#F. H. Bradley

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#philosophy #quotes #F. H. Bradley #Aphorisms #Bradley #fear #caring #concerns #worries

[andy-clutterbuck]

The Murmuring | Cabinet of Curiosities (2022)

#H E #Andrew Lincoln #* #Edgar Bradley #Cabinet of Curiosities #i want an adorable devoted bird loving nerd #S O F T #he's so soft #just want to kiss his face #BIG SOFT DILF ENERGY #SPECTACLES

[roadkillremi]

Our beginnings.

Billy Loomis X The craft!F!Reader

Kinktober bonus

(if you haven't seen The Craft (1996) I recommend it. Skeet Ulrich is also in it.)

MasterList. Kinktober

Summary : People didn't like the fact you and Billy Loomis were together. They called it the downfall of Billy Loomis, due to his mom disappearing. People claimed the two of you didn't seem to match.With his sun tan and toned body and your black clothes and eye liner.

Warnings : Minors DNI, language, reader is a witch, hate sex, p in V, billy shows toxic behavior, reader is a witch, language, hatred, Billy mentions wanting to gut reader, characters are 18+

One might say at one point in the past you despised Billy Loomis. He hooked up with girls and left them while cheating on his girlfriend. He was the type of man you wouldn't be caught near. Until he "bumped" into you at Bradley's Video.

"Ah, sorry didn't see you there.." he smirked picking up the movies he dropped. He glanced up trying to see up your black skirt. You scoffed and snatched the movies holding a cigarette in your other hand.

"Smoking's bad for you." He added. You blankly looked at him, "Like you care.". You started walking to the front counter. He scurried in front of you, "You know I really do.". He grabbed the cigarette from you holding it gently. You rolled your eyes continuing to the counter. He smirked watching you walk away.

During lunch you sat by a tree in the courtyard. You noticed Billy slouching over to you. He shoved his hands in his front pockets.

"Hey"

"Hi." You muttered. You refused to look up at him and continued what you were doing. He looked over to his friend group then back at you.

"Do you wanna sit with us?" He offered.

"Tempting. But no thanks." You roll your eyes. Billy looked down at you before walking away. You glanced up watching him walk away, you had to admit he had a cute ass.

It was like this for weeks, Billy talking to you out the blue. One day you broke during lunch. He walked over again looking down at you.

"What do you want?" You fussed. He smiled, "Just to talk.".

"Listen. You can talk to plenty of girls-"

"But I want to talk to you." He grinned. You raised your eyebrows and shook your head.

"Sure." You muttered. You closed your notebook scooting over to make room for him. He sat down beside you looking at your notebook.

"I uh- heard you were a witch-" he whispered. You looked at him, "Uh-huh.". He studied your face, "Like you worship Satan?".

"No." You grinned. He smiled and nodded, " I'm not.. judging. I was just curious.." He leaned closer. You stiffened, "So that's why you wanted to talk to me.". Billy looked over at you, "No. I wanted to see if the rumors were true.".

"Never said they were." You added. He grinned, "I like you.".

"Sure.".

That was the beginning of your weird friendship. Yeah I started sitting with his friend group. Whenever he showed Sydney PDA he'd stare at you. You just glance back at him and then ignore him. But as soon as the killings started he distanced himself. If you tried to talk to him he'd stare at you and walk away. You went back to your habits of not talking to him. And he went back to his habits of sleeping with other girls.

That's also when you started receiving weird calls. The Ghostface attacks also started but no one was killed. You didn't think anything of it, it was probably kids from school pranking each other. You then started getting the feeling of being followed. You glanced over your shoulder, nothing. You went back to walking shrugging it off. Once you got to the woods to carefully stepped inside.

The crunches of the leaves blinded your senses. You took deep breaths finding a spot for you to sit. You opened your bag bringing out your notebook and candles. You unfolded a cloth laying it down. You sat your candles up and lit them. You proceed to put a piece of bread on the cloth.

"So you are a witch?-" a voice interrupted. You jumped looking back, "Don't worry. I won't tell." He added. You glared at him about to blow out your candles.

"I didn't mean to disturb you." He sat down beside you. You sighed, "Well you did.". He grinned, "We have a lot more in common than you think.".

"No. We don't." Your voice was stern. He glanced down at you with a slight smile. He then looked at your stuff, "You can leave." You added. You tried to persway him to go, he just sat there.

"I don't like Sydney." He mumbled. You rolled your eyes, "So that's why you cheat on her.". You acted surprised before glaring at him. He gave you a stern look, "I like you.".

Your stomach dropped, you clenched your pen. You started packing your stuff, "You are impossible.".

"What?"

"You ignore me for a month because you like me?!? Billy Loomis? Of all people?! I'm not stupid!" You shouted. You stood up trying to walk away. He grabbed your forearm and gave you a stern look.

"Don't you dare abandon me." He whispered. You froze, "Are... are you threatening me?". He blinked, "No.".

"Listen, Billy. I am capable of more than you know." You yanked your arm back and started walking away. Your combat boots stomped over the twigs and crushed leaves. Billy followed close behind you, "will you stop?".

"Uh, no. I will not." You pushed past the tree tunks. He grabbed your forearm pulling you towards him.

"I need your help." He admitted. You pushed him in his chest, "So all that? Cause you want to use me?!". He shook his head, "No just stop!".

"You stop!" You kept walking away. He grabbed your arm pushing you against a tree.

"Just Listen." He demanded. You leaned your head back against the trees bark.

"Fine." You gave in. He backed away, "I need your help and Stu... he's well Stu.". You stared at him not understanding what he wanted.

"I.. I'm Ghostface." He looked down at you. You blinked and huffed, "Okay, sure.". He looked you up and down, "You don't believe me?".

"No." You started walking away, you spotted a street light in the distance. Billy groaned and pulled you into a kiss.

"How is that supposed to help your case?!".

He shrugged looking back behind him then at you. You rolled your eyes, "I'm done with this conversation.".

"I just thought you'd understand."

"You're trying to use me!" You shouted.

"Just shut up!" He yelled. You stared at him, "Please just... give me a chance.. you're the only person worth my time.". You stood in disbelief and smiled softly at him.

"I'll give you a chance. But fuck up... you're life will be ruined." You pointed a finger at him. He smiled and kissed you, "Uh huh..".

That was the origin of Billy's secret affair with Woodsborow high's local witch. Then the secret wasn't so secret, Sydney up and "vanished" out of town. People got scared of you and Billy together. He was already intimidating but with you by his side, he was frightening.

Stu even panicked a little seeing you. He stared at Billy like he was crazy. You tilted your head and looked at him.

"What does she want?-" he looked back at you. Billy glared at Stu, "Calm down. You'd like her... let's say... she makes our problems.. vanish" he grins. Stu looked down at you, "Whoa.. no freaking way..". You rolled your eyes, "I'm not a magician.".

"Yeah .. okay sure." He kept looking at you. Billy wrapped his arm around your shoulder and smiled.

"She knows about.. our friend.".

Stu tilted his head confused, his eyebrows knitted together. Billy huffed punching the bridge of his nose, "Ghost.".

"Oh! Yeah!" He smiled then went into shock.

"You said not to tell a soul!" He shouted. Billy grabbed his shoulders, "Just shut up!". Stu obeyed and looked at you, "Fine. Whatever. She can come over.". You rolled your eyes as he walked away.

"Is he always like that?" You ask. Billy stays silent grabbing your hand. You look up at him, " why did you make him invite me to his house?". He looked down at you, "For privacy." He smiled.

He was right, Stus parents were never home. Stu practically gave you a room, which you gracefully took. Billy would stay in that room a lot with you. He'd watch you do whatever you needed to do. If it was cursing someone or just a shrine. He'd then watch a movie with you as you fell asleep. You couldn't complain, your life was better with Billy. Until he mentioned his plan...

"I'm not doing that." You stomped away. He walked after you, "You made Sydney go away!"

"I made her and her dad move in the middle of the night!" You yelled. You walked into your room waving your hand to slam his door into his face.

"Stop slamming the door!" Stu shouted from his room. Billy stood Infront of the door, "come on!".

"No!" You yelled. You crossed your arms staring at the door.

"I'm not killing anyone." You added. You heard a dark chuckle from the door.

"It's more of justice..."

"Justice?" You opened the door.

"Casey is a slut." He stared her down. You shake your head, "It's over.". Before you could close the door he pushed himself through.

"You're not abandoning me." He threatened. You grabbed your book bag shoving things inside it. He snatched the bag throwing it on the ground.

"Billy stop it or else." You warned. He stepped towards you, "Or else what?!" He laughed.

"You're nothing without me!" He yelled. You winced, "That's not true.". He stared down at you, "Uh huh, sure. You even thought I loved you.". You froze, "You psychotic bitch!". You grabbed the bag off the floor heading towards the door. He grabbed your arm pulling you into a kiss. You pushed him away and stared at him, "What is your problem?!". He just smiled at you, "Maybe I was too nice.. I did love you.. but God your chanting!".

You rolled your eyes at him, "And that! God I fucking hate that! You're such a damn brat! I just hate you!". You raised your eyebrows and stared at him.

"Billy listen to yourself.".

"No! You listen to me!" He pinned you against the bed and parted your legs with his. You gasped and stared up at him, "I just.. I hate you so much... that I love being around you..". You blinked, "That sounds so stupid. This is stupid! I hate being with you!". He glared down at you, "yeah? Me too! It'll just fuck you until you stop being such a damn brat!".

You panicked a bit, "Billy I never ha-"

"I know.. its alright." He smiled flipping your plaid skirt up. You breathed heavily confused if you wanted him or not. He pulled your underwear down before stuffing it into your mouth.

"Just shake your head to answer." He mumbled. You nodded he unzipped his jeans and pulled himself out.

"It's okay, right?" He stared into your eyes. You watched him lightly stroke himself waiting for you. You nodded again, he smiled shoving himself into you.

"So fucking wet.." he groaned. You moaned muffled, he glanced up at you. He smirked, "mm.. that'll shut you up? Should've done this from the beginning.". He thrusted into you, he stared in your eyes.

