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tickle-bugs · 4 months

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Pre-Flight Checks

@allytheally: hi :) here's a prompt: you reblogged this thing a while ago about the seatbelts on aircraft (one on the shoulder, waist, and individual ones for the thighs) (https://www.tumblr.com/tickle-bugs/715247149506609152/hey-there-i-work-with-fighter-jets-super-hornets?source=share) and I think it'd be great if you wrote something incorporating this idea... like maybe lee!hangman and ler!rooster or lee!mav and ler!iceman and/or ler!slider? honestly any pairing would be cool

“Gooooood mornin’, Rooster.” The heavy impacts of boots on the stepladder send Bradley’s eye twitching. Hangman’s presence has a volume the way bright light slowly wears on the eyes.

“What do you want?”

“Me? I just came over to help with your pre-flight checks.” Hangman grins, cocksure. A sliver of sunshine lights up his eyes over the edge of his aviators.

“I’m clear, but thanks.” Bradley gives a little ‘shoo’ motion with his hands.

“Lemme give it a second opinion.” Hangman hoists himself up to get a better view of the cockpit. He makes a big show of scanning over the switches and buttons and humming in thought.

“Knock yourself out.” Bradley snorts and turns away. Hangman’s indecipherable muttering falls easily away under the buzz of his brain. He double and triple checks everything, noting the feel of each switch and knob under his practiced hands. Finding the rhythm of his plane is half the ritual.

Wiggling fingers fit suddenly into the curve of Bradley’s waist and he barks out a laugh, knees jerking against the straps holding him.

He blinks at Hangman. Hangman grins at him.

“Don’t--” Bradley dives to grab his hands, but the seatbelts, ever-dutiful, wrench him back into place.

“Oh, now that sounds like you’ve got somethin’ loose. No pilot should be making that noise.” Hangman tuts, but he doesn’t stop, just lets his stupid hands do their stupid crawl across his stupidly sensitive stomach. Bradley lets out a giggly shriek and tries to fold in half.

“Oh, Mav wasn’t kidding. This is my lucky day.”

“Youuuu--” Whatever half-baked insult Bradley was aiming for is smothered by his own laughter.

“Meeeee. Say, are you ticklish anywhere else? Gotta catalogue this for future use. Scream once for yes or twice for no.” Hangman tazes his sides and Bradley’s voice cracks around his laughter.

He’s going to die in this plane. He better die in this plane, otherwise he’s going to gut Hangman like a fish.

…No, he won’t.

Bradley manages to plant his hand square on Hangman’s face and start pushing, and the ultimatum between continuing the torment or falling onto concrete makes Hangman finally, blessedly let go.

“Seems like everything’s in order. Pleasant skies, Rooster.” Hangman pats his shoulder and hops down out of sight.

In his mind’s eye, he’s shaking Hangman by the shoulders until his brain falls out of his ears. In practice, he’s turning his burning face and shy half-smile back towards the controls with hopes of killing both.

…

“Mornin’, Bradshaw.” Hangman pops up like a gopher. Bradley jumps and nearly flips his lounge chair.

“Seresin.” He exhales tightly through his nose. He stays very still—maybe he can still salvage the last throes of the sun-warmed nap he was finding his way towards.

“You seem tense.” Hangman cocks his head in something that passes for concern. The rushing ocean suddenly sounds more like an omen.

“There’s no one else around for you to bother right now?” Bradley leans up on his elbows to search for the other Daggers. He can hear Fanboy laughing somewhere, he thinks, but Hangman’s giant head blotting out the sun is the only thing he can see.

“Nope!” Hangman makes a big show of cracking his knuckles and stretching his fingers. Bradley’s eyes widen.

“Don’t you dare.”

“You’ll have to be more specific. Don’t what?” The expression that Hangman generates overshoots innocence by a country mile.

“Tickle me, you asshole.” Bradley winds an arm around his torso and scrambles up in his lounge chair. The fluttery kick of anticipation slaps a smile straight across his face.

“I can’t believe you fell for that.”

“Fell for--”

Bradley pauses as it dawns on him. Watching it dawn on Hangman is worse--his entire face brightens with mischief.

Bradley starts stammering through a protest and giggling through another, but Hangman’s kneeling over him before any of it becomes coherent. He flails hard enough to send them both tumbling into the sand. Never in his life has he been more grateful to be alone, if only to keep the pitch of his laughter between him and the menace causing it.

