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[anurst]

Girl Bradshaw

Summary: Seeing your estranged brother and godfather so close and friendly, makes your insides churn. You lost Pete, the only father you've ever know, because of Bradley. So, why the hell were they acting as if Bradley hadn't hated him for the past nineteen years.

Pairing(s): Jake "Hangman" Seresin x F! Bradshaw! Reader

Warning(s): language, estranged family issues, reader's got daddy issues and brother issues, reader's got a set appearance but feel free to change it you want

A/n: I have the next couples chapters written out already and it could work as a non jake seresin x reader. I was wondering if that's something you'd all be interested in or if I should keep it as a jake seresin x reader

Part 3: All is said and well or is it?

"Bradley?"

The past two years of Bradley's life feel like taboo when he hears your voice call out to him. The fight you two had nineteen years ago comes flooding back to him and guilt pools in his stomach. Your young, crying face flashes in his mind.

The moment your eyes land on Pete behind Bradley, rage sets in. The only man who acted like a dad to you and then cut you off. The man who was the reason you lost your brother was standing six feet away from you.

"Braidy..." Pete whispers as your mouth runs dry. Silent, you look from Bradley to Pete and back to Bradley. He's so different from the teen you knew nineteen years ago. He's a man now. He's taller, his hair is darker, there's faint scars on his neck and face, and most of all, he looks like the spitting image of your dead dad. Looking at him makes you sick, and you force yourself to look at Pete.

Jake, uncomfortable with the tense atmosphere, comes up behind you and places his hand on the small of your back. His touch makes you jump and you grab his arm before twisting it. A pained cry escapes his mouth as the people around you move to help Jake. Realizing what you've done, you let Jake go and take a step away. Your breathing is uneasy and your body feels hot.

"What the hell!" a black man says as he comes to step in between you and Jake. You see more people start to close in and your body goes rigid.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm not good with touch- I really am sorry," you stutter. Jake is rubbing his shoulder blade and looks at you with worry and confusion, except you never look at him because your eyes are back on Bradley.

The rest of the dagger squad now have their eyes on you and Bradley. Natasha is the first one to make the connection. You and Bradley almost look the same. Your features are more feminine, but the similarities are undeniable. The only difference between the two of you is that your eyes are blue, a trait you inherit from Carole. Despite the difference in eye color, Pete's reaction to you proves a relationship between the three of you.

Also, your name is Braidy? Wow, Bradley and Braidy. Your parents were comedians. "Shaw!" a young voice calls out. All eyes turn to see a little blonde girl running towards you. As all your worries and problems fade away, a wide smile makes its way to your face. You crouch down and pick the little girl up.

"My girl!" The girl wraps her arms around your neck and she places her hands on your each side of your face.

"Daddy said to come save you," she mumbled before she buries her head into your neck. You chuckled before patting her back.

"I'm saved. Thank you."

"You have a kid?" Bradley asks, his eyes wide as he looks at the girl who's trying to hide from all the prying eyes. You brush him off before turning to Jake. You sigh again and a guilty and sorry look over comes your face.

"I really am sorry, Jake." Jake simply nods his head and you take a deep breath. "Who brought you here?" you ask Sarah as she plays with your hair.

"Eva." At the mention of the woman, you turn to look at the bar and see her watching you with Zack. Nodding at the two of them, your eyes go back to the girl.

"I'll take you home now. How about I read you a story and we can rewatch that disney movie you like." Sarah nods happily to your offer. You're about to leave when Pete calls out to you. Reluctantly turning your eyes to the older man, the sorry look he has on his face gives you a little satisfaction

"I-"

"Don't. Just don't. I don't care." Heartbreak spreads onto Pete's face at your words. Your heart aches at his face and the memories of the despair you felt when you realized that Pete abandoned you runs through you.

You quickly turn on your heel and start walking to Zack and Eva. Telling them the situation, Zack agrees and gives you the keys to his car. After, you make your way to your friends and tell them you're taking Sarah home. Bradley calls your name and you pray that he doesn't make a scene.

Your friends eyes watch with confusion as the your brother tries to plead you to talk with him. Jensen's the first one to act when he sees the tension in your shoulders. "Sorry, bud, but we've gotta get the little lass home. It's late, you know." Bradley dismiss him as he tries to get you to look at him but your eyes are stuck on the floor.

"Braidy, please. I'm sorry! Please look at me! Talk to me! I'm your brother!" You scoff in disbelief as you roll your eyes.

"My brother left me when I was fourteen. As far as I'm concerned, he might as well be dead cause I've been on my own since freshman year of high school." Sarah's small whimper makes you cradled her head as you calm yourself. "Look, we're gonna be working together. Just stay out of my way and leave me alone, Bradley."

Jensen puts a hand on your back and acts a wall to separate you and Bradley. When your brother tries to get closer to, Carlos and Ethan are quick to their feet to push him back, and Amy and Nolan are trying to stop the questioning eyes from watching any further.

When you make it to the parking lot, your shoulders feel lighter and the night air is calming. Sarah's head becomes heavier on your shoulder and you know that she's fallen asleep. You take the keys that Zack gave you and toss them to Jensen. You strap Sarah into her car seat and settle into the passenger's seat. The drive to the Ramsey residence is quiet and your mind is running at high speed.

When did Pete and Bradley make up?

Why hadn't they told you?

Why did Pete cut off all contact with with you after you told him about the argument between you and Bradley?

Why is it that Bradley is one that always gets a dad while you don't?

Jensen softly closes Sarah's bedroom door behind him as he runs a hand through his hair. After years in the raiders, his footsteps make no noise as he makes his way to the living room. He sees you leaning against the couch with your knees pulled to your chest and your head buried into your arms.

"(y/n)?" he asks softly. You don't move at all and he sighs before sitting down next to you. "You in there?" He bumps his shoulder with yours and you finally look up. Your eyes are blank and he frowns. He's seen this version of you, and he hates it. The last time he's seen you like this was after what happened in Russia.

Before he knows what he's doing, his hands are cradling your face. You let out a shaky breath and your eyebrow twitches as you try to stop yourself from crying. Jensen smiles softly as he brushes your hair out of your face. "There you are beautiful girl," Jensen mutters softly.

That's all it takes before you let your tears fall. You let Jensen pull you onto his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. By now, you're straddling his legs and you face is buried into the crook of his neck. "I hate him, Jensen..." you croak, your hiccups almost making it impossible for Jensen to understand what you're saying. The only thing he can do is rub your back and give you soft whispers of reassurance.

By the time you're done crying your heart out, your eyes are puffy and you feel exhausted. You've shifted from your previous position and decide to lean your head on Jensen's shoulder instead. The rattling of the doorknob sends you both into flight or fight mode and you both relax when Zack walks through the door, a tired and worried smile on his face.

"You feeling ok, (y/n)?" the blond asks you as he moves to set his things down. Silently nodding at him, you grab your things and let him press a gentle kiss to your forehead and thank both you and Jensen for taking Sarah home and staying. You wait by the door as Jensen and Zack exchange a couple words. You know they're talking about Bradley but don't have the energy to tell them to just leave it alone.

Once he's done, Jensen leads you out the door and is at the bottom of the stairs when you stop. You're standing at the top of the porch stairs and look down at him. He turns to you with a confused look and asks what's wrong. "I love you," you say, you eyes staring into his. His cheeks slightly flush as he chuckles.

"I know."

"I'm serious. You're my best friend."

'You're the only person who I really think of as my brother' is what you don't say out loud, but Jensen understands what you're trying to say.

"And you're mine," he replies.

Your eyes are still puffy when you wake up. The sun isn't even up when you rise from your bed. Grumbling, you shut off your alarm and begin to get ready for the day. A day you dreaded once you found out that Pete and Bradley were going to be a part of the team that your own was going to have to cooperate with for a mission.

Knocking at your door stops you from thinking any more about your family. Checking through the peephole, you see Jensen standing with a tray of two iced coffees in one hand and a bag in the other. Opening the door, you let him walk into your apartment.

"Brought you breakfast. Ice coffee and an everything bagel, toasted, with strawberry cream cheese." Smiling, you let him set everything up on the dinner table before sitting across from him. Silence fills the room as you both eat your own bagels. Jensen's the first one to break it. "You gonna be alright today?"

Wiping your mouth with a napkin, you nod. "Like you said, I'm gonna have to be ok with them being here.” Jensen frowns before throwing his trash out.

“Still. Maybe we get Nolan to talk to Chambers. Get them switch out or something.”

You shake your head, “They’re here and this mission is happening.” You wipe at your mouth again and grab your personal things. “Ready?” Jensen nods

You’re grateful that the pilots aren’t here when you and Jensen join your squad in the conference room. Ari enters and requests to speak to you in the hall for a minute. Your team gives you worried looks and you assure them it's ok.

"I heard what happened yesterday," Ari starts and you curse under your breath. "I need to know if you can work this mission." You sigh and look up at the taller man. Your frown causes him discomfort and it's visible in his furrowed eyebrows.

"I can and I will."

Ari purses his lips and runs a hand through his neat hair. "I knew. I knew that your brother was one of the pilots chosen for this assignment. I thought- that you two were on good terms, so I apologize for any problems that have come up." You chuckle softly at his words. Always prim and proper.

"It's not your fault, Chambers. You didn't know."

"I do know that the dagger squad has been stationed at Miramar for the past 2 years."

Miramar? Wait- that's

"45 minutes from here," you whisper and Ari frowns. Pete and Bradley have been 45 minutes from you for the past two years? What a sick joke.

"SOO Chambers?" Pete calls out from behind you and you're faced with the group of pilots from yesterday. Jake seems to light up a little when your eyes meet. Your heart skips a beat and you gulp.

"Captain Mitchell," Ari says, his voice void of any emotions. "Welcome to Camp Pendleton."

"Thank you." Pete's eyes are on you. You take a deep breath in and exhale before turning your head to Ari.

"I'll be inside." You're quick to walk inside and take your seat in between Ethan and Nolan.

"(y/n)?" Ethan asks, his voice soft. You give him a small smile and try to calm your anxiety. The door opens and you stare at your tangled hands that are resting on the table. Feet shuffle around the room and the pilots take their seats on the opposite side of the table, parallel from your team. There's a thick aura when everyone's seated.

Jensen's glaring daggers at Bradley, who keeps his gaze on you. Nolan's having his own staring contest with Pete. You raise your gaze to look at the person who's sitting opposite from you and you're glad that Jake's the one who you see. The dirty blond gives you a smirk and you feel the corners of you mouth start to turn up.

