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iceman + his concern for maverick post-hop 31

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daydreaming abt trepanation again

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The chances are that you will have almost certainly heard of commercial jetwashing, and it is very much what it sounds like: a process by which a jet system is used to clean any of a range of surfaces. 

Indeed, jetwashing can be provided as a service for both residential and commercial premises. But to keep things simple, let’s focus on premises in the second category for a moment. 

Business sites can quickly become dirty, which can lead to a range of issues 

As a business owner or someone with responsibility for managing a commercial site, the chances are that you will spend a lot of your time and energy focused on your core business. This could mean that, over time, the external areas of your commercial site you are responsible for gradually accumulate dirt, debris, and staining. 

That’s not a great thing when you will be looking to make a positive impression – for example, on potential or current customers or clients who might visit your brick-and-mortar premises. 

Furthermore, such a situation can rapidly present some major health and safety issues. If, for instance, there are wooden surfaces at your commercial site, moss and algae could develop, and lead to the surface becoming slippery. 

And even if you do have some time occasionally to get on your hands and knees and carry out some cleaning of your premises (or to arrange for someone else to do it), such traditional and manual cleaning techniques might not do much to get rid of the most stubborn stains. And the use of certain chemicals in these processes could also be harmful to the environment. 

So, commercial jetwashing might sometimes be needed – but what does it involve? 

The principle behind jetwashing is simple enough: it draws upon the power of water to literally blast dirt and debris off a surface that manually applied soap and chemicals might not be able to clean effectively on their own. 

A commercial jetwashing service involves the use of specialised jetwashing equipment to deliver a narrow, high-pressure jet of water, hitting the targeted surface with an immense amount of kinetic energy. Such a combination of speed and power knocks the dust and dirt off the given building, thereby thoroughly cleaning the surface. 

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Hi TG Fandom! 

Okay so, I want us to imagine a world where Goose doesn't die, where the good luck that has followed Maverick his entire life is enough to save them both. 

Maverick, who has miraculously survived the craziest things over the years and continues to do so. He was soloing under a lucky star long before Ice became his guardian angel. 

Imagine they go through Ice’s jetwash the same as before and they go into a flat spin, Maverick is pinned down and can't get his hands free, Goose has to eject them, but his fingers are slipping, fumbling before he finally yanks down on the cords. The canopy gets sucked in too close to the body of the jet with the position they're in, it can't clear completely and Goose screams blindly because he knows he’s going to die. 

He knows he's going to collide with the canopy, but instead he feels like he's curled into a person. 

It’s too warm and all he sees is a flash of dark hair and scared green eyes in the chaos. Mav, what? He's horrified that Mav is somehow in his arms, did their chutes get tangled? He doesn't understand. But he fumbles his hand up, grabbing Mav’s tags just in time for the canopy to collide with Mav’s back. Goose screams until he’s suddenly in the water, he's lost time and there's something clutched in his hand. But Mav grabs him, drags him up on his chest. 

“We’re okay, Goose! We’re okay!”

And they are okay. 

They get out completely unscathed and it’s only when they're on deck, shivering like wet rats, that Goose finally opens his hand. It’s a pair of dog tags — kind of. They're old, and barnacles have grown on the metal and stuck both tags together. It doesn't make sense. 

Mav looks at him like he's lost his marbles when he mentions how their chutes tangled up. 

He feels like he's nuts. But when Goose shows the tags to Viper in the base hospital and tells him what happened, the hardened old man seems to crumple before his eyes. 

It’s only then that Goose notices a class ring, an USNA class ring dangling from that crusted chain. There’s no stone, but he would recognize it anywhere. Mav… Mav didn't go to the Academy. 

“Sir?” Goose asks. 