You felt tears build up, unsure of where they were from. His harsh words or his cock stretching you out. You whines were muffled and ignored by him. His eyes scanned over your body, he only saw you as a toy. His eyes were content by watching your boobs jiggle as he thrust in. He grunted slamming himself into to see them jiggle more. He finally took your underwear out of your mouth and smirked.

"You're a moron." You spat. He leaned down close to your face, "Just when I was about to go easy on you.". You scoffed, you didn't want to show him your enjoyment.

"I never wanted to date you. You're an ignorant piece of shit!" You fussed breathing unevenly. He chuckled, "the more you fuss the more you tighten around me.". You glared up at him, he pushed himself into you with a smile.

"I have to admit.. you're a better girlfriend than Sydney ever was." He groaned. You were taken back by his words. You smirked, "So you do like me?". He quickly wrapped his hand around your throat shutting you up.

"There you go, running that damn mouth of yours." He complained. He squeezed your throat a bit as he bottomed you out. You closed your eyes trying not to give him any satisfaction.

"Shit... As much as I wanna gut you-" he grunts. You open your eyes to the word gut, "I just can't have you leave..". The whiplash of his emotions threw you off.

"Do you wanna date me or not?" You spat. He squeezed your throat, "we'll talk about that later..". A bang on the door echoed in the room.

"Will you two fuck quieter?!" Stu fussed. Billy scoffed, straightening his posture he looked over his shoulder. His toned body was displayed in front of you. His t-shirt clung to his torso, you reached out gripping it. He turned back towards you with a smirk.

"Now you wanna play along?" He raised an eyebrow. You pulled him down by the shirt kissing him. He groaned softly against your lips. He gripped your chin making you look up at him.

"Maybe I should keep you around longer..."

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[bradleybeachbabe]

NSFW Alphabet

pairing: Phil Wenneck x Fem!Reader

warnings: 18+ themes, MINORS DNI

a/n: this is my first time writing anything that is related to smut, so please bare with me on this. also i’m currently obsessed with bradley copper as phil wenneck, so don’t be surprised if i post a whole bunch of fics of him. also a huge thank you to @startrekfangirl2233 for helping me beta read this!!

© bradleybeachbabe , do not steal or translate my work

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Phil is so good when it comes to aftercare. He’ll clean you up. Also If you need anything, he’ll go get it for you. You want snacks? Phil will go to the kitchen and get snacks. You want something to drink? Phil will go get it for you. You want him to draw a bath for you? He will. Or if you just want him to stay in bed and cuddle with you for the rest of the night. He definitely will.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of his body would probably have to be his abs. Whenever you two are both home, he’s walking around the house without a shirt. You’re looking at his abs, and he lost track of the number of times he has caught you just staring at them. When he does, he just smirks at you.

Phil loves all of you, but if he had to choose one, it would have to be your thighs. He loves to kiss them before he goes down on you. He loves to leave hickies on them, and he loves to lay his head down on them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Once in a great while he’ll cum on your boobs or even on your stomach. But for the most part, he cums in you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Phil enjoys being a sub. He loves when you take control though. He just lays there and relaxes. Sometimes he’ll have a smug grin on his face.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s experienced. He was a frat boy when he was in college. During those times, he was constantly hooking up with girls, so I’ll say that he knows what he’s doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl. He loves watching your tits bounce. Plus, he loves to see you be the dominant one, and of course, we can’t forget that he loves being the submissive one, so that explains it all.

Missionary. He loves that he’s able to look at you. He loves that he can also just lean down and kiss you if he wants.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Goofy sex isn’t rare between the two of you. It happens more than you realize. Phil is always saying something about who knows what, or smiling about something. Honestly, he’s more serious in the moment if he gets upset about something, which doesn’t quite happen that often.

H - Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it pretty well groomed. He’s not completely bare down there.

I - Intimacy ( how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Phil is a romantic guy. He will plant kisses anywhere that he could reach. He will say sweet things to you during the moment too.

J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

He rarely does it. You’re usually available for him for his needs. If not, then he’ll do it.

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Phil has quite a few. Cokwarming, slight innocence kink, breeding kink, slight choking kink, marking, praise, and body worship.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Honestly anywhere. It could either be in your shared bedroom, in the backseat of his car, in the shower, in the hot tub, or either in the pool. It just all depends really.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. You could be doing anything, or doing nothing. Or, better yet, just wearing any sort of clothing, and he’s instantly turned on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn’t do anything that would hurt you. That’s the last thing he wants to do when you two are having sex.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Phil does love a good blowjob from you, but he prefers giving. Phil loves eating you out. If he could, he would do it for the entire day. He loves the noises you make when he does eat you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It just depends on the day. If he had a stressful day, it’d be fast and rough. But on days when he isn’t stressed out about anything, then it’s more slow and more sensual. On days like that, Phil takes his time with you. He wants to cherish the moment between the two of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Phil doesn’t mind them. You two will have one, once in a great while, especially if you are in a hurry to get somewhere or to do something. But most of the time, he wants to take his time with you and not have to worry about rushing.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Phil loves to experiment, especially when it comes to wanting to test out something new in the bedroom. Phil loves to take risks too. He loves the thrill he gets when he takes risks.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Phil goes until he can’t anymore. Once he can’t, he’s done. That’s it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Phil doesn’t own any toys personally. But you do, you have a couple of toys. Once in a while, Phil will use your toys on you. He loves how you come undone when he uses them on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Phil loves to tease you all the time. He loves the way you react when he’s teasing you, and even the pretty sounds you make when he does.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Phil is loud, and he has no shame in it. He’s either moaning, grunting, or whimpering. No matter what, he’s making some type of sound.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Phil has polaroid pictures of you in the lingerie sets that you or either he buys. Every single time you get a new set, Phil has you model them for him, so then he can take pictures of you with the polaroid camera that you own.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s about seven inches. He is more long than wide. Also, he knows how to use it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is pretty average. Going at least two or three rounds a week, Phil is totally satisfied. But if you are up to wanting to go more rounds throughout the week, he’s totally fine with it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

No matter how tired Phil is, he will wait until you fall asleep. Once you are sleeping peacefully, then he falls asleep.

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[cherrycola27]

Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Frenemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 9: Under the Oval

You paced nervously around your bedroom. Bradley had been gone for three weeks. He'd spent some time touring the military bases on the West Coast and reliving some of his glory days. You almost fainted when he FaceTimed you from the cockpit of an F-18. You had been horribly sick with the flu just after your birthday and decided not to make the trip.

He was finally coming home, and you were desperate to see him. The two of you had never spent this much time away from each other since becoming a couple.

"Sweetheart! I'm home! He called into your bedroom as he came through the door. You ran to greet him, jumping into his arms and kissing him with fervor.

"Missed you so much, Dearest." You mumbled between kisses. Bradley stumbled forward in the room with you in his arms. The two of you toppled onto the bed, both desperate for each other.

Bradley had just pulled your top off to reveal a gorgeous black lace bra when his phone rang. He groaned into your neck.

"Don't answer it. Need you so bad." You tried to persuade him, but you knew he couldn't do that. Reluctantly, he answered his phone. After a few minutes, he sighed. "There's some budget proposals and drafts of some new bills that I have to look at. I'm so sorry, darling. I'll try my best to hurry through them. Keep the bed warm for me." He said before kissing you and heading to his office.

You sighed and flopped down on the mattress. Sometimes, being married to the president really sucked.

Hours ticked by, and you were getting lonely. You were desperate to have Bradley close to you. It was approaching 8:30 and he still hadn't come back. You were worried about him, so you decided to pay him a little visit.

You quickly changed out of your sleep clothes and into the pale blue negligee that you had bought while he was away. You slipped on your robe and quietly crept out of your room.

You made your way down the hall before slipping into the Oval Office undetected.

It was dim inside the office. Most of the lights were off except for the lamp on his desk.

"Bradley." You called out to him. His head snapped up from what he was reading to see you strutting towards him.

"Hello, love. I'm sorry. I really didn't think it would take so long." He apologizes to you. "It's fine, honey. I thought I could come keep you company. You say as you pause beside his desk.

"I would love that." He smiles at you, but his smile morphs into a look of shock when you slip your robe off your body and he sees what you're wearing underneath.

"Y/N," he breathes out. "You can't come in here looking like that and not expect me to want to bend you over this desk." He warns you before pushing his chair back just enough for you to come stand in between his legs. You palm him through the pants of his suit before undoing his belt and opening his pants just enough to free him.

He groans when you touch him. He pulls you into his lap, and you sink down over him. Encasing him in your warmth.

His hands find your hips as he urges you to move. "Sweetheart, please." He begs.

You shake your head.

"Oh no, you're going to sit here and finish your work while I warm your cock Mr. President. And when you get done, I'm going to get on my knees and show you just how happy I am that you are home, sir." You whisper in his ear.

He softly groans into your neck and inhales your scent. You smell like the lily soap you're fond of, and traces of your J'adore perfume still linger on you. He rubs soothing circles with his thumbs across your thighs as you full settle around him, legs draping lazily over his, while your arms wrap around his neck and you cling to him like a koala.

He slides back up to his desk, and the slight shift has you sinking deeper onto him. You both gasped at the sensation.

You lay your head on his shoulder as you play with the hairs at the nape of his neck. You ghost kisses along his jaw line and below his ears.

"Love being so full of you, sir." You whisper. "Love keeping you so warm, Mr. President." His breath hitches.

"Missed you so much, Bradley. Just wanna be close to you, Dearest." You breathe out against the shell of his ear.

He inhales sharply as he tries to focus on finishing his work. He loves the feeling of your velvet walls wrapped around him. He'd love it even more if he was fucking you stupid right there in the middle of the Oval Office. He can't count the number of times he's thought about it.

He speeds up his work, trying his best to finish, even though you're making it hard to focus by trialing feather light kisses and touches along his jaw. The subtle flutters of your core around his cock also aren't helping either.

He speeds through the last of his paperwork and sighs when he finishes. He cups your face and brings your lips to his. "All done baby—fuck—can I have you now?" He asks between kisses. His breath stutters as you flex around him. He loves how good you feel wrapped around him. You're tight and warm, he's certain your pussy was made for him.

