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i desperately need someone to look at me the same way that bradley looks at jake

ur telling me hangman is out here looking at rooster like that and im supposed to believe that top gun: maverick WASNT a romance movie?????

How come I've never noticed this before?!

Look at this scene first:

-> Ice is looking at Mav's eyes first but then his eyes flicker down to Mav's mouth for a tiny moment.

Then look at this scene:

-> Roo is looking at Hangy's eyes first but then his eyes flicker down to Hangy's mouth for a tiny moment.

IT'S THE SAME!!! Like literally the same!

This makes me feel cosy as if I'm the one being looked after. Chefs kisses all around!

3 & hangster for spotify wrapped ficlet (starryinspace)

the way you KNEW what song this is.... rude. @starryinspace

renegade - big red machine, taylor swift, bon iver | "there was nowhere for me to stay, but i stayed anyway."

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Bradley groans as he pulls his keys out of his front pocket. His body is still stiff from the whiplash and he hasn't been able to get a wink of sleep since leaving the medbay on the ship. His hands shake slightly as he tries to find his house key and he nearly jumps as a hand gently grabs his wrist and takes the keys.

He forgot Jake was with him.

"Let me do that, Bradshaw," Jake says gruffly, stepping around Bradley and slipping the key in the lock. Bradley seats on his feet and he reaches out, finding Jake's arm to steady himself. "You're dead on your feet."

The door swings open as Bradley's brain tries to come up with something to say and then Jake's pulling him inside. "I'm alive."

Jake's quiet for a moment as Bradley kicks off his shoes and drops his pack in the living room. He sways on his feet again as he starts down the hallway and then Jake is there again, hand on Bradley's back to steady him.

"You are," Jake says quietly. Bradley hums softly, leading them down the hallway to his bedroom.

Bradley sighs when he sits down on his bed, the familiar comfort making his eyes heavier. He's about to flop back on the mattress when Jake taps his face gently. When Bradley opens his eyes, he's much closer than Bradley thought.

"You should take off your fatigues and put on some of the pain gel."

The more petulant, tired side of Bradley wants to argue - repeat what Jake's said in a mocking tone and tell him to leave. It's enough that Jake offered to drive him home - Bradley doesn't need help undressing and getting into bed. He doesn't need help at all.

Except... his neck is killing him again and his clothes are starting to make him feel claustrophobic. He also doesn't know if he can get his pants undone without hurting himself.

"Okay," he whispers, closing his eyes again. He hears Jake hum softly as he starts to pull his shirt off, only jumping a little when he feels Jake's hands on the buckle of his pants.

"I'll grab your gel. Get comfortable," Jake says, patting Bradley's shoulder. Bradley opens his eyes and tilts his head back, looking up at Jake. He looks as tired as Bradley feels but there's something in his eyes that makes Bradley's chest tug.

Bradley pushes himself up the bed as Jake heads back into the living room to grab the gel. He puts two pillows behind his head turns on his side, shivering slightly as the chill of the house settles over his back. The blankets are pulled back, he realizes belatedly, but he's too tired to reach for them.

"Here," Jake says, Bradley's eyes flying open to see him sitting on the edge of the bed. He pulls the blanket up to Bradley's waist and tucks it around him. "You're gonna have to move so I can get your neck."

Something flares up in Bradley and he turns too fast, away from Jake. "I can do it," he says, voice low and a little rough with exhaustion. He holds out his hand for the tube but Jake doesn't move.

"Bradshaw-"

"I'm fine," Bradley insists, forcing his eyes open. He pushes himself up onto his elbow, ignoring every muscle in his shoulders screaming at him in pain. He stares at Jake's hands and refuses to meet his eye. "I got it from here."

Jake's quiet for long enough for Bradley to break and look up to meet his eyes. He wishes he hadn't the second he takes in the look on Jake's face - bottom lip between his teeth, eyes a little wide and concerned. He takes a deep breath, releasing his bottom lip, and clears his throat. Bradley watches him, breath caught in his throat, as Jake shakes his head gently before reaching out and putting gentle pressure on Bradley's good shoulder.

"Bradley," he says softly, meeting Bradley's gaze. That look's back in his eyes that makes Bradley's chest tug. "Stop being a dick and let me help you."

Bradley laughs so suddenly he surprises himself. Jake pushes a little harder on his shoulder and he falls back onto the pillows again. He turns onto his good side again, wrapping his arm around the pillow as Jake opens the tube.

