#*tg:m

[dannyuta]

"What do they call you?" "Bob." "No, your call sign." "Uh... Bob."

LEWIS PULLMAN as ROBERT "BOB" FLOYD in TOP GUN: MAVERICK (2022) | dir. Joseph Kosinski

[overwhelmed-alien]

Can you imagine Jake - prim, freshly shaved, fatigues pressed just so - getting off a plane after a six month deployment and seeing newly retired Bradley Bradshaw standing there waiting for him looking like this:

Could you imagine how Jake’s brain would completely short circuit to the point he accidentally fumbles his duffel and then trips over it, because his braincells are melting at the sight. How Bradley just smirks, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to Jake. Jake’s never seen him with any facial hair but the mustache. He’s a little more filled out now that he’s not training and dieting so rigorously. He knows exactly how he looks, and he knows it’ll make Jake - “lots of people have a thing for the Brawny paper towel guy, it’s not weird” - Seresin go completely feral.

“Well. Hello there handsome. Wanna join me in the restroom? Gotta be quick, though, my husband will be here soon.”

“You’re so dumb-“

“I know I said I’d never call you daddy but I think we might have to circle back with that”

“Stop-“

“Can’t. You fucking evolved and didn’t tell me, give me a minute for my brain to reboot. Holy shit, your biceps-“

“You’re impossible,” he smirks, shakes his head, “I missed you, gorgeous. Welcome home.”

“Yeah thanks now hug me with your massive arms Bradshaw”

“I’ll never let you go again, honey. Promise.”

[buckleysssss]

Jake's face when he hears "dagger two (aka bradley/rooster) is hit" is exactly the face those soldier's wives have in movies when they get a letter or a another soldier show up on their porch to tell them their husband was killed in action

[kcsplace]

So.....the military has a bunch of cake-cutting ceremonies, including when the incoming COMPACFLT takes over from the outgoing. Full uniform, both standing there, cutting a cake like it's a wedding Meaning, Iceman had a change of command cake-cutting ceremony when he became COMPACFLT and if you think Mav didn't tease the shit out of him and pout about how they've been together for decades and not cut a cake together and what does the Admiral have that he doesn't have and Ice getting annoyed and asking if Mav even wants to get married, and Mav's all, well 'not now, I'm not a homewrecker', then you're kidding yourself.

[butch-buckley]

“So, you told him you were gay.”

Jake nods.

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“There’s nothing wrong with being gay, Javy,” comes Nat’s voice from in front of the dartboard. Bob hands her another dart, and she tosses it at the wall.

“I never said there was!” says Javy defensively. 

They’re drinking at the Hard Deck, something of a send-off before their collective two-week leave. A leave that, unfortunately, falls directly on Jake’s high school reunion. Apparently, being a hero means everything begins to fall into unfortunate place.

Javy takes another sip of his beer. “What’s the wrong part, then?” asks Fanboy, sitting next to him. 

“He assumed I had a boyfriend,” Jake sighs.

“And you had to awkwardly correct him, and he thinks it’s going to be weird that you’re the only one there without a partner,” says Javy.

Jake purses his lips.

“You did correct him, didn’t you?” the other man asks, slowly looking up from his beer.

Jake is silent. 

“Seresin. Tell me you corrected him.”

Jake covers his face with his hands, his confident demeanour all but destroyed by that fateful conversation. “I didn’t know what else to say! He was talking so fast, and he was so excited, and I’m—”

“—painfully single and embarrassed by it,” finishes Fanboy.

“I wouldn’t say painful. Or single,” adds Javy. “Embarrassed, yes.”

Jake glares at the both of them. “I’m not embarrassed. I’m… waiting.”

“Yeah, waiting with your legs wide open,” calls Nat. Bob sputters next to her.

“Don’t slut-shame me, Trace,” Jake says, pointing a finger at her.

“Stating a fact isn’t slut-shaming. You’re not exactly closed for business,” Nat points out. 

Bob shrugs. “He’s right, Nat. It’s not very feminist to talk about how the guys Jake chooses to bring home. Or how many of them there are.”

“Wise choice, mansplaining feminism to the female pilot holding a dart,” says Nat, pointing the projectile at Bob’s chest. He raises his arms in surrender, and she flicks it at the target.