Viper just mutely shows him the tags, the barnacles peeled away to reveal a notch and the words: 

[friend-lover-traitor-narrator]

Flufftober 2024 - Day 5: Hurt/Comfort

Ice gets a short glimpse of Maverick after hop 31, before Maverick gets ushered into the medical ward, before Ice and Slider get ushered into the medical ward, too. With every fiber of his bones, Ice wants to walk up to him, comfort him, tell him that it wasn't his fault. But he can't, he can just watch him from afar because they aren't friends. Basically, they are nothing to each other, rivals maybe if such a thing even exists outside fiction, but that's it. No connection that would justify comforting or being comforted by the other. Still, he wants to comfort him because it fucking wasn't Maverick’s fault. If at all, it was his, Ice's, fault. His jetwash. Him being reckless, just once. He could blame Maverick for that, pushing him to his limits and beyond. But he doesn't. It's his fault. Maverick has nothing to do with it.

He doesn't remember how he ends up on Slider's couch but here he is now. Slider is sitting next to him, talking. Ice isn't listening. He can't. Maverick's voice, distorted through the comms and panicking, still echoes through his head. Will probably haunt him forever. It's his fault. It's his fault. Only his. Maverick will never forgive him. Ice will never forgive himself.

He doesn't remember how he ends up with Slider's curls in his face but here he is now. It's dark outside by now and he's still on Slider’s couch. Slider's asleep, snoring softly, lying on top of Ice, chest to chest. It should feel uncomfortable and wrong but it doesn't. Slider's weight, the even movement of his body with every breath… it's weirdly soothing.

Ice knows he's just woken up but each time he closes his eyes again, he sees Maverick's empty eyes when they dragged him into medical, and his voice is ringing in his ears, desperate and frantic.

“It's not your fault,” Slider mutters. Ice doesn't know if he's awake or not and he doesn't reply.

At some point, he must have fallen asleep again because he wakes with a start. Slider's still on top of him, still asleep. It's still soothing but not enough. Reluctantly, Ice wraps his arms around Slider's torso, places his hand on the small of his back. Maybe it'll help.

“You'll be fine, Tom. He'll be fine, too,” Slider mumbles only seconds later and Ice removes his hands, feeling caught. This is wrong. It's wrong to sleep like this, so close to another man, but Ice can't make himself move away. He knows it's wrong but it feels too right, too comfortable, too soothing.

“How do you know?” Ice asks in a whisper.

“I just know. Trust your RIO,” Slider replies and presses his lips to Ice's shoulder for a second. “And now put your arms back around me. I want to continue sleeping.”

Ice doesn't know what he'll make of all of that when the morning comes but he does as he's told, wraps his arms back around Slider's waist, even nuzzles his nose into his curls and falls into a dreamless sleep.

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> Getting Back Together (Part Two)

the beginning, and the middle (not the end) by cloudburst {T}

But hell, he wasn’t about to tell his fellow pilots the good news that Hangman had finally settled down – in a manner of speaking – and finally met the one. That last part not being an exaggeration had him turning mid-air, flown through the jetwash, unrecoverable spin. He couldn’t pull the fucking eject.

If I Go on With You (By My Side) by piper__b {T}

Did Hangman want to continue what they had together? If they even did continue, could it be like the early days? Of course, it couldn’t. They weren’t irresponsible adults anymore. They weren’t looking for someone to relieve stress with. Rooster was in love and he hoped Hangman was too. You can’t go back to “meaningless” hookups after you realize you love watching them smile and you spend every minute you can to make them laugh because it fills your chest with warmth. You can’t go back after you realize that simple touches like holding hands, or kisses pressed to the crown of their head, is the highlight of your day sometimes.

I won't let go 'til the end by cedricslove {E}

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Bradley asked in a gentle tone, hands softly rubbing his shoulders. “Nothing,” he said, unwillingly tensing at his own response, knowing it would give him away. Bradley sighed, “Why do you always do this? You shut me out.” Re-telling of Rooster and Hangman's relationship from Hangman's perspective

higher further faster, baby by lyonet {E}

The thing about Bradley Bradshaw – seriously, what kind of sadist gives their kid a name like that – is that he’s good, he’s really good, but he could be better and that just pisses Jake off. What can he say, he’s a judgy kind of guy, he gets it from his mother. Put that together with the dumb moustache, the sad puppy eyes, the way Bradley reacts to every single jab Jake tosses his way, and, well – was he expecting Jake to be capable of leaving him in peace? Probably not.

