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roosterforme · 2 years ago

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One Night in Vegas | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: After you move in with Bradley, it doesn't take long for you to settle in to your life together. He makes dinner, you eat it. You make a mess, he cleans it up. He proposes in the most endearing way, you say yes. And then both of you spend one perfect night in Vegas.

Warnings: Fluff, swears and smut

Length: 2100 words

Pairing: Beer Boy and Sugar! Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (former fuckboy college student Bradley)

This is a one-shot to accompany my fics Old Habits Die Hard and Right Girl, Wrong Time! This was written for a request.

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You were so close to your winter break, you could almost feel it. Your first semester teaching math at San Diego State University had been wild. At times, it was very rewarding, and you didn't want to be anywhere else. At other times, you were holed up in your office, working late into the night grading papers and planning out your lessons.

But the one constant thing had been Bradley.

"Hey, Sugar," he said, knocking softly on the open door of your home office. "Dinner." You stood and practically ran into his arms as you glanced at the office door on which you had written SUGAR LOVES BEER BOY.

"I don't want to grade any more exams," you whined loudly against his solid chest while he laughed.

"I told you not to wait until tonight to finish them."

You glared playfully up at him and tried to escape his arms, but he held you tight. "You're terrible," you informed him. "It's entirely your fault that I'm still working on them. You spent the whole weekend luring me back into our bedroom!"

He smirked at you and said, "It didn't take much convincing, Sugar."

You rolled your eyes and let him lead you out of your office and through the kitchen. "Oh, are we eating in the dining room? What's the special occasion?"

But you stopped in the doorway, heart pounding a million miles per hour as tears sprung to your eyes. "Bradley!" you gasped. There were five white doors lined up on the far wall, and each one had a single word scrawled across it in Bradley's big, tidy handwriting.

SUGAR

WILL

YOU

MARRY

ME?

When you spun to face him, you found him behind you, down on one knee. He looked blurry through your tears, but he was holding a ring between his thumb and index finger. You barely saw it though as you half sobbed and half shouted, "Yes!"

And then you were on top of him on the hardwood floor, straddling his waist and kissing his face while he smiled and held you tight to his chest. "I love you," he managed to say as you smashed your mouth against his. "Wait, wait," he whispered, reaching for your left hand. "Let me put this on you before it gets lost."

You let him slide the ring onto your finger as you said, "I love you so much, Beer Boy." And then he pulled you in for more kisses.

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On New Year's Day, you and Bradley were curled up together on the couch, watching his vintage DVD of The Grateful Dead concert footage and nursing your hangovers.

"What are you going to do all week while I'm at work?" he muttered against your neck.

You shrugged in his arms. "Probably visit you and Nat on base one day and just mess up the house so you have something to complain about."

"Remind me again... why am I marrying you?"

"Because you can't live without me," you whispered as his nose skimmed the sensitive spot behind your ear.

"Oh, yeah," he mumbled.

The five doors on which Bradley had written his proposal message to you were now a permanent feature in the dining room. And you took your dinner in there most nights to enjoy them while you ate, even if Bradley was on base late. Even the ring he got for you, which he was currently spinning around your finger, was perfect.

You didn't want to go back to work at the end of the month without having selected a wedding date. But every time you and Bradley talked about wedding plans, he told you the same thing: "Pick a date, Sugar. Vegas is available 365 days a year."

You wiggled yourself around on the couch until you were facing him, and he sang along softly to the DVD while you closed your eyes. When the song was done, you asked, "How serious are you about Las Vegas?"

He studied your face. "To get married?"

"Mmhmm."

"So serious," he replied, but he was looking at you a little skeptically.

But as a smile broke out on your face, he started kissing your cheeks. "Let's do it, Beer Boy," you told him with a laugh.

And soon he had you pinned underneath him on the couch while he sang Viva Las Vegas by Elvis and unhooked your bra.

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When Bradley got home from work on Friday, the house was a damn mess, and you were looking at him with barely concealed excitement.

