#Young Bradley Bradshaw

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

(Goose and Carole are at the park with Toddler!Bradley) Woman(walks up with baby in a stroller): - Since you have so many balls and too many toys can be overstimulating for an infant, Brantley here was wondering if he could borrow one to play with! Carole: Oh, that's funny, because Bradley here was just wondering why the crazy lady who spent the last hour chain-smoking and talking to her friend while her kid ate sand would come over to two complete strangers and give them parenting advice! Goose:...Oh, he also thanked us for not naming him "Brantley". Carole: I love our family.

[promisingyounglady]

stranger. | BB x Reader

SYNOPSIS: drunk hookup, no names exchanged, bradley is a pussy eating king.

PAIRING: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

You pant, breathing heavily

“W-What’s your name again?”

A head pops up from in between your legs, giving you a sight that makes you delirious from the sheer sexiness of it all.

He’s golden, the warm light from the bedside table lamp, casting a glow on his pink cheeks. Dog tags hang from his collar bones.

He’s got pretty eyes, a strong nose and a shit-eating grin covered by a mustache that’s dripping in your slick.

You hadn’t even had time to even exchange names, only knowing that you were mutual friends of Jake who met at tonight’s party. One too many shots later and you’re here getting eaten out by a fighter pilot you don’t even know the name of.

He comes forward, leaning into your breath as he mutters softly. “Bradley. Bradshaw.”

You moan, feeling how his hands slide up your body as he utters his name, embarrassingly squirming under his touch.

“Say it back” He requests, deep brown eyes gazing into yours.

You oblige, moaning his name in a breathless whisper.

“Bradley”

He smiles, kissing you to shut you up before he goes down back in between your legs, pecks littered against the flesh of your inner thighs.

“Say my name and then ask me to eat you out”

You almost can’t believe your ears. You look down, gripping the sheets as you stare the smug bastard down.

“Nicely” he adds, pressing a kiss to your puffy clit as he smirks.

You throw your head back, eyes shutting as you mumble embarrassingly. “Eat me bradley”

His hands roam to your tits, giving them a squeeze

“Louder” he replies, muffled as he’s concentrated in stuffing his face in your vagina, choosing to give small unsatisfying licks until you say it properly.

You cry out, chest rising. “Eat me out, Bradley” you grit, moaning when he finally swipes his nose along your pussy, giving you what you want.

“I don’t like you.” you huff, glaring at the head of hair you’re running your hands through.

You feel him smile against your mound, coming up to snarkily change the topic.

“What’s your name?”

[military-newsboys]

Mav: *after doing something stupid*

Mav: Ice is really overwhelmed

Mav: Goose was super underwhelmed

Mav: Why isn’t anyone ever just whelmed?

[tgmrooster]

I don't even care what he's saying, he's just soooo Bradley Bradshaw looking in this clip from 2019 that I had to post it.

[sadgoosehours]

James T Kirk and Leonard McCoy, Star Trek Beyond (2016).

[friend-lover-traitor-narrator]

Little Bradley (staying at Mav's for summer vacation): How come Uncle Ice doesn't live with you like Mum and Dad used to live together?

Mav (at first confused as to why Bradley knows anything about their relationship, then sadly): Because it's a cruel world we're living in, Bradley. A cruel world.

Bradley (a few seconds later): This world sucks.

[lupuslikethewolf]

top gun/the west wing crossover where in like the first or second year of the first bartlet administration maverick gets called in for another dangerous and probably fatal mission and goes missing. then jed, leo and the rest of the senior staff have to deal with a nihilistic and probably depressed teenage bradley (“hi mr president im bradley bradshaw and i’m an orphan twice over. yes i would like a cookie thank you mrs landingham.” “baby goose please stop.”) and captain kazansky, bradley’s emergency guardian, who comes recommended by everyone in the situation room for promotion to flag officer, making demands and refusing to give up and trying desperately to parent at the same time (“sir with all due respect i do not care. maverick is alive out there and my s- bradley deserves not to loose another parent. and no bradley you can’t get on the white house roof. no it is not an appropriate reaction to grief. slider is wrong.”) jed loves them leo hates them josh is bewildered sam has a crush charlie is happy to make a friend cj ships it and the assistants have a betting pool on whether or not ice and mav are homerotically raising a child together and whether or not they have kissed yet (they have).

[topguncortez]

Not a Good Experience | B.Bradshaw One-Shot

part of the Older, Wiser, More Experienced fics

synopsis: Bradley has been acting strange, and you want to get to the bottom of it.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: arguing, verbal fighting, throwing glass (not at anyone), cursing, mentions of cheating, name calling

“I was late for dinner, so what?! That doesn’t mean you can act all crazy!” Bradley yelled at you. 