He makes a note to keep his shirt on at the beach.

…

Maybe a week or so of this puts Bradley in a…strange headspace. Distracted.

Touch is nice, but there’s more of it lately, enough to make him notice and crave its absence in a way he hadn’t before. When Phoenix leans into his side or Fanboy claps his shoulder, he misses the warmth of their touch after. Even Hangman’s utter nonsense sets a gentle buzz into his chest. It’s dizzying.

He’s so lost in the ache of it that Mav catches on, and it kicks solidly into that tangle of ‘complicated shit’ between them that he keeps putting away for increasingly rainer days. He’d gotten so used to Mav tiptoeing around him as if he were fragile that the first gentle touch on the shoulder almost shatters him.

The Daggers meet for a barbecue at Mav’s and Bradley shows up early with a bottle of Ice’s favorite Pinot. Things may be complicated, but the mushy smiles on Ice and Mav’s faces are not. It’s nice, putting ‘complicated’ in motion towards being something else. Something lighter.

Later into the night, Bradley’s got his feet kicked up on the couch in the hangar and the radio crooning slowly in his ear.

He watches Mav and Ice dance--more of a sway, really, as they banter. Mav’s got a playful tilt to his smile, one that suggests he’s being as much a menace as he’s visibly in love. Bradley smiles and hums along, halfheartedly wondering what Mav might be pestering Ice with.

“This seat taken?” Not waiting for an answer, Hangman picks up his ankles and takes their spot. Bradley brings his heels down hard on his thigh. He gets a swat on the ankle for his trouble. Still, the weight of Hangman’s arm on his legs is comforting. Solid.

A room full of people to bother, yet Hangman finds him. Hm.

“Why’re you so obsessed with me lately?” Bradley nudges him with his ankle. Hangman’s eyebrows raise.

Well. He’d meant to say that with a bit more tact but it’s out there now, between them.

Hangman snorts softly and passes Bradley a beer. He pops the caps on both and pockets them. Probably donations for Coyote’s collection.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Bradshaw.” Hangman gives him an utterly complex and unreadable look before taking a swig of his beer. ‘Complex’ and ‘unreadable’ are not words that belong anywhere near him.

“You didn’t answer the question.” Bradley frowns.

“It’s a stupid question.”

“Seresin.” Bradley leans forward to smack his shoulder.

“Alright, fine.” Hangman exhales tightly. “You’ve been moping around like a dark fuckin’ cloud these past few weeks and we couldn’t figure out how to get you out of it. We ran out of ideas and eventually Mav realized he couldn’t hide from us anymore, so he coughed up a solution. Something he said we could try, and I quote, ‘at risk of your lives’. Never thought he’d suggest tickling, but--”

“You went to Mav?”

“Yeah, and Mav—“ Hangman imitates the way Bradley’s voice cracks— “told Phoenix to try it if all else failed, she told Bob, Bob told me, and now we’re here. And it worked.”

Bradley’s brain stalls out. He sits up, bracing his elbows on his knees. He drops his face into his hands.

“Oh my god. So everyone knows?” He peeks through his fingers. Hangman shrugs.

“Well, I don’t think Fanboy was paying much attention.” He scratches idly at his jaw.

“Mav said if all else failed. I didn’t—you guys didn’t try anything else.” Bradley fiddles with the label on the bottle.

Hangman raises his eyebrow in the precise shape of ‘oh really?’.

“Remember when Bob tried to buy you soup? Or when Payback made a fool of himself trying to sing Great Balls of Fire? Or when Fanboy tried to introduce you to Star Trek? Or—“

Oh.

For maybe the only time in his life, Hangman snaps his jaw shut. Bradley furrows his brow.

“Look…point is, you keep making that exact face you’ve got right now, and concerned parties asked me to investigate.” Hangman swirls his finger around Bradley’s face. He swats it away on habit, but fondness bubbles in the base of his throat.

“Concerned parties?” A smile sneaks under his mustache.

“Yeah, Phoenix and the rest of them were worried. Not me though.” Hangman takes a long, incriminating swig from his bottle.

“Not you?” Bradley tilts his head teasingly.

“Nope. I’m a neutral party. Like Sweden.”