"What?" he asked cautiously. And then you started bouncing around. "What happened? Did you hire someone to clean up after you so I don't have to?"

"No!" you exclaimed, rolling your eyes. "I spent the entire day planning our wedding!"

Bradley's heart skipped a beat. "For real? When is it?"

"In two weeks."

He had your sweatpants off in an instant, and he bent you over the dining room table and fucked you while you told him the details.

"It'll be perfect," you moaned as he rocked your body with his thrusts. "Elvis and the Vegas strip and a heart shaped bathtub."

You were everything he had wanted for more than ten years, and the fact that you were letting him have this silly, no nonsense quickie wedding made him so happy. Neither of you had much family, and the only person he really cared to invite was Nat. But she'd give him a pass on missing his big day if she knew going to Las Vegas would make him happy.

"You're perfect, Sugar," he grunted, kissing your neck and eyeing the five doors lining the far wall. "I can't fucking wait, baby."

Bradley started packing that night, laying some of his favorite tropical print shirts on his open suitcase. But as the days wore on, you started to add some cold weather clothing into his bag for him.

"What's that for?" he asked you when he noticed you had folded up his heaviest coat and placed it on top of his short sleeved shirts.

"Our honeymoon."

He raised one eyebrow at you. "Are we not staying in Vegas for that?"

"Nope."

"Where are we going?"

"Not telling."

Bradley looked you up and down as you stood next to the bed in his favorite tie dyed tee shirt. "Do I need to fuck the information out of you?"

Your eyes went wide and your lips parted on a needy gasp. "I'd like to see you try."

After nearly an hour of giving you his hands, mouth and cock, you were a sweaty, gasping mess beneath him.

"Chicago," you managed to say as your eyes drifted closed. "Honeymoon in Chicago."

Bradley collected you in his arms and pulled you beneath the covers with him. You and he had made all those plans for Chicago together before you broke his heart more than ten years ago. And now you were really taking him there. The city where you lived when you were missing him. The city where you got your second tattoo. The city that haunted his dreams when he was twenty two years old and so lonely.

"I love you so much, Sugar," he whispered over and over until you fell asleep in his arms.

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"Aren't we supposed to not see each other before the wedding?" Bradley asked you while you got dressed in the hotel bathroom. "Isn't that a thing?"

You rolled your eyes as you pulled on your white sundress. "I'm sure Elvis won't mind!" you called to him where he was getting ready in the bedroom.

"Speaking of Elvis, we need to be there soon, Sugar!"

Your flight from San Diego had been delayed, and now you were cutting it close for your appointment at the Chapel of Neverending Love next to Caesars Palace. "Grab the wedding bands!" you told him while you fixed your makeup. When you walked out of the bathroom a minute later, Bradley was standing there in a white linen shirt and pants with a huge smile on his face.

"You look beautiful."

Your dress was simple, and your engagement ring was your only accessory. But you did feel pretty, and you knew Bradley was eager to marry you today. "So do you, Beer Boy."

You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his mustache, and when you got to the chapel, Elvis was already waiting for you. The entire ceremony took fifteen minutes, and that included your wedding photos. And then they were ushering you out for the next couple to come in.

But the two of you were laughing and smiling nonstop as you looked at your rings and made out in front of the chapel.

"I'm ready to take my wife back to that heart shaped bathtub and have my filthy way with her."

But you looked up at his handsome face and shook your head as he held you close. "Not yet. It's time for your wedding gift."

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Bradley thought he was going to faint from all the excitement. You and he were married. You and he were about to enjoy your wedding night. You and he were flying to Chicago tomorrow.

But then you told him the most magical words: Grateful Dead cover band.

"How the fuck does this day keep getting better?" he asked, kissing your neck and hugging you as you led him down the lit up sidewalk of the Vegas strip. Soon the two of you were surrounded by a bunch of hippies in tie dye. And Bradley knew all the words. And you held him tight the whole time.

"This is our wedding reception!" you told him over the loud music. And then the band started playing the song with the lyrics from your tattoo. The one you got because of Bradley.

