at him with confusion which then changed to something else that I can’t quite put my finger on.

Instead of replying I just placed my lips on his in a hungry yet soft manner. He quickly reciprocated this and placed his hands on the back of my head to deepen the kiss. After a while it turned into a full blown make out session. Like the ones I used to have back in high school. And probably the same for him.

We both pulled away at the same time, and as I scanned his face, all he did was stare into my eyes with something that looked like love? I don't know, my experience comes from cunts who just wanted a shag so yeah.

"Be my girlfriend." Bradley looked at me with a seriousness I've never seen on his face before. I raised an eyebrow.

"Excuse me?" I gave a questioning look when he shook his head and chuckled to himself.

"I'm sorry- I- I mean, will you be my girlfriend?" He said with the same look in his eyes as before. I pondered on the question until I had my answer.

"Yes, only if you tell and show all them girls that you're now mine." Bradley gave me a cheeky smirk and he lay me down on the couch and placed a chaste kiss on my lips.

"Of course honey. I'd love to do that for you." We both smiled at each other until our lips were connected once again.

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Jake “Hangman” Seresin - Głupia Cipa

Summary - You and Jake Seresin have never liked each other. Or that’s what you showed to each other and everyone else around you.

Warnings - swearing, sexual tension, fluff

Reader’s Callsign - Ghost

Btw the reader is Polish and has a Northern British accent. :)

jake "hangman" seresin x fem!reader

Jake “Hangman” Seresin is a twat. To put it short, he’s a dick eating, stupid twat. I’ve never liked him and he’s never liked me. And I wanna keep it that way. Because I don’t want some shithead like him being anything other than what he is now in my life. Just another person on our team that I have to acknowledge every second I’m at Top Gun.

Which is a lot.

Today though, when we had a meeting and I was late I had to sit next to Hangman. He has no special awareness whatsoever. His arms were splayed across the desk and his was manspreading more than usual. Probably because he knew I was late.

So I just walked up to the seat, moved his arm across the desk vigorously and picked his leg up and moved it closer to his other one until I had enough space to actually sit down. This all earned me an eye roll and a scoff. I looked towards him to give him a glare and he was already looking at me probably with the same idea.

The briefing was quite long. And during that time Hangman managed to tap his pencil until I snatched it off him and snapped it, nudged me ‘accidentally’ about 10 billion times and started tapping his heel on the floor which made such an irritable sound that I would rather rip my own eardrums out than listen to any longer.

But today, I decided to be petty and got back at him every time. After he was tapping his pencil, I started to click my pen - which he hated more than anything, except me of course - and after he nudged me, I elbowed him in the ribs which he let out a choked groan every time, and finally after he started clicking his boots on the floor I stomped on his foot to stop it (which earned another choked out groan).

So overall, after the briefing my day was a lot better. I was proud of myself. I usually am quite petty with Hangman but today I really did it.

Me, Phoenix, Bob and Rooster decide to go to the gym for about 2 hours to take up the free time we had no idea how to use until Bob mentioned the new gym built in to the base. So after that, we all went to our cars, got our gym gear and head to the locker room. I was the last to come into the locker room by a few minutes cause I had to clean up my milkshake that I got this morning - which is what made me late but we don’t have to talk about that.

So as soon as I walked into the locker room, no one was there. Meaning that they had all already got changed and went into the gym.

I begun to change into my gym gear when I heard the door swing open and hit the wall. I turned to look at the sounds source and saw Hangman beelining towards me with a very pissed off look. I rolled my eyes and continued to take my shirt off to put my sports bra on. I would have been fully dressed for the gym if it wasn’t for Hangman pinning me against the lockers.

“What do you want mała suka?” You could even taste the venom in my tone.

“You are just so exasperating.” He breathed out and I rolled my eyes with a smirk and looked back up at him.

“Ooh, that’s a big word Lieutenant. Are you sure you even know what that means?” I had an obvious condescending tone and held that same smirk on my face from before.

“Oh I do know what it means honey. I’m not as dumb as you think I am. In fact, I’m a lot smarter than you sweet cheeks.” Hangman still held his stance as he practically spat out every word. I didn’t think it’d make me realise just how hot Hangman really is up close. Sure from a distance he looks ‘decent,’ but close up is a whole new perspective.

I trailed my eyes down to his lips before snapping myself out of the trance I put myself into and looked back to his judging but beautiful green eyes. Damn this glupi człowiek.

“You know. If you weren’t so vexatious-” Hangman started to say something before I interrupted. One of the many things that pisses him off and makes me smirk.

“Ah ah Lieutenant. Use too many big words and you might actually sound smart.” I waggled my finger in front of his face which earned me an attempt from him trying to grab my finger. I was too fast though. One of the many things that makes me so much better than him.

“Aw you definitely would not like that now would you Ghost? God no, cause you wanna be better than everyone at fucking everything.” The way he said that made heat rise throughout my body. Why the fuck was this bękart making me feel like this?