“It’s Switzerland, dumbass.” Bradley knocks shoulders with him. Something about Hangman’s smile tells him he already knew that.

“Sure. Whatever.” Hangman throws his arm across the back of the couch. His fingers brush Bradley’s arm. The fondness settles into a resonant hum deep in Bradley’s chest.

“You’ve got your shit with Mav and your past. I get it. But some of us would like to see you smile more than twice a week.” Hangman gestures with his bottle. His movements are loose in the practiced Seresin way, but the care on his face is stunningly plain.

“Some of us?” Bradley grins. Hangman narrows his eyes.

“Concerned parties.” His cheeks grow rosy even as he scowls.

“You are obsessed with me and I’m telling Phoenix.” Bradley pats his shoulder and makes a break for it. A fist grabs a handful of his collar.

“Like hell you are!”

The (thankfully empty) bottles clatter to the floor as Hangman wrestles an already-laughing Bradley back down to the couch. He tries not to think too hard about hearing Mav cheer in the background.

…

Bradley does not start fights. He does not. He finishes them.

He slips past Phoenix and Bob, nodding in passing, and ducks up to Hangman’s Super Hornet. He can feel their eyes on him--especially Bob, he’s got a killer stare for someone so quiet--but he ignores it.

It’s not a fight, not really, but if he thinks about what he’s doing too hard he’s going to lock himself in a supply closet somewhere.

Bradley hops up the steps alongside the cockpit.

“Rooster! To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing your ugly mug?” Hangman grins and bats his eyelashes.

“I heard you were challenging Mav. Wanted to get a good look at you before you spend the rest of the evening with your face to the tarmac.” Rooster holds up his fingers like a picture frame.

“Try not to miss me too much.” Hangman winks, insufferable as always.

“Miss you? Every second you’re not buzzing around down here is a second of peace.” Bradley reaches up and knocks on his helmet.

“Would you kindly get the fuck off my plane?” Hangman swats lazily at him. Bradley bats his hands away.

“Before you go, just thought I’d see how your pre-flight checks are going?”

Hangman goes rigid. Bradley grins evilly at him.

“Bradshaw, don’t you fuckin’—“

Bradley fumbles with Hangman’s hands and flight equipment until he can jam his fingers right into the soft parts of his side. Hangman yelps and nearly jumps out of his skin. The seatbelts ensure there’s nowhere for him to go, and the clacking of the buckles only spurs Bradley on.

“I thought you’d put up more of a fight than this, Hangman.” Bradley tuts and shakes his head, worming his fingers up under straps to get at his ribs. Hangman well and truly shrieks.

“I am g-going to kill you!” Hangman shakes with the force of his laughter, folded awkwardly into his seatbelts. He shoves uselessly at Bradley’s chest.

“And I’m never gonna let this go. Think I could get you to do that again, or are you a one hit wonder?” Bradley squeezes quickly at Hangman’s thigh. His hands slap down hard on top of Bradley’s and he starts cackling his way to incoherency.

Bradley raises his eyebrow and times the squeezes to every escape attempt. It’s incredibly entertaining to listen to Hangman reinvent the squeal. He wonders if the other Daggers know about this yet.

The sound of a throat clearing nearly sends Bradley toppling backwards off the plane. Strong hands heave him upright and he turns--Maverick’s eyes crinkle around the edges of his sunglasses.

“Appreciate you getting a head start on destroying him, Rooster, but I believe that’s my job.” Mav pats him on the shoulder. Bradley goes to duck away, but Hangman makes a swipe for his sides, and he can’t let that stand. He leans back into the cockpit and tickles Hangman’s ribs until he’s screeching between hiccups and an interesting shade of red.

“Aren’t you ssssupposed to help me?” Hangman crumples in around Bradley’s hands, wriggling like a worm on a hook.

“Help you? No. Teach you? Sure. Wheels up in two minutes. Hopefully you’ll learn a thing or two about getting your ass handed to you.” Mav pulls Bradley back by the shoulder. He lets it happen. Hangman thunks his head back against his seat, chest heaving.

“Bold words, Pops. We’ll see who comes out on top.” He clicks his tongue and winks. Insufferable bastard.

“See you in the skies, Hangman.” Mav pokes Hangman’s stomach.