Ari clears his throat while he stands at the head of the table. All eyes turn to him and blinds start to shut while the lights dim. "This needs to end. This mission will not function with all the hostility. Meadows, Mitchell, keep your teams in line." The two men nod and Ari continues, "Your assignment. It's a warehouse that is suspected to be run by an international criminal group. Ghost team," your team perks up at the name. "You're assigned to infiltrate, recover, and asses. From our intel, there's a chance that there's confidential information stored in the warehouse that may reveal more information regarding the criminal group. From there, you'll asses the threat the this group poses and whatever action you deem necessary.”

"Chambers, I have to question the credibility of reconnaissance information," Nolan says and your team shifts uncomfortability. "We don't what a repeat of what took place in Russia."

Ari nods in agreement, "I've already taken precautions. Reconnaissance was conducted by elemental leader Bud Buck, who I know you're aquantanced with." Your team smiles at the mention of the older man.

"That's where he's been?" Amy laughs and Carlos grins.

"You know Buck. Man is made to be in the military and even more a spy," Carlos muses.

"Satisfying enough, Meadows?" Ari asks, keeping his professional demeanor. Nolan steals a quick glance to you and nods. "Now then, that leads us to the Dagger team. While this sounds like a job for raiders, I assure you your skills are necessary. Elemental leader Buck has done some geographical recon and the warehouse is surrounded by enemy missiles. In addition, there's an enemy base located south that's filled with enemy pilots. Your job is distraction and protection. You keep the skies busy and we'll take care of the groundwork. Any questions?"

You raised your hand and Ari nodded at you. "How does a international criminal group afford and set up missiles to guard their warehouse?"

"That relates to the information suspected to be held within the compound. Buck and his group have a theory that they may have serious funding from international government figures. Get the info, and we can trace where and how the money came from."

Sighing, you fell back into your seat as Ari continued to explain how your team would infiltrate and how the pilots would be proceed in order to not get your team caught up in their fighting.

"You'll ship out in 1 week. The weather will be at its best so it won't pose any trouble. With that, I wish you all good luck." Ari stood and respectively nodded to everyone before leaving.

A silence followed and no one moved. "My team is willing to call a truce, if you can put your own personal matters aside Captain Mitchell," Nolan says. He's standing tall, his back straight, his shoulders are square, and his face is tense. You've ever only seen him act like this once. After Russia, when your team was on the ropes and you could've lost everything that mattered to you.

"Of course, Meadows," Pete smiles. Nolan narrows his eyes.

"Good. My team has a scheduled training session right now, so if you'll excuse us." Your team let’s you be the first one to leave the room before following after. As you all make your way to the locker room, Amy holds you hand into the woman’s locker room.

"We'll all here for you," she whispers. You let her give you a tight hug before she moves to grab her stuff and change into her workout clothes. You do the same and bite your lip so hard it almost draws blood.

45 minutes. They've been 45 minutes away from you this whole time. You wondered if they ever thought about you while they having the time of their lives together. Anger filled you and you know one way to get it out. You have to hit something.

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[petcr3]

something to rely on | chapter one

series masterlist (coming soon!)

summary: despite being separated, bob floyd is there to support his wife and their son after she sustains some injuries in a car accident.

word count: 4.1k

warnings: separation/divorce, reader is frequently referred to by she/her pronouns, is called bob's wife/ex-wife, mrs. floyd, etc. bob and reader have a son, but i have tried to be as inclusive as possible with regards to appearance and the type of family! (meaning, if i've done my job correctly, charlie can have been adopted, not necessarily carried by the reader, etc.) non-graphic reference to a car accident, non-graphic description of injuries. chapter one is set entirely in a hospital. readers parents are present in the story, still married, and have a good relationship with reader because this is fantasy lol

a/n: lads, it's here. some of you have been hearing me blather about this story for fucking ages and chapter one is finally done. i'm proud of it, i think, but if nothing else i simply cannot keep sitting on it, so here it is! very excited for this story's future <3 i hope you love charlie as much as i do lol

It’s a rare occasion that one hears Bob Floyd before seeing him, but you suppose your getting into a car accident is a special enough occasion. 

Things feel hazy–– with two broken wrists and a broken leg, you’ve been given quite the painkiller. You’re not sure how long you’ve been awake, exactly, but it can’t have been very long. There’s a digital clock on a small table next to your hospital bed, but your neck is too sore to turn far enough over to see it. A thick wooden door is shut against the buzz of the floor outside: the ringing of phones, the click of computer keys, and the clatter of patients being wheeled to and from scans and tests and specialists. 

Even amidst all that, the sound of Bob’s words cuts through. He’s raising his voice, you realize. That’s not like him.

“I’m sorry, sir,” the nurse says on the other side of the door, “but outside of visiting hours I can only admit family, and––”

“I am family,” he says, impatient. 

“I understand that, but when a patient is separated––”

“Separated,” Bob interrupts, “not divorced. That is my wife and the mother of my child, so will you please let me see her?” It sounds much more like a demand than a question. The nurse sighs, clearly frustrated. 

“Let me go speak to her.” She steps out from behind the counter and cuts Bob a severe look. “If she is awake, I’ll let her know you’re here. But given that rest is one of the most crucial things for her right now, I will not be waking her up. You can wait.”

“Thank you,” comes his clipped reply. The nurse approaches your room, only a few steps away from the front desk–– Bob would have just gone straight in, had he known— and when the door creaks open, he can be seen standing over her shoulder–– a respectful distance behind, at least.

“Ma’am, there’s someone here to see you,” she says. You can tell it’s taking everything Bob has not to run to you, but he’s smart enough to know that showing this nurse any more disrespect isn’t wise. “He says he’s your husband,” she continues, “but if you don’t want to see him, I can tell him to leave.”

“No, that’s okay,” you say, “he can come in.” She turns around only to discover Bob right behind her. He squeezes quickly past, murmuring a hurried thank you before practically flying to your bedside. All his frustration quickly dissipates as he leans over you, a deep furrow in his brow. Over his shoulder, you see the nurse shake her head, exasperated, and leave, shutting the door behind her.

“Hey honey,” Bob says, hand lifting to brush across your cheek, as if it’s two years ago and nothing has changed. “Are you alright? What happened?”

“I’m okay, Bobby,” you reply, tired. You surprise yourself, though, using his old nickname like that. Since you two broke up, you’ve only ever called him Bob. “Someone lost control of their car in the rain, apparently. You owe that nurse an apology.”

“And I’ll give her one later. First I need to know that you’re okay.”

“I just said that I’m okay,” you laugh softly. “Bob, I’m fine.” Reluctantly, he nods, leaning back to grab at a chair. He won’t even stand all the way up, refuses to take his eyes off you lest you run off somewhere else to nearly get yourself killed.

“How’s Charlie; is he with your parents?” You nod, heart clenching at the thought of your son, how distressed he must be right now.

“Yeah,” you say, voice getting a little watery. “Yeah, I got to talk to him a little while ago. He wants to come visit after my surgery tomorrow.” Bob’s brow furrows. 

“Surgery?”

“Just my left wrist. The right one and the leg only need braces, but,” you sigh, “yeah, the left one took the door pretty hard, so.” He nods.

“How about your head? All okay up there, no bleeding?”

“I have a concussion, but that’s all. They know what they’re doing here, Bob. Don’t worry. I’m gonna be just fine.” He studies you for a moment, then sighs, nodding his head again. “Not so fun being on the other side of it, huh?” you say without thinking. It isn’t meant to be cutting, but blue eyes snap up to your face, a faint expression of shock on Bob’s features. 

Still, you have a hard time feeling too guilty. How many times have the roles been reversed? How many times have you held your baby boy to your chest murmuring reassurances that you can’t promise are true? How many times has Bob been gone, unable to tell you he was okay or even alive? Or looked up at you under the harsh white light of a hospital room on base and told you there was nothing to worry about when you both knew that there was? 

Bob schools his expression into something a little softer and gives a curt nod. You can’t decide if that was over the line. But that had always been the problem, hadn’t it? 

Neither of you had known how easy it would be to push each other over their limits. You’d thought love and a thick skin would be enough to survive the looming fear of losing your husband. Bob had thought it would be easier to outrun the guilt he always felt leaving you behind, the way it weighed on his chest like an anvil. Eventually, your wounds were rubbed raw and his ribs began to crack beneath the pressure.

The times when he was home were supposed to be precious, but they had become tense, uncomfortable. It wasn’t good for either of you, and it certainly wasn’t good for three-year-old Charlie. Splitting up had been the best choice, even though it pained you both to admit it.

Bob had been adamant about a separation rather than a divorce. Ex-spouses of the military were still entitled to some benefits, but for Charlie’s sake and yours he wanted to remain legally married. You’d both agreed that if you met other people and got serious enough, a divorce would be back on the table. It hadn’t been the easiest decision, but now, laying in a hospital bed, you can’t help but feel grateful. And how many people can say their ex husband came rushing to their side in an emergency? 

Regret is already creeping up across your skin.

“I’m sorry,” you say softly, reaching to touch the back of his hand. Your fingers brush awkwardly against his skin where they protrude from your brace, but you can see the gesture means something to him–– his eyes shine a little sadly when he looks at you. He gives a faint shake of his head. 

“S’okay. Me too.”

Despite your best efforts to persuade him otherwise, Bob stays the night in your room, sleeping with his legs slung across a second chair the nurses had been kind enough to provide for him. (He’d apologized to the nurse he spoke to when he arrived, and she’d taken it rather graciously, all things considered. In her place, you’re pretty sure you would have had him thrown out.) You fall asleep fairly easily, exhaustion having taken its toll, but you wake up in the wee hours needing the bathroom. You press the call button, hoping it won’t wake your sleeping companion, but Bob rouses when Jermaine, one of the nurses, comes in. The whole bathroom song and dance is a process you certainly don’t enjoy, but you’ve gotten used to it over the past several hours. 

“Can’t get enough of me, huh?” Jermaine quips, walking to your bedside.

“I keep guzzling water when he’s not looking,” you say, nodding towards a still groggy Bob. Jermaine only laughs and pulls back the covers.

“All right, ready?” 

“Yep.” You grimace as he braces his hands beneath your armpits to help lift you up enough to get into your wheelchair. You sigh as Jermaine rolls you to the bathroom and braces an arm around your waist to help you onto the toilet. The door stands open, but you’re too drained to care–– besides, this isn’t anyone’s first rodeo.

You don’t see the way Bob’s eyes widen with worry. How he watches each maneuver carefully, filing it away in the back of his mind. The decision had been made before he walked through the door, really, but seeing you struggle only cements it. He doesn’t say anything as Jermaine helps you back to bed–– only a quiet thank you as the nurse leaves the room. He can talk to you about his plan tomorrow.