But the warmth is short-lived as you lift off of him and perch yourself on the edge of his desk. Bradley lets out a whine of disappointment as he tries to pull you back to him. You stretch out your foot, gently resting it on his firm peck to stop him.

He looks at you. His honey brown eyes are big and hazy as he silently pleads with you. You chuckle before gliding your foot down his sternum and jumping off his desk.

You sink to your knees on the plush office carpet.

Soon, your eye level with his cock.

You take in the sight of it. It's so fucking pretty. Most men probably wouldn't like it if you said their dick was pretty, but Bradley's was fucking beautiful.

It was long and thick. Hard veins wrapped around the shaft. The fat mushroom tip was flushed, a deep rose. It matched his plush lips that you loved so much. It had just the slightest upward curve that would hug your gspot when he fucked you.

Currently, a bead of precum was pearled on the tip, while the rest of it was shiny and slick with your wetness.

You reached out and wrapped one hand tentatively around him as you began to stroke him. He groaned in relief.

Your tongue peaked out and licked your lips before running from the base to the tip of him. You swirled your tongue around the head before wrapping your lips around it.

Breathy moans fell from his lips as you took more and more of him into your mouth. You hollowed out your cheeks and exhaled before taking him fully down your throat. Bradley let out a guttural groan as your nose pressed into the neat blonde curls at the base of his length.

He gathered your hair away from your face before tilting your chin up to look at him. You let out a deep breath through your nose before meeting his eyes. You tried to blink back the few tears that had gathered at the corners. One of his hands came up to cup your cheek as his thumb brushed them away.

You swalled around him, causing his hips to stutter forward. You didn't move, though. Instead, you hummed around him contentedly. Seeing that you liked it, Bradley thrust hips forward again, he was rewarded with another moan of your pleasure.

"Fuck—you want me to fuck your face, Sweetheart?" He asked. You nodded.

"God—you look so fucking beautiful down there on your knees in that little blue nighty with your mouth stuffed full of my cock, how can I tell you no?" He says.

You pull back some before taking him down your throat again and again. Soon, Bradley is meeting your thrusts. You take him down your throat over and over again, drool pools at the corner of your mouth, he does he best to wipe it away, but he gets lost futher and futher in the pleasure. Something about seeing his pretty little wife, the First Lady of the United States, on her knees, with a mouth full of cock, giving him sloppy head, makes his brain go blank.

The pleasure you're giving him is so fucking good. He can feel his balls tightening, and he is so close. Just as he is about to cum, the intercom buzzes. Jake's voice rings through asking him if he is still in his office. Bradley is just about to tell him to fuck off when you pull your mouth away from him.

"Tell him to come in." You state. "Wha—no, baby, please, I was so close." Bradley whines.

"Tell him to come in, or you don't get to cum." You state. Bradley isn't sure if you're kidding or not, but in the back of his mind, he knows you're serious. You tuck yourself under his desk as he slides forward to hide his raging hard-on before Jake comes in.

Jake is none the wiser that you're there or to what you and Bradley were just doing.

They are talking about the budget reports when a wicked thought crosses your mind. You lean forward and quietly wrap your lips back around Bradley.

He disguises his surprise as a cough before reaching his hand under his desk. You think his going to pull you off, but instead, he presses your head future down, holding you in place. He should have known you'd be a brat.

You hollow out your cheeks as Jake continues to speak. It's getting harder and harder for Bradley to keep his cool. He's just about to scream at Jake to leave, but Jake gets a call and heads out.

"You naughty little brat." Bradley grunts, put as he snaps his hips into your mouth. You laugh as he fucks your face harder and harder.

"Fuck—I'm gonna cum!" He tells you. "Wanna cum down that pretty throat of yours and watch you swallow it all." He moans out. You moan around him and soon, he's doing just that.

You can taste the saltiness of his relase as it shoots down your throat. You continue to suck him as his hips stutter against your face.

You swallow his load before pulling off of him with a pop. You look up and at him with big doe eyes and stick out your tongue to show him you took ever last drop of him and didn't let any go to waste.

"God, you're such a fucking dream. How are you even real, baby?" He mumbles in appreciation. He tucks himself back in his pants before scooping you up off the floor anr tossing you over his shoulder.

"Bradley!" You gasp in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"Taking you to bed. I fucked your face, now you're going to ride mine." He states ad he carries you out of the office.

He gently places you on your feet before stripping bare and laying on the bed. You go to remove the blue negligee, but he urges you to leave it on. He beckons you to the bed.

You nervously crawl on and straddled his face.

"Bradley, you hesitate. "What if I smother you?" You ask him.

"The Jake will have a hell of a story to tell about how he became the president, now bring my pussy over here and let me taste it." He commands.

"Your pussy?" You snicker.

"Yes, my fucking pussy." He states before pulling you flush against him, leaving not room for argument.

Any argument or smart comment that you would have had died the moment his tongue connected with your clit. He swirled the bud in his mouth before sucking it harshly.

You cried out in pleasure, leaning forward on the headboard for support.

His large hands held you up but encouraged you to ride his face. You circled your hips as he licked your seam over and over again with long, broad strokes. His nose bumped your clit with every motion as he lapped at your core.

"Fuck—Bradley! Just like that!" You cried as he drew figure eights across your sensitive bud. You were already so turned on from sucking him off, you knew you weren't going to last long like this.

Bradley moaned into your cunt. He was enjoying this just as much as you were. He was hard again, hips thrusting into the air as he ate you. Since being president, Bradley had tasted some of the finer things in life, but nothing tasted better than you.

Your thighs were burning with how close you were. They trembled around Bradley's head. You laced your fingers through his hair as you ground down harder on him.

He doubled down on his efforts, alternating between lapping and sucking at your clit, winding the band tighter and tighter until it snapped.

"BRADLEY!" You cried as your high washed over you. He continued to use his tongue to draw out every last ounce of pleasure from you until you were babbling that it was too much.

He helped ease you off of him until you were lying beside him. "Did my good girl enjoy that?" He asked you.

"Yes, sir." You breathed out, still trying to calm down.

"Good." He said as he demeanor shifted. He smirked before quickly flipping you over onto all fours and spanking you.

You squealed at the sudden change.

"And now I'm going to teach you a lesson for being a brat earlier when Jake came in." He growled in your ear. Before slamming into you from behind.

His hips pistoned against yours, pulling you flush against him with every thrust. "You wanna be a brat and tell me I can't cum? I'm gonna fuck every thought out of your head. You think you're such a smart girl? I'm going to show you just how stupid I can make you." He panted as he pushed your head down into the mattress.

The new angle cause him to hit spots deep within you. You were already seeing stars. His fingers dug into your hips. You knew their would be marks from them tomorrow. A visible reminder of the pleasure he was giving you.

He was relentless as he pounded into you. "Fuck, Bra—" you whined, unable to get the rest of his name out. "Plea—sir" you whimpered as one of his hands let got of your hip and snaked around to stroke your clit.

"Are you close? Do you want to cum again for me?" He asked you in a condescending tone. You wanted to scream out a response to him, beg him to let you finish, but the only thing you were capable of was a pathetic whine.

"Has my smart girl been fucked so good she's dumb now? Where are your big words you're so good at using? The only thought in your pretty little head is how good my cock feels isn't it?" He asks. You nod weakly as your fingers grip the sheets.

"Fuck, Sweetheart, griping me so good. You wanna cum? Go ahead then. Cum for me." Bradley says as you finish with a silent scream. He groans as you flutter around him. With a few more sloppy thrusts, he's spilling deep inside you. He slows his movements as you both ride out your highs.

He gingerly pulls out of you before pulling you close to him.

"You did so good for me, baby." He coos. Your eyes are still glassed over, and you're trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

"How about we go take a nice hot bath with some bubbles, and then we can cuddle. Sound good?" He asks you. You shake your head to agree.

He carefully gets up and takes you to the bathroom. He sits you on the counter before running a bath. As the two of you slip into the water, you can't help but think about how lucky you are.

No words, just thots! Hope you enjoyed!

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All completed fics can be found at: ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN, however if you prefer an up to date list you can visit this Tumblr post, as it lists all my TG/TG:M fics and links to both AO3 and the first Tumblr post for that fic.

*ACTIVE WIPS - (updating at least once a week)

More than Movie Magic - 18/24? - WIP - Hangster Hollywood AU. Online and Anonymous - 2/16 Hangster who are anonymous Grindr buddies for YEARS, but then decide to meet. (Tumblr post)

*Active WIPs, versus WIPs listed below - more writing time and energy is spent working on the above, while the below are fics I work on sporadically (or in the weekends).

WIP STATUS (+ FIC IDEAS CURRENTLY GERMINATING)

A) Where do I know you from? 1/? - Hangster - There are too many Jakes and Bradleys for Jake and Bradley to be dealing with. (Tumblr idea unspooling here...)

B) Sagas of Solitude 3/? - IceMav with side Hangster AU - angsty Nepo!Baby Bradley Bradshaw who has to keep his relationship with Mav and Ice a secret when he starts at the USNA. Featuring married Ice and Mav (but not to each other). Prologue He Remembers and Lonely Nights are both set in this verse.

C) To wake, perchance to dream - Jake wakes up in the future, gets a glimpse of what their life could be and then wakes up back right before being called back to Top Gun for the special detachment (e.g. TGM). (Tumblr post and the beginning of the fic)

D) Together or not at all... (SEQUEL) - Hangster - years after Javy/Nat get together they think their best friends (Hangman and Rooster) could maybe try dating each other. It'll either end in disaster or not.

E) Cyclone/Maverick - Cyclone is struggling to deal with being attracted to the most annoying person he's ever met. Why does he like him so much?

F) EMPTY SLOT

G) EMPTY SLOT

H) Getting to know you from the beginning - an Ice/Mav epistolary fic where Jake and Bradley matchmake them, not realising exactly who it is they've matched together. AU divergent ish.

I) Life is too short to waste time matching socks... 2/? The peach and eggplant socks as an anonymous gift as an incredibly unsubtle hint that someone would like to fuck them. (tumblr idea unspooling here...)