“I’m not acting crazy! I want to know where you were!” You yelled back. 

His face beat red from yelling. The veins in his forehead were popping out and his knuckles were white from clenching his fists. This argument was unlike any other, it had lasted a lot longer than usual. You weren’t sure when your relationship with Bradley had taken such an ugly turn, but you weren’t liking it. 

You had supported his career from day one sticking by his side; staying up late waiting for him to call when he was on deployment, putting your studies on hold, and waiting for him to come home. You ignored all the comments and stares at you as you stood by Bradley’s side at the Hard Deck or Naval events. It was hard being so much younger than Bradley, but you had somehow figured out a way to fit right in with the crowd. It was one of the many things Bradley had loved about you. 

You also weren’t ever one to cause arguments for no reason or any reason at all. Bradley found it quite odd that you never tried to pick a fight with him about things. For being so young, you were probably the most easy-going girlfriend he had ever had. 

But tonight was different. Tonight, you had reached your limit. For the past couple of months, Bradley had been brushing you off. It started with being late for dinner and not texting you he was going to be late. Then, it turned to leaving the house early in the morning and not so much as whispering goodbye or leaving you a note like he usually did. You knew that he was busier now with his new position and promotion, but you didn’t think it was at the point where he’d forget something so important as your one-year anniversary. 

It wasn’t that Bradley was late to your anniversary dinner, it was that he completely didn’t show up to it. You sat at the restaurant, in that baby blue dress, he loves so much for three hours. The waitress even gave you that sad look and a bottle of wine on the house. Bradley had told you he would be pushing it to make it on time, going over flight plans with Jake. You had called Jake, in tears as you ran out of the restaurant trying to avoid the sympathy looks from strangers. 

“He’s not with me,” Jake said, “He left the hangar hours ago.” 

It felt like a slug to your chest as you heard Jake’s words. You tried your best to give Bradley the benefit of the doubt, and not let your mind go there. . . but you couldn’t help it. He was staying out later, coming home at odd hours, answering his phone, and walking away to a private spot in his house. And you swore that he came home smelling of another woman’s perfume a couple of nights ago. 

Bradley had rushed home the second he checked his watch and realized how late he was. He stopped by the local flower shop and begged them to unlock the door so he could buy you a bouquet of purple roses. He had practiced a speech in his head of what he was going to say to you, but when he walked through the door and found you sitting on the couch, still in your dress and a glass of red wine in your hand, he knew that he wasn’t getting out of this easy. 

He didn’t, however, expect you to yell at him. He had never, ever, seen you like this.

“You have been lying to me for weeks!” You yelled at him, “And how dare you stand there and belittle me!” 

“Well! What do you expect me to do?! And what the hell were you doing on base at night? You know you can’t be there!” Bradley said.

“Because I wanted the fucking truth, Bradley. And I got it. Tell me where you were!? You told me, Bradley, you promised me that you wouldn’t do this to me! That you were better than all the rest and I believe you, so just tell-” 

“Oh my god!” Bradley groaned, running a head down his face, “You’re acting like a child!” 

You froze as you stared at him, his brown eyes filling with regret the second the words slipped his mouth. 

“I-” 

Tears welled up in your eyes as you stared at him. You weren’t even thinking when you picked up the glass vase of flowers he had gotten you and threw it down on the floor. The shattering of glass was deafening as Bradley jumped, while you stood there barefoot, letting the glass and water sprinkle on your feet. You looked up at him, his eyes were wide as he looked from the mess and then to you. 

“Jesus, you really have fucking lost it.” Bradley laughed to himself, “This is why I spend my time with Tessa-” 

He clamped his jaw shut as soon as he said the name. You took a shaky breath, as tears clouded yours. She had a name, making everything you had speculated even more real. Bradley took a step towards you, but you held your hand up stopping him. You bit your lip and wiped your eyes. 

“I think I-it’s best if you stay with Jake tonight,” You suggested and Bradley nodded. 

You listened as Bradley’s footsteps drift out of the kitchen and up the creaky wooden stairs of your home. The bedroom door shut, and Bradley started shuffling around to find himself clothes for the night. You took a deep breath and knelt down, looking at the glass that was shattered around the floor and started to clean it up. You paused several times as your vision got too blurry with tears to continue. Once you had everything cleaned up, you made yourself a cup of tea, and sat down at the table, looking out into the still dark of the night. 