Men Like Us by DancingDisaster

Men Like Us {M}

Seresin men love with reckless abandon. It’s put every man before him in the ground. Jake refuses to be buried. He flies like he has nothing left to lose (he doesn’t), a one man army (he is), leaving everyone else in the dust (so they don’t leave him). Admiral Kazansky claps him on the shoulder, says he expects great things from him, and Jake’s smile is feral as the rest of his flight school cohort looks on in disbelief. Hangman, they all say, like Jake’s entire personality was a long con, and he ranks first in class. Rooster doesn’t look at all. (They've got history spanning the better part of a decade and they are absolutely, positively not over it.)

Bowerbirds And Other Mating Displays {T}

“Why does Seresin keep calling you Bowerbird, Bradshaw?” Mickey asks a few days later during their break between training hops. Natasha laughs so hard coffee almost comes out of her nose. Or— It starts, as many poor decisions do, with a trip to Target.

Golden by Welcome_to_the_Badlands {T}

The only thing running through Jake's head was what if. What if he hadn’t reached them in time? What if they had fallen in the ocean, only miles from where Jake had been waiting in his plane on standby? What if Rooster had died not knowing that Jake still loved him so much Jake could barely breathe?

this is why we can't have nice things (darling) by kidfromspace {T}

The events of Top Gun: Maverick except Hangman and Rooster are bitter exes. And then more.

You Broke My Will, But What a Thrill by soisserieux {_}

Bradley shrugs. “No one there knows about us yet. We didn’t really get together until after we graduated, and I don’t know about you, but I haven’t really mentioned to anyone that I’m dating the Jake Seresin.” “Are you trying to decide how to tell them?” Jake asks. Bradley settles back into his chair. “Actually, I was considering what would happen if we didn’t.” “If we didn’t tell them?” A mischievous grin appears on Bradley’s face, and holy shit, that’s another one of Jake’s favorite expressions. “I was thinking about challenging you to a competition.” Jake grins. “I’m listening.”

if someone was going to break me (I’d want it to be you) by tearsricochets {T}

There’s a kiss being placed on his neck, and he sighs when he realizes it was right on one of the multiple marks Bradley had littered him with that evening. “Should I leave?” he asks, while tightening his arms around his waist. (‘Should I leave?’ he asks. Like Jake would ever make him leave. No, that’s Jake’s job.) He doesn’t say that, instead answering: “Ask again in five.” Because he’s weak, and he’s always got to have an escape route planned, a way out of the hole he’s dug for himself once again.

the moon may be high by multifandommonster {T}

The chance to try again, Jake thinks. For all of them— for Bradley and Jake, for him and Natasha, the chance to do it better in the wake of almost losing each other without ever clearing the air. The chance to be better, to want to be better— for Jake to never leave them behind, and for them to stick with him through the mud. His eyes find Bradley’s again and he’s shocked to see the sheen of tears, the strain it must take to hold eye contact despite the vulnerability. He left you, his brain supplies. But he might never do it again.

One More Miracle by FabuMazX {G}

Bradley sees the exact moment that he reads his mind and his smile falls. Jake’s brow furrows slightly and Bradley sees him swallow. It’s not until Payback brushes past his shoulder that Jake blinks, breaking the line between them; then he’s gone, pushing through the crowd towards the door while the others stare and call after him in a confused cluster. So maybe he needs one more miracle. - It takes a suicide mission for Bradley to realise he's not ready to give up on them. Now he just has to convince Jake. That's miracle number one.

Take My Hand and Hold On Forever by Earthangel_44 {E}

It happens again like clockwork. Every new achievement or award that Jake gets pinned to his chest. Every time he went to Afghanistan or flew with the F-151, Jake calls Bradley. Every COMM he receives or shiny new ribbon that is placed on his chest, Jake called Bradley. Or: Jake gets a lot of awards and Bradley rewards him for his good flying.