“What’s this about mansplaining? I thought that was Hangman’s department,” comes a voice from the doorway.

And there’s Rooster, sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, a shining grin plastered on his face. He’s next to Jake in an instant, taking the empty seat beside him. “Or is Bob usurping your role?”

“Can it, Bradshaw,” Jake says. “I’m no misogynist.”

“That was just the repressed homosexuality talking,” adds Nat.

Jake shrugs. “She’s not wrong.”

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

Here is an idea for you 🤗- Beach scene but instead of playing dogfighting they're playing the twister game without the mat... (or they "forgot" they were playing Mav's game and got "distracted" and decided to play another game meanwhile the rest of the Daggers are 👀/🙄)

I went with them getting distracted during dogfight football! Just drew a few of the others haha, thanks for the prompt :D

Closeup:

[fixedglare-ii]

og: @dillydallycorp

[bo0tleg]

Slider is SO done with their shit.

Colored version and original below the CUT!

I genuinely saw the image below and was like I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT WE'RE DOING TODAY FERB!

[bradshawed]

His & Hers

summary — one-sided rival pilots idiots to lovers

warnings — idiots, grief, fluff, soft gooey shit, more idiots, jake being helpful?, multiple references to carole & goose, slight reference to nightmares/lack of eating, brad brad wooing the crowd *swoons dramatically*, no use of y/n, gender neutral, questionable timeline, not proofread, therapy mentions, no clear ending, voldemort references

note — i was replying to the original post, clicked save to drafts and then it went poof for some silly reason so i’m starting it again. the original post was for one-sided rivals to lovers with bradley bradshaw where he was so incredibly smitten with you, falling in love whenever you got angry, “she’s so cute when she’s mad”. hope i did it justice and sorry for the long wait @charliedaltonsgfsblog!!!!! massive thank u to ml @bruisedboys for motivating me to finally finish this, i love u <3 tempted to give this a pt. 2 hehe lmk if anyone's interested!

word count — 961 words

masterlist & tgm minilist!

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"Give her my ring-"

"Ma-"

"She’s the one for you baby, keep it, you’ll know when it’s time."

That was one of Carole's last wishes among the others for their home, his reconciliation with Mav, and the promise that she'll be okay, finally with the love of her life, watching and protecting her baby bird every step of the way.

That was the first time you let your guard down. Bradley had been missing from classes all week, and you were getting worried. You were both notoriously known for being stuck at the him. Wherever you went, Bradley followed, with a cloud of sexual tension bickering surrounding you both. Rivals. Academic and in every other sense of the word, but the silence was getting to you, as well as the constant glares and questions from nosy students "concerned" for their star athlete.

Game day was the worst and your fuse blew. You marched over to the little cottage where the Bradshaw's resided, fists clenched and speech prepared, but the sight of your rival crying on the floor clutching a stuffed goose toy wasn’t what you’d expected.

"It'll pass", you told him. "Stay", he begged.

And you did, you never left his side for a single moment. By now, you'd seen it all, the hollow eyes, life drained from his soul, the concerning weight loss, and more. You supported Bradley through it all, developing a routine. You brought him notes from the classes he'd missed and you'd work on homework together, cooking one of Carole's famous recipes. You helped him sort through everything, holding your baby bird through the tears and the nightmares, gladly cursing up a storm about Maverick when he finally got the courage to apply to the academy. You did it all... together.

But then just like that, a switch flipped when he was back on his feet. Your walls came back up. Bradley remembers how quick you'd switch from a concerned friend to rivals. Funny how that works. It's still the worst form of whiplash he's ever experienced. But he understood, he always has, you wanted something familiar and you were scared that it could be something more, so he went along with it.

Four years later and Bradley was busy touching the heavens. You followed him, naturally. So it's safe to say you were chasing your sun this time, but he just didn't know it. That's where you met Jake Seresin, at flyboy academy.

Bradley watched as you fell head over cowboy boots for Jake. It only made sense since you were two sides of the same coin, but Jake knew, he always had. He was your best friend but it never became anything more, as much as he wished it was. Jake Seresin broke up with you, even if he says it was the other way around, not that you'll ever understand why. The blonde helped you get into therapy, knocking a whole load of sense into you. Sure, maybe it didn't cure your mean streak, but now you weren't so afraid all thanks to a fellow flyboy.

