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cryptid-in-your-closet · 2 years

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I’ll be honest, I love “Jake is a morning person but Bradley isn’t” or “Bradley’s a morning person but Jake isn’t” as much as the next shipper but consider, they are both morning people but in different ways.

Bradley enjoys his mornings. He loves being awake before anyone else. Watching the sunrise and listening to the sounds of the world around him waking up. He’ll get up and make a pot of coffee, take a mug outside and watch the sun break over the horizon. Sometimes he puts on some low music but if he’s somewhere with birds he lets them be the soundtrack to his morning. Bradley takes his mornings slow.

Jake gets up and gets moving. He can’t sleep past six am no mater where he is in the world. It’s a habit he can’t shake from his childhood where he’d get up before the sun everyday because he had to beat the animals to getting up. He’d eat breakfast and then he and his father would head out to take care of the animals. Now days he starts ever morning with a run. Then he’s in the bathroom doing his complex skin care routine. After he’s done in there it’s breakfast. And then he’s off to work, always early. Always makes a good impression for his COs.

The first time they sleep together they wake within a few moments of each other. Jake goes to get up. Bradley thinks he’s leaving and grabs his arm, “stay, please.” And Jake can’t say no. So for the first time in his memory Jake takes his morning slow. They cuddle. Bradley gives him a blowjob and he returns the favor. They shower together, it’s a long one where they just take each other in, nothing sexual just admiring the other. And Jake is thinking, damn, how the hell did I land this perfect man? Eventually they make it to Bradley’s kitchen where Bradley puts on a pot of coffee and Jake starts making scrambled eggs. Bradley drapes himself against Jake’s back while he cooks. When their two plates of eggs and toast are done Bradley leads Jake outside to the porch and they enjoy the sunrise, although they took their morning slow enough that it’s mostly risen already. Sitting there in companionable silence Jake thinks to himself, I could get use to this.

#tgm #bradley bradshaw #jake seresin #hangster #bradley x jake #jake x bradley #fluff #headcanon #i just think it would be cute #mornings #Tbf I do think they’d be messer than this because these two are not good at communicating but still. it’s cute. let me have this.#rooster x hangman #Jay’s headcanons

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themistymountainscold · 2 years

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rooster, walks in wearing a cool outfit:

hangman, sighing: if only i could pull off that outfit...

rooster: go ahead.

hangman: what?

rooster: what?

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the-sun-and-the-sky · 11 months

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The Joke's On You

Summary: In which Hangman makes a joke and Rooster takes it literally.

Pairing: Rooster x Hangman and Bob x Phoenix (if you squint)

Word Count: 1.6k

Category: Fluff

Warnings: Alcohol, cussing, minor suggestive thoughts, and no beta reading.

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Gravel crunched under the tires of Rooster’s Bronco as he pulled it into the driveway already packed with cars. With precision born only through years of flying, he inched his truck forward and slid it into park. As the engine cut out, the sounds of the outside world flooded in.

Loud hollers and music leaked through the open windows of the base house he’d pulled up to. It looked the same as its neighbors with its white-washed walls and tiled roof, but nowhere else on the empty lane held as much energy as the house he now sat in front of.

“Rooster!”

Rooster snorted in amusement as Phoenix burst out the front door and down the porch steps. She held a beer in one hand and wildly waved the other to get his attention. Bob followed her closely, a fond smile tugging at the corners of the WSO’s lips.

“Are you planning to spend the entire night in that thing?” Phoenix asked as she sidled up to the open window.

Rooster braced his arms against the frame and looked down at his best friend. “And what if I was?”

Phoenix rolled her eyes, used to Rooster’s teasing. But she stepped back as he opened the door and stepped out.

“Hey Bob,” Rooster greeted the man with a friendly clap on the back.

Summer had ended a week ago but the weather wasn’t inclined to listen to an arbitrary calendar date. As a result, the stifling Southern California heat hadn’t let up and it gave no indication that it would anytime soon.

Heat radiated off the gravel as Rooster and his welcoming committee trudged up to the house. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck and all he could think about was cracking open a cold beer.

Inside, the heat wasn’t any better. If possible, it might have been worse.

The loud conversation drifted down the hall reminding Rooster of why he was there in the first place. Phoenix and Bob had invited the Daggers, plus a few others, over for dinner and drinks. But mostly drinks.

Rooster had no issue finding his way to the back of the house even though he didn’t live there. Once you’d been in one base house, you’d been in all of them, regardless of how the current tenants choose to decorate the space.

He did a quick round of greetings before heading to the kitchen to find the cold beer. Or water, or really anything that wasn’t oppressively hot.