I Hate The Way I Sleep Better With You by FabuMazX {T}

5 Times Rooster and Hangman help each other through nightmares +1 time they help somebody else.

epic skill displays and their aftercare by boobooblue {T}

So, the plan. The plan consisted of impressing Rooster with his Upgraded Epic Pool Skills™️.

watching, waiting, still anticipating love by iridescent {T}

Bradley’s fingers caress the keys deftly, coaxing a bittersweet melody from the depths of the piano’s body. Then he starts singing, a few lines here and there almost like an afterthought. His voice is low and husky, lends itself naturally to this sort of soppy and overly sentimental love song. He doesn’t seem to notice Jake being there at all. Despite himself, Jake is transfixed. (Or, three distinct episodes in their lives where Bradley plays the piano and Jake listens.)

no need to pray, no need to speak by dalearden {T}

Taking the very last moment he has, Bradley closes in again on Jake but this time it’s so he can rest his forehead against the man who has been his lover and his rival all at once, his heart doing jumping jacks in his chest as he tries to have one more chance to just breathe. Jake matches him, beat for beat, and Bradley has to close his eyes against the tidal wave of overwhelming sorrow that makes him feel, pressing a hand to Jake’s chest as he murmurs a promise he knows he can’t keep but which he feels he has to make all the same because what if, what if…

still got that old time feeling by haridwar {E}

This was where Bradley’s head had been stuck for the entirety of his trip home. Flying in to San Diego from overseas had given him ample opportunity to overthink. Not about his impromptu homecoming though, or the fact that he would be stopping by his childhood home for the first time in well over a decade, or what it would be like to retrace his steps through Top Gun again like the first time around wasn’t difficult enough. No. His mind was stuck inexplicably upon Jake goddamn Seresin, and his goddamn stupid handsome face, and the fact that he still had way too many feelings for a guy who had walked out on him without so much as a backward glance. Or: yet another retelling of TG:M which covers some of the hangster subtext Tom Cruise neglected to include in his movie

maybe the miles can make up for the things you lack (are you ready to start?) by davidbyrne {M}

“Are you sure you want to do that? With me?” There are a million things Rooster could say in response. He could tell him about how the idea of getting a plane, even a commercial one, still makes his blood buzz in the most uncomfortable way, even after all these months. He could tell him about how, when his mom died, she told him to see the world and he hasn’t even been able to see America, except through Navy-mandated stations. He could retract his offer right now, say he’s actually not sure and doesn’t want to spend three months of his life with his ex. He could tell Jake he loves him, still loves him, and beg him to love him back just the same. He says none of that. Instead, he says, “I’d go anywhere with you, Jake. You know that.” Or three months, 48 states, two men, and their emotional baggage

Slow Ride by Earthangel_44 {E}

“Name it, baby.” Bradley’s voice isn’t even recognizable with how low it’s dropped and Jake’s eyes dilate. The flush slowly moves below the collar of his shirt and Bradley’s eyes follow it. “We go by my rules.” Jake says back. His voice lost the authoritative bite and Bradley smirks. “Which are?” Jake swallows thickly and his gaze drags down Bradley’s body. “You have to beg to fuck me.”

Training Montage by drh0rrible {E}

No matter where in the world you found yourself stationed, Navy bars were all the same. It was a comfort really, a nice bit of stability in a life defined by chaos. It starts in a Navy bar, and then another one, and another one. A one night stand, to half a relationship, to exes, to maybe something again. Another history of Rooster and Hangman.

why’d you wait so long (to tell me you need me) by thewonderzebra {E}

“Can you promise me something?” Jake calls into the darkness. Bradley tries to keep his muscles from tensing up at the thought of the broken promises he’s weathered in his lifetime. He slips his hands under the shirt Jake is wearing, palms and fingertips on warm, soft skin acting as a grounding mechanism. “That’s dangerous,” he warns. He knows he would do anything, say anything if it means never losing Jake again. But in their profession, promises are never a guarantee of permanence. Still, Jake seems aware of the danger and is determined to forge ahead, fearless as ever. “Promise me that we’re forever.” OR A retelling of TG:M explaining the background of Jake and Bradley’s relationship, and how it comes to evolve.