J) EMPTY SLOT

K) Caring, Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide - 1/?Transformers cross-over for help me @yeagrave is 110% to blame for me adding this... (related to this post)

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Happy Birthday, Rooster!

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, f!reader

Word Count: 1136

TW: Fluff, Lead Up to Smut, Surprise, Kissing, Sensual Touching

Note: Thank you to @green-socks for reminding me that according to Rooster's military file in the movie, his birthday is June 27. So I got inspired to write this.

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June 27. Rooster sighed as he drove his Bronco back towards his apartment. He had been dreading this day for weeks. Luckily, no one on base had mentioned anything. Either they didn’t know, or they didn’t care enough to bring it up, but Rooster preferred it that way. It was better to just let his birthday go by unnoticed.

He remembered loving his birthdays when he was a kid. Mav would come over and take him up in one of his planes or take him for a short ride on his motorcycle, then they would go back to Rooster’s house for cake, ice cream, and presents with his mom. And Rooster even had a dim memory of his dad placing his first pair of aviators on his face on his third birthday.

But everything was different now. Both of his parents were dead, and Maverick had destroyed their relationship years ago. Rooster knew there would be a birthday card from him waiting in his mailbox at home, but it would go into the trash unopened just like every other year. And you…..

Rooster knew if you had been here, you would have found a way to make this day somewhat bearable, but you were on the other side of the country waiting for him to finish his current 6-month assignment before being able to come home. God, he missed you. Especially today.

He pulled into his apartment building, trying to remember if he had any leftover pizza from a few nights ago. If not, he would have to scrape something else together. Though, given how little time he had to go to the store after work each day, he would be lucky to find a single beer in his fridge. Yet another reason to love this day, he thought bitterly.

Ignoring his mailbox and the dreaded card within, he took the elevator up to his floor. As the doors glided open, he sighed heavily and headed towards his door. Maybe he would just skip food altogether and go straight to bed. There was no use making this day drag on longer than it had to.

He slid his key into the lock and opened the door. But as he flicked on the light, he jumped as someone screamed, “Surprise! Happy birthday!”

Blinking in surprise, Rooster’s mouth dropped as he took in the sight before him. A large homemade banner reading “Happy B-Day!!!” was hung crookedly on his far wall, surrounded by balloons and streamers. And there standing just below it was you, jumping up and down and clapping your hands in excitement.

“Baby?” He asked in amazement, taking a few stumbling steps forward. “W-what are you doing here? H-How did you even get in here?”

“You keep the spare key in the same place you do at home. I keep telling you it isn’t a smart place to leave it. Anyone can break-in,” you said winking as you closed the distance between you and wrapped him into a tight hug.

Rooster stood frozen in shock for a moment, still unable to believe you were really here. But then, he slowly wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tightly. You were here, you were really here.

He hadn’t even realized he was crying until a tear dropped off his face onto your arm and you pulled away. Seeing his expression, you cupped his face in your hand as your face twisted in concern. “Bradley? Hey, what’s wrong? Should I not have come? Oh no, I knew this might be a bad idea showing up unannounced like this, but I just wanted to surprise you an-”

Rooster cut you off as his lips pressed firmly into yours. Without hesitation, you kissed him back, your hand sliding up his face to tangle in his curls. With one hand wrapped around your waist, he lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around his hips. Carrying you over to the couch, he settled with you straddling his lap. You rolled your hips once, and he moaned deeply as he broke off the kiss. He had forgotten just how good you could make him feel with just the slightest of touches.

“God, I missed you,” he muttered softly against your lips.

“I missed you too. But you’re sure it’s okay that I came?” you asked breathlessly.

“It was perfect. You’re perfect. You always make everything perfect.” He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, sending shivers through you as his mustache tickled your skin. “How long are you here for?”

“Three days. I talked my sister into watching the dogs and I took off from work.”

Rooster’s heart simultaneously soared and sank as he raised his head to look at you. “Baby, I love you for that, but I still have to be on base those days.”

However, you just smiled back. “Oh, I know. But we can still have your nights together. And this way, I can actually have a nice home-cooked meal waiting for you instead of you stopping for fast food every night.” He looked at you curiously. “I saw your trash. Honestly, Bradley, how much McDonald’s and pizza can one person eat?”

He gave you a sheepish little half-grin. “Come on, baby. You know my cooking isn’t anywhere near as good as yours. And besides, I just don’t have the time or energy by the time I get home to make something.”

“I remember. Which is why I’ll leave you some meals in the freezer when I leave. That way anytime you’re missing me, you can eat one and think about how much I love you.”

Rooster ran his hand across your cheek. “I don’t think my freezer will fit enough meals for that. I’d need one for every day until I come home.”

“Well, I’ll see what I can do.” You leaned over and captured his lips once more.

Rooster lowered his hands back to your hips before slowly sliding them lower. As he kneaded your ass firmly with his palms, it was your turn to moan in delight. The sound sent a jolt of pleasure straight through his body and he bucked up into you. He longed to rip off your clothes right then and there, but you deserved better than his grimy old couch. It was time to move this to the bedroom.

He lifted you up once again, but you resisted. “Wait, I picked up cake and ice cream for your birthday.”

Rooster grinned into your hair as he once again wondered how he got so lucky to call you his. Running his lips over the edge of your ear, he muttered, “It can wait. This can’t.” He kissed you again as he carried you to his bedroom. This was going to be one of his best birthdays ever.

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The Back Seater and the Baker || Chapter 3 [Bob Floyd x f!OC]

Overview: Bob hasn't seen Haley Nichols since he was fifteen. But when Haley shows up out of the blue with one sentence that throws Bob for a loop – "I'm turning thirty in two weeks, are we still on?" – all of the feelings from their childhood return. Bob never thought that Haley would remember the marriage pact the two made when they were just kids, even if he never forgot. So what happens when Bob falls all over again for his childhood crush? And what will Bob do when he discovers the real reason she came back to capitalize on the pact is to secure her inheritance and save her bakery from bankruptcy? Will he believe Haley when she confesses that she loves him, too?

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x OC [Bakery owner Haley Nichols]

Tropes: Marriage pact

Chapter summary: Bob defends Bradley and Haley in a bar fight at the Hard Deck and when Bob gets punched, it reminds Haley of a similar event from their childhood

Warnings: Cursing, alcohol, fighting, angst

Word count: 2.5K

Series masterlist here; previous chapter here

The first time you kissed Bob Floyd, you were fifteen. 

It was a chilly February day. Winter in low country was odd. Nothing like the blizzarding plains of the midwest or the arctic chills that run down the eastern coast. It was damp at times and gray but never overt. The cold slipped in, an unknown intruder, and dug its claws in until you didn’t realize that it had completely taken over. And by the time you realized, it was slithering away, already on its way out, only to be seen again in a few months. A welcome friend after the humid, long days of summer that turned popsicles into a sticky puddle in a matter of minutes and sleek hair into a frizzy mane without proper technique. 

The day you first kissed Bob Floyd, you were bundled under a sweater and his jacket, one he had slung around your shoulders as the two of you departed the old house your grandparents lived in, making your way through the thick grass. 

The two of you paused under the old willow tree, the sun slipping down below the fence line. It was Valentine’s Day. 

You smiled up at him. He smiled down at you. And without saying anything, the two of you leaned into each other, your lips grazing for the first time, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. 

And even though you had never kissed another boy before and even though he was your best friend, there was something different about the moment you and Bob connected. 

It changed everything. And when you pulled away, he grinned down at you and you knew that forever with him wouldn’t be long enough. 

Six months later, you moved away and Bob Floyd faded into your past. 

Fifteen years later, you were in the same exact position. Bob’s lips brushing yours, your fingertips wrapped around his neck, one of his hands cupping your neck, holding you close. 

And this time, when you leaned back, your stomach dropped. Because it was just like the first time. And you knew that you could love him again if you let yourself. Maybe there was a reason the bakery was failing. Maybe there was a reason none of the other guys between now and then had ever worked out. 

Maybe, despite how insane and stupid it sounded, it was always meant to be Bob Floyd. 

Maybe you wouldn’t hurt him. 

“Peanut,” he whispered, his forehead pressed against yours. “Is this really happening?” 

You pulled back, Bob’s blue eyes searing into yours, and smiled. “Yeah, Bobby. It is.” 

He brushed a section of hair behind your ear. “I don’t even know what to say. Other than I’m so glad you decided to come find me.” 

“Bobby, I—” Just then, the doorbell rang. 

The two of you looked at each other. “Hold that thought,” Bob said, untangling himself from you, striding over to the front door. He returned a minute later with a pizza box which he slid onto the coffee table. “What were you saying?” 

You shook your head, your heart beating erratically. “I was just going to say that I’m starving.” 

His smile faltered. “Well, let’s eat, honey.” 

You settled onto the couch next to Bob, one of his strong arms stretched out over your shoulders. Instinctively, you leaned into his side as he turned on the TV. You held back the tears that threatened to spill down onto your pizza slice. 

He was perfect. He had been perfect back then. But you were kids. You had thought everything would have a rosy glow because of it. That time would have passed and you’d realize the only reason it was so good back then was because it was in the past. It was unattainable in the way that only memories can be. That time had softened any rough edges of your memory. 

But the truth was, it was just as good as it had been. Perhaps better. You looked up at Bob, the colorful lights of the TV illuminating his silhouette. He was beautiful. He was perfect. 

Your stomach cramped. It was your internal alarm system. 

You were in way over your head.  

***

“I can’t do this,” you said into the phone, tossing it on your bed as you searched for an outfit. “It’s not fair to him.” 

On the other end of the line, Calvin sighed. He was across the country and you could still picture his stance perfectly. Lips puckered up in a pout, probably leaning one hand on the stainless steel bartop where you two decorated your bakes. “I knew it,” he said and you frowned. “You like him.” 

You grabbed a black dress before throwing it back on the bed and picking up a strappy tank top instead. “He’s a good person,” you explained. “Like an actual good person. The kind that returns carts at the grocery store for old ladies and offers to watch your kid for free and would spend his entire day helping someone build a deck if they asked.”