"I guess I don't have a choice," Bradley mumbles, Jake huffing a laugh as he starts working the gel into Bradley's skin. How he knows what part to get, Bradley doesn't know and doesn't ask.

When Jake's done he stands and heads into the en suite, throwing away the glove he'd put on and washing his hands. Bradley closes his eyes again, sleep pulling at his brain.

He has just enough awareness to feel the bed dipping as Jake sits down on the edge again. Everything is quiet for a moment and then there's a hand in his hair, pushing it back from his face gently. Bradley inexplicably feels tears well up in his eyes and he takes a deep breath against them. He wiggles the hand hanging off the pillow until Jake seems to get what he's asking for and entwines their fingers together. Bradley squeezes, twice, and Jake hums.

"You're welcome," he replies softly. He rubs his thumb against Bradley's temple. "I'm gonna-"

"Stay," Bradley whispers, squeezing his hand again. He doesn't open his eyes but he does push his head into Jake's hand. He can feel his bottom lip trembling a bit, all of the adrenaline leaving his body as he sinks farther into the familiarity of home.

"Bradley..." Jake trails off, voice strained. Panic swells in Bradley's chest for a moment and then Jake's sighing. "I'm stealing some pajamas."

He gets up, pulling his hand from Bradley's gently, and Bradley listens as he moves about the room, opening drawers until he finds what he wants. The bathroom sink turns on for a bit and then the light's turned off. The bed dips behind Bradley, the blankets lifting and causing Bradley to shiver slightly. He knows there's at least one pillow left on the bed but he pushes one of them out from under his head in Jake's direction.

Bradley fails to suppress the shiver that runs down his spine as Jake moves closer to him, one of his hands resting on Bradley's hip. Bradley rolls onto his back, the pain gel doing its job enough for him to lay flat, and smiles as Jake's hand slides across his skin to wrap around his torso. It grounds him to the bed, calms the anxiety that's warring with exhaustion in his mind.

"Jake," Bradley whispers, voice thick with sleep. Fingers push into his hair and Bradley nearly moans.

"Sleep, Bradley." Jake taps his thumb against Bradley's side, his other hand massaging Bradley's scalp. "In the morning."

Bradley nods, or he thinks he does, before he finally lets sleep pull him under.

YUHH MY FIC

by chickennuggetlver

“You better be back to marry me.”

or

Natasha makes a promise to Callie before the mission.

Words: 983, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Top Gun (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Callie “Halo” Bassett, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

Relationships: Callie “Halo” Bassett/Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Tom “Iceman” Kazansky/Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw & Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

Additional Tags: Marriage Proposal, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, pulling plot out of my ass, I Will Go Down With This Ship, and the other ones, I Don’t Even Know, It’s good trust, No beta we die like any trace of heterosexuality in top gun, Married Tom “Iceman” Kazansky/Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

Oh

but imagine

a top gun au where Bradley is a garage mechanic and owns this little place in California just like the photo and has the tiny apartment upstairs above it and he's always out in the garage tooling around under the hood of the Bronco or elbows-deep in the guts of a car, coming out all sweaty and arms covered in grease, wiping hands on a perpetually-stained white oil rag that's always hanging out of his back pocket Springsteen-style and everyone in the neighborhood knows where to take your car if it's got a problem, a flat tire or a rattling sound or oil change, doesn't matter, just take it over to Bradshaw's and he'll have it running in no time

and one day this guy shows up in a battered Ford pickup with a flat tire or something, saunters in with a smirk wrapped around a toothpick and his clothes still smelling like jet fuel because he can never quite get it out no matter how many times he washes them, tugs off his aviators and calls "hello?" because there's a radio playing oldies perched on a toolbox and a pile of tires in the corner and wrenches scattered on the floor but no mechanic in sight, and a shock of hair and brown whiskey eyes and a face covered in sweat and grime pushes out from under the 20-something-year-old minivan parked in the middle of the bay and holy shit the guy has shoulderschestarms like something out of a movie asks how he can help

and the guy standing over him just stares at him with a pair of shocking green eyes, sharp white teeth pinned around a toothpick in something between a smile and a grin and gestures vaguely behind him to the street, aviators still dangling between his fingers, and says, "I'm looking for Bradshaw" in a drawl that should not sound like that around his name

and so he shoves out from under the minivan to his feet and sticks out the hand that's mostly clean and says "who wants to know?" and the guy says "Jake, Jake Seresin" and his grip is calloused and firm and Bradley wonders if he can feel the kick in his pulse

someone please write this

Photographer Lasse Erkola

Oh no, this hurts

TOPGUNtober day one!!