You grinned at him as the singer said, "This song is for the newlyweds."

Bradley wrapped you up in his arms and sang to you while you danced with him. "You don't know how easy it is to love you."

You were wound around him, singing the lyrics back to him as well. Perfect. You were perfect. And somehow, you were his.

When the song ended, he tipped his head back amidst all of the applause and cheers. "I fucking love my wife!" he shouted. "Seriously, Sugar! I love you so much!"

And he was still saying those words back at the hotel when you changed into your 'wedding night lingerie' which was just his old Grateful Dead tee shirt.

And he was whispering, "I love you," as he carried you to bed. When you pulled him closer and let him settle against your body between your spread legs, he paused with his lips just barely brushing yours.

"Sugar, I know we didn't have proper wedding vows, because Elvis only let us speak in his song lyrics, so I have a few things I want to tell you now."

You giggled, and said, "But I liked it when you called me your hunka hunka burnin' love."

He ran his hands all over your body and smiled. "Listen, you're definitely that, baby. But you're also the only woman I've ever loved. And I fell in love with you as soon as you spoke to me."

"Bradley," you whispered, running your fingertips along his scarred cheek and neck. Your pretty face was always so open and honest for him, and he loved you for that, especially right now.

"And I've been loving you for eleven years, nearly to the day," he told you, kissing the tip of your nose as your eyes filled with tears. "You changed my life. Twice. And getting a second chance with you is the most important thing that ever happened to me."

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck. "I'm so happy I found you again, because I never stopped loving you either. How could I have?"

Bradley pulled your left hand to his lips and kissed your rings. "My vow is to keep loving you just like I did the night I met you in my disgusting fraternity house, and just like I did when we parted ways, and just like I did when you found my again, and just like I do right now. Because I'm better at loving you than I am at doing anything else."

"You are," you promised him as you sniffed. "You're so good at it."

And then Bradley spent the whole night loving you and your body and your voice. And it didn't matter if you and he slept at all, because you had the flight to Chicago for that.

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itsgivingmami · 1 month ago

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part 2 of wait for me??? plz we need it😫

Listen… y’all been heard🫡🫣 sorry about the wait! Hope you enjoy, thanks everyone for all the love on part one!! (Which if you haven’t read it please do it’s linked at the bottom!)

Comments, likes and reposts are always appreciated!

Wait For Me(part 2)- Rhea Ripley

Warnings: stalking, use of a weapon against reader

WC: 2117

Don’t think this needs a part 3 but lemme know what y’all think 🤔

"You're not asleep," Rheas voice is husky and thick with exhaustion, her nails scratch between your shoulder blades lightly. You were facing away from her and watching the clouds move out the window, trying to stay as still as possible.

"Neither are you," you retort trying to keep the mood light although you know you're both thinking about what's been happening. You roll onto your back and look over at her, "and I'm not the one who had a wrestling match today,"

You two lay in silence for a while wondering where to go from here, whether going back to "sleeping" or getting up and doing something else was a better choice. You're debating suggesting a movie when you feel Rheas hand slide under the sheet to grab yours.

"I've never felt that before that," she whispers shakily and her grip tightens, "fear," she's laying on her back staring up at the ceiling, shaking her head as if sorting the thoughts as they come. "I mean I've been scared before but tonight was... fucking gutting I thought you-"

The choke that cuts her off is something in all your years of friendship, you'd had yet to hear. Watching small tears fall down the sides of her cheeks you feel your stomach drop.

"I'm sorry," you quickly lean on your forearms sitting up, " I should've waited for you," you try to wipe her cheeks but she gently grabs your wrists holding them still.

"No," she shakes her head at you, "you shouldn't have to worry about some fucking creep," you nod gently when she stares at you, a more familiar Rhea coming back for a moment. "I just don't think I've ever felt fear like that before because," she takes a quick breath, sits up and wraps her larger hands around yours, "I don't think I've ever loved anyone like I love you,"

"Love me love me?" You clarify and you see Rhea let out the breath she was holding and grins slightly before pulling her lips against her teeth.