“Hey,” Bradley said softly, walking over to you, his backpack over his shoulder, “I’m sorry, I don’t want you to go to bed upset, cause I know you won’t sleep. We’ll talk in the morning, okay?” You nodded and Bradley kissed the top of your forehead, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“I’m sorry too,” You said barely above a whisper. You watched as Bradley walked out the front door, the image being burned into your eyes. You had watched him leave a thousand times, but for some reason, this felt different. You saw his car pull out of the driveway and turn down the road towards his brother’s house. You didn’t move, letting the sinking feeling of the quiet house soak into your skin. 

———————

“She threw a glass?!” Jake asked as Bradley, recounted the argument between you and him.

“Not really, more like held it above her head and threw it down,” Bradley answered. He was stretched out on Jake’s couch, a glass of whiskey in his hand, “And then I mentioned Tessa.” 

“You’re a fucking idiot…” 

“I know,” 

“Did you explain who Tessa was?” 

“How the fuck do I explain who Tessa is without telling her the whole secret. ‘Oh hey, babe I’ve been sneaking around with an engagement party planner so I can propose to you.’ ” Bradley said and sat up from the couch, “I feel like I just fucked everything up.” 

“Sounds like it,” Jake said, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. Bradley shot him a look and he held his hands up in defense, “Hey! I’m not the one who called their girlfriend a child. You already know how she feels about being called that” 

“I know,” Bradley sighed, “I just. . . She was just- I don’t even know. I’ve never seen her that upset and it was making me mad that I was making her mad and I just-”  

“Fucked up.”  

“Yeah,” Rooster leaned back on the couch and looked up at the ceiling, “What do I do?” 

“Exactly what you are doing now. You let her have the night, let her think things through, and go back tomorrow. Talk it out. You two have been through so much together, this can’t be the end,” Jake explained and Bradley nodded, “I’m going to bed. Don’t stay up too long, your mind needs rest.” 

Bradley nodded, “Night, man.” 

Bradley finished his glass of whiskey and then set it down on the table. He pulled his phone out and contemplated sending you a message, but decided against it. He locked his phone and set it down, before lying down and getting comfortable for the night. 

————————-

The next morning Bradley did exactly what Jake had suggested and went out to buy your favorite flowers. The morning rain felt refreshing as he pulled up to his shared home with you. Bradley checked himself in the rearview mirror, making sure he looked his best. He picked up the yellow and orange roses he had gotten, and sniffed them, making sure they smelled fresh. 

“Okay… here goes nothing,” Bradley said to himself as he pushed the car door open and quickly ran into the house, trying not to get soaked by the rain. He unlocked the door and shut it quickly. 

“Sugar!” Bradley called out. 

He looked around the first level and didn’t see you. He checked his phone, noticing it was still morning, you might have not been up yet. A smile crawled its way to his face, as he climbed the stairs, two at a time, the thought of surprising you dancing in his head. However, when he pushed the bedroom door open he was met with the sight of a perfectly made bed as if no one had slept in it. 

Bradley moved quickly from the main bedroom to the guest bedrooms and saw the same scene. Perfectly made beds. He began to panic, what if something had happened to you last night after he left? Bradley pulled his phone out of his pocket, dialing your number, only for it to go straight to voicemail. He called the same number three more times, getting the same result each time. He sent Jake a frantic text, telling him you were missing. 

Bradley paced his bedroom, the flowers now laying on the bed, as he was pulling at his hair trying to think of what could’ve happened and who to contact. He pulled up the call feature on his phone again and almost called 9-1-1 when he looked up at the doors to their closet. He slowly put his phone down and walked to the closet. Pushing the doors back, he broke down. 

“No… no… no, no!” Bradley cried as he ran over to the dresser, yanking open the drawers to find them in the same state as the closet.

Empty. 

He pulled open cabinets in the bathroom, drawers to her vanity, desk drawers in the office, and pantry cupboards. Everything that you owned was gone. 

Bradley felt like the house was suffocating him. He ran down the stairs and out the door, slamming it shut. He ran all the way to Jake’s house, which luckily for him was just two streets over. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe. Everything that he had ever known was just gone… 

“Bradley?” Jake asked, barging into the house, “W-what happened? Where are you? I just saw your-” 

“She’s gone,” Bradley said. 

“What do you mean?” 

“S-she left me… she left me, oh my god, she left me.”