…

The lounge at Top Gun hums with quiet chatter through the evening as the Daggers share drinks. Bradley’s tucked against the wall with Phoenix and Bob under his arms. He’s half watching Fanboy and Payback fumble through a game of pool, half listening to a story Phoenix is telling, and fully content to lose himself in the sound of her voice.

The door slams open, welcoming a sweaty and disgruntled Hangman to the room. Scattered laughter and teasing applause kicks up among the other Daggers. He gives the entire room the finger.

“Yeah, laugh it up. I was off my game.” He pushes his hair out of his eyes. Coyote offers him a pity beer. He takes it.

“I wonder why.” Bradley chuckles. Phoenix swats his chest. Hangman locks eyes with him, absolutely feral. Bradley goes to make a run for it, but Phoenix hooks her arms under his. He could break her grip if he really tried, but…

When Hangman barrels towards him and tackles him over the back of the couch, Bradley can’t say he doesn’t deserve it.

#ok this was supposed to be mostly lee!hangman but i started thinking about bradley and blacked out #hope you still like it tho!! hangman still gets got as he should #idc if you tag this as ship btw #background icemav bc they are married #special thanks to chock who reminded me that writing is fun and i like to do it <3 #my fics #top gun maverick #ticklish!rooster #ticklish!hangman #bradley 'rooster' bradshaw #jake 'hangman' seresin #not tagging the other daggers they're barely here <3 #idk how I feel about this fic still but it was fun to write

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blood-mocha-latte · 2 years

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Maverick, trying to give Rooster advice: Marry someone who looks sexy while disappointed

Iceman:

Maverick: See?

#and so of course he marries hangman ;)#hangster #sereshaw #rooster x hangman #icemav #bradley rooster bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #top gun: maverick #top gun

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compacflt · 8 months

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Okay maybe I totally missed it in the story, but I’ve gotta ask: how did Jake find out about Ice and Mav?? I know there was a line about “figuring out who Bradley’s dads were” in Debriefing, and it seems like Jake definitely knows by the carrier for the mission, given how he reacts when Bradley says he’s gay and that they “hate him for not being able to hide it like them”, but when was the discussion about exactly what Ice and Mav are to each other? At what point did Bradley tell him, and how long did Jake spend staring at a wall and saying “huh” in a dazed sort of way???

i admit i made it confusing on purpose and i admit there isn’t much of jakes reaction but yes

it’s the third “he was my dad.” specifically about ice. whereas the other two are about goose & mav. because, you know, there are three of them. dads, that is. ice just happens to be the third

Jake canonically doesn’t know what’s up with the holy dad trinity because he doesn’t even react to seeing goose btwn ice (fucking cdr of the pacflt) and mav (his fucking CO) in that old top gun photo —only cares about goose. clueless-ass mf. and the homosexual little “what is with these two!” during the first practice dogfight.

but i bet there were clues. a lot of little things that eventually came together.

a.) scrolling through the navy times on his laptop in bed cause he’s bored one night, tilting it over so bradley can see the screen and read the headline, ‘RADM tom Kazansky named pacific fleet commander,’ just randomly asking “whaddaya make of this guy?” and next to him bradley freezes and almost refuses to speak and then snipishly says, “he’s gay.” / “what?” what a wild thing to say! / “i just know it. he’s gay. look at him. hiding it like that.” / “what a weird fucking thing to say about a guy you’ve never met, bradshaw!” / and bradley going all silent and sullen the way he does sometimes and saying “well i don’t think anything of him. whatever.” / and then both of them put it from their minds and never talk about it again.

B.) all the quiet little dad-related breakdowns over the years. Father’s Day is never happy when bradley’s around. jake made the mistake of asking him why, once. he said something to the effect of “well with three of them you’d think id be statistically likely to get a dad who wasn’t unbelievably fucked-up or dead but nope! it’s three times as bad as usual!” and refused to elaborate. bradley is often annoying this way.

c.) the fact that capt mitchell, maverick, who looks like a gracefully-aging movie star, is by all accounts nice and charming and mostly-ish respected, and yet apparently chronically single, a confirmed bachelor for as long as most officers can remember. hondo knows something, clearly, but he’s being very cagey about it, apparently out of loyalty to maverick. even on day ONE of the special training detachment at Top Gun, there are rumors. Some more mean-spirited than others (looking at you, harvard) which Jake tries to shut down, because he remembers being on the receiving end of mean-spirited rumors like that, and rumors about a guy like maverick probably aren’t true. ‘I’ve heard about him. Whispers. Watch him the next time we hit the Hard Deck. He’ll flirt with Penny the bartender, and she’ll flirt back, but he sure as hell won’t take her home. You know what I mean.’ Yeah right. dangerous to make comments about a man like maverick. jake keeps his mouth shut.