“This isn’t new information, is it?” Cal asked. “You knew him before, right?”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “I did.” The Bob Floyd you had known as a kid was just as sweet. He would wait after the fourth period with a slice of pizza wrapped in paper napkins if he knew you wouldn’t have time to eat lunch. He would go miles out of his way to walk you home after school. He was the one who had tried to stay in touch after you left. He was the better one. “I just, I don’t know. Maybe a part of me hoped he wouldn’t be such a good person anymore. But he is. He’s great.” 

“It’s not too late to come home,” Cal said. “Maybe there’s another way to save the bakery.” 

“You and I both know there isn’t,” you said quietly. 

“Then do what you have to,” he replied. “And Haley?”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe he’ll forgive you.” 

***

It was a Friday. You remember because you had a sleepover planned with Amber Wilson and her parents had a house right on the beach on Sullivan’s Island. You were supposed to eat salt water taffy and dip your toes in the sand and spend the night giggling and dialing boy’s phone numbers. 

Instead, you found yourself holding an ice pack to Bob’s eye in the nurse’s office. 

It was after the final bell, and everyone was collecting their backpacks from their lockers. The halls were crowded. Dense with flailing limbs and open book bags and noisy with excitement for the weekend. 

So noisy that you didn’t hear it at first. That was, until a crowd started to gather near the Spanish classroom, and your ears perked up with interest. You pushed your way toward the action, jaw dropped when you saw what was happening. 

Billy Turner had Bob by the backpack straps, dangling him in the air. You shoved forward, actually grabbing and tossing a few kids in your effort to get to Bob, a loud yell exiting your mouth as Billy turned to see you shoving him. 

He set Bob down, turning to you with a slick grin. “Haley Nichols. Should have known Floyd would need a girl to defend him.” 

“Shut your fucking face, Billy,” you spat, eyes burning. “Pick on someone your own size you enormous fuck.” 

He laughed. “Hear that, Floyd? Little girl here wants me to leave you alone.” Billy eyed Bob who was busy rubbing the angry red stripes on his shoulders where the backpack straps had dug in as Billy knocked him around. “You’re a fucking baby, aren’t you? That’s what you are, a little fucking baby.” 

And then Billy was reaching out, one fist clipping Bob’s face, knocking his glasses to the ground, Bob crumpling shortly afterward. You instinctively shoved Billy as hard as you could and he careened into a group of people near the beige lockers. “Fuck off, Turner!” you screamed. 

You rushed forward, bending down, pulling Bob up gently. He held his glasses in his hands, looking up at you with the saddest eyes you had ever seen. You pulled him in close and he crumpled against you, your fingers on his cheeks, one arm wrapped around him. Bob leaned against you and you turned your gaze to where Billy stood off to the side. 

You glared at him. “Fuck you,” you mouthed silently. He turned and stomped away. 

The crowd dissipated once they realized the action was over. It was just you and Bob, standing in the hallway, his head pressed to your chest. Finally, he straightened up and you could see the start of a black eye. 

“Fuck,” you whispered, touching it softly. He grimaced. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmured quietly, voice breaking. 

You frowned. “For what?” 

“Being a nerd,” he admitted. “Getting beat up by a bully like Billy. You must think I’m a freak.” 

You shook your head. “No. Don’t say that.”

Bob looked up with watery eyes. “You deserve better.” 

“Stop it.” You pulled him in close, wrapping your arms around his waist, waiting until he dropped his chin down onto your shoulder. Until you heard his sniffles dissipate. “I’ll never find someone better than you, Bob Floyd,” you whispered. “Never.” 

***

You had come to realize that the bar they all went to wasn’t a special occasion place or a one in a while hangout. It was a daily occurrence for a lot of the team, minus Bob. 

So when the two of you pulled up in Bob’s truck hand in hand, it was no surprise that the entire team was waiting there with grins on their faces. 

“Well, well, look who it is.” Bradley stepped in, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He grinned. “Don’t forget, Floyd, we owe these girls some drinks after that flight.” 

Bob squeezed your hand, leaning in close. “Can I get you a drink, darlin’?” 

You nodded. “Gin and tonic?” 

“You got it, sweetheart.” 

That left you alone near the edge of the room with Phoenix, Hangman and Coyote. Jake slung his arm around your shoulders and you grimaced. “So you and Floyd, huh?” Jake asked. 

“Yup.” 

“That came out of nowhere,” he said and you recognized the way he said it. 

He was jealous. You smirked. “Did it?” you asked. “Or maybe we’ve spent the last fifteen years wondering if things would ever live up to how we made them in our heads about each other.” 

“She got you there,” Coyote said and you laughed. 

You grabbed Jake’s hand, slowly unwinding his arm from your shoulders and putting it back down against his side, patting his arm lightly. “Don’t worry, you’ll find someone. Hangman.” 

Phoenix laughed, taking a sip of her beer with a smirk. “Fuck, Hangman, Bob’s girl got you good.” 

Bob returned a minute later along with Bradley and a round of drinks. You nuzzled into his side, sipping on your G&T, nodding enthusiastically at the stories swirling above your head. Throughout the night, Bob kept his arm tight around your waist. Occasionally he would lean down, whisper into your ear. A secret only the two of you knew. A joke about Hangman’s lack of game. Telling you again how beautiful you were. 

After a few hours, Bob let you go reluctantly, following Bradley and Coyote to the far side of the bar, apparently to make good on a bet about darts. You turned to Phoenix, about to ask her what it was like to fly with Bob, when you heard the first shout. 

“You know what you did, Bradshaw!” 

“Oh, fuck,” Phoenix said, setting her beer down and grabbing your hand. “We gotta go.” 

“What’s happening?” you asked, craning your head, trying to find the source of the commotion. 

Jake put one hand on Phoenix’s back, slightly lower than you would have expected. “Nix, let me handle this.” 

“Whatever you say, Bagman,” she said, eyes narrowing. He looked down at her for a second too long before pulling his hand away, walking in front of her, leading the charge. 

“Leave it, Underwood.” You recognized Bradley’s voice but there was anxiety lacing the words. He was concerned.

“She’s my girlfriend, you asshole.” 

“Ex-girlfriend.” It was Bob correcting him. You grimaced, hand squeezing Phoenix’s, trying to push closer despite the crowd. 

“Stay out of this, Floyd.” The angry guy. “Go back to your slutty girlfriend.” 

“Don’t fucking talk about her like that.” His words could cut stone, they were so sharp. 

There was a laugh. Phoenix tugged you the remaining steps until the two of you were thrust out into the front of the crowd, just around the ring of air that had enveloped Bob, Bradley, Coyote and Underwood. Jake stood on the edge of the fray, eyes hard, assessing the situation. You could see how he would be good in combat. He had the ability to cut out all of the background noise and center in on the problem. You suddenly felt a little safer. 

That was, until Underwood opened his mouth again. 

He stepped in closer to Bob, eyes blazing. He was a large guy, blond buzzcut, thick build. The way they grow them in the midwest: tall and broad and simple. “I said, your girlfriend is a slut.” 

Bob’s fist came out faster than you could even see. All you saw was the aftermath. The way his clip to Underwood’s left cheek had him gasping, sputtering, before righting himself, reaching for Bob. Bradley stepped in, grabbing the larger man’s shoulders, twisting him, dodging a punch before landing one himself right in the guy’s stomach. Underwood grunted and Bob and Bradley made eye contact, but then he was back on his feet, punching Bob, leveling him to the floor. You let out a screech, rushing forward, dropping Phoenix’s hand as Jake stepped in alongside Coyote, all three of them trying to hold back the larger man. 

You dropped to your knees, reaching out, holding Bob’s head in your hands as Penny rang the bell at the bar. 

“All of you!” she shouted, one finger pointed toward the door. “Out.” 

“Come on, honey,” you murmured, helping Bob to stand, one hand gripping his arm, leading him outside. 

Bradley, Coyote and Jake tossed Underwood out onto the gravel of the parking lot. You watched as he stood up, blood dripping from his brow, before glaring and limping away toward a white truck. 

You helped Bob sit on a bench next to the bar, kneeling at his feet, touching his face gently. “Does that hurt?” you asked softly.

Bob looked up. “God, this is really like ninth grade all over again, isn’t it?” 

You laughed. “He did have a very Billy Turner vibe to him.” 

“I’m sorry, Peanut,” he whispered. 

You leaned in, pressing your lips against his softly. Bob grunted quietly and you pulled away with a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he murmured. “Do it again.” 

You laughed, leaning in, kissing him again. “I’ll tell you now what I told you then,” you whispered. “I’m never going to find someone better than you, Bob Floyd. But don’t feel like you have to defend me. Let them make fun of me, I don’t care. I’m not worth it.” 

Bob reached out, running one finger down the side of your cheek. “When are you going to realize, Haley Nichols, that you’re the one thing that’s worth anything?” 

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[gloryofroses19]

Ringside Attraction

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fiancée!reader

[y/n] wasn’t a stranger to feeling the gaze of Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw. With a past full of loss and peripatetic career but a love for domesticity and companionship, [y/n] understood how the sight of her kept Bradley grounded in the present. His gaze spoke volumes when he was unable to with his body, as his other favorite pastime was to be near her. If his gaze was directed at her lips, she knew he would tease a kiss from her with no more than a boyish smile and a well-placed joke. If he gazed at her chest or ass, she knew they would end up pressed against each other in the near future showing their love in private. She wasn't, however, used to his stare being directed at her hands or more accurately her left ring finger. A finger which had recently become adorned with a diamond ring that spoke of their love and shared future. 

Bradley had always sought a place to call home after experiencing the love and loss of his parents so [y/n] knew the proposal would happen at some point. The night in question occurred a few weeks after their first anniversary. The day before, Bradley had claimed that he was going to help Iceman move boxes from the attic into his garage, but [y/n] found out later that he had actually gone to see Maverick. Though their relationship was strained, Bradley felt that he had to at least tell his ex-pseudo-uncle of his upcoming nuptials. 

The following morning, [y/n] had kissed Rooster Bradshaw goodbye at the door with a promise to meet him at the Hard Deck at 8pm as he made the two-hour drive to Fightertown, USA to guest lecture at Top Gun. 