“Oh no. Of course not. And it ain’t possible cause I’m not the one who didn’t hear Mav right and broke left instead of right. I mean how can you even mix those up, Jake?” I looked up to him with big for eyes and saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down when I mentioned his name.

“Did I hit a nerve there, Jake?” God I loved pissing this cipa. It was so fun cause every time he’d be silent and at a loss for words. Glad I could shut him up for at least 5 minutes.

“Course not Y/N/N. Now why would I let such an expendable thing have that affect on me? And also aren’t you the one who went against direct orders and decided to leave your wingman?” He shot me a look.

“To make sure that they didn’t get shot down głupek. I didn’t do it for the benefit of myself. Because isn’t that where you earned your callsign from? Leaving everyone else so they could get the worst of it? Hangman?” I patted his shoulder and ducked under his arm so I could get my hand wraps to go to the punching bag at the gym.

But before I could even reach down to get them Lieutenant Dipshit grabbed my hand and raised my face to his. He eyes searched my whole entire face before he leaned down and connected his lips to mine.

I melted into the kiss almost immediately after realising what was happening. He let go of my wrist and placed his hands on my face while mine wrapped around his back. He pushed me up against the lockers and trailed his hands down to my waist and squeezed a little. My hands found purchase on his chest which then rose to around his neck.

The kids was like nothing I’ve never had before. It felt a whole shit load different from every other guy that I’ve kissed. I actually kinda liked it, but don’t tell anyone that.

I pulled him closer which earned a slight moan from Hangman. He squeezed my waist a little tighter until his hands travelled down to my hips and pulled my crotch closer to his. I subconsciously moaned slightly from the action which earned a smirk from Hangman in the process.

We both pulled away for air and rested our foreheads against each other’s. We stared into each other’s eyes for a second until I snapped myself back to reality.

What the fuck have I just done? Why did I do that? And most of all, why did I like it? I quickly reached down to retrieve my hand wraps and beelined for the corridor leading to the gym.

When I reached the gym the first pair of eyes I met were Phoenix’s. Me and her have been friends since we were 3 and I tell her fucking everything. As she does to me. But this is something I don’t think I can tell her. I don’t know why but I can’t.

She gave me a smile and gestured for me to come over. She was stood with both Bob and Rooster at the bench press.

“Rooster says he can bench press 30kg of whatever Bob can. Wanna bet on it?” She had a mischievous smile on her face. One that reminded me of so many things we got up to as teenagers. Like when I got wired a car we found and took it on a hot ride - we returned it to its rightful owners of course.

But something in me just wouldn’t let me speak. All I could get out was a stutter. Phoenix gave me a concerned look and asked if I was okay. Which I replied with a simple nod and small smile. I will tell her.

Eventually.

It’s Friday night and everyone’s at the Hard Deck having pints of beers or shots. It was a very long week, it dragged so much I wanted to rip my hair out.

Me and Phoenix are stood at the bar watching Rooster and Bob have a game of pool. Fanboy, Payback, Coyote and Hangman were just watching and talking about fuck knows what.

Me and Hangman stole glances from across the room and held it for at most 3 seconds before one of us broke the eye contact.

I finally told Phoenix what happened after a good solid 3 hours. Yep, I cannot keep my mouth shut for long it seems.

She told me her and Rooster had a bet on when it would happen. Turns out they made that bet the first day of Top Gun. Which is absolutely stunning. (Note the sarcasm).

“Ghost, why don’t you just go over there and talk about what happened? I’m sure he’s dying to talk about it. I mean, you did just walk out on him after he kissed you.” She gave me a look that said ‘which is kinda a dick move, even if it is Hangman.’

Like I did wanna talk about it with him, but I didn’t at the same time. I mean, just because we kissed doesn’t make him any less of a dick.

“Phoenix. I- come on mate. Just because we kissed doesn’t make him any less of a głupi, tchórzliwy, palant, który nie może trzymać buzi na kłódkę przez swoje drogie, pieprzone życie.” Phoenix gave me the same look every time I didn’t speak English in front of her.

“Y/N, I love that you speak the language cause it’s beautiful and all, but I can’t understand a word you just said.” We both shared a laugh.

“I said just because we kissed doesn’t make him any less of a stupid, twatty, dickhead who cant keep his mouth shut for his dear fucking life.” Phoenix gave me a shocked look. I just burst out laughing until I heard Rooster shout in celebration when he had won against Bob.

Me and Phoenix looked in their direction until my eyes landed on Hangman. He was already staring at me and he looked like his mind was running a million miles an hour and that he wanted to talk to me but he couldn’t.

After a few hours of being inside the Hard Deck, I decided to get some fresh air (and a bit of my vape but let’s not discuss that my darlings).

I was sat on a bench taking a drag of my vape when I heard the door to the Hard Deck open and my head turned to see who it was. It was none other than Jake fucking Seresin himself.