d.) but then there’s the way bradley acts around him. They’ve met before and they know each other and there is not only bad blood between them, it’s blood that’s been simmering for a while and just now boiling over. Three dads. the maverick-related rumors. hmm…

e.) that picture of goose and mav and ice. OKAY. Now we’re getting somewhere. Bradley’s dad… LTJG nick bradshaw… FLEW with maverick. Looks up the obituary online and reads the news reports he can find in the archives. Maverick was behind the stick when goose ate it. Okay. Two out of three dads found and accounted for. (Because they’re broken up, and because jakes still heartbroken, this fact will be used as ammunition. “Or that maverick was flying when his—“ “YOU SON OF A BITCH!” et cetera et cetera.)

f.) on the flight deck shaking hands with the commanding officer of every commanding officer jake has ever dad—admiral tom kazansky, come to wish the aviators good luck, and to sanction their attack. this is, like, a big deal. like a really big deal. like, makes you wanna stop and ask him for a selfie to post on your LinkedIn to advance your career kind of big deal. but out of the corner of his eye… jake’s noticing Bradley on the verge of a dad-related breakdown. bradley doesn’t seem to care how much of a big deal it is to have the privilege to shake the hand of the commander of the pacific fleet. isn’t even looking. something big and hateful between them. something like bad blood. oh oh oh. wait. It’s coming together.

g.) poking fun at him. psyching him out. what’s a little pre-suicide-mission hazing between exes? what is with you, bradshaw? you’re, like, freaking out over here..! —and Bradley, looking for someone—anyone!—to trust, tugging him into his cabin on the aircraft carrier and bursting into tears and crashing down onto the linoleum into jake’s arms and saying “he was my dad…!”

h.) bingo.

#time to go be a conscientious boyfriend!#reactions can wait till later!#and oh boy there will be some reactions. YOU NEVER FUCKING TOLD ME YOUR DAD WAS THE COMMANDER OF TJE PACIFIC FLEET #YOU NEVER FUCKING TOLD ME YOUR DAD WAS A TOP GUN INSTRUCTOR???????#OH MY GOD the CDR OF THE PACFLT IS GAY WHAT????#there are a loooot of fights and arguments and makeup sex post mission before they get good again #& then jakes like yeah ill marry this guy i guess #a good strategy to marry into a wildly successful family #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #hangster #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #top gun maverick #asks #once again an apology that my fics are 99% icecentric #i just think he’s neat #moving into my dorm tmr so might be MIA for a minute

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jamesbondwho · 2 years

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Momma bear mav, papa bear ice and their little baby dagger ducklings

#mavdad #married icemav #iceman #tom iceman kazansky #pete mitchell #top gun #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #javy coyote machado #robert bob floyd #natasha phoenix trace #dagger squad

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nykie-love-anime · 1 year

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In Sickness and In Health

there is no description of reader so it can be read as a gender neutral fic

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” Your caring husband said picking you up from the cold bathtub side you have been laying on for the last hour not having the strength to get up. The coldness helping with your pounding headache.

“But before you fall asleep, please drink the tea I made.” He chuckled softly as you groaned into his neck wrapping you legs tighter around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom.

“My mother and sister always made it to me when I were sick and it made me feel ten times better the following day. Like so good I could do for instance 50 push ups and 20 burpees.” Jake continued his persuasion.

“Furthermore, it Elderberry… your favourite.” He let out a sigh of relieve when you complied, taking the cup drinking the warm tea.

“Do you also think you can eat a bit of the soup?” you loving husband asks, you turning to look at the love of your life.

“No.” you whined out prolonging the ‘o’. Hangman shook his head with a small smile at the adorable look on your face. He loved you being sick because it means your are extra clingy and you seek warmth and being the furnace that he is, it helps a lot.

“Come on Y/N I made it just for you.” “No, I just wanna cuddle. You are so warm.” You whispered, your head falling on his shoulder next to you.