[y/n] was none the wiser when she walked into the Hard Deck to find it devoid of anyone but a man in a Hawaiian shirt on one knee. A man, who proposed in the place where it reminded him of his father, the family he made in the Navy and their shared future.  A man, who spoke of the love he never thought was possible until a woman walked into his life at this very bar and called him “Brad-Brad”. 

Which brought [y/n] back to the present as it was becoming increasingly hard to speak to her fiancé when his attention was focused on the ring than her words. She often found herself staring at the ring throughout her day as well. The elation to being able to marry Bradley hadn’t lessened, if anything she was grateful for the ring because it served as a physical reminder that she was in fact marrying Prince Charming.

However, the future Mr and Mrs Bradshaw never shied away from jokes so [y/n] did what she knew best and teased the man. 

“I think we need to throw out the piano.” [y/n] began as she watched the pilot lounging on  her lap run his fingers over the ring. “Ok, whatever you think, darlin’.” 

Rolling her eyes, [y/n] used her foot to push the porch swing. “I’m going to run away and elope with Phoenix.” 

“Sure, baby.” The motion of the swing had Bradley closing his eyes as he cradled her hand to chest. But as the words “elope” and “Phoenix” swimmed in his mind, he shot up and turned toward his love. “You are not marrying any pilot but me!” 

[y/n] crossed her arms across her chest as she suppressed the urge to giggle at his clouded expression. “Oh, so now I have your attention.” 

“You always do.” Leaning in, Bradley brushed a kiss against the tip of her nose hoping to earn himself a kiss or at least a giggle. 

Pushing herself back against the plush swing pillows, [y/n] mustered all her self control to keep this charade up and not fall for those chocolate puppy-dog eyes. “Don’t give me that cute face.” 

Sensing that he was winning this, because Bradley Bradshaw was nothing but an expert on [full name], he shot her a boyish grin. “It’s the only one I got.” 

[y/n] was an idiot if she thought she could win this battle, the Lieutenant knew her controls just as much as he knew the controls of a F-18. “I’m happy that you’re happy.” 

Drawing her face towards, Bradley whispered against the plump expansion of her lips. “I’m the happiest, thank you for everything.” She gave in, pressing their lips together. Bradley spared no moment of hesitation. He deepened the kiss, parting her lips as a shiver of pleasure ran through her. Parting for air, Bradley made no move to separate their bodies and instead had his thumb rub up and down the hollow of her neck. He  let a smile grow across his swollen lips, leaving [y/n] to ponder the oncoming trouble. “Plus let’s not pretend you don't do your own share of appreciative staring, baby.” 

“Not to the point that I don’t listen!” 

“Really? What about yesterday?” Bradley asked with an incredulous tone and raised eyebrows. 

“What about yesterday?” [y/n] remembered it well. Bradley was sporting a wife-beater while the warm San Diego heat had him glistening gold between his sun kissed skin and sweat. But her fiancé didn’t need to know that. 

“Well,” Bradley began before placing a kiss on her neck and continuing to do so between each phrase. “You were keeping me company,” a kiss left his lips.

“In the garage,” accompanied by another and an unintentional tickle from his mustache. 

“When I was working on the Bronco and…” a sigh left her parted lips as his lips left another. [y/n] was left to wait with bated breath as Bradley’s mouth whispered in her ear. “And I had to throw a towel at you to get your attention.”  However, her bated breath turned into a shriek as her fiancé took a playful bite out of her neck. 

With the shriek still sounding in the air, their puppy Darcy left her perch on the other side of the deck to investigate the noise.  

“It was loud because of Mr. Anderson’s lawnmower!” [y/n] argued, leading Bradley to pause his petting of Darcy to give her a look of skepticism.  

“Let’s not blame your sinful gaze on our 80-year-old neighbor, the man is a veteran.”

A/N: Thank you for reading and feedback is always appreciated!

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B R I D G E R T O N

→  b e n e d i c t b r i d g e r t o n

↳ one-shots:

all the love (under a mistletoe)

{ modern!au. you have been in love with your best friend’s older brother for years. this christmas eve, things finally come to a head. }

S T A R W A R S

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♡ planets orbit around you

{ on a rainy night, on a planet made for leaving, you and Cassian dream. }

T O P G U N

→ b r a d l e y " r o o s t e r " b r a d s h a w

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♡ ocean in a seashell

{ bradley has lived with his father's ghost for long enough to know he'll never make the same mistakes he did. and then he meets you. }

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♡ baby, let's play house

{ marriage of convenience. you got yourself in trouble. bradley has a bit of a savior complex. together, you come up with what could potentially be the worst idea in the longstanding and illustrious history of bad ideas. }

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♡ if devotion is a river (then i'm floating away)

{ in your bedroom on a saturday night, jake reminds you what it is to be alive. }

♡ heaven is a place

{ hangman gives you something to think about, and then you stop thinking. }

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♡ bad habit

{ the moment you meet hangman, you know you hate him. and then suddenly, you’re not so sure anymore. }

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♡ he's so pretty (when he goes down on me)

{ things between you and Bob are strictly business: he’s your backseater, and that’s all there is. Until he offers to help you let off some steam and you find out just how pretty he looks between your thighs… }

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[nobody7102]

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw NSFW Alphabet

A/N: Yeah I fell victim to the Top Gun cast. I do plan on doing more than just Rooster content though.

Main Master-List

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Depending on how many rounds the two of you have done, if it’s 1 - 2 rounds then he’s absolutely the most attentive person ever. You want water? Snack? Towel? Bath? He’ll get it for you. Its its three or more, he’ll grab you a towel before plopping back down into bed with you

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His abs, he knows he’s got a nice body and he doesn't like to boast about it, but he does take pride in it. So whenever you’re at the beach or just hanging out at The Hard Deck and you rack your eyes over him and stop a little longer on his abs, you better be ready for him to get cheeky with you about staring.

Now on you, this man loves your arms and your hands. He loves how he feels in your embrace, how you wrap your arms around him when he comes home, when you’re cuddling anywhere, or just when you’re out together. And he loves how your hands feel against his calloused ones, how they mold together when you do anything. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It’s been said before and I’ll say it again, Rooster has a breeding kink inside of you. There can be a condom or no condom just as long as its in you. A close second for his favorite spot is on your ass

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Whoever’s made him upset, sex on their desk.(Mostly in Maverick and Hangman’s offices). If Hangman pisses him off that day during a training exersise and he has an office, BOOM sex on Hangman’s desk and in his chair. Even though Rooster and Maverick have gotten over their differences, every once and a while Maverick dose something to Rooster that gets him in a mood. So for the next week: Sex in Mavericks office at Top Gun, and sex in his office at his airbase/home.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Bradley has definitely been around the block. So he knows what he’s doing, I will say however I don’t think he’s that experienced in giving head. Anyone he’s been with is either a one night stand so it was just sex or were pilots and we all know how cocky they are with their abilities.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, he loves the closeness of it and how you wrap your arms around him. Not to mention he loves being able to see your face, and kiss you whenever he pleases. 

Reverse cowgirl, he’s an ass man so being able to see you be dominant while still holding your hip and smacking your ass is his favorite thing.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It honestly depends on the type of day it’s been. If he comes home stresses, shuffling his feet and not talking, you do everything in your power to try and get him to smile and laugh, that includes during sex.

If it’s been a good day all around hell yeah, he’s making the two of you laugh the whole time. (He’ll make fun of you during foreplay: “Oh Rooster you’re so big, now I know why that’s your callsign” He laughs, raising his voice a few octaves. “I do not sound like that!” “You totally do”)

If it’s been a shit day all around and he wont talk at all, it all comes down to if he’s biting the inside of his cheeks, if he’s biting the inside of his cheeks then something pissesd him off and there's no laughing whatsoever. If he’s not biting his cheeks then you might get a smile out of him but that's it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

(We’ve all seen the picture of Miles, Glen and Jay) He’s not completely hairless, but he keeps it neat and trimmed up. Since his hair’s been bleached by the sun it's a little bit darker down there but not by much.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

No matter if its goofy sex, pissed off sex, stress releif sex, or even a quickey he always makes sure he’s with you in the moment. Before and after and during there’s kisses of passion, kisses on your shoulder, neck, jaw, and no matter what there’s always post-sex cuddles.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This man definitely jacks off. Not daily, I’d say like once or twice a week. Maybe more if he’s stationed somewhere and can’t be at home with you. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

(Like I said in ‘C’) Breeding kink, whether the two of you have talked about having a family doesn't matter. It’s just the pure idea to him, he loved his dad and his mom, and he’s always loved the idea of having a family (even if its just plants and/or animals) 

Choking, he learned this the first few times he went up in the air and lost his breath a bit due to the lack of atmosphere when flying. So he’d bring it up to you and ask if you could choke him, if you wanna be choked too he’s fine with it but he much prefers when he’s the one being choked. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

(As mentioned in ‘D’) In the offices of whoever pissed him off. Other than that, the two of you have a piano at home and let me tell you anytime he can get you on it, he’ll do it. At this point the piano’s been used so much that there’s an indent on the top of it that's almost the perfect shape of your ass (But you just cover it up with a potted plant)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Everything, this man has no chill. But what really get him is whenever you’re on base with his and he goes to show you his Jet and you run your hands along it as you admire the outside

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Being restrained whether its you or himself. He loves your touch and he loved touching you, he wants to be hands on at all times. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Now just because I said he doesn’t have a lot of experience with it dosen’t mean he’s not good at it… well at first he wasn’t. Like mentioned in ‘E’ Bradley hasn’t had a lot of experience giving, so when he first went down on you, you better believe you stopped him and showed/told him how to do it properly(At least for you) you were the first person to ever tell him that he wasn’t all that he was cracked up to be and quite frankly he was eger to learn and improve his skills. 

When you give him head, man is gone. He’ll have his hands in your hair and just caress your cheek as you go down on him.