Years passed and you were both stuck to the hip, where possible. More often than not, you were flown around the world for some sort of disciplinary action and Bradley tried to keep in touch. You both managed as much as you could, but it was hard. Then you were both called back to Top Gun. Same time, same place... but not for the same reason.

You weren't good enough. Or at least that's what you heard when they told you that Bradley, Jake and the others were back for some special detachment of some sort and you were just here to teach (they figured it would help with your insubordination). Pissed would be an understatement.

So, while they were busy with their fancy flying shit that you weren't even considered for, you flew yourself in circles realising you needed to get your shit together because as good as you were, you couldn't spend your career flying like he-who-must-not-be-named simply because you weren't a man and didn't have a guardian angel (technically by extension you did but you refused his help). Maybe this post was good for you...

Weeks flew by and your baby bird had returned with a few new scars, and a plan to reunite with his evil godfather? "Promise me you won't call him he-who-must-not-be-named to his face tonight." You glanced up at your handsome aviator with a mischievous grin, replying with a noncommittal shrug before patting his chest and sauntering off towards the devil in Ray-Ban's talking to Penny. Fuck that was more solid than you expected it to be.

You'd both been talking for an hour or so, the long part over and now enjoying a beer, when some sailor boy almost collided into you slurring, "Heyyy pretty, why don't ya ditch the old man and come home with me, we could 'ave some funn?" The whole of the Hard Deck held it's breath, Mav ready to unleash hell when you replied, "How about you take your filthy hands off of me or I'll shove this beer up your ass. Better yet, take ten steps back out of this lovely establishment and piss off, this old man is better company than you and your friends over there could ever dream to be." You smirked as he scurried back towards his friends, Mav letting out a satisfied whistle, raising his beer to the sound of the bell.

You raised your beer in thanks to Penny, chuckling as your fellow daredevil pointed out the lovestruck expression on Bradley's face, "you've got him wrapped around your finger". You smiled, "he just doesn't know it yet".

"Oh he does."

*Cue Mav sharing a conspiratorial look with Jake*

[nimuetheseawitch]

He traced patterns over Bradley's skin in the soft morning light. He kissed a constellation of freckles on his shoulder and his fingers wandered in the direction they always did. Spooning Bradley like this, it was so easy, so natural for his fingers to glide along the tattoo on his ribs. It was a beautiful piece of art, and Jake let his fingers travel slowly over the graceful figures of two geese in flight. He'd done it so many times before that he didn't expect anything except for Bradley to grumble at him softly on waking and grab his hand to pull him over for a kiss, but today, Bradley's hand just rested on his, arresting it's movement. Jake's breath caught, and he waited, listening to the changes in Bradley's breathing.

After a quiet eternity, Bradley breathed in deeply and started speaking softly.

"My mother had a tattoo like this."

Jake didn't interrupt, but he stilled entirely, afraid that if he moved, Bradley would startle and stop talking. He'd never said much about his mother besides that she had died, and Jake could tell this was important.

"It was on her left shoulder, behind her heart. Every time we went to the beach, she would ask me to put sunscreen on her back and she would tell me about him, about Goose, my father. She told me how he'd loved to fly, how he'd loved to laugh, how he'd loved to sing, how he'd loved us so, so much. Sometimes she'd smile at the stories she told me, and sometimes she'd cry, and sometimes she'd hold me tight until I whined for her to let me go play. It was her first tattoo, and she said that she liked that even though she couldn't see it, she always knew it was there."

Bradley paused, and Jake linked their fingers together over his tattoo, trying to silently give him support.

"She started tattooing when I was 5 or 6, I think. Said she liked meeting all sorts of people and learning what kinds of things they wanted on their bodies permanently. By the time I was a teenager, her arms were full of color, full of the art her friends did for her. She said she liked carrying the people she loved with her everywhere where people could see it." Bradley huffed a small laugh that could've been mistaken for a sob. "She got so angry when I let one of my friends give me a shitty poke tattoo when I was 15. She put all my allowance for months towards the cost of ink to do a proper cover up for me. That's the swallow on my wrist. When she was diagnosed with cancer--"

Jake couldn't help the small noise he made at that, and Bradley just squeezed his hand before continuing.