“Okay baby but later on you have to eat something otherwise you are not going to feel any better.” He muttered into your head kissing your forehead as he finished talking.

“If I get sick it’s going to be all your fault Hun. I am going to make you do everything for me including wiping my nose. You are going to get sick of me.” He whispered in your ear pulling you further down on the bed to get more comfortable and to lay your head on his chest to get a good night's rest.

“I will never get sick of you Jakey.” You whispered so quietly he nearly missed what you said but smiling, nonetheless.

“I love you, Lieutenant Seresin.” You spoke into his chest letting out a sigh as you are finally comfortable.

“I love you too love bug.” He whispered as he saw your eyes flutter shut. His cheeks reddening even after 4 years of marriage he could not get enough of hearing your love for him.

“This is all your fault.” Jake sniffled into his pillow. A shiver rolling down his spine, cuddling further into the duvets on the bed with tissues littered all around him.

“I’m sorry Hun but I did warn you not to kiss me when you get home.” You snickered out causing the sick man to whine out to you.

“You know I can’t go on without your kisses.” He replied after his coughing fit. “Please cuddle me baby I just want your warmth.” He all but whined out trying to pull you down.

You make a face as if you are going to decline your husband’s offer but instead cuddled into his side smiling as he let out a content sigh.

“Please pass me a tissue Y/N.” you handed him a tissue but that was not good enough. “Nonoo, you have a hold it for me so that I can blow my nose.” He said smiling innocently.

“You can be so lucky I love you because I would not do this for any other grown ass adult.” You mumbled and he let out a soft giggle causing your heart to flutter. He still had the same control of your heartstrings as when you just started going out.

A few minutes pass over in silence and you sighed. “Hun, I can’t cuddle for too long I have to go grocery shopping for extra tissues and for your favourite tea.” You whispered into his shoulder knowing they are going to close in like an hour.

“After.” He said causing you to smile at his childish manner of answering. But still smiling at your big baby of a husband.

“Ok baby after you are asleep. I love you so much.” “Love you.” He trailed off almost asleep. “Thanks for taking care of me, I am extremely lucky to have you.” He muttered.

Before you could even answer the man, he was out like a light. “I’ll always take care of you, in sickness and in health remember.” You whispered to yourself.

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aniilaff · 1 year

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why glen powell is so boyfriend material….

i can’t live my life normally knowing he’s living somewhere looking LIKE THAT.

#glen powell #boyfriend material #boyfriend #i can’t live like this #i wanna marry him #glen powell x reader #top gun maverick #top gun maverick hangman #jake hangman seresin #husband material

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hearteyesformusic · 16 hours

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Kiss, Marry, Kill: what are you picking?

#top gun maverick #payback #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun hangman #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #reuben payback fitch #reuben fitch #top gun #kiss marry kill #marry all of them

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scottishaccentsareawesome · 1 year

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Hangman: *shoots down an enemy plane, saving Maverick and Rooster's lives*

Maverick(to Rooster):...I'll go ring-shopping with you, if you need help.

#Mav says Marry That Boy #hangaroo #hangster #maverick & rooster #jake seresin #bradley bradshaw #pete mitchell #hangman seresin #rooster bradshaw #maverick mitchell

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indybob · 7 days

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Married hangster energy

#love that each message could be either one of them #though the blue message is giving me jake vibes tbh #married hangster #hangster #sereshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #top gun maverick #incorrect top gun maverick quotes

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chaosinstigator · 9 months

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it’s been a year since last I saw it and my immediate reaction is still oh my god get a fucking room already

#hangster #bradley bradshaw x jake seresin #rooster x hangman #top gun maverick #tgm #the bar scene oh god I forgot on intense the tension was #anyways my sister has been asking to see it again for a while so here I am #back into hangster brain rot #joey rambles #edit: ITS SO CODED OH MY FUCNING #the fights the insults the give them hell #the reaction shot when rooster gets shot down #THE SAVIOR MOMENT #THE FUCKING HANDSHAKE (that should’ve been a hug)#ffs these guys are Married now I AM TELLING YOU they’re husbands I don’t make the rules

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redfurrycat · 10 months

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[At IceMav's]

Bob, Jake, Javy, Mickey and Reuben telling Mav about their favourite medical TV-show while Bradley and Nat handle the dessert.