A low murmur of voices filters into your consciousness as you wake that morning, your eyes flickering open to see Bob standing with Dr. Alvarado, who will be performing your surgery. She notices you shifting in your bed and comes to your side, Bob following suit on the opposite, returning to his seat.

“Good morning, Mrs. Floyd,” she says warmly, “how are we feeling?” Your mouth is dry and you swallow thickly before responding.

“I’ve been better,” you rasp, wincing at the scrape of your voice. Bob is holding out a cup of water before you even have a moment to think, and you start to reach for it before faltering. In the fog of waking up, you’d almost forgotten.

“I’ve got it,” he says quietly, bringing it to your lips. You drink, far too worn out to protest.

“Your procedure is scheduled for 12:30 this afternoon. It’s about 8:15 right now. That’ll give you some time to rest before pre-op. I’ve also been told you have a special visitor, if you feel up for it.” Your heart lifts, and you can’t help but look expectantly up at Bob. 

“Charlie?” 

The hopeful lilt of your voice splinters something in his heart. He smiles, tight-lipped but genuine all the same, and nods. 

“Uh-huh. I know you said the plan was post surgery, but your mom called saying they were up and ready to go. I figured you’d want to see him.”

“Yeah,” you say, voice high and thin, “yeah I’d like that.” Dr. Alvarado smiles. 

“I’ll let them know. They’re all very anxious to see you.” You nod, tears slipping down your cheeks. Ordinarily, you try not to let Charlie see you crying. With the separation, you’ve been doing everything you can to be his rock. You remember how scary it was when you were a child to see your parents upset, or worse, hurt. But today, you don’t know if you’ll quite be able to manage it. Gracelessly, you swipe at the tears on your cheeks, but before long, Bob is at the ready again, tissue box extended toward you. You nod your thanks and clasp one in between your fingers. Blotting is much easier. 

You’ve just about gotten it together when the door opens again. 

“Mommy?” Charlie calls, and you hate how you can hear the frightened tremble of his voice. He makes it a few steps over the door jamb when he sees Bob. 

“Daddy!” For a heartbreaking moment, wide eyes dart between the both of you, unsure of where to run. 

“Go say hi to Daddy, sweetheart,” you say, heart swelling to see the reunion. Charlie beams and runs directly into Bob’s arms.

“Hey, big man!” he says, scooping Charlie off the ground in a strong embrace. “I missed you so much, little bear.” He presses a big kiss to your son’s cheek and is rewarded with a delighted giggle that has you crying again. Hurriedly, you dab at your eyes once more.

Your parents enter the room behind Charlie, your mother’s smile wavering and your dad’s brow furrowed. The braces make hugs awkward, but your parents’ presence is an enormous comfort.

“Charlie’s been very brave,” your father informs you. “And we’re all very glad you’re okay.”

“Me too,” you say wetly, wishing you could hold their hands. “I love you guys.”

You cast a glance over to your left, where Bob and Charlie are engaged in conversation, faces close together and voices hushed. Watching Bob parent has always made your heart ache, even now when things have fallen apart. He was meant to be a father, plain and simple. People who don’t know him might expect a Navy man to be gruff, tough on a child, especially a son. But Bob is all gentleness when it comes to your Charlie. He is patient and invested and even though you two aren’t together, it’s difficult to imagine parenting Charlie with anyone else. 

You tear your gaze away to talk with your parents, explaining what happened and asking about how Charlie has been coping over the course of the last few hours.

A few feet away, Bob has his son cradled close in his arms. 

“I was really scared,” Charlie confides in him, “but I gotta be brave for Momma.” Bob’s heart breaks just a little, and he smooths a hand over Charlie’s hair. Perhaps this instinct to protect is just built into the little boy– knowing you and Bob, that’s a distinct possibility. But Bob can’t help but worry it’s a result of the split. 

“You don’t have to be brave for Momma, honey,” he says softly. “That’s our job. Parents get to be strong for their kids, not the other way around. It’s okay to be scared when someone is hurt. And it’s also okay to express that. Especially with me and Mommy. And being strong doesn’t mean you can’t feel your feelings. In fact, being able to feel your feelings is a part of what makes a person strong, because some feelings are really hard.” Charlie listens to his father with rapt attention–– he always has. “But it’s important not to ignore them. Does that make sense?” He nods sagely when Bob is done talking.

Bob can’t help but smile, heart swelling with affection. It’s moments like these when he thinks he could leave it all if it meant getting to spend every second of every day with his baby boy. 

“Should we go say hi?” he asks, bouncing Charlie gently against his hip. Charlie nods, his gaze flickering over to you. 

Though you’re talking with your parents, you can’t take your eyes off of your son. Call it selfish, but ever since you’d been able to think straight you’ve wanted nothing more than to see him. You’re reaching out for him the second Bob starts towards you, but he gives you a look.

“With your leg?” he asks quietly, even though Charlie is right there in his arms.

“I still got one good one,” you quip,” and I think a hug is gonna help me get better much quicker. Besides, all my problems are below the knee— I’ll be fine.”

Bob has always had trouble saying no to you. 

“Be gentle, okay bud?” Charlie nods.

Carefully, he sets Charlie down in your lap, positioning him mostly on your uninjured right leg. 

“Hi baby,” you beam, the pain you’re in practically forgotten. “I’m so happy to see you!” Charlie snuggles immediately into your chest, eyes impossibly big when they look up at you. Tucking him under your arm is awkward, but you do it anyway.

“Hi Mommy,” he says quietly, like he’s afraid talking too loudly will hurt you.

“Hi,” you say again, matching his hushed voice, smile wider than it’s been for the duration of your stay. Bob stands slightly off to the side, feeling a little bit like an intruder. Still, he can’t help but watch the way your eyes sparkle when you look at your son. He’s never seen anything like it. 

A gentle hand on his shoulder catches his attention, and he turns to see your mother, her expression warm. He counts himself incredibly lucky that your parents don’t hate him. Sometimes he hates himself for what happened, and yet they still treat him like one of their own. The three of them exchange hushed greetings, each thanking one another for taking care of the two of you.

Over in your hospital bed, you’re playing with the ends of Charlie’s hair. He’s been telling you about everything that happened between yesterday afternoon and now, cheerily informing you of how much he cried and how he got to choose what he and your parents had for dinner last night. You drink in every detail with enthusiasm, grateful as ever for his enormous heart and his resilience.

“I was really scared,” he says softly after a moment. You nod.

“I bet. I was scared too.”

“Daddy says it’s okay to be scared.”

“Daddy’s right, baby. It’s more than okay to be scared. It’s important— it’s how our brains keep us safe.”

“Really?”

“Uh-huh. You know how I’m scared of snakes?” Charlie nods. “Well, not every single snake is dangerous, right? But there are some that are. And because my brain remembers that some snakes are dangerous, I get a little scared when I see them. That fear is my brain telling me to be careful and stay safe.”

“So I was scared because it’d be dangerous if you got hurt?”

“Kind of! It can also be scary to not know what’s happening, right? Because if you don’t know what’s happening, it’s hard to get ready to deal with it. And it can be scary to know that something sad might happen, because it’s hard to feel sad.”

“I don’t like feeling sad,” Charlie says, nodding his understanding.

“Me neither, baby bear. But today I’m not even sad, because you’re here.” Your son’s cheeks turn pink and he hides your face in his chest. Heart swelling with fondness, you cross your arms over his back in an awkward embrace and press a kiss to the top of his head.

“Is it okay if I’m a little sad?” he asks, voice muffled by your hospital gown.

“Of course it is, sweetheart. You gotta feel your feelings. And feelings don’t last forever; they change all the time, right?”

“Right.”

Out of sight, Bob swipes a few tears from his eyes. He’s always proud of Charlie, but he’s proud of you, too–– with three limbs freshly out of working order, you would be well within your rights to be out of sorts, but there you sit, still parenting admirably. Beautifully, even. Your father squeezes Bob’s shoulder and he looks up, almost a little startled. Your father smiles and the two men exchange a nod. 

Your mother steps over to your bed and pets a hand over Charlie’s hair.

“I think me and Grandpa are gonna go home for a little while, honey,” she says to him before looking at you and resting a hand on your shoulder. “Someone gave us a good scare yesterday and I don’t think either of us slept very well. We’re both a little worn out.” Suddenly, she seems to catch herself. “Unless you want us to stick around and––”

You shake your head and reach out an appreciative hand to cover hers.

“Go get some rest, Ma.” She nods.

“We will. But we’ll be back when you come out of surgery. Bobby told us he’d keep us updated.” Too tired to even think that far ahead, you nod. 

“Thanks for looking after Charlie,” you say, tangling your fingertips with hers.

“Well, that’s my pleasure,” she says, pressing a loud kiss to her grandson’s cheek. “And we can figure out next steps, we’ll find someone—“

“Mom,” you say softly, “let's just— can we take things one step at a time for now?” She nods–– the anxiety of it all reads clear on your face.

“You know, you’re right. Let’s get you through surgery first.” You nod, grateful. “We’ll see you soon, then.” Your mother smiles and turns to get her bag. Charlie giggles as his grandfather comes over to playfully jostle his shoulders.

“Be good for your mom and dad, okay kiddo?” Charlie nods eagerly.

“That’s my guy,” your dad says fondly, giving your son a hug before turning his attention to you. “You give ‘em hell in there.”

“What,” you laugh, “in surgery? Dad, it’s just my wrist; I’m gonna be fine.” He shrugs.

“Can’t hurt though, right?” he says lightly, but you can see a glimmer of anxiety in his eyes. He leans down to kiss your cheek and you return the gesture.

“Right,” you affirm, softening. “I love you, Dad. I’m gonna be okay.” Your dad gives a final nod and links arms with your mother as they leave the room. 

It’s so easy to forget that to him— to both your parents— you are still a child. Charlie is still so young, it feels impossible that he’ll ever be as old as you are now. Of course, you still marvel at the fact that he’s as big as he is; that he can walk and talk and do math equations and paint pictures. But it’s easier to manage how much he’s grown because you can still bundle him up in your arms and count on one hand how many birthdays he’s had. Maybe if you were having less of an emotional day, you’d be able to imagine what it’ll be like when he’s grown up, but you can feel tears welling up in your eyes again so you push the thought out of your mind.

“Mommy?” Charlie asks, bringing your attention back into the present.

“Mm?”

“Did Grandpa use a bad word because he’s very stressed?” Laughter sputters out of you before you can help it, and Bob raises an amused eyebrow.

“Yeah, baby,” you say, “I don’t think he was thinking very hard about which words he was choosing. He just meant that he wants my surgery to go well, that’s all.”

“It’s like telling someone to give it their all,” Bob explains, coming to sit down at your bedside again.