“What do you want Seresin? Here to mock me for my ‘bad flying’?” I couldn’t really be arsed with him at the moment. Like I still didn’t like him. But a part of me did. I don’t even know why, he’s a dick.

“Glad that’s the first thing that pops into your small mind Ghost.”

“Oh here we go again. You can’t even go a minute without insulting me can you? Is it really that hard to be a decent fucking human being? Or is that too hard for you as well?” I take another drag of my vape then put it back into my pocket.

“At times Y/N it is very hard. Because you just make it so easy to piss you off. It’s quite easy for anyone to piss you off though. It’s no secret ya know?” I rolled my eyes at Hangman and sat on the bench and tried to ignore him but he came and sat next to me. He let out a sigh which gained my attention.

“This isn’t what I came out here to talk about.” He let out another sigh and I fought the urge to roll my eyes at him again but it wasn’t the time. Literally every little thing about him pissed me off.

“What did you wanna talk about then?” I already knew the answer to that. He wanted to talk about the kiss. And I did not.

“You know what I wanna talk about.” It’s as if he had read my mind. Jesus Christ the lord I did not want to talk about this right now.

“No. We are not talking about it.” I shook my head as I turned to look directly in front of me to all the cars that were placed all around the car park.

“Please Ghost. I just need you to help me understand what happened. What we are now.” I looked to him and gave him an ‘are you serious?’ look.

“Okay fine! You wanna talk about it? Let’s talk about it! It was nothing. It meant nothing. I felt nothing. And it is nothing. It was just a dumb decision we both made. Ale tak naprawdę nie mam tego na myśli, ponieważ cholernie podobał mi się ten pocałunek i wiem, że tobie też. Ale to dziwne, bo nienawidzę cię tak cholernie długo i po prostu nie wiem już, co kurwa robić!” I ran my hands through my hair and stood up and paced back and forth a bit.

“Okay. I didn’t understand half of that but if that’s what you think, then I’ll leave you alone from now on. No more mocking. No more name calling. Hell! I won’t even look you’re way of it’s causing you this much stress!” Hangman stood up while keeping eye contact with me.

He began to head into the Hard Deck again before I grabbed his wrist. He looked back at me and I looked deeply into his eyes. We stood like that for a moment before we both connected to each other’s lips. God it felt really good. Like listening to a really good song for the first time good.

He placed his hands on my waist whilst mine went to his chest then raised to his shoulders. I pulled him closer and he deepened the kiss when he swiped his tongue across my bottom lip in question for access. Which I quickly gave to him.

We continued like that for what felt like forever. A good forever as well. A forever that felt better than anything I’ve ever experienced.

We pull away for air and this time I don’t run away. My feet are planted on the ground and I stay there. Staring into the eyes of a guy who I thought was an absolute dickhead about 2 minutes ago.

“You know, you are such a głupia cipa sometimes. But it’s fine, I like it anyway.” I patted his shoulder and began to walk up to the door of the Hard Deck. He quickly caught up with me and slung an arm on my shoulder.

“You know honey, I still have no idea what you say to me when you speak?” He pauses as he’s trying to remember the name of the language I was speaking.

“Polish. I could teach you if you want?” I looked up to him as we entered the Hard Deck. I went back to Phoenix when Coyote came walking towards us.

“Ya know… I like the mystery. Let’s keep it that way.” Jake took his arm from around my shoulder and held the door open for me.

He put his mouth closer to my ear so I could hear him better. “Although Jake can be a dick. He actually really likes you. He even started to learn Polish for you ya know?” And that’s when I stared up at Jake with a pissed off smile on my face.

“Jake fucking Seresin!” I shouted his name and he looked up at me with a smirk until he saw my face.

“Więc przez cały ten pieprzony czas mogłeś zrozumieć, co mówiłem? Ile czasu minęło odkąd zaczęłaś się uczyć ty mała suko?” I started beelining towards him and he went in the opposite direction in attempt to run away from me.

“Ever since we started here. And I am not a little bitch you szczur.” He shouted towards me as he got away. Damn, his pronunciation was good.

Translations

mała suka - little bitch

głupi człowiek - stupid man

bękart - bastard

głupi, tchórzliwy, palant, który nie może trzymać buzi na kłódkę przez swoje drogie, pieprzone życie - stupid cowardly jerk who can't keep his mouth shut for his dear fucking life

Ale tak naprawdę nie mam tego na myśli, ponieważ cholernie podobał mi się ten pocałunek i wiem, że tobie też. Ale to dziwne, bo nienawidzę cię tak cholernie długo i po prostu nie wiem już, co kurwa robić - But I don't really mean it because I fucking loved that kiss and I know you did too. But it's weird because I've hated you for so damn long and I just don't know what the fuck to do anymore

Więc przez cały ten pieprzony czas mogłeś zrozumieć, co mówiłem? Ile czasu minęło odkąd zaczęłaś się uczyć ty mała suko - So all the fucking time you could understand what I was saying? How long has it been since you started learning you little bitch

szczur - rat