Its about 50/50, he’s down to give and receive. It’s whatever you’re in the mood for.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Bradley loves to take his time with you so you better believe he is slow and rough. He loves watching you fall apart and beg for him to go faster, and it wont be till you’re close that he’ll speed up. And when he’s angry or stressed, its just amplified.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't mind quickies, with his line of work he’ll take what he can get but like I said, Bradley is a man who likes to take his time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Absolutely he loves risks, do you think he would chance getting caught banging on Hangman and Mavericks desks if he didn’t? He won’t do anything big on the base though, but outside of that he’s game for anything.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Bradley can go for a good few rounds, 3 at the least but again depending on the day he’s had, he could do 4 or 5 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any himself but if you have them then that’s great, more tools at his disposal. I also fully believe that this man will take you to the store to buy more. (The two of you have quite the collection)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If looks could kill, he’d be dead already from the amount of dirty looks you give him from when he teases you. It’s nothing major, it's the kind of teasing that leaves you longing for more.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Bradley is a grunter, and a soft moaner in general, he’s not super loud. The only time you can get more out of him than that is if you overstimulate him, but that’s something that only happens on special occasions like birthdays or anniversaries.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If the two of you have ever been caught, man’s doesn’t stop, he’ll look over his shoulder at whoever’s caught you and say something like “We’re in the middle of something” or “Give me a few minutes” and just carry on his merry way. Poor Maverick has accidently walked in on you guys more times than you’d care to admit (He never catches you in his office however). 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

This man is fine. He’s toned everywhere, he’s around 7” and pretty average width and he knows how to use it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

On average the two of you will probably go about 2 - 3 times a week, nothing supper crazy but just enough above average to keep the two of you satisfied.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Much like with his aftercare, 1 - 2 rounds he’ll wait to fall asleep till you do. 3 or more and he’s out first.

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[ladywaffles]

humpback whales

mavdad + whales: a discord prompt written for @nicejobkid

So here’s the thing.

Bradley Bradshaw was all of eighteen years old with a head full of exactly jackshit nothing when he left Maverick and Iceman’s house on the end of the street. He didn’t know a goddamn thing about being an adult, even if he claimed otherwise. He left behind an entire life: baby pictures and journals and reels of home videos.

He really did think leaving was the only choice he had. In hindsight, it’s the dumbest thing he’s ever done.

On the one hand, he knew it would be fine. The Navy always provides. He got three square meals a day at Basic and an annual physical that he always aced, thanks to a lifetime of playing baseball and racing Maverick around the diamond. His old man had no right sprinting that fast.

But then there’s the other hand: the calendar of shots and immunizations a teenage boy going off to college required, the yearly appointments with an optometrist, a dermatologist, and most crucially of all, a dentist.

Bradley, Iceman always said, was blessed in that he didn’t take after either Goose or Maverick, both of whom had terrible teeth. Their x-rays were surely some kind of dental case study in a textbook somewhere. But Bradley had taken after his mother and Iceman, in this regard: his teeth all came in like ducks in a row, pearly white like ivory piano keys.

Maybe it was just bad timing, maybe it was because his teeth were just that good, but when he enlisted, no one bothered to ask Ensign Bradshaw if he’d ever had his wisdom teeth out.

So fifteen years later, with a toothache so bad it’s finally driven him to the clinic—and isn’t that embarrassing, to survive Maverick Mitchell’s particular brand of insanity, an ejection out of an F-18, a dogfight in a jet that had no business being in the air, and a (controlled!) crash landing, only to be done in by a goddamn toothache—Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, aged thirty-four, with his newly re-acquired father in tow, has his wisdom teeth removed.

They don’t hook him up with an IV, thank goodness. Instead, they give Maverick a packet of pills to make Bradley take an hour before surgery that will supposedly knock him out for the duration.

As a member of the F-18 Ejection Club, Bradley’s been on the good shit for the past few months. He has sincere doubts about these pills.

“Bottoms up, kiddo,” Maverick tells him, pushing the pills towards him with a cup of coffee. It’s the same mug he gave Maverick for Father’s Day when he was ten years old.

“You’re the worst,” Bradley says, swallowing the pills in one go with a scalding hot gulp.

Later, Maverick will laugh at him over the dinner table as he recounts to Ice what exactly happened when Bradley had his wisdom teeth out. (He really shouldn’t have doubted those pills.)

The meds hit about fifteen minutes after he takes them. It falls to Maverick, all five-foot-and-change of him, to wrangle six-foot-oh of Bradley into the Bronco, strap him in, and haul him back out into the dentist’s office. He vaguely remembers being wheeled into one of the surgery rooms and led to sit on the chair, falling asleep, and then waking up to the dentist telling him they’d finished taking his teeth and they just needed to stitch him up.

He immediately bursts into tears—he hates stitches more than anything—and then conks straight out again.

He doesn’t really remember getting home, only that the next time he wakes up, he’s back in Maverick and Ice’s house, laid out on the couch. Maverick is whistling in the kitchen. He’d covered Bradley with an old blanket. A smart move on his part; Bradley drooled on it in his sleep.

Maverick comes back into the room with two bowls of very boring chicken broth.

“Good morning!” he teases. “I didn’t know you were such a lightweight, ducky!”

“Yuh’re de wurst,” Bradley gums through the cotton gauze in his mouth.

Mav hands him a bowl and a spoon. The broth is barely hot. Gross. He looks up at Maverick with the same baleful expression he used to get dessert before dinner as a kid, but Maverick just laughs at him.

“No dice here, Brads. You’re not getting anything hotter, unless you wanna get your stitches replaced.”

Bradley rolls his eyes and slurps his lukewarm soup.

Maverick flips on the TV. He turns on a nature documentary on humpback whales, then kicks his feet up onto the coffee table, the exact way that Bradley knows Ice doesn’t let him.

He can see straight through Maverick. It’s the same routine he used to do when Bradley would stay home from school sick. Animal Planet never failed to knock him out. It was more effective than anything else at getting him to sleep.

But this time, Bradley finds himself staying awake as he watches this otherwise ordinary whale documentary with Maverick sitting next to him on the couch. He’s an adult now, but Maverick is treating him as if no time has passed. There’s no resentment, no blame, for all the pain he’d caused his father.

He missed moments like this, in the years they spent apart. He’d almost forgotten how nice it was to have someone to care for you.

In the end, Bradley stays awake for the whole movie. It’s Maverick who falls asleep, his head lolling to the side to rest on Bradley’s shoulder. It’s not such a bad place to be, Bradley thinks to himself, trapped on a cozy couch with his dad.

He hits play on the documentary again and settles in closer to Maverick. The whales are pretty cool, after all.

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[mads-weasley]

Hold My Hand: Part Three

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Pilot!Wife!Reader

Masterlist

| Part One | Part Two | Part Four |

A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I've been super super busy! I do not own any of these characters! Enjoy!

Summary: With (y/n) down in enemy territory, Bradley comes to her rescue.

Warnings: descriptions of injuries, major major angst, mentions of death

(y/n) - your name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

hen - your callsign

(Y/n)'s eyes slowly opened as she felt a cold sensation spread throughout her body. Taking in a deep breath, she became more aware of her surroundings and unclipped her oxygen mask, discarding it in the snow.

Looking around at the wintery landscape, she began to hear a faint noise. After a few seconds, the noise got louder and turned out to be an enemy helicopter. Knowing what was about to happen, she quickly tried to get up, but let out a cry of pain when she moved her right leg. Full of determination, she clenched her teeth and got up, hobbling towards the treeline.

The helicopter was approaching now, firing round after round towards her limping figure. Her saving grace was a large tree that had fallen. Jumping over it the best she could, she had to bite her tongue to keep from yelping in pain. She pressed herself as close to the log as she could, feeling it shake with every bullet impact.

As dirt and snow flew in the air around her, she couldn't help but think of him. Of Bradley. All the wonderful times they shared. Waking up beside him every day, the sound of his heartbeat, the cocky smirk he often sent her way, his smell, the safety she felt in his arms. Tears sprang in her eyes from the realization that she would never see him again.

Her leg was screaming out in pain, but she ignored it, wanting the last thing on her mind to be his face smiling back at her in the early morning light. She closed her eyes, accepting her fate when she heard the chopper move positions to go around the log. Holding her breath, (y/n) braced herself for the slew of ammunition that was about to end her life.

They never came.

A large explosion filled the air, making her ears ring. Her eyes shot open to see the helicopter crashing in flames to the ground. Seconds later, a single F-18 flew through the smoke. She immediately knew who it was.

"No, no, no. Bradley, no." she whispered, tears threatening to spill over.

She watched in horror as the enemy SAMs quickly fired on him, making contact with the back of his fighter in a blaze of fire. Her hands flew to her mouth as she tried to hold back sobs.

When she saw something small shoot out of the aircraft right before it crashed, she got to her feet and set off towards the parachute, dragging her injured leg behind her. Luckily for her, it wasn't too far away, but she still had to stop and take breaks every few minutes. The searing pain that started in her lower leg now spread to the whole limb, sending her to the ground with a cry.

Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, she started to feel the full force of the injury. The white-hot pain made her mind fuzzy, but she was still able to pull herself to a nearby tree, leaning her head back against it. Inspecting her leg for the first time, she noticed the unnatural angle at which it was laying.

"Well, that's broken," she muttered with a grimace, leaning her head back against the tree with a thump.

She thought she was hallucinating when she heard it. Someone was yelling her name...Bradley was yelling her name.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n/n), where are you?!"

Her heart lifted just hearing his voice. Using the tree to rise to her feet, she yelled for him, hobbling in his direction.

"Bradley! I'm here!"

He could hear the pain in her voice and his own became more strained as he continued to call to her. "(Y/n)! I'm coming! I'm coming sweetheart."

As she was limping through the woods, her good leg got caught up on a branch, causing her to crumble to the ground on her bad leg. She screamed in pain as white dots filled her vision. The last thing she remembered was hearing her husband desperately cry out for her.

"(Y/n)!"

When (y/n)’s scream echoed through the forest, Bradley’s blood went cold. Tearing through the woods towards her, his mind was filled with images of what he may encounter when he did find her. He had tears in his eyes when he saw a heap of dark green in the distance.

"(Y/n) No, no, no. Hen!" He called, sprinting towards her unmoving figure.