“It’s what Daddy does when he’s on a deployment,” you offer, curling your arm into something akin to a flexed muscle, “he gives ‘em heck.”

“And that’s what Momma’s body is gonna do when she’s in surgery. It’s gonna do everything it needs to do to keep her safe while she’s asleep.” Charlie looks between you two, worry creeping back into his features at the mention of the surgery.

“Hey,” you murmur, “I’m going to be okay, Charlie-bear. I promise. Sometimes things can go wrong during a surgery, but the likelihood of anything bad happening is very, very low.” Charlie nods, wide-eyed. “So there isn’t anything to worry about sweetheart. But it’s still okay to be scared, right?”

“Right,” comes his hushed reply. Your heart aches not to be able to soothe his anxiety, but you know there’s no sense in trying to talk him out of it–– especially in the wake of what you’ve been trying to teach him. Still, it seems to you that the rules shouldn’t apply to Charlie, with his delicate soul and enormous heart.

Bob lays a comforting hand on your son’s back and his little form immediately relaxes into the touch. The three of you sit in comfortable silence for a little while, but soon the door creaks open and Jermaine enters with a wheelchair.

“Is this Charlie?” he asks brightly. 

“It is!” you chirp. The boy in question looks up shyly. “Charlie, this is my friend Jermaine. He’s been helping me since I got to the hospital.”

“Your mom is a tough lady,” Jermaine says warmly, squatting to be closer to Charlie’s eye level. “I promise we’re gonna take very good care of her.” Charlie nods.

“Pinkie promise?” he asks, heartbreakingly earnest. Jermaine smiles.

“You got yourself a deal.” He locks his pinkie with Charlie’s and stands up. “I’ve gotta take Mom for a couple of tests before her procedure, and then we’re gonna take her off to surgery. But you’ll get to see her in a few hours when she wakes up, okay champ?” Charlie holds on to you a little tighter and peers up at his dad, who nods encouragingly.

“Okay.”

“Mom is very lucky to have people that care about her so much,” Jermaine says. “You should be proud.” A little divot of determination forms between Charlie’s brows and he nods. Bob starts to stand and Charlie clambers around to give you one last hug.

“I love you Mommy,” he says. You squeeze him as tightly as you can and press a big kiss to his cheek.

“I love you too, baby bear. I’m gonna see you so soon, okay?”

“Okay,” he says, a heartbreaking waver in his voice. You give him another kiss before Bob scoops him up again, and before you know it, Jermaine is wheeling you off into the hospital halls. 

Back in your room, Bob has Charlie wrapped up in a tight embrace.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, baby bear,” he coos, “everything’s gonna be okay.”

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Slow Motion - Ch. 2

I Never Knew You Could Feel This Way

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4| Chapter 5

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Curvy Female Reader

Hey fam thank you to all those who gave the first chapter some love 💙 I’m in the midst of writing a few darker chapters for Save Yourself (Dean Winchester x Reader) and I Can’t Help Myself (Joel Miller x Reader), so this has been my slice of happy fluff! I hope y’all enjoy and thank you to everyone who asked to be tagged 🥺 love you much! (also almost at 230 followers 🥺🥺🥺)

Series Summary: I mean, love at first sight has to exist for some people. Guess you're one of the lucky ones. Bob had said it so nonchalantly. Like it was a thing that could, did, happen in real life. And yet here he was, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, falling for you faster than his plane could take off. But even if everything felt slow motion, was it possible the two of you were moving too fast?

Chapter Summary:

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire! Rooster made a small decision to give love a shot and a higher power has decided he will trip over Every. Single. Word he says to you the second he walks back into Top Gun. And he knows this isn’t… love, but you shake his nerves and rattle his brain. What he doesn’t realize, he has the same effect on you.

Monday

“Hey!” Bradley nods to a few people as he makes his way into the Admiral’s office. He waltzes over to the front desk, surprised it’s currently unoccupied. He leans over the edge of it, looking to see if he can spot anyone down the hall. When no one comes he takes a look around.

It’s set up differently than last time; everything is labeled [your last name] in metallic blue, and behind the desk there’s a gallery wall of photos and memorabilia. Some of it looks like world war two era, and some, like the one of his dad and Maverick, more recent. His eyes drift over every photo and he almost laughs out loud when he sees a small one of Captain America and Peggy Carter tucked right in the middle. How has no one noticed that? He chuckles.

“Like what you see, Lieutenant?” You ask from the doorway to the left of your desk. You’re not sure how the words even made it out of your mouth, let alone the sexy tone. Your heart’s rattling around in your chest; This is it, the moment he’ll look you over once and pass. Plenty of guys that roam these halls have done it, but, to be fair, you’ve done it too.

He slowly swings his head to flash you a smile and stops dead in his tracks, the girl from the bar! He immediately stands up stick straight, smoothing the front of his uniform, and nearly saluting at you. Your eyes are still twinkling with mischief like they did at the bar, even under the fluorescent lights. And he never thought red lipstick could make his whole body tingle.

“Yes Ma’am. Quite a collection.” He swallows hard, his heart beating like he just got caught cheating on a test. When you smile, and refrain from laughing, he relaxes a bit. “But uh, wasn’t Captain America with the army?” He cheekily adds, almost missing the lip of the desk when he tries to lean against it.

“Are you tellin me you are not, in fact, The Steven Grant Rogers?” You feign surprise, which earns you an eye roll and a small chuckle. “Although I guess Cap never had a mustache.” You hold a finger up to your top lip and wiggle your brows at him.

“Ha ha.” He playful adds, his eyes keeping yours captive. 

Guess he does like what he sees… Damn you Mav. You sigh.

“I don’t think Mr. Stark has you on the docket today, but you’re on time for the Admiral.” You walk around to your side of the desk, taking a seat and waking up the computer.

“Would rather go have a drink with Stark to be honest.” He tells you, the words tumbling out slowly as he admires your face. He’s seen plenty of pretty girls in his time, but something about you is so much more captivating. Your face is soft, full cheeks, rounded nose; your beautiful lips are gently pulled into a smile as your eyes are focused on the task at hand.

“Alright Lieutenant Bradshaw, here’s your badge; the Admiral will be waiting for you in his office.” You tell him as you hand him his things. You look up to see he’s got a cute little grin on his face, his eyes slowly moving but he clearly hasn’t heard a word you said.

“Lieutenant?” You cock your head to one side. Why is he looking at me like that? Oh god do I have lipstick on my teeth? You quickly lick your teeth just in case. It’s a liquid lipstick, it ain’t on your teeth you dolt.

“Bradley?” You try. His name feels good rolling off your tongue, like you were always meant to say it.

“Hmm?” He blinks hard a few times. How is she so cute? How could she look this adorable now and so badass last night?

“The Admiral is waiting for you.” You smile, leaning a bit closer to him.

He rocks forward onto the balls of his feet and for a second you think he might kiss you. He DOESN'T KNOW YOU, you dingus. You reprimand yourself. Still… 

He quickly flashes a smile and rocks back, slapping his hands against the desk as he slowly backs away; his gaze not letting go of yours until he makes a left down the hall.

He does know it’s-

After about two seconds he quickly walks the other direction toward the Admiral’s office and you giggle to yourself.

_______

“Flirty? Like Hangman ?” You look at your group of coworkers in disbelief. You had gossiped a little here and there but now they were full speed ahead since a certain group of fighter pilots have been arriving throughout the week.

“Hangman’s so pretty…” One girl comments.

“And the textbook definition of a player!” Someone else laughs.

“Rooster looks the part but he’s all talk; never taken anything farther than a few dates from what I’ve heard. At least Hangman takes you home…”

The lot of you sit and gossip like a group of hens, but not much can be said about Bradley.

As one girl tells her date mixup story involving Fanboy, the girl covering your break comes over and gives you an apologetic look.

“Sorry, Maverick asked for you.” She shrugs. You nod and stand up, giving the girls an apologetic look as you head back to your desk.

“Like what you see Captain?” You smile from the doorway. Mav’s standing almost exactly how Bradley was earlier. At the sound of his name he turns to you, flashing that million dollar smile.

“Need you to do one of these in my house.” He gestures to the wall. He loved the one you had in Mojave, but he loved that a few of his peers had given you a few photos to add.

“I’ll need Pennys approval in writing.” You poke him in the shoulder.

“If you put plenty of pictures of Amelia she’ll be fine.” He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you and giving you a squeeze.

“Ok well, then I’ll need what you just said in writing.” You squeeze him a little harder and you let go of each other.

“Walk with me?” He gestures to the courtyard. You nod and follow him out the door. “Enjoying Top Gun? Everyone respecting you?”

“Been good so far. Ladies were just starting to fill me in on a certain group of pilots.” You laugh. “Although they described Bradley differently then the impression I got.”

“You’ve met already?” Mav perks up, which makes you chuckle.

“He came in this morning and checked in. Got his clearance and all that.” 

“Did you talk? What did you think?” Mav lightly takes your arm so you stop walking.

“He’s polite, nice, can crack a joke, and a little flirty.” You shrug, trying to keep it cool. If you give Mav any indication that Bradley makes you feel like a blob of jello you’ll never hear the end of it.

Mav slowly nods at your words but that damn smile is as big as the runway.

“Did you tell him we’ve worked together?” You inquire. It would explain his better behavior from what you gather.

“Not a word, never let me get past the ‘I know a girl you should meet’. But I knew you two would hit it off.” He claps in victory.

“Think you’re jumping the gun there Mav.” You shake your head, looping your arm through his. And don’t give me too much hope.

“Maybe, maybe not. Either way could you join us for family dinner? Penny’s cooking.” He clarifies. Mav can grill just about any kind of meat, but he has no talent for anything else.

“Wow you’re not just going to throw us out on a date right off the bat?” You laugh. “But yes, I would love to come over.”

“Going to try the ‘if I’m nice I’ll get what I want’ route with you two.”

“And what do you want?”

“For you two to fall in love, duh. And dinner is Sunday at 6.” He slips his arm from your grasp and traps you in a bear hug as you waddle back inside.

_______

Wednesday

“Who’s the new girl at the front desk?” Rooster asks as he hands everyone a shot. They’ve been at The Hard Deck for all of an hour and he’s already three beers in hoping to calm the fuck down.

“(Y/N)?” Phoenix and Bob ask in unison as they circle the pool table.

“I saw her too. She’s… pretty.” Hangman adds, making a little face.

“Why’d you say it like that?” Fanboy frowns, taking a sip of his beer.

“She’s just a little curvier, which is fine, gives ya a little more to uh.” He makes a squeezing gesture with his hands. “It just normally comes with some body insecurity.” He shrugs.