Maverick sat on the couch, surrounded by young pilots, as he recounted some story from his own time at Top Gun. By the winces, he had to assume it was the cautionary tale about singing to women in bars. Phoenix and Bob had retreated into the corner, talking quietly while he could just make out Coyote talking to Yale and Harvard on the back porch. Rooster did a quick sweep of the room, looking for Hangman, but came up empty.

Weird. Hangman never passed up an opportunity to hang out and drink.

With that in mind, Rooster moved to the kitchen. But just as he went to crack open a can of beer he’d found, the rustling of plastic bags got his attention.

“Rooster.” The newcomer greeted him.

Rooster felt his lips twitch and he fought to keep them from breaking into a smile.

“Hangman.”

He turned to see the man in question setting several grocery bags on the counter.

“‘Nix sent me to the store because she forgot a few things,” Hangman said, answering Rooster’s bemused expression.

“She’s got you running errands now?” Rooster laughed, lifting his beer to take a sip.

Hangman scowled and in one swift motion, plucked the can from the other’s hand and took a long drink.

“Not a word Rooster. Not a word,” Hangman hissed, backing slowly out of the kitchen, the beer still clutched in his hand.

Rooster chuckled and grabbed another can before following the other man out to the backyard.

Here’s the thing. Rooster had a bit of a thing for Hangman but he would never admit it out loud. He always had, even before being called back to Top Gun. Yes, they argued a lot and yes, there was that little rivals routine, but following the Uranium Mission, things between them had calmed down considerably. They had settled into a truce of sorts and Rooster caught Hangman acting friendly towards him more and more often.

Hangman had planted himself on the back porch stairs. Rooster nodded to Coyote and the others as they passed him, heading back inside, and leaving him alone with the other pilot. Rooster leaned against the railing, gazing off towards the setting sun.

The sky lit up a deep orange color and the few clouds that drifted across it blazed in the dying light. The dark silhouettes of palm trees swayed back and forth and somewhere in the distance, seagulls screeched.

“You want something Bradshaw?” Hangman asked after a few moments of silence.

Bradshaw. Not Rooster. Just Bradshaw.

Rooster had noticed Hangman using his given name more than his callsign recently and he would be lying if it didn’t send a thrill through his body just to hear it.

When Rooster didn’t answer him right away, Hangman turned to look at him. His eyes narrowed, looking up at the other man, but he didn’t say anything else. Instead, he patted the space next to him.

Taking the invitation, Rooster settled onto the stair next to the other man. His skin tingled. He still wasn’t used to being so close to Hangman without shouting or being seconds away from a fight.

It felt…nice.

To distract himself from those thoughts, Rooster took a sip of beer. He welcomed the sting of alcohol.

A burst of laughter behind them made him jump. He turned to look. In the fast-dimming light, a yellow glow spilled from the window and out onto the porch. Everyone inside was lit with soft light as they talked and relaxed for what seemed like the first time in forever. A small smile tugged at Rooster’s lips just to see his newfound family enjoying themselves.

He turned back to watch the sunset but paused. Hangman had his knees tucked up under his chin and was gazing off into the distance. The light of the dying sun warmed the pilot’s face, softening the normally sharp angles of his face. Even his hair, which was normally so carefully maintained, had been tousled.

Rooster felt his breath stick in his throat. Hangman was attractive. You’d have to be blind to say otherwise. But this was a whole new level that Rooster had never seen before. It was overwhelming.

That was why, when Hangan turned to look at him, having felt Rooster staring, he couldn’t look away.

The infuriating, signature smirk crawled onto Hangman’s lips as he drawled. “Whatcha looking at Bradshaw?”

The normally elusive Texan drawl surfaced as he spoke and it was all Rooster could do to keep from groaning.

Hangman continued, his voice lowering, teasing. “What’re you gonna do? Kiss me?”

Rooster blinked, startled. Was he that obvious?

The smirk grew and something shut off in Rooster’s brain. Later, he would wonder what possessed him at that moment. Maybe it was the challenge in Hangman’s voice, the curiosity of what his lips would feel like against his own, or maybe, just maybe, Rooster wanted the opportunity to shut the other man up and leave him speechless.

Whatever it was, it had Rooster leaning towards Hangman. The smirk slipped, only to be replaced by something else. Something guarded yet soft.

Rooster hesitated, inches away from Hangman’s face. His eyes flicked down to the pilot’s lips. He wanted so desperately to taste them, to finally see what they felt like. But he didn’t want to force Hangman into anything.

But instead of drawing back, Hangman lifted his hand towards Rooster’s cheek. Normally steady, it trembled now. As his fingers brushed lightly against his scars, Rooster unconsciously leaned into the touch.