Sliding down next to her, he gently flipped her over on her back. If he didn't know better, he'd have thought she was sleeping peacefully. The almost frozen tear stains mixed with dirt, grime, and blood on her face as Bradley cupped her cheeks softly, rubbing them with his thumbs in an attempt to wake her up.

She did not.

With tears in his eyes, he pulled her between his legs to lean on his chest. He said a prayer of thanks when he felt her breathing against him. His eyes raked across her body and found nothing but small scrapes and bruises until he got to her leg. Even with her flight suit on, he could tell it was badly broken.

Cursing under his breath, he tried to wake her once again. Still getting no response, he knew that the only thing he could do for a broken bone was to splint it, so he gently laid her back in the snow and gathered sticks to make one. When he was ready to splint it, he prayed that (y/n) would stay asleep and not have to feel the pain from moving her leg so much.

"I'm sorry, baby." he whispered, kissing her forehead before placing his hands on her leg. With a deep breath, he quickly moved it to its correct position. At the movement, (y/n)'s eyes shot open and she began scrambling away from Bradley with a scream.

“(Y/n)! Sweetheart, it’s me! It’s Bradley!”

A few seconds later, her thrashing stopped and she looked up at him, more tears dripping down her face. "Brad?"

"I'm here, (y/n). I'm here."

With a sob, she relaxed into his embrace as he pulled her closer to his chest. They stayed there for a few minutes, just happy to have each other. A few stray tears leaked from Bradley's eyes when he realized just how close he was to losing his everything.

(Y/n) broke the silence first. "Bradley, my leg," she started, grimacing up at him.

Looking down at the limb, he realized he had never fixed the splint. "Shoot, your leg," Bradley whispered, sliding out from behind her and kneeling next to her leg. "I need to finish splinting it, but it's gonna hurt, baby."

Nodding, she prepared herself for the pain. Bradley quickly fixed the sticks in position, using a strip of his torn flight suit to tie them all in place. Immediately, (y/n)'s face scrunched up in pain, head leaning back against the snow with a thump as whimpers left her mouth.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." he coos, rubbing her hair once he finished the splint.

Moments later, the sound of a plane engine roared overhead. Bradley quickly covered (y/n) with his body, careful of her leg. Luckily, the trees above them blocked them from the view of the enemy plane. After it went by, she looked up at him, faces mere inches away.

"We need to get out of here."

"Yes, ma'am," he whispered, glancing down at her lips. "I'm so glad you're alive. I thought I'd lost you. When I saw yo-"

"You didn't lose me. I'm right here." she paused. "Please just kiss me."

With a smirk, he leaned down and connected their lips in a sweet and desperate kiss that communicated everything they hadn't said. Pulling away, Bradley kissed both of her cheeks.

"I love you more than anything, Hen."

"I love you more, Rooster. Now let's go."

Bradley slowly helped her to her feet before picking her up bridal style. The couple walked towards the bombed airstrip the tomahawks had hit during the mission, knowing there should be a plane they could commandeer.

After about 30 minutes of walking, they made it to the airstrip. He put her down gently, putting his arm around her waist to support her.

"We need to look like we belong, so I'll try and walk as normally as I can."

He pulled her closer to his side. "That's why I'm here. You ready?"

With a nod, the pair made their way across the airfield to an unoccupied F-14. With every step, (y/n)'s leg screamed out in pain. Sensing this, Rooster tried to take as much of her weight as he could. By the time they made it to the plane, (y/n) had tears in her eyes. She took a deep breath and tried to focus on the task at hand.

Quickly getting the jet ready for takeoff, Bradley helped (y/n) up the ladder and into the RIO seat. He could see the pain in her face, and it broke his heart. Smiling softly at her, he leaned down at kissed her cheek before gently placing her helmet on her head.

"We're almost home. Then we can get you help, sweetheart."

"I know."

Even with the shaky takeoff, (y/n) had a feeling they were going to make it. The sense of dread that had filled her system before the mission was now replaced with hope. This hope was shaken when she spotted the enemy planed approaching them.

"Roost, tally two, five-o-clock low," she announced, heart racing. "What do we do?"

He glanced back to look at them. "Okay, listen. Just be cool. If they knew who we were, we'd be dead already."

The planes rose to their altitude. "Well, here they are, babe."

Rooster and the enemy pilot shared a weird interaction before the second plane moved behind them.

"Crap. His wingman is moving into weapons envelope." Taking a deep breath, he continued. "Hen, listen to me. When I tell you, you grab those rings above your head." (Y/n) looked above her at the yellow and black rings. "Those are the ejection handles."

"Roost, can we outrun these guys?" she asked with a shaky voice.

He replied with a sad tone. "Not their missiles and guns."

"Then it's a dogfight."

It felt as if the air was sucked from the plane at her statement. They finally thought they were home free, but now they were up against two enemy planes in a much older F-14.

"An F-14 against two 5th Gen fighters?" He whispered to hisself.

(Y/n) remembered what Mav had told them. "It's not the plane, it's the pilot." She paused. "You'd go after them if I wasn't here."

"But you are here. And you're hurt. You're my priori-"

"Come on, Brad. Don't think, just do."

With a hard bank right, Rooster unexpectantly gets behind the first bandit and fires on it, taking it down. (Y/n) has to suppress a groan at the sudden movement, but she quickly reels herself back in, knowing that Bradley couldn't take down the other fighter without her. Within seconds, the other fighter is on them, and the dogfight begins.

Now over the ocean, flying towards the carrier, Rooster curses as he is unable to shake the enemy bandit. Their F-14 had taken a beating and was now a sitting duck. As an onslaught of bullets was shot into the back of the plane, warning lights popped up on (y/n)'s console.

"We can't take much more of this!" She shouted, looking behind them.

Rooster's voice was strained. "We can't outrun this guy. We've got to eject. We need altitude!"

"No!"

"Pull the ejection handles the second I tell you." He ordered.

She wouldn't let this happen. "Brad, wai-"

"(Y/n/n), there's no other way. I love you."

He pulled up roughly, increasing their altitude drastically, feeling the G-force push down on them harshly. (Y/n) felt tears brim her waterline.

His emotion-filled voice broke through their comms. "Eject, baby, eject!"

"I love you," she whispered before pulling the rings.

Nothing happened.

"Hen! Pull the handle! Eject!" He cried.

(Y/n) continued yanking on the handle. "It's not working!"

Rooster cursed under his breath. "No, no, no. Keep trying!"

As their fighter continued to gain altitude, the air began to thin. The pair began to gasp for breath, and (y/n) called out for him in a broken voice, panting.

"Bradley!"

Looking behind her, she could see the enemy jet gaining on them, trying to get a missile lock. Her heart was pounding in her chest as tears leaked from her eyes when she realized that there was a good chance they wouldn't make it home. In the pilot's seat, Bradley was feeling the same way.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry. I love you so much, (y/n) Bradshaw. I just wish we had more time."

(Y/n)'s heart shattered at her husband's tearful confession. "Me too, Bradley. You've given me the best three years. I love you."

Closing her eyes, (y/n) braced herself for the worst, again wanting her last thought to be of Bradley. She heard the missile launch and then one larger explosion. Quickly looking behind her, she saw Hangman fly up through the smoke of the falling enemy fighter.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is your savior speaking."

(Y/n) let out a shuddering breath as Rooster laughed before whooping with excitement as Hangman continued his ego-filled speech.

"Let's go home, baby," Bradley whispered with a smile.

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Part Four

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‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎↠ 𝕞 𝕒 𝕤 𝕥 𝕖 𝕣 𝕝 𝕚 𝕤 𝕥 . . .

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natasha phoenix t r a c e ;

" leaning in and listening to your sweet voice,

charmed by your laughter. "

bradley rooster b r a d s h a w ;

" for the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge

for the hearing of my heart---

it really goes. "

robert bob f l o y d ;

" I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly

as the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. "

jake hangman s e r e s i n ;

" if the moon smiled, she would resemble you.

you leave the same impression

of something beautiful but annihilating. "

rhett a b b o t t ;

" the fury of a demon instantly possessed me.

i knew myself no longer.

my original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; "

nick goose b r a d s h a w ;

" stasis in darkness.

then the substanceless blue

pour of tor and distances. "

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[tgmsunmontue]

So, my current WIPS are due to be all finished up in the next 5-10 days. So time to let the fics battle it out and figure out which two are taking the weekly update slots...

(I'm curious to see where this ends up, as I know there are some fic ideas here which some people are very invested in.)

If you need more details, it's in my pinned post in my blog, or it's just below the cut.

A) Where do I know you from? There are too many Jakes and Bradleys for Jake and Bradley to be dealing with. (Tumblr idea unspooling here...)

B) Sagas of Solitude 2/? - IceMav with side Hangster AU - angsty Nepo!Baby Bradley Bradshaw who has to keep his relationship with Mav and Ice a secret when he starts at the USNA. Featuring married Ice and Mav (but not to each other). Prologue He Remembers and Lonely Nights are both set in this verse.

C) To wake, perchance to dream - Jake wakes up in the future, gets a glimpse of what their life could be and then wakes up back right before being called back to Top Gun for the special detachment (e.g. TGM). (Tumblr post and the beginning of the fic)

D) Together or not at all... (SEQUEL) - Hangster - years after Javy/Nat get together they think their best friends (Hangman and Rooster) could maybe try dating each other. It'll either end in disaster or not.

F) Online and Anonymous - 1/16 Hangster who are anonymous Grindr buddies for YEARS, but then decide to meet. (Tumblr post)

H) Getting to know you from the beginning - an Ice/Mav epistolary fic where Jake and Bradley matchmake them, not realising exactly who it is they've matched together.

I) Life is too short to waste time matching socks... 2/? The peach and eggplant socks as an anonymous gift as an incredibly unsubtle hint that someone would like to fuck them. (tumblr idea unspooling here...)

K) Caring, Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide - Transformers cross-over for help me @yeagrave is 110% to blame for me adding this... (related to this post) (Prologue)

The Maverick/Cyclone one is from Dance mor Dances, Take more chances and is the development of their relationship in that AU.

#writing and wrangling woes #been a couple of months since I needed a poll... #Hangster #IceMav #Top Gun Maverick fanfiction