“You kidding Hangman? She’s fine as hell.” Coyote sighs, thinking about when you wore a knockout outfit yesterday.

“And like you wouldn’t soak up the undivided attention.” Phoenix rolls her eyes. “Wait… wait a fucking minute! Didn’t she turn you down the other day? Flipped you off as she left?” Phoenix pokes. Hangman’s face pinches together and the whole group erupts in laughter. 

“She probably told Rooster to get lost too.” He fires back, turning to Rooster for confirmation. Rooster simply shrugs, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Not telling you shit Hangman.

“Oooo man, Rooster for the win.” Fanboy claps. “But seriously, what are all y’all doing here? I’m stationed here…” Fanboy steers the conversation to other things as Rooster reels over the last few days. Turns out you’re way more than a secretary, you’re an analyst who can do two jobs at once. You’re only ever called in on certain missions or programs but the Admiral was more than happy to have you on the staff. Rooster managed to keep his head on straight for once and asked about the Cap and Carter picture. You laughed and told him he was the first one to ever say anything. Her laugh is the best noise… and her smile, who could resist?

Bob quietly moves to sit next to Rooster, shaking his snack cup to wake him up out of whatever daze he’s in.

“(Y/N)’s really nice.” He tells Rooster. “We talked for a bit during lunch. She transferred from another base. She said she never thought she would work for the Navy, but apparently she has family here. Which explains why she brushed off Hangman’s advancements.” He huffs a little laugh.

“Think the only reason she didn’t pass me over was because I could barely talk like a normal person, let alone flirt.” Rooster confesses. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so-“ he grasps at the air, searching for something to describe this feeling.

“Nervous?” Bob offers, his brows raised in surprise.. He knows the feeling, especially  with confident women, but it’s fun to see Rooster squirm a little.

“It’s like trying to land a plan on your own for the first time. You know you can do it, but you’re still afraid you’ll crash into the ground.”

“Ooo, I hate- actually love to tell you,” Phoenix takes a seat on the other side of Rooster, “you’re falling for her.”

“What?”

“You can’t use your words like a big boy,” she starts counting on her fingers.

“You get that love struck look whenever you think about her.” Bob throws in and Phoenix holds up a second finger.

“What look? There’s no look!” Rooster defends. Is there a look? Do you give him a look? Although every look you give him is cute…

“It’s the one currently on your face.” Phoenix smirks. “ and you've asked everyone about her.”

“Not everyone…”

“Ok, you haven’t asked Maverick, or Penny. But I’ve literally seen you jump into all conversations about her.”

“Plus you specifically said the other night that you needed someone like that.” Bob nods.

“Well ya, like her… not actually…. her…” Rooster shakes his head. His heart might pound faster than his plane can fly when he thinks about you, but that’s normal…

“Think I have to disagree,” Bob nods. “I mean, love at first sight has to exist for some people. Guess you’re one of the lucky ones” He shrugs.

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? Is that what this is? That’s fuckin crazy… no way. She’s just… just…

“Think you broke him Bob.” Phoenix waves her hand in front of Rooster’s face until he smacks it away. 

“She’s a smart, talented and beautiful woman, what’s not to like?” Bob looks at Rooster like he’s the crazy one.

“I know she’s those things… I just didn’t think-”

“And continue to not think.” Phoenix demands. “Not only does that advice work for being a pilot but also your love life, apparently. When you think too much you become a babbling mess, as you mentioned.”

“Maybe she’s the one you don’t have to put up a front for. Someone that you can lean on.” Bob softly adds, gently bumping Rooster’s arm. 

Maybe Bob’s right; maybe you could be his wingman in life, a home to come back to. You’ve known her for like three days man…

“You know Family Fun Weekend is next week…” Phoenix shrugs.

“And she’s going to be there.” Bob sing songs as he continues to snack on his peanuts.

_______

Friday

You got this. She’s just… possibly the love of your life. No, no, she’s a girl you want to know. No pressure. Bradley shakes the nerves away and walks out into the courtyard.

“Enjoying the San Diego air Agent Carter?” See? Still got it.

You look up from your phone to see Rooster walking toward you, a cocky smile on his face. That’s more like it.

“Good morning Rodgers.” You salute, trying to keep the tingly feeling under control. “Much nicer than afternoons back home.” You look up at the blue sky that’s dotted with clouds, seagulls squawking overhead as they ride the cool sea breeze. Somewhere in the distance you can hear the fog horns of ships and engines of planes.

“And where’s home?” He gestures to the empty seat next to you. You scoot to one side and he happily takes a seat, his arm coming to rest on the back of the bench. 

“Out towards Edwards Air Force Base.” You answer, trying not to sigh at the warmth of his knee against yours.

“Ahh, so you and Mav were neighbors.”

“Something like that.” You smile. Interesting that Mav hasn’t told him. “How was your meeting?”

“It was good, it was good; classified to civilians unfortunately.” He lifts his sunglasses up hoping you’ll do the same so he can lose himself in your eyes.

“You flyin soon? Or did they try to get you on the teaching route?” Did he just move his sunglasses to look at me? Maybe I should… You move your sunglasses up and you swear you hear him sharply inhale. Stay calm, stay calm, could be nothing.

“Always another mission. Startin’ in a few weeks.” He gives you that cute little grin, and it feels like he’s truly looking at you. Has to be real, can’t be hallucinating that good.

“So you’ll get training time here?” You ask, scooting a little closer, so your thigh is flush against his. He may be branded as a flirt but it can’t be just you that feels… whatever this is.

“Hopefully a little more training than past missions. And even a few days off here and there, maybe we could do stuff…” He leans toward you, fingertips lightly touching your shoulder.

“We can definitely do stuff… together.” You whisper as his face slowly moves toward yours.

“I’d like that.” His breath gently fans your face. Just a little closer-

“Rooster!”

You lean away from each other and turn to see Maverick waving him over.

“Duty calls Rodgers.” You whisper, bumping your shoulder against him.

“He always does.” He sighs, pushing himself off the bench and striding toward Maverick. 

You watch him go, trying not to admire the view too obviously. When he reaches Maverick they throw their arms around each other and walk back inside.

I love you Mav but you sure have the worst timing. You shake your head and turn back to your phone.

“Hey Red!”

You look up to see Rooster leaning out the door. “See you at the Family Fun day next weekend?”

“Sure thing Cap!” You laugh. See you a lot sooner than that though.

_______

Sunday

“Help Amelia set the table.” Mav directs, handing Bradley a stack of dishes.

“Yes sir.” he salutes as he walks over to the dining table.

“So you’ve met Mav’s friend?” He asks Amelia as the shuffle around the table to set it.

“Ya… you haven’t?” She cocks an eyebrow. “She works at Top Gun and comes by the bar few nights a week to chat with mom. Figured you would have ran into her by now.”

“I’ve only been here a week!” Bradley huffs in fake annoyance. Although it is his own fault, he got so wrapped up with his friends and you… he hasn’t given Mav’s friend a second thought.

“What’s she like? Mav is normally really good at not making friends.” Bradley chuckles.

“She’s cool. She managed to convince my mom to let me get this.” She pulls back her hair to show the tiny stud in her upper ear. “And she and Mav have the same sense of humor, so there’s too many inside jokes to keep track of.”

Bradley stops moving around the table, his brow furring at his new dilemma: does he tell Mav he’s already…in… love with you? But maybe he and mystery girl will hit it off and-

“Bradley?” Amelia interrupts. She’s trying her best not to laugh but he’s got the most confused and horrified look on his face.

“Ya?”

“You’ll like her, trust me.” She pats his shoulder and walks back into the kitchen to help her mom. The doorbell rings and Mav yells for Bradley to grab the door.

“Since when does she ring the doorbell?” He hears Penny ask.

It’ll be fine. You can have options. Maybe you’ll just be good friends after this. Bradley pep talks as he swings the door open to reveal

“Red.”

“Rooster.” You smile at him. You hoped if you rang the doorbell Mav would make him get it. His shocked expression slowly turns into that same cute smile he gives you when he walks by your desk everyday and you can’t help but bite your lip.

“Bradley.” Mav shouts. He darts his eyes toward Mav, who’s gesturing for him to let you in.

“Shit, right. Sorry.” He fumbles, moving far enough that you can squeeze by. He quickly shuts the door behind you, his arm gently pressed against your lower back as it clicks closed. His feet have decided they aren’t moving so now you’re almost pressed against his chest.

“Hi.” You breathe. Your heart feels like it’s getting ready to launch out of your chest with how close he’s standing. All he’d have to do is lean forward a little bit and his lips would press into yours

“Hi.” He mumbles back, his eyes taking in every detail of your beautiful face. Your eyes flick to his mouth and fuck could he want anything more then to press his mouth to yours?

“Kids! Dinner’s ready!” Penny sings and both of you snap out of the staring contest.

“Are introductions still needed?” Mav laughs as he hands the desert you brought to Amelia and swallows you in a hug.

“Bradley might need one.” Amelia giggles from the kitchen.

“I didn’t realize (Y/N) was your friend.” Bradley pokes Mav in the shoulder, handing you both a plate. You mumble a thanks and start dishing out your food, chatting with Amelia about your matching piercings.

Bradley turns to follow but Mav grabs him by the scruff of his neck.

“Maybe you should have let me tell you more instead of brushing it off.” Mav laughs in Bradley’s ear, ruffing his hair as he pushes him toward the table.. 

_______

“Think it’s time for the old folks to go to sleep.” You loudly whisper. Bradley and Amelia snicker as Mav and Penny groan from their places on the couch.

“Not old…” Penny remarks as she peels herself off the couch.

“You three just survive on no sleep.” Mav slaps your knee as he walks by.

“Ain’t no rest for the wicked.” You and Bradley say in unison.

“I’m going to bed too. School in the morning.” Amelia throws the remote on the couch before she gives you and Bradley both a hug.

“And then there were two.” Bradley smiles, holding up two fingers.

“We both have work tomorrow.” You groan, moving you ass over to the spot next to Bradley so you can lean against him as you pity yourself. Can’t we just be adults with endless money and without the confines of a job?

“Want me to drive you home?” He chuckles, gently putting his arms around you.

“Yes please.” You mumble into his chest. He chuckles again and the vibration makes you smile. “Maybe we can sit here for a moment?” you whisper. You can hear the grandfather clock in the hall mark the seconds of silence. Maybe I went too-

“I’d like that.” He whispers back, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

_______

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[anurst]

Girl Bradshaw

Summary: jake makes the first move and now you've got a date for tomorrow night. But for tonight, you're spending the night with your therapist.

