not in my house || bradley 'rooster' bradshaw
pairing: bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x civilan!reader
synopsis: you put on an airforce tshirt to get bradley's reaction (inspired by a tiktok from @kwalli13)
note: i didn't have any plans to post for awhile because college & labs are kicking my butt but i watched a tik tok about this and knew i had to write it! so short & cute per usual <3 (also im working on requests still! its a slow process but i promise i will get them up!)
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Your eyes twinkled in mischief as you squatted down and pulled the shirt out from beneath the couch cushion where you had stuffed it earlier that day when your best friend, Liz, had brought it to you.Β
Sneaking a quick peek over the couch, you strained your ears trying to listen for any indication that Rooster had finished his shower earlier than expected but fortunately the coast was clear. If you listened hard enough the distant sound of his singing floated down the stairs confirming that he hadnβt gotten out yet and in one swift move, you pulled the black T-shirt you had been wearing over your head and replaced it with the new one. The difference being that the original shirt you had on was an old college one that you had stolen from Rooster and the new one had β US Air Forceβ stamped across the back.
Rooster had come in from work an absolute sweaty mess, smelling of the combination of BO and jet fuel, and had only stopped long enough to press a βhelloβ kiss to your lips before announcing that he was going to go take a quick shower to wash the day off of him. So you were fairly confident that he hadnβt paid much attention to what you were wearing and even if he had, that he hadnβt registered anything past the shirt's color.
You could barely contain your laughter at thought of your husband's reaction to the shirt, knowing how strongly he felt about his dislike for the other branch. It caused you to snicker slightly to yourself before moving on to the next phase in your plan.
It was just as you had gotten your phone propped up on the end table, intending to record his reaction to show Liz later, making sure the camera a clear view of where you were sitting on the floor in front of the laundry baskets, that the sound footsteps echoed and Roosterβs humming grew more clear as he began to descend the stairs.
βRoo?β You called, hurriedly plopping back down in front of the laundry basket and grabbing a pair of shorts to fold.Β
βYeah honey?β His reply came. You listened closely for the sound of him growing closer as your back was positioned towards the stairs.Β
βDo you know what you want to do for dinner?βΒ
βWell we have that leftover grilled chicken in the fridge, we could make a stir-fry?β He came around the couch not seeing your shirt yet and stopped to your right, βDo we have everything we need for it?β
You glanced up at him, keeping an impressive poker face if you did say so yourself, and pretended to think.Β
βYeah, I think weβve got carrots, onions and mushrooms. Is that all we need?β You asked, lifting up on your knees to place a newly folded t-shirt on the couch to your left, exposing the back of your shirt to Rooster.
It was silent for a moment and you knew he had seen it. It took everything you had not to break out in uncontrollable laughter, you had to hold your breath for a moment as you continued folding clothes acting oblivious to what was going on.
βUm, no β the fuck is that? And why is it in my house?β
βWhat?β You asked innocently, not turning around as you bit your lip to keep from giggling.
βYou can go ahead take your boyfriendβs or whoever the fucks Air Force shirt off. That shit is not going to be in my house, it can go in the garbage can outside where it belongs before that bullshit contaminates something. Yeah, noβ Iβll be damned οΏΌif that shit comes up into this house-'' You couldnβt contain it anymore, you fell forward laughing as his voice got louder and then his own laughter joined yours, βThis is a Navy only household, got that Mrs. Bradshaw?βΒ
You grinned up at him from your position on the floor, βYes sir, Lieutenant Bradshaw.βΒ
He narrowed his eyes at you playfully, before eyeing the shirt again with disgust, βSeriously take that shit off, you want to wear a military shirt so bad go get one of my Top Gun ones or something but never put that on again honey, where did you even get it?β
βLiz, sheβs dating that Air Force pilot, remember? She came up with the idea when we met for lunch today.β You told him, standing up and moving into his space.Β
You went to wrap your arms around him and he took a step backwards, shaking his head. Once again you began laughing, βSeriously Roo?βΒ
βSeriously.β He responded and in one quick motion had his hands gripping the hem of the shirt yanking it up and over your head, leaving you standing there topless since you didnβt tend to wear bras when at home.
His eyes ranked down your form, eyes sparkling as he made an appreciative noise, βMuch better.β Then he threw the offending T-shirt on the couch and pulled you flush against him with both arms.Β
All that could be heard was your muffled giggles as Rooster kissed you firmly, lifting up into his arms and carrying you to your room to show you just one of the many reasons the Navy was far better than the Air Force.