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note: and DO NOT ask for a part 2 because there won't be one. it's a ONE-SHOT for a reason

[streetsweepershenanigans]

Icemav as Modern Family Quotes Pt. 11

Maverick (about Rooster): Well, there's book smart and then there's street smart. Ice: Yeah, and then there's Bradley. Maverick: Well he's just- he's curious, that's all. He's got this almost scientific mind, a thirst for knowledge. He's like this little Einstein. Maverick: Some people ask 'Why?', Bradley askes, 'Why not?' Ice: I ask why a lot.

[birdiescanfly]

Hangster Coded Music

I’ve been obsessed with the idea of Jake Seresin and the song “When We Were Young” by Adele.  Like, I cannot think about the bar scene without hearing this song reverberating through my head.  I just feel like it is so Hangster coded.  Like, EVERY SINGLE LYRIC, hits. I don’t care if it’s Jake fictionally writing this song and singing it (tho I particularly like that image), or if its just him getting obsessed with listening to it after their breakup, I just know that this song was made for their relationship.

God, and maybe it’s just me, but like, “You look like a movie.  You sound like a song. My god this reminds me of when we were young.” Come on, It’s just Bradley strutting into the bar and Jake seeing him after years apart. He's gathering all the attention of everyone with his casual attire, wearing sunglasses inside, and then his piano skills to boot, and Jake just can't take it. He's seeing the man he loves again and Bradley is just as mesmerizing as he remembered.

And then, "'Cause I still care. Do you still care?" Yeah, this song is about Jake and Bradley and it crushes my soul.

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

(Mav needs a favour from young Bradley so they're negotiating) Young Bradley:...What's in it for me? Maverick: What do you want? Bradley: I want a lot of things, Uncle Mav. But right now I want money for a dog. Maverick: You owe a dog money? Bradley: No. [sighs] What would you say to $250? Maverick: I'd take it! Bradley: No, you pay me! Maverick: That's okay, too.

[blue-aconite]

A collection of all my fake fanfic titles game.

Locked In jake seresin x reader 

My Place is Here  jake seresin x reader

Last Trip Around The Sun jake seresin x reader 

Family Reunion jake seresin x oc 

The Night is Calling | the fic jake seresin x reader 

Never Have I Ever.... Until You jake seresin x reader 

Me and The Devil jake seresin x reader 

When The Sun Rises jake seresin x reader 

Non-Believer jake seresin x reader

Clover and Roses jake seresin x reader

Leap of Faith jake seresin x reader

dreamin' about somewhere a little too far jake seresin x reader

Golden In Our Hearts bradley bradshaw x reader 

More Than This bradley bradshaw x reader 

Where Does It End, Where Do We Start? bradley bradshaw x reader 

Something In the Water bradley bradshaw x reader 

Yesterday, today and tomorrow bradley bradshaw x reader 

Goddess in the Sheets bradley bradshaw x reader

Left for Dead bradley bradshaw x reader

Welcome Home Baby Bird bradley bradshaw x oc

Stargazer's daughter bob floyd x oc  

Let Go bob floyd x reader 

In the Stars bob floyd x reader

Taking Attendance bob floyd x oc

Lessons Learned bob floyd x reader

The Wind Blows bob floyd x reader | jake seresin x reader

Broken Hearts Can Still Soar javy machado x reader 

Wasted Time javy machado x oc

Hail to the King javy machado x reader

Any Stranger I Choose reuben fitch x reader

Once in a Lifetime | the fic  mickey garcia x reader

Make It Happen bradley bradshaw x natasha trace

Lightning Strikes mickey garcia x bob floyd 

I Look Better Naked bradley bradshaw x jake seresin 

My Hands in Yours javy machado x natasha trace

The Way You Smile charlie young x reader

[pilvimarja]

AU where Rooster travels back in time to 1986

[bradshawsbitch]

[friend-lover-traitor-narrator]

Ocean of Love

Ocean of Love | Top Gun Masterlist

Goose, Mav and Carole are a polycule. Then lce comes into the picture and becomes Mav's boyfriend. It doesn't take long until Mav introduces lce to the group.

[redfurrycat]

🎹🛝🐓🤠Reversal Sloose - Hangster🤠🐓🛝🎹

Silly post about Slider/Hangman & Goose/Rooster being like father-like son.

(As much as I support the Hangman being mav-coded and Rooster being ice-coded AND Hangman being ice-coded and Rooster being mav-coded theories, I'm also team Slider being Hangman's dad. ❤️)

*

“Hangman! They let you into Top Gun? If you're the best in the Navy, I tremble for the security of this country.”

“Rooster! Whose butt did you kiss to get here?”

“The list is long, but distinguished.”

“So’s my Johnson.”

&

“Bradshaw, as I live and breathe.”

“Slider, you look...good.”