Pairing(s): jake seresinx (fem)(bradshaw) reader

Warning(s): language, therapy, self-esteem/self-doubt issues

Part 4: Gorgeous dirty blond, green-eyed, southern babe

So, training hadn't gone as well as you expected it to. Jensen had the time of his life knocking you on your ass more than once. To make up for it though, you had taken down Carlos more times than you could count.

You moaned as you pushed your chest towards the ground in between your spread leg. Stretching was always great after training.

"You feeling better?" Ethan asked as he sits down next to you, beginning his own stretches. You and Ethan have been friends for years, much like everyone on your team, but there was always this polite distance between you. While everyone felt comfortable asking personal question, Ethan never did. He'd wait for you to tell him what was bothering you. Which is why it made you frown when he asked how you were feeling.

"Uh—better, I guess. My body doesn't feel all tense now. My ass actually hurts a lot since Jen slammed down like a billion times."

Ethan chuckles, "Yeah, well now you know how the rest of us feel when we're paired with him for sparing."

You raise a brow, "What are you talking about?"

Rolling his eyes, Ethan his upper body towards his right leg, "Jensen's always takes it easier on you. Has been since Russia." You scoff at his comment. Ethan also had a tendency to be blunt. Not a bad thing, but it could be when he said something weird, like now. He could tell that his comment rubbed you the wrong way, so he changes the subject. "She's here."

"Who is?"

"The girl—the pilot that ghosted me."

You snort and Ethan glares at you. "Sorry! What you gonna do?" He shrugs and stands. You follow his movement and stand with him.

"Wasn't gonna do anything, really. I think she's into the blond with glasses on her team." You both begin walking to the locker rooms.

"Need me to fight her?" Ethan smiles at your words.

"As entertaining as that would be, I don't think the raiders would find it as funny as I do." You shrug.

You're talking with Amy and leaving the women's locker room when you see Jake. He's leaning against the wall, seemingly waiting for someone. Waiting for you.

Amy grins as she pulls your arm, "Your prince charming's waiting!"

You grimace at her words. "I don't know about that." Amy visibly deflates.

"(y/n), I love you. I think you are one of the best humans on this planet. But, you are goddamn stupid. There is a gorgeous dirty-blond, green-eyed, southern babe standing right over, who is clearly interested in you!" Your cheeks start to warm up as you stare at Jake. "If you don't talk to him, I will," Amy threatens before taking off in the opposite direction. You take a deep breath in and walk towards Jake.

"You make it a habit of waiting outside of women's locker rooms?" you tease, your heart beginning to beat faster. Jake shakes his head at your question and smiles at you.

"Only for you."

"Oh, I'm flattered," you joke. You reach up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear and you panic. You didn't shower after training since you wanted to in the comforts of your own apartment. Does Jake think you smell bad? That would ruin any chance you have with the dirty blond.

"How was training?" It's an innocent question but makes you panic.

"I don't smell!"

Jake raises an eyebrow with an amused smirk, "No, you don't. You hit your head too hard or somethin'?" Oh shit, his slight southern drawl makes your knees go weak.

"Well, Jensen did knock me on my ass a couple hundred times. He's the best at hand-to-hand in the first battalion, so basically all of the raiders."

Something shifts on Jake's face, but you don't notice it. "Is he your boyfriend?" You frantically shake your head.

"No! God, no! He's like my brother!" You both cringe at your words and you sigh. "I mean— he's my best friend. Has been for the past fifteen years. He's my rock, my person, you know better half or whatever." Jake nods as he smiles again.

"Good. I won't feel bad for asking you on a date then." You let out a shaky chuckle.

"Date?"

"Yep," he replies, popping the 'p'.

"And this isn't some set up?" you ask, doubt beginning to form in your heart. Jake's cute, gorgeous even, but he's friends with Bradley. What if Bradley put him up to this? Would Bradley do that?

"If you're thinking that Rooster put me up to this, you're wrong. So wrong, darling."

"Rooster?" you question.

"Bradshaw— uh Bradley's callsign."

"Really? He went with Rooster?"

"He sounds like one when he snores." Jake laughs with you before he bites his lip. "So, that date?" You struggle to answer.

"Jake. I'm sure you're a great guy, an amazing guy even. But you—"

"Work with my brother and Maverick," Jake finishes. He nods in acceptance, disappointment clear on his face. "It's alright. I get it." He begins to walk away and your stomach flips.

"Wait!" You grab his wrist. "What do you like more pancakes, waffles, or french toast?" Jake looks at you with face full of confusion and you laugh. "No jokes. Just which one do you like more?"

"Waffles," he answers and you grin. He's a waffles guy. Of course, he is.

"There's this place called Casita Ruiz. I've got a hot date with my therapist tonight, so tomorrow night. At 6. If you're late, I know how to break every bone in the human body, just so you know." Jake's smiling wide, and so are you.

"I'll show up at 5:30 then." Before you know what's happening, Jake lean forward and presses a kiss against your cheek. Your face burns up even more. "I'll see you tomorrow, Braidy."

"Call me (y/n). It's my middle name. The only people who call me Braidy are the ones I don't like."

"You like me?"

"Don't push your luck, cowboy."

No matter how many times you've sat on this sofa, you'll never get use to it. Ava's staring at you with her dark, brown eyes and you shift uncomfortably. Sighing, you decided to just lay on the sofa, even though your feet hang over.

"(y/n)," Ava begins and you groan. "You called me and said you needed to talk to me right away." You cover your eyes with your arm and lick your lips.

"Bradley and Pete are here," you finally say. Ava's eyes widen and she sits a little straighter. She's heard about them many times from you. They're the main topic you talk about. Them, and the nightmares that you get from your countless assignments.

"And, how does that make you feel?" Ava asks, her voice soft and comforting. But, it doesn't have the effect she wants because you sit right up.

"How does it make me feel?" you scoff, venom clear in your voice. "They've been stationed in Miramar for the past two year together! Miramar! 45 fucking minutes away me! You know, I bet they were having the goddamn time of their lives there! As if nothing fucking happened!" You run a hand through your hair.

Ava bits her lips. "45 minutes, huh."

"Yeah," you whisper, voice broken and Ava frowns. You've been seeing her for the past seven years, and you've made a lot of progress. But now? It seems it's all gone down the drain at the appearance of your estranged brother and godfather.

"Braidy," she says, voice now firm, and you glare.

"Don't call me that."

"They call you that."

"Well, Bradley and Pete can go fuck themselves for all I care."

"You do care. You care a lot. That's why we're sitting here," she says and you roll your eyes. You've gone back to lay down and turn your head to look at Ava.

"I don't want to care," you say, your eyes becoming watery.

"But, you do. You care so much that you're hurting yourself." You turn away from Ava's eyes and look at the ceiling. "Have you ever thought about talking to them."

"I'd end up yelling at them if I did."

"Maybe that's what you need. To yell them. Tell them everything and anything." You nod and press your lips into a thin line, debating whether you should tell Ava about Jake.

"There's this guy. His name's Jake and he's a naval aviator," you let out a humourless chuckle, "He works with Bradley and Pete. Before coming here, he asked me out and I said yes."

"That's good. It's been a while since you've been on a date," Ava teases. You snort and look at her.

"You making fun of me, Doc?"

"Just an observation." Your eyes go back to the ceiling. "I can tell there's a but coming."

"But, I'm not sure going out with him is a good idea."

Ava nods, "You think Bradley has something to do with him asking you out."

"Yes and no."

"Do you wanna talk about your doubts?"

You sigh, "Aside from the fact that I'm Bradley's sister, there's nothing interesting about me. I mean, he could have gone for Amy. She's brighter, smiles more, and guys love that. So, why me?" There it is. The self-doubt. It's one of the issues that you've been working on in the past seven year.

"(y/n)" your eyes don't stray from the ceiling, "You're not unloveable."

"I know."

Ava sighs, "Have you given more thought to my suggestion?"

"About the dog?"

"Mhmm, you've always said you wanted one."

"I work too much," you clear your throat. "I wouldn't be around enough to take care of it. It's cruel. To give someone hope that you'll be around and them drop off the face of the earth."

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Girl Bradshaw

Summary: a little peek into the early years of your life

Pairing(s): Jake Seresin x F! Bradshaw! Reader

Warning(s): mentions of deceased parents, death of a loved one, fighting, bradley being a dick, daddy issues,

A/n: thank you for all the support on the first part :,) glad you all liked it!

Part 2: Chick

Nick "Goose" Bradshaw

He was a man who was loved by all who met him. He was loved most of all by his family. His best friend, his brother from another mother, Pete, was his counterpart. Someone who'd always have his back, no matter what. His loving wife, Carole, was his high school sweetheart and the love of his life. She just like him was easy to love. She was bright, sweet, a constant ray of love and laughter. There was also their adorable son, Bradley. A boy who loved his dad more than anything. Most of time you'd find him clutching a mini F-14 Tomcat in his hands, a gift from his beloved dad. Everyone who met Nick loved him.

You never got the chance to meet him. Nick died 6 months after you were born. Bradley was 5 at the time. He had 5 years with him, while you had nothing. Bradley had memories, however few he remembered, with him. And you? Nothing. You know who he is, but you don't know him.

Maybe that was the start of the fall of your relationship with Bradley.

Despite never knowing your dad, Carole, always the good mother, showed you pictures of him, told you stories about him, let you watch the old videotapes that he was in.

Oh, how you loved those videotapes as a child. For hours, you'd lay in the living room, eyes glued to the TV that replayed videos of Nick. Some were of him with Carole, their undying love for one another as clear as day. Others were of moments with him and friends. Then there were some of Bradley, his first steps, preschool, birthdays, his little league games. There was only one of you and Nick.

It was the day you were born. Carole was asleep on the hospital bed with Bradley curled up against her side. You were laying in your hospital issued bassinet, your eyes wide and staring up at the ceiling. Nick, the loving father, pointed the camera down at you and cooed.

"Baby, you are beautiful. Just like your mama. You're smaller than your brother was when he born. You're like a baby chick! That's what I'll call you, baby chick. My chick." The camera shifts from you to Nick. He's smiling wide and his eyes are full of love. "I'll always protect you, Chick. I'll always love you."

You stopped watching the videotapes when you got into middle school. They were too much to watch, the heartache was all consuming. Pete around this time had filled in the void that Nick had left. When he wasn't on deployment, he was living in an apartment 10 minutes away from the Bradshaw house.

Although seeing you, Carole, and Bradley caused Pete to relive the worst event of his life, he stayed because of you. Whenever you'd get out of the school and you saw him, you'd smile wide and he'd see Nick. When you'd tell him a story about something that happened, your eyes would light up and he's feel his heart swell with love for you.