"Love you love you," she assures. You're struggling to find the words that make sense and overwhelmed by feeling you lean forward to kiss her and this time she meets you there. Her rings are cold against your jaw and she pulls you closer and the little gasps you're letting out at the way she's touching you is riling her too easily.

Her other hand comes up to cradled your face as she leans backward and you fall forward onto her body. Goosebumps pebbled your bare arms as she brushed her finger tips up and down. She moves from your lips to kiss your cheeks and up the side of your face.

"I love you," you softly rasp to her and she moves back to your mouth to press a rough kiss to your lips before pulling back,

"Are you getting tired?"

"No,"

When you wake up you're laying on a carefully placed pillow rather than the woman you'd fallen asleep on. Throwing the duvet off your legs you stand up and head towards the en-suite and open the door to an empty room. In a panic you make your way downstairs barely missing falling down the them before you make it to the living room.

"Rhea?" She turns towards you, standing in front of the kitchen table with her arms crossed. Seated behind of her are two police officers, "what's happening?" She turns to the strangers and asks for a second before coming over to you. Her hands take hold of your hips and her thumbs trace shapes gently.

"He sent another message," Rhea explained trying to stay calm for you but the underlying anger was evident in her eyes.

"Photo?" She nods and you walk past her towards your phone that sits open on the table, taking a moment before you realize you're looking at yourself sleeping yesterday. The nausea is violent and you brace yourself against the table, the female officer says something about pressing charges but you barely hear her. You feel watched and disgusting and you want to search Rheas house and take a shower to try and scrub away the feeling.

"Hey," Rheas hands meet your wait as she spins you to face her, "it's alright, you're safe with me until they go get that bitch in cuffs," her foul language makes you giggle shakily, eyes slightly tearing.

"Once we report and have a warrant we'll placing him under arrest and you'll be notified once he's in custody," the officers says to you and holds out her card for you to take, her partner behind as Rhea goes to walk them out. You’re torn between going to searching the house and waiting for Rhea to come back.

You both were hoping that Rheas presence in your life would force this guy to cease and until this morning you were pretty sure the plan had worked and that Rheas panic last night had been residual worry. You feel sick as you realise she was exactly right and the short while you’d been without anyone else he’d managed to get to you. You stare down at your phone in disgust.

“I shouldn’t have gone through your shit,” you hear Rhea apologise as she walks back in, she redirects to the doorway where she unlatches the baby gate. “I was unpacking our bag and saw it and I just couldn’t-“

You gently place your hand on her arm and she trails off allowing you to speak, she’s certain you’re about to go off about privacy but as you stay silent she starts to worry.

“I don’t care about that,” you tell her, her T-shirt balls in your fist as you cling to her and she allows her body to be pulled against yours. “I feel disgusting,”

“Lemme run you a shower,” she suggests and her want to care for you isn’t unfamiliar but now that things have changed between you it feels deeper. You’re still hesitant and scenes from slasher fill your head. “I’ll stay with you,” she promises,

“I don’t know Rhe if you’re with me what about the house?” You question and she chuckles softly before looking behind you. You turn to see her dogs staring out the window at the world.

“I think they’ve got this,” Rhea reassures and Barry barks loudly as he spots a squirrel, you nod and allow her to escort you up the stairs. You two make it back to her bedroom where she pauses at the dresser, grabbing you some clean clothes to put on. There’s no doubt you’ve left stuff here over the years and you have some stuff in your bag but she takes this as an opportunity to see you in her clothes and the possessive part of her has been screaming since she saw that picture on your phone.

“Cmon baby,” she holds her hand out and despite all the things going on you blush at the pet name and take her hand.

That night you’re back at the performance center, watching Rhea do a promo on a small tv screen. Damian and Zelina have you firmly pressed in the seat between them but despite that you can’t help but look over your shoulder and stare at everyone who walks in the room. It had been hours and heard nothing from the officer you spoke to that morning.