Reuben: I got hooked up with Grey's Anatomy since the beginning. Can't get enough of the staff sleeping with each other.

Mickey: No way, man! The Good Doctor is the best show. I love Dr. Murphy! He's the best!!!

Javy: Not bad, dude, but I freaking love House M.D. There's no better one-liners than House's.

[Javy and Mickey high-fiving.]

Bob: I used to watch every Dr Quinn Medicine Woman rerun with my mum.

Mav: Good one, Bob. It's Ice's favourite too! You should come here on Wednesday, he loves to watch his favourite episodes.

Reuben: What about you, Jake?

[Javy snorts because HE KNOWS.]

Jake, dreamily distracted: ER. For one character only... Greene.

Mav, spitting out his beer through his nose: ARE YOU KIDDIN' ME?!

Jake: Nope. There's no sexiest doctor than good ol' Dr. Mark Greene.

The other men but Javy: What? What's going on? Show us Mav!

[On Mav's phone:]

Mickey: DUUUUUUDE. YOU'RE SO PREDICTABLE SOMETIMES.

[They all tease Jake who's as cool as a cucumber. He's not ashamed! The guy IS good-looking and reminds him a little of...]

Bradley: Why you guys laughing? What did we miss?

Jake: Bradshaw! As I live and breathe. Did you bring me back my cheesecake?

#dagger bonding time with mavdad #mickey fanboy garcia #robert bob floyd #javy coyote machado #reuben payback fitch #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #implied married icemav #implied hangster #mutual pining of idiots in love #phoenix is busy carrying a big ass cake...cause rooster was too eager to bring hangman his cheesecake asap #WHIPPED - she whisper-shouts at her best friend #halo harvard omaha fritz and yale ALSO have their bonding time with Icepops....AT THE AQUARIUM!!! :D #mavdad and icepops & their dagger ducklings #let's pretend ER predates goose's death... cause I want carole and mav teasing goose about his EXTREME LIKENESS TO THE ER CHARACTER #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

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hanni-simp · 1 year

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Fellas is it gay to tell your rival he looks good while staring at him like a starved man at a buffet?

#top gun #top gun: maverick #hangster #jake hangman seresin #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x jake seresin #sereshaw #Theyre so in love #married practically

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merry-andrews · 10 months

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The Great Gatsby AU;

After Jake married to son of a rich (old money) family, he and his husband live in a lovely villa nearby the sea and things are alright, they even have a little girl too until there's rumours about 'Rooster', a mysterious wealthy man and his fancy parties, it's like big carnivals and he hosts almost every people. He lives in a lovely mansion on the other side of the seashore right in front of Jake's house. One day they receive a formal invitation from Rooster (though Jake's husband doesn't like to go) so it's how Jake meets Bradley again💗 it's the beginning of their secret meetings and Bradley keeps asking Jake to leave 'that man' and live with Bradley. Bradley stops all those parties even fires his housekeepers and servants only because of Jake who wants to keep it secret between them..

It goes on and on for few weeks until Bradley buys Jake a lovely ring decorated by a green-blue gem💚 and purposes to him 'stay with me forever Jake, I love you'. Jake panics, says he needs time and leaves Bradley that night..

Two days passes when Jake gets a phone call, having bad news of Mr. Bradshaw badly injured in car accident and he may won't make it. Jake has a fight with his husband (he found out about him and Bradley) but he doesn't go to see Bradley at hospital..

#angst warning! but you can imagine the ending however you want to :>#hangster #sereshaw #I mean in my opinion he'll die at the end..#and Jake never went to see him in hospital #but in another world he leaves his husband. takes his daughter with him and goes to live with Bradley #'Bradley.. rich people won't marry poor soldiers..'#yeah Brad was in war just like Great Gatsby book #everything is the same just like the book #it was in my draft for a month and was chewing on me so yeah.. i finally posted it 'shrugs'#jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #hangman x rooster #its my comfort ship im sorry for this sad au :(💔#i just needed to get it out of my mind jxgsfs tho ending is open! :) so something good happens at the end.

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daughterofthereaper02 · 2 years

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We... We Got Married?