Carole never minded Pete stepping in as a father figure for you. He wasn't just Nick's best friend but her's as well. She was grateful that you had someone to look up. She didn't date since she felt that no one would ever live up to Nick, so Pete made life easier. Of course, he wasn't around every day, during those times you'd practically cling to Bradley.

It was late one night when you'd gotten up for some water. Half asleep, you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes before stopping. You peeked around the corner to see your mom on the phone, her back turned to you.

"He's talking about joining the Naval Academy, Pete! Please! I can't," Carole let out a shaky breath, "I can't lose him too." Her shoulders were shaking with light sobs and you frowned. Turning around, you tried to walk as slowly as possible back to your room. The floorboard creaked underneath you and you stopped.

"Braidy?" Carole asked, her footsteps rushing towards you. Turning around, you pretended to rub your eyes and smiled at your mom.

"Just had to pee," you whispered. Carole bit her lip before she moved to wrap her arms around you. You let your head rest on her shoulder as you wrapped your arms around her. By this time, you were around the same height.

"I love you, Chick," she whispered softly. She removed her arms from around you and cradled your face. Tears started to pool in her eyes as she kissed your forehead.

"Mama? Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. Just tired."

"Where is she!" Bradley yelled, his voice full of panic. The nurse jumped a little at the volume of his voice.

"R-Room 264."

Spitting out an apology, Bradley took off running. His heart was beating out of his chest and could feel bile start to rise in his throat. He stopped when he saw you squatting outside your mom's hospital room. Your body shook and your wails were muffled. "Braidy...?" Bradley whispered, immediately crouching down and wrapping you up in his arms.

You clung to your big brother as you continued to cry. "Bradley...Sh-She's gone..." you sobbed, your hands tightly gripping the back of Bradley's shirt.

"HE PULLED MY PAPERS BRAIDY!" Bradley yelled at you, his face red with anger and sweat starting to form on his forehead. You let out a small whimper at his voice and pushed your hair away from your face.

"I'M SURE HE HAS HIS REASONS, BRADLEY! JUST TALK TO HIM!"

Scoffing, Bradley shook his head and pointed a finger at you. "DID YOU DO THIS? DID YOU TELL HIM TO PULL MY PAPERS?" Shocked, you shook your head.

"NO! BRADLEY JUST TALK TO DAD!"

Silence filled the room as you both took in your own words. Shaking, you brought a hand up to cover your mouth. Tears spilled from your eyes as you wiped him.

"Dad?" Bradley scoffed, his voice full of venom. "That guy's dead to me. And, so are you."

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[anurst]

Girl Bradshaw

Summary: memories of Russia start to resurface and you decided to take a step and talk to Pete. How does he react?

Pairing(s): jake seresin x (fem)(bradshaw) reader

Warning(s): language, PTSD, nightmares, daddy issues, absent father figure, violence/abuse against reader (don't read if you're not comfortable with violence/abuse)

Part 5: Tears for the father

It's cold. So very cold. Your body's shivering and your undergarments do little to provide you warmth. You don't know much time has passed and you feel your body fading. Shit, you want to be back in Oceanside with everyone. You want to be eating Mexican food at the Ruiz family restaurant with everyone and laughing. You want your family.

Your body's weak and you feel your eyes getting heavy. No, you can't close your eyes. If you do, you won't ever open them again. It doesn't sound so bad, now that you think about. You'll finally be with your mom and dad again. The pain has long since faded and you let out a shuddering breath. Jensen will understand. He and everyone will understand if you close your eyes. But, your heart aches. You don't want to leave them. Not yet. There's still so much you haven't done.

You think about how Bradley will find out. Will they show up at his doorstep with news of your death? Will it be your team who tells him? Is he even going to be the one to answer the door? Maybe his partner will, or his kid. A weak chuckle escapes your lips as you think of Bradley's potential children. Without a doubt he'd name them after your late parents.

Or maybe it's Pete who's doorstep they set on. Your beloved godfather. You remember your mom telling you that when you were born, Pete cried tears as he held your small body. He whispered sweet nothings to you as Nick asked him to be your godfather.

"My baby chick," a sweet voice says from somewhere in the dark, small room. You know that voice, you've heard it before. But, you don't who it belongs to. "It's okay," it reassures and you nod. It's ok to let go.

You head shoots up at the sound of footsteps coming closer. Not now, please, not now. You're not sure if you could survive another beating. Your breathing picks up before you force yourself to get a grip.

The door opens and you stare at the dark figure. The lights behind the person hide their face and you give them a smug grin. "Couldn't wait to see me again?" you muse, every part of your body aching. The figure snarls and steps into the room. They grab your hair and you yelp as you weakly hit their arm.

"Let's so how much you run your mouth this time, girl."

You jolt up from your bed and press a hand to your chest. It feels like your heart is gonna beat out of your chest. Your fingers curl around the ratty t-shirt that you're wearing. Jensen's scent fills your nostrils and you can feel yourself calm down. He gave you the shirt a while ago but it still smells like him.

The apartment is quiet when you decide to get up. A look at your alarm clock and you see it's 4:30 in the morning. Your body's still trembling and you grab your blanket. Quickly, you make your way to living room and open the cabinets under the TV. For the next couple minutes you're connecting wires to the TV before popping a DVD into the DVD player. You let the video play as you lean against your couch.

"Baby, you are beautiful. Just like your mama. You're smaller than your brother was when he born. You're like a baby chick! That's what I'll call you, baby chick. My chick." Nick's voice fills your apartment and tears immediately fill you eyes. "I'll always protect you, Chick. I'll always love you." You wipe your tears with the blanket and sniffle.

"I miss you, daddy." You take a deep breath as the video ends and a different one plays. A gentle smile takes over your face as you watch. A five-year old you cluelessly walks across the stage as a ten-year old Bradley and Pete cheer wildly from next to the camera. Carole's giggle can be heard and the camera momentaily shifts from you to them. It goes back to you and wide smile is on your face as you catch sight of your family. You excitedly wave to them and pout as a teacher ushers you off the stage and back to your seat.

You look at the clock hanging up on the wall and read the time. 5:02 AM. You contemplate the sudden thought you had and quickly get up, your blanket dropping to the ground. You rush to get your uniform on and send a quick text to Jensen to not come by later.

The air nips at your skin a little while you're making your way to the gym on base. It's early in the morning and there's only a few people up and around camp. You make it to the gym doors and take a deep breath. Ava's words from last night replay in your head and you open the door.

Pete's grunts are the first thing you hear when you enter. His hair is sweaty and sticking to his forehead. The punching bag swings back violently each time he strikes it and you whistle.

"Wouldn't wanna be that punching bag." Pete's eyes widen as he pants.

"Braidy?" he whispers and you frown a little at the sound of your first name. Pete scrambles to stay something else and you sigh. You take a seat on the bench press next to the punching bags.

"Wanted to come see you," is all you say and Pete nods. He grabs his water bottle from the ground and takes a couple chugs before he wipes his mouth.

"How—uh, how have you been?" Pete cringes at his words. Really? That's the best he can do? He's glad you giggle at his question instead of getting angry. Although, if you did, he'd understand.

You intertwine your fingers and look down at them. "Been better." Well, shit. This is awkward and you're vague replies aren't making this any easier.

"You've got a great team," is the best Pete can think of. He doesn't wanna scare you off. Internally, he's happy beyond belief that you're standing (well, sitting) in front of him. Externally, he's tense and apprehensive. He makes small movements as one would when dealing with a scared animal.

You nod at his compliment. "Been with them for a long time."

"I can tell. They certainly love you."

"Mhmm." You're still staring at your hands with your head down. Pete's lip twitches.

"You ok? You've got that look on your face." You finally look at him and laugh.

"I had this dream. Wasn't a good one and I was watching these old videos that I have. There was one of my kindergarten graduation and I just— needed to see you. Make sure you were real or something. I don't know." Pete frowns at your explanation and takes a step towards you. You flinch at the movement, but the older man isn't deterred. He slowly and softly places a hand on your head and crouches down. You let him wrap his arms around your body and close your eyes.

You've missed him. As much as you tried to deny that you didn't, you did. Pete feels like home. He feels safe. He feels like family. You don't realize you're crying until Pete's wiping away your tears, his own falling softly.

"Why—why'd you leave me?" you whisper, voice broken and timid. Pete frowns as he takes a seat next to you. He wraps his hand in yours and sighs.

"After you called me and told me that what happened with Bradley, I thought that if I left you, that you and Bradley would make up. You're brother and sister, you need each other."

"I needed my dad," you countered. You both stare at each other and Pete smiles softly.

"It hurt me to leave you. You were my little girl, blood or not." Silence follows as you and Pete just sit next to each other. You lick your lips and your leg starts to bounce.

"You and Bradley have been in Miramar for the past two years," you say and Pete let's go of your hand.

"Yes."

"Did you guys think of me while you were together."

"Braidy, I think of you all the time."

"You didn't answer my question."

Pete swallows deeply and a pit grows in the pit of his stomach. "We didn't talk about you." That's all you need to hear before you stand up. You wipe your nose and nod before walking to the door. Pete's quick to grab your wrist and you stop. "Braidy, we miss you. Bradley misses you. Please, just talk to him."

You scoff in response and rip your wrist out of his grip. "It was nice talking to you, Pete." You exit the gym as quickly as you can and walk. You don't where you're going, but you just keep walking.

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What would it be like dating the members of the ghost team from Girl Bradshaw?

A/n: my first side story for GB! these will mostly be little drabbles and stories that I come up with. Some will contain some lore for GB. Enjoy :>

Braidy (y/n) Bradshaw

Pros: Braidy's extremely loyal! She'll never cheat (intentionally anyway) on you. Cheating is a big no for her. She's also very open with her emotions. If she's feeling down or unsure about anything, she'll tell you. Will 100% serenade you with a song before and during your relationship. Girl is a natural born performer. Often jokes that if she didn't become a raider, that she'd be a singer.

Cons: when I said that she'd never cheat on you on purpose, I meant that she wouldn't realize that she might be emotionally cheating on you. Her and Jensen are close, like REALLY close. So close, that it may cause some issues if you aren't ok with it. You may have to settle for being the second choice sometimes. Don't make she choose between you and her team because she will choose her team without a doubt. Her job also takes her away from unknown periods of time (but this goes for all the ghost members).

2. Jensen Kay

Pros: man's is a sweet talker. Will absolutely swept you off your feet with his moves. His good looks are a huge plus. Is an amazing listener as we've seen. Will calm you down or make you feel better about anything. Had a bad day? He'll cook you dinner. Not feeling good about how you look? He'll show you just how beautiful you are to him. Sore from work or workout? He's suddenly a masseuse.