Then, in the blink of an eye, Hangman closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to Rooster’s. It wasn’t gentle or shy. It was bold and tinged with hunger.

A can was knocked over but Rooster barely heard it as he wound his hands into Hangman’s hair and pulled him in closer. The soft locks slipped through his fingers and he tugged, earning a quiet moan from Hangman. Rooster smiled, filing that away for later.

Hangman’s hand trailed down Rooster’s face to rest against his neck. His thumb lightly brushed Rooster’s jawline, making him shiver. The calluses on Hangman’s fingers, born out of the years flying, rubbed against his soft skin.

After what could have been minutes, or mere seconds, Hangman pulled away to catch his breath. A sigh escaped Rooster’s throat at his sudden absence.

“Fuckin finally!” A voice startled them.

Rooster whipped his head around to see Phoenix grinning in the window. She held her beer up in a smug salute. Behind her stood Bob, holding a thumbs up and wearing an equally shit-eating grin. Then, the two of them disappeared, leaving Rooster and Hangman alone again.

Hangman groaned. “She’s never going to let us hear the end of it, is she?”

Rooster noticed Hangman hadn’t drawn his hand away, still brushing his thumbs over Rooster’s jaw. They left a trail of flames in their wake.

“Never.”

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sereshawl · 1 year

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Phoenix: So, are you a top or a bottom?

Hangman: I’m a threat.

Rooster: He’s a bottom.

#hangster #sereshaw #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #hangman #jake seresin #bradley x jake #rooster x hangman #top gun maverick #rooster #bradley bradshaw #jake x bradley #incorrect quotes #natasha phoenix trace

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lesbiradshaw · 7 months

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Jake & Bradley as songs from Midnights 🤍

#i need to redo my thiam set to this #bradley is so youre on your own kid coded but i had a limited amount of slots </3 #hangster #sereshaw #jake x bradley #jake seresin x bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x jake seresin #rooster x hangman #hangman x rooster #top gun maverick #tgm

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js4440 · 8 months

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Rooster, when Hangster is at IT: First cum, first served.

Hangman: EXCUSE ME WHAT???

#hangster #sereshaw #hangroo #rooshang #bradresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley x jake #jake x bradley #jake hangman seresin #incorrect top gun maverick quotes #incorrect husbands #top gun incorrect quotes #incorrect top gun quotes #incorrect quotes

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foreveraweirdoneslife · 16 days

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Masterlist - Top Gun Fics

~ unless stated otherwise, Ice lives in all my fics ~

~ So far, all my fics are consistent with each other but you can totally read each of them individually (just letting you know that they are all connected in my head) ~

(* contains smut as part of the story)

(** smut fic)

[icemav]

I Think We're Alone Now (formerly: You Can Be My Wingman Anytime)* (ao3)

(WIP, 14/?, switching POV between Mav and Ice, set between summer ‘86 and summer ‘87, word count: 24.4k+)

After their grand declaration of mutual wingmanship, Ice and Mav are constantly drawn to each other and it's really only a matter of time until they become more than friends. It's a venturous enterprise - being a gay couple in the Navy. They are determined to make it work but life is putting more than enough obstacles in their way. Or Icemav’s first year as a couple.

Like No Time Has Passed At All** (ao3, tumblr)

(complete, one-shot, Mav’s POV, set immediately after TG:M, side pairing: hangster, word count: 3.7k)

Old married icemav are having some fun in the bedroom while Bradley is in the house, too.

[hangster]

Weekend Trip* (ao3)

(complete, 5/5, Bradley's POV, set 5 months after TG:M ('22), side pairing: icemav, word count: 12.8k)

Jake's first weekend with Bradley in the Mitchell-Kazansky house. It's chaos and banter and maybe also a bit embarrassing but they nevertheless can't leave their hands off each other.

[Last updated: 04/25/2024]

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daughterofthereaper02 · 2 years

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So I recently rewatched Top Gun Maverick and I thought what if reader was with Hangman and Rooster (like a soulmate au so they can be legally married) and Maverick comes over for dinner or something after Rooster forgives him but he didn’t know Hangman and Rooster were also married to each other since he’s only seen how they act together at work. Maverick is then introduced to Roosters husband and wife - all very funny and fluffy.

Then maybe after the mission everyone is gathered together on the beach as a celebration, bringing their soulmates and someone asks Hangman if he’s met his soulmate. Hangman as cocky as ever is like ‘yeah our husband’s bringing her’ or something like that and then Rooster and reader show up, everyone would either be really shocked or knew something was going on between the two.