“Your girls cookin out there,” Damian grabs your attention from the p.a you don’t quite recognize but there’s a tinge of familiarity and you brush it off. How many people worked here? It was impossible to remember them all. He’s right, she’s got the stadiums full attention and although you’re not really sure what’s she’s mad about you smile. Your girl. “Mics on fire,”

The three of you watch as she exits and once she’s clear from cameras her steps speed up, she barely misses smacking someone’s manager with the curtain as she rips it open and coming towards you brushes past the p.a in the room who sends her a glare over the shoulder. She’s relieved to see you where she’d left you, safely between her friends. At her arrival you stand to hug her and her strong arms pull you up until your feet just barely touch the ground.

“I’m okay,” you whisper as you notice she’s not letting you go. You give her a tight squeeze and look in her eyes, as you to stare you see the fear leave her face. “You looked hot out there,” you joke and she eases her hold finally, gently placing you back on the ground. You reach to grab her hands and get blocked by the hand mic she’s holding.

“Lemme hand this off,” she says and turns before stopping and looking back to you, “you look hot right now,” she winks and looks around. She’s no more than four feet away, Damian and Zelina maybe ten when your hair gets grabbed roughly and you’re pulled against a body you don’t recognise. There’s something cold against your throat and you still. Damian sees you first and goes to help,

“One more step and she fucking bleeds,” you hadn’t heard that voice in almost a week, not since you were across from it in a restaurant. Your wide teary eyes find Rhea, she’s standing ready to strike but holds still at the threat of your safety. Additional security floods the room and your assailants grip tightens around your middle, whatever type of weapon pressed at your neck pinches and cuts your skin. “Not so scary are you now big bitch,” he spits at Rhea and you see her fists clench at her sides, “she was supposed to be mine! I’m the one who loves her!”

The shouting is loud in your ears and you can feel spit landing on you. You’re looking anywhere for an escape but as no one in the room moves it’s clear to you that the danger you’re in is severe.

“You’re holding her hostage,” someone in the room throws out and you’re forced to back up as he does. You stumble backwards falling against his body. You wanted to scream and rip away at full force before meeting Rheas eyes. Her silent gaze tells you to stay calm and you try to trust her, she’s going to get you out of this.

“Me? I didn’t drag her from her home and force her to live with me!” For a moment you see Rhea waiver and her breaking makes you feel like you’re not getting out of this… unless maybe,

“Thank you,” your voice is shaky as you speak, worried about moving your skin across the blade. The room silences completely, little whispers of what to do and who to call ceases. “She made me stay with her,”

You’re trying to tell the man behind you, but your eyes don’t leave Rhea. Her brows furrow at your statement and you pray that after years of friendship she might be able to hear your silent words. At your “admission” you feel the man let go slightly and you take your first deep breath when the knife isn’t as close before sending as much force with your elbow backwards.

A flurry of movement happens around you and you fall forward onto your knees. Heavy boots pass you and you hear clinking sounds followed by the miranda rights. You don’t move, your brain still catching up and you shake in place.

“Thank god,” you hear Rheas voice as she hits the ground in front of you, her eyes move around your body looking for signs of injury and other than the small cut still letting out beads of blood you seem unharmed.

“I didn’t mean it,” you tell her, her voice jogging your brain forward as you remember what you just said. Your hands reach for her and she meets them immediately pulling you to straddle her knees. “I love you,”

“I know darlin I know,” she coos as she strokes your hair, allowing you to cry onto her shoulder. She couldn’t give less of a shit about her shirt, just relieved to have you back. She thought not being able to find you was the most fear she’d ever felt, just to be proven so wrong just now. Rhea pulls you to look at her, her hand encasing the side of your face. “That was smart pretty girl, almost had me fooled too,”

“But I love you,” you repeat and your hand comes to cup her own on your cheek, firmly keeping it in place and you press a kiss to her palm.

“I love you too, you’re safe with me now,”