"When she was diagnosed, she told me she wanted her last tattoo to be one for me, and I asked her for a goose of my own. She gave me two, one for her and one for Dad. She said she'd always wanted to fly with him. It wasn't until after the funeral that I realized she'd put them where my hand always went when I hugged myself."

[jamjjamm]

Top Gun: Maverick

[dannyuta]

TOP GUN: MAVERICK (2022) | dir. Joseph Kosinski

[overwhelmed-alien]

Jake, at the Hard Deck: oh my gosh Bradley is here. Ugh. He’s still so hot. I’m so mad at him. But he’s sooo hot. I bet he misses me. I bet he misses me WAY more than I miss him. Yeah. Ok what do I do? Play it cool Seresin, just play it cool. I am above all this. I am Beyoncé. He doesn’t affect me at all. Not his stupid sexy mustache. Not that ridiculous sexy shirt. Not those…long legs or pretty brown eyes. No. I’m over him. And those perfectly tousled curls. Yea I’m totally beyond over him. I’m just gonna go be Joe Cool and let him know I’ve moved on without him.

Also Jake: *immediately plays a song about sex on the juke box and bends over a table while making intense eye contact with Rooster*

Coyote:

[buckleysssss]

Tg/tg:m incorrect quotes while we wait for tg 3

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Bob: Hey Rooster, have you written your letter to Santa yet?

Rooster: Don't be silly Santa isn't re-

Hangman: Ready to accept letters yet.

Bob: that makes sense.

Bob: *leaves*

Rooster: What was that ?

Hangman: We haven't told him yet.

Rooster: He's our 30 year old coworker ???

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Hangman: I'm dating someone, but I'm not sure if I should tell you who it is...

Maverick: It's ok Jake, just rip it off like a bandaid though I doubt-

Hangman: It's Bradley.

Maverick, who just lost a bet to ice: Put the bandaid back on.

Hangman, who told Ice first: ....

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Goose: And do you Pete Mitchell take Tom Kazansky to be your lawfully wedded husband?

Maverick, smirking: I scooby-dooby doo

Iceman: I want a divorce.

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Random guy hitting on Natasha: Hey beautiful, can I have your phone number?

Phoenix, visibly texting: I don't have a phone.

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Coyote: There's no food at home.

Hangman: Not even bread ?

Bob: Even in prison there's bread.

Iceman: It's three in the morning, what the hell are you doing in our House?

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Rooster: What kind of tea is this?

Maverick: Oh I boiled some gatorade.

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Hangman: Hey ice, can I borrow twenty thousand dollars.

Iceman: For what?

Hangman: An escape room.

Iceman: What kind of escape room costs twenty thousand dollars ???

Hangman: Jail...

Rooster, Coyote and Bob, in the background : Hey ice.

[marielism]

augh went on my facebook and i found some old top gun fanart from 2022

[mapetitefeedeslilas]

Phoenix and Hangman as Friends-In-Law

AU where Phoenix is with Javy and Jake with Bradley. Phoenix still pretends she doesn't like Jake that much and only deals with him on accounts of being her best friend's husband and her husband's best friend. They are not friends, only friends-in-law.

Both Coyote and Rooster have retired from active duty and have civilian jobs for the Navy, more family friendly 9 to 5s so they can take care of their respective kids.

Phoenix is climbing the ladder Ice-fast, racking up promotions and being highly regarded by everyone.

Hangman is on a very Maverick-like path: he is an unbelievable pilot, but an absolute nuisance that talks back to just about every admiral and pulls insane stunts in the air.

Since they are friends-in-law, Phoenix becomes, in spite of herself, his guardian angel, trying her best to keep him in the cockpit and not have him stripped of his wings. She knows he is a talented pilot, but will never admit it to his face.

Every once in a while Bradley would get a phone call at a weird time of the day and he knows he is in for a forty minute screaming rant from his best friend about YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DAMN HUSBAND OF YOURS DID THIS TIME?!, to which he would patiently listen to whilst starting to bake Phoenix's favourite cake. A couple of hours later he will arrive at the Trace-Machado household where an amused and resigned Coyote is waiting for him and whatever delicious dish he has brought to make sure Phoenix doesn't make a widower out of him.