Cons: 100% will put Braidy over you. Not a doubt about it. If you're ever arguing about how he treats you different from Braidy, he'll defend her with his life. Bro is Braidy defender for life. To add salt to the wound, he'll say "(y/n) wouldn't act like this" and leave to stay with her for the night. He's bad with communicating his feelings if you're not Braidy. He's also kinda a serial dater since every girlfriend he's had doesn't approve of his relationship with Braidy and he never feels as though "they're the one".

3. Amy Clarke

Pros: affectionate to the MAX. Absolutely loves touch. Also, super chatty. Will talk on and on for hours about the things she loves. Out of the whole ghost team, the most affectionate one. She'll express her love to you through touches and words. For every little thing, she'll say "love you". Super trendy, too. Has like 5K+ on all her socials. Will do all the tiktok trends you.

Cons: because she talks so much, she's not the best listener. You can't depend on her picking up signals from you, you have to sit her down and tell her flat out.

4. Ethan Kim

Pros: workout junkie. If you ever need a workout partner, he's the best choice. Will never judge you for anything because he's very open to anything. Definitely the strong and silent type. He's also stacked from his rich family, so he likes paying for your things.

Cons: not much of a talker. He doesn't really know how to express his true feelings, so he'll keep them bottled up. Like we've seen, he's pretty blunt. This could either way honestly. Not into PDA so don't try it. He'll get upset and will distance himself. When he's upset, he'll drop off the face of the planet and then pop up like nothing happened.

5. Carlos Ruiz

Pros: the sweetest man ever. He's extremely outgoing and loving. Will kiss you like no one's looking every single time he sees you. A romantic at heart. Loves the walks on the beaches, candle-lit dinners, drives while listening to love music, etc. He's a family guy too! His family owns a restaurant that the team frequents when they're stateside.

Cons: may go a little overboard with all the love, but that's up to you if that's a con or not. Gets jealous very easily. No one should look at you the way he does because you're his.

6. Nolan Meadows

Pros: he is the father of the group. He will take of you. Anything you need, he'll do. He's a very chill guy. Much prefers a night in rather than night out. Because of his job, he takes things slow with you since he wants to appreciate you each and every day. Like a big heater so snuggling is great.

Cons: if he thinks you're unhappy in the relationship, he won't do anything about it. You have to be the one to voices any issues because he'll pretend they don't exist. He doesn't want to acknowledge that his relationship is struggling a little because it scares him. Isn't the best listener. Well, kinda. If you're ranting about something, he'll always tell you ways to fix it. Doesn't get that people vent just to vent.

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[anurst]

Spotlight

Summary: you and Maya finally land in Fightertown and decide to go out. Some familiar faces are there and one brings up unpleasant memories.

Pairing(s): Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F! Reader, (slight?) Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader, (mentioned) reader x OC

Warning(s): Language, Alcohol (brief mentions)

Part 2: Face-to-Face

"YOU'D BETTER CHANGE IT BACK OR WE WILL BOTH BE SORRY! DON'T YOU WANT ME BABY! DON'T YOU WANT ME! OHHH!" Maya sang from besides you, her voice cracking at multiple points. Laughing, you parked the car before sliding your aviators up to form a makeshift headband. "You seriously need to work on your singing."

Maya giggled before stepping out the car. "You love my singing!" Following the shorter woman out the car, you wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer. "You're right. I love listening that howling you call singing."

The two women walked to the door of the Hard Deck as they looked at the sign above them. "Brings back memories, doesn't it?" Maya asked, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement as she looked up at you. Nodding, your eyes hovered over the sea of uniforms visible through the window. "The bet is $50. It's gotta be on-site, you come back with their name, number, and mother's maiden name."

Raising a brow, a grin grew on your face, "You're making this too easy for me." Shrugging, Maya opened the door before motioning for you to follow her inside. She then started making her way to the pool tables before calling over her shoulder one last time, "And remember! On-site!"

Puffing your chest out, you quickly made your way towards the bar for a drink. Leaning against the counter, you scanned over the crowd before a cough to your right made you turn towards a young brown-haired woman, her vibrant green eyes meeting yours. "You come here often?" the woman asked.

"Not often enough if we haven't met, doll." The woman laughed as she turned fully towards you. Stretching out her well-manicured hand, you grinned before shaking her hand. "Leah Connors, and you are?"

"(y/n), but you can call me whatever you want."

Leah giggled again as she stood up. "Well, (y/n). Excuse me, but I need to go to the restroom." Nodding in understanding, you kissed your teeth as your eyes followed Leah towards the bathroom. "I am just too good to be true."

Turning your head towards the growing crowd on the other side of the bar, you spotted Maya laughing along with other pilots. Pursing your lips, you turned to move towards the bathroom.

Locking the door behind you, you watched Leah apply some lipstick to her pink lips. "What do you wanna do? Drop on the tiles and just go at it?" Leah turned to lean on the counter behind her, her green eyes closely watching you. "Nah, was thinking this counter will do just fine," you whispered moving closer, placing a hand on each of Leah's side, pinning her to the counter.

"Yeah, cause that'll be comfortable," Leah chuckled, her eyes piercing yours. "Could be. Say, what's your mother's maiden name." Confused, Leah placed a hand against your chest, moving you back a little. "Is that some weird pick up line?"

Chuckling, you gently wrapped Leah's hand around your neck before leaning in closer, "Nope. Just wondering, doll." Smirking, Leah hooked her other hand around your neck as she pulled you closer. "You really need to work on your flirting, pilot."

"You know I'm a pilot?" you asked, shock clear on your face. The familiar tune of 'Great Balls of Fire' and singing made your stomach churn a little, but the woman in front of you pulled out a stronger feeling. Humming, Leah pulled you down to her level and leaned towards your ear. "All you pilots have this air of pride that's obvious from a mile away."

"You into pilots, doll?"

"Very."

----Later-----

Running your hand through your hair, your eyes followed Leah's figure in the mirror. The brunette struggled to button her pants up as you turned to chuckle at her. "So, you gonna tell me your mother's maiden name?"

Turning to look at you with an amused look, Leah shook her head. "Give me your phone, flygirl." Fishing into your jeans backpocket, you opened your phone before handing it to the other woman. A pounding came from the door as Leah jumped. Walking to the door, you unlocked it before a woman rushed into while mumbling thankings.

Sharing a look, the two of you quickly made your escape before standing at the end of the hallway that lead to the bathrooms. Handing back the phone, Leah smiled up at you. "Thanks for the good time Pilot, but I've got to go." Sighing, you let the beautiful woman walk away before making your way to Maya.

"She's awesome! My front seater-"

"Is most definitely the best pilot around," you interrupted, wrapping an arm around Maya's shoulders. Green eyes met your as you widely smiled. "Bagboy! It's been a while hasn't it?"

Jake chuckled before he made his way over to you. Momentarily unwrapping yourself from your backseater, you hugged Jake as Maya giggled from besides you.

"So, you're the famous pilot that Howler was gushing about," a brunette spoke up. Nodding, your cheeks flushed.

"Guilty. And you are?"

"Natasha Trace. Phoenix."

Introductions went around and before you knew it, you found yourself laughing along with the others aviators. All of them were easy-going and were welcoming.

"Don't go stealing my best friend, Nat! Also, where'd Ro-"

"I'm back with more beers! Who's this?" Bradley's voice asked from behind you. Your stomach dropped and your blood ran cold. The memories of the night of Bradley walking out on you resurfaced. Your lips turned into a frown as Maya spoke.

"Spot! This is Ro-"

"Rooster. We've met before."

Maya eyes furrowed in confusion as she noticed the glare you sent towards Bradley. Before she could ask about it, you turned away from the man and towards her. "I'm gonna head home. You coming with or?" Still confused, Maya nodded before heading to the bar to pay her tab. Heading towards the door, you were stopped by Jake, his face just as confused as Maya's. "You know Bradshaw?"

Rolling her eyes at the name, you weakly smiled at Jake. "It was nice seeing you, Jake. I'll see you tomorrow." Quickly making your way to the door, footsteps followed from behind you. Assuming it was Maya, you didn't look over your shoulder until your name was called by the person you least wanted to see.

"(y/n)!" Bradley jogged to keep up with you, which only spurred you to walk faster. Unlocking the car, you quickly climbed in as Bradley stood next to the car door. "(y/n), wait! Can we talk?"

"I don't have anything to say to you, asshole." Sighing, Bradley begged until Maya pulled him away from the car door. "Didn't you hear her, dick? She ain't got anything to say to you!" Walking to the other side, Maya settled into the passenger seat.

"(Y/N)! JUST HEAR ME OUT!" Looking at Bradley, you turned the radio all the way up. "Sorry! Can't hear you over the music!" you yelled before peeling out the parking lot.

----Later----

The car ride home had been silent. Maya shifted uncomfortably the entire way and was glad when the house came into view. She couldn't even say anything since you rushed into the house and into the kitchen. She found you leaning over the sink, your shoulders tense and breathing heavy. "Sooooo... you wanna explain what happened back there?"

Scoffing, you shook your head and made your way to your room. "Hey! Spot! Come on!! That's never happened before!" Maya rushed after you, her hand stopping your door from completely slamming shut.

You collapsed onto the bed and groaned as Maya slowly sat down. Her hand rubbed slow circles on your back before you sat up and faced her.

Licking your lips, your hands started sweating. "He's the one I told you about." Shocked, Maya's eyes widened, "Wait- Rooster is 'future guy'?!" Groaning, you fell back onto your back as Maya's jaw hung open. "I might go back and beat the shit outta him!"

Snorting, you sat up again and your sad eyes met Maya's. Her heart broke as she recalled the phone call from you the night Bradley and you broke up. It was unexpected and shocking, but she kept those thoughts to herself. Delicately, her arms wrapped around you. You buried your head into the crook of her neck as she ran her hands through your hair. "Forget about him, (y/n)."

"If he's here, then that means that he's on the same mission as us. Won't be easy to forget him."

"Then, we just avoid him." Chuckling, you pulled away from the blonde's embrace. "Thanks for having my back in parking lot." Brushing her off, Maya stood up as she glanced at the picture on your nightstand.

A younger version of the two of you were being held by your fathers, smiles wide and pure. She knew on the back of the photo the words "Hollywood Jr and Wolfman Jr" were written. You meant just as much to her as much as Hollywood meant to Wolfman. You two were sisters, not by blood, but were raised side by side. She'd have yours, and you'd have her's.

"Don't have to thank me. I'll always have your back."

A buzz from (y/n)'s phone interrupted the moment as (y/n) pulled out her phone.

Leah Conners It's Frine

"Howl."

"Yeah?"

"You owe me $50."

"No way."

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There'll be more action between Bradley and (y/n) next chapter ^^