Summary: You were just as reckless as him, but you were younger then him. You two fit together so perfectly though but you knew it could never be... That was until you woke up with a hangover in a hotel bed in Vegas, both of you wearing pretty matching gold bands

Pairing(s): Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x younger! female! Reader, Hangman x Rooster

Warnings: Mentions of sex, cursing, mentions of drinking

Callsign: Sparky

There were constantly stolen glances, you were Lt. L/n and he was Captain Mitchell, it never could be. He was much older then you but you couldn’t help but be attracted to him. Ever since the mission, it grew worse. He could see your short temper when random guys flirted with you and always wanted to step in but never had the chance, Rooster and Hangman were like you’re extremely over protective big brothers, Bob and Phoenix were like protective siblings but nothing near those two. Everyone decided to take a trip to Vegas, you knew something was going to go wrong but you took your captains advice of ‘Don’t think’, so that is how you ended up to now.

Your head was pounding, you knew you had one too many to drink last night but the others convinced you to let go for once. Suddenly, you realized how warm you felt and then the strong arm wrapped around you a little tighter. Then is when your blood ran cold, you opened your eyes and immediately slammed them shut again as your head pounded, the room was extremely bright. You felt whoever it was, pull you closer then before and you could feel the toned body. ‘God please don’t be Rooster or Hangman’ you thought to yourself. Prying your eyes open again, you brought a hand up to your face to rub your eyes. You suddenly felt sick and said out loud “Jesus Christ” as you spotted the gold band resting on your left ring finger. “What?” was mumbled behind you, your eyes widen “Fuck! Maverick! Wake up!” you said in a panic. His eyes shot open and you both stared at each other, you couldn’t help but take in his body still. “What?” he asked, clearly confused until he realized you were both naked. In his hotel room. In Vegas. With pounding headaches. That was when he noticed the rings, both of you wearing identical bands “Fuck” he said, color draining from his face. “We... We got married?” you phrased the statement as more of a question. He nodded and then the memories started to flow back in, causing you to fall back with a distressed moan.

****Flashback****

You held Pete’s hand as you stood at the alter, despite you both being very drunk, you could feel the love you felt for each other. “Do you Pete Mitchell take y/n l/n to be your lawfully wedded wife?” The officiant asked. Pete nodded, bringing a hand to gently stroke your cheek “I do” he murmured. “And do you y/n l/n take Pete Mitchell to be your lawfully wedded husband?” and you nodded, a big smile on your face “I do!” you said. “I pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Pete Mitchell, you may now kiss the bride!” the officiant said. You two had passionately kissed and you looked at Rooster, Hangman, and Phoenix drunkenly cheering for you.

****Flashback over****

****Next flashback****

This one was very brief but you remember Pete kissing you gently in bed, his dog tags dangling above you and you pulling them slightly to pull him closer.

****Flashback over****

“I don’t regret it” Pete broke through the silence finally. “I have been in love with you for a long time, Spark” He told you. You looked at him, meeting his eyes so he knew you were being serious “I don’t regret it either Mav” you smiled, you looked down at his lips then back into his eyes, not sure if you were able to kiss him. He leaned in and kissed you deeply, moving on top of you when you two heard banging on your door. “Y/N! GET UP!” Came Roosters voice from the other side. You shared a confused look with Maverick but got up, putting on Mavericks button up that laid on the floor. You heard him groan behind you and flushed, knowing you made him feel that way. Making sure you were covered, you opened the door and Rooster flashed his hand at you “I married Hangman last night!” he said in a panic. You were the only one to know he was in love with him, “Congrats?” you offered weakly, running a hand through your hair as you remembered witnessing the wedding. He caught your arm and stared at the wedding band “You.. You actually married Maverick? It wasn’t a dream?” he asked and you nodded, “Why don’t you get showered and dressed and we’ll talk on the way to the airport?” you said. He nodded and ran off, you turned back to Pete and saw him smirking, “You should wear my clothes more often” he said, making you blush.

Two hours later, all of you had talked and Phoenix and Bob found the situation hilarious. But you all went back home a little happier and different people then when you went there.

A/N: Let me know if you guys want a part two or to continue on this relationship sorta

Okay here is Part 2

#Top Gun: Maverick #Top Gun #maverick x y/n #maverick x reader #pete 'maverick' mitchell #maverick #pete mitchell x reader #pete 'maverick' mitchell x reader #hangster #jake 'hangman' seresin #bradley bradshaw #bradley 'rooster' bradshaw #rooster x hangman #We... We Got Married?

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