I’m gonna post a fic a week this month so here’s a snippet of the fic I’ll be posting on Saturday to celebrate the first day

Prompt: forced proximity

So the phrase "are you a friend of Dorothy?" (You know the Wizard of Oz, Dorothy Gay Icon), is a phase used in the 80's as a question you ask someone to see if they are lgbtq. Think of it as a simpler handkerchief code. Essentially a bunch of Navy men used it right, I totally need to see this in a top gun fic, if it's between two main characters or side characters or in the background i need to see this. And you know if the daggers hear this, and they are so confused cause you know gay 80's Bradley was probably one of the only one alive, and you know he's got uncles and parents who were 80's gay.

@hangmanbradshaw you have to - it is soooo good! Love me a snarky protective Jake!

Bradley/Jake, 80K, E

Bradley just wants to find love. Jake is his divorce lawyer.

"My boy only breaks his favourite toys."

Just between us

Did the love affair

Maim you too?

Hangster and possible story idea??

One hc that I constantly think about is Rooster and his incredible anger issues. You cannot tell me that his rage is gone because I feel like it’s always under the surface, 24/7. He could go from 0 to 100 in a fraction of a second. He probably makes unhinged threats too.

Imagine this:

The squad is out flying with some kids(seriously Trace, they’re only 10 years younger) at Top Gun because, obviously, the best of the best to teach the next best of the best. Phoenix, Bob, and Coyote are up in the sky with two students.

They land, then its Rooster and Hangman’s turn with two other students. They go up, they fool around, crack jokes, poke at the kids and target locks both of them. Then the kids squabble while Bradley and Jake attempt to not laugh. Anyway, they kids start getting rough in the air. Hangman tried to intercept it, but got caught in their jetwash.

Next thing Rooster knows, Jake’s plane starts spiralling for a few seconds too long before pulling up. Cue Bradley about to be these kids worst nightmare.

They land and first thing Roo does is go straight towards the pilots with a look that could kill. Everyone tried to get him to stop and take a breather. That didn’t work.

But guess who stepped in? Yep. Jake-fucking-Hangman-Seresin.

Bradley was easily talked down by Jake(a blessing, really).

So yeah.

Hangman, fully dressed in his khakis and his hair perfectly combed through: Bradshaw, as I live and breathe.

Rooster, running off of 15 cups of coffee, 2 minutes of sleep and rightfully looks terrible: Seresin. As I choke and die.

-The entire squad was stunned, even Bagman-

Hangman, trying to sleep: Why are you poking the bed with a stick..?

Coyote: To determine whether or not Rooster is under the covers with you, Jake.

Rooster, poking his head out from a under the blankets: I am!

Hangman: Bradshaw. As I live and breathe.

Rooster: Hangman. You look... Good.

Coyote: Really guys, those are your vows?

Phoenix: I think it's cute.

Maverick: By the power vested in me by the state of California and the internet, I now pronounce you husbands. You may now kiss the groom.

Hangman pulls Rooster into a long (but respectable) kiss: Mr. Bradshaw. As I live and breathe.

Rooster: Mr. Bradshaw. You look good.

Phoenix: Rooster. Ass, tits, or thighs?

Rooster nonchalantly staring at Hangman: ..y e s.

Phoenix: What the fu-

Iceman and Mav in the background being proud parents: We raised him well

The ‘86 crew at the Hard Deck watching their 14 aviators do what they do:

- Hangman and Rooster flirting obliviously -

Maverick: God, Ice, tell me we weren’t this bad.

Ice: We weren’t-

Slider, Wolf, ‘Wood, Chipper, Sundown, and Merlin: You were.

- Bradley ranting about Iceman on base -

Hangman: shhhh! What if someone hears you??

Rooster: If they heard me, they’d tell him. Then he shrugs and responds with, " what can I say? He has daddy issues.”

Hangman: ..how do you know?

Rooster: Because Maverick told him to say that.

Warlock: Maverick. Ice called Cyclone and threatened him.

Mav: Oh! He probably didn’t mean it!

- flashback to the threat -

Ice: -and I will personally throw you overboard and let you drown if you even-

- present -

Warlock: ..

Mav: ..

Warlock: ..probably?? PROBABLY?!