A/n: I'm so not sorry for the little freak out I had over this. It is SO CUTE and I literally fell in love.

You were joking with Jake as you put the finishing touches on dinner with him. You giggled as Jake peppered your neck in kisses, "Cut it out! Maverick will be here any minute!" You chuckled.

Bradley came in and kissed you both gently, "I'll watch this, you both go get ready" he smiled. You and Jake shared a look and Bradley pouted, "You almost burnt down the kitchen one time and suddenly you're untrustworthy!" He huffed. You just patted his cheek, "At least you're self aware!" You joked. Bradley grabbed a dish towel and playfully swatted your butt, "Get out of here and go clean up. You're covered in food!" He chuckled, shooting you and Jake out of the kitchen.

You and Jake cleaned yourselves up and you smiled as Jake helped you pick out an outfit. “Maverick is very laid back sweetheart, the most he’ll show up in is a button up and jeans,” Jake told you. “Here, this will make you comfortable but look nice,” he told you as he gave you and outfit. Your heart beat calmed and you didn’t realize how stressed you were about making everything perfect for Bradley’s honorary Uncle.

“Thank you Jake!” Bradley suddenly called up the stairs, making you blush. You were so stressed they both could feel it through the soulmate bond. That only happened when the emotions were very strong. “Sorry,” you murmured, rubbing at Jake’s name on your wrist, Bradley’s was on your hip. Jake just kissed you and you both heard the door open.

Downstairs, Bradley was looking down at Maverick who stood in jeans and a nice white button up. He held up a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine for dinner, “You didn’t give me much to go on, Bradley” he smiled. Bradley just shook his head with a smile, “They’ll appreciate it, Mav. Just you being here is going to make them both happy.” He told him as he let Maverick into his home.

Maverick was looking around for photos but saw none, “We just finished decorating here, photos won’t go up until next week. Good try,” Bradley said, a big grin on his face as he watched Maverick pout. “You two almost ready? Leave me with the food much longer and it will burn!” Bradley called up the stairs.

You walked down the stairs, Jake was still upstairs. “I’m coming, Bradshaw. Don’t worry,” you said, kissing his cheek when he met you by the stairs. “Our other is fixing his hair,” you grinned, rolling your eyes and Bradley did the same. You turned to Maverick and gave him an award winning smile, “Captain Mitchell, pleasure to meet you sir” you told him respectfully, holding out your hand. He shook your hand, “Maverick or Pete, please” he smiled, “Call me Y/n,” you said back.

“I will be back, I just need to turn the food off, our husband will be down shortly!” You told Pete. You and Bradley were purposely leaving out who Jake was, wanting Maverick to be shocked.

Jake came down the stairs just as you said that, “There he is!” You laughed, seeing Maverick look at Jake with wide eyes. “Hangman? Wait wait, Bradley, you married Hangman?” he asked. Bradley grinned, “Well he and y/n are my soulmates. Make sense to make them my husband and wife, right?” he asked, chuckling. Maverick chuckled, “Okay. I can see that. That actually makes a lot of sense,” he said, thinking back to how he and Ice were all the time.

You smiled as you watched both Jake and Bradley relaxed ever so slightly, you could tell they were nervous even without the bond telling you.

Dinner went amazing, everyone was laughing the whole time. The three shared stories of being in the skies, you shared stories from when you were a SEAL and now as a teacher. Pete genuinely cared about Bradley and hung on to everything he wanted to share, he also took genuine interest in his soulmates.

When Bradley stepped away for a minute, Pete told you both how happy he was to see Bradley so happy. He truly loved to see the man he saw as a son, look as in love with you both as Carole and Nick were.

********TIME SKIP***********

It was a few days after the dinner that everyone was finally celebrating with their significant others on the beach from the mission.

Jake was already there because he and Phoenix went together for the supplies. Everything was almost in full swing and only Maverick and Rooster were the aviators that weren’t there yet.

“Hey Hangman!” Coyote said as he grabbed a beer, “You got a soulmate to bring?” he asked, not seeing any names on Jake. Yours was on his right hip and Bradley’s was on his left. Jake smirked, “Yeah, our husband had to pick her up from work. They’ll be here soon,” he said, making your favorite drink as Bradley’s Bronco pulled up. “There they are!” He said as Bradley helped you out and carry the supplies.

“I knew it!” Phoenix and Bob yelled as everyone else stared in shock. “Everyone there is my husband, I assume you would know him by now,” He grinned cockily, “And there is our beautiful wife, Mrs. Y/n Seresin-Bradshaw, former Navy SEAL, current high school History teacher<” he said, pulling you both in for a kiss when you both came over.

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