wish I knew how to hold you by Ravens_Words {T}

Bradley bullies Jake's flight information out of Javy, and it's much easier than he thought it would be. Probably because he doesn't want his best friend to be alone. "Bradshaw," Javy says before he hangs up, "you- I know he doesn't make it easy, but take care of him, will you?" He hesitates, takes a deep breath, "sure." For the first time, he wonders if he made a mistake, bit off more than he can chew. Jake goes back home, Bradley goes with him. It goes about as well as one can expect.

flames look beautiful (if you forget what they can do) by Ravens_Words {T}

Bradley Bradshaw returns to consciousness with a gasp, hand going to his side, where a searing pain makes itself known. "-ster, hey," Jake snaps, holds his face in both hands and forces him to look his way, "breathe." Bradley does as he's told, as painful as it is, and his vision clears somewhat. Jake's crouched beside him, concern etched on his face, and what happened comes back to him in flashes. The mission going sideways at every possible turn, seeing Jake's plane get shot down in the sky, the less than smooth emergency landing in the woods that followed.

we are tonight, we are forever by thewonderzebra {E}

Jake Seresin is the master of acting aloof, but when it comes down to it, Bradley can read him like an open book, seeing through every wall Jake puts up, through to his vulnerable soul. And right now, the book that is Hangman is all but screaming ‘come and get me’. OR An interlude in the Hard Deck, set during TG:M.

you can't be gone by writteninwaves {G}

It was like they were on a tightrope, carefully tugging on each ends and hoping they won’t fall. No parachutes, no safety nets. Two single pilots. Only thing they had was each other. Together, an unstoppable force. Bradley and Jake, their messes, fights and love, as told through Taylor Swift's 'Haunted'.

all of these games we play (I can't even keep 'em all straight) by tearsricochets {T}

He knows, theoretically, Jake wants some kind of reaction out of him. He’d seen it in the look he’d given Bradley right before accepting the man's invitation, but he also knows that he’s sick of the one having to make all the big emotional moves. He opens his mouth to tell Tasha as much, but stops when he sees a girl at the bar looking at him. She’s a curvy blonde, someone who looks like she was in a sorority in college. Her hair is perfectly curled, and her lips are a dark red color. She’s giving him a very long once-over, and when she meets his eyes again she smiles coyly. (Look, you don’t need to tell him it’s a bad plan, okay? He knows.) (Natasha does not care.) Because she knows the second she follows his eyeline what he’s going to do, and immediately opens her mouth to protest. “Do not do what I think you are about to Bradshaw.” He turns to look at her, the new gaze burning his skin. “Why not? He can play games but I can’t? Please, Tasha, give me a reason not to and I’ll leave it alone. Jesus, tell me what we are doing, at this point that would be just as great.” OR: the one in which they play many games, and then the one time they don’t.

we don’t know how to rhyme (but damn we try) by zaskiaz {T}

Bradley sighs and turns to greet his date, an automatic, if not bland smile plastered on his face. It’s when he makes eye contact with the person that his smile falters and falls as if it was never there to begin with. “You gotta be shitting me,” he breathes, disbelieving, at the same time Hangman hisses, “Oh, fuck no. or, the blind date but they are exes au

miles to go by Notchka88 {M}

Truth be told, Bradley hadn’t been expecting to be team leader. Given Maverick’s continued criticism of his flying and the shit Bradley had said to him—it had startled him to be Maverick’s choice. It had startled Hangman too, judging by the way his jaw had tightened and how he’d looked away, avoiding Bradley’s eyes during the briefing. Bradley should have been ready for Hangman’s reaction after everything that had happened between them, but it had still stung. (AU Canon Divergence where Rooster is Dagger One, Hangman is Dagger Two, and the mission goes as badly as in the movie. When Rooster is shot down, it's Hangman who follows after him.)

gonna let it burn, burn, burn by dalearden {M}

"Bradley still doesn’t really know how it had gone so spectacularly wrong between them but he thinks he might be getting an idea, experiencing now what love seems to mean for Jake Seresin, that it’s basically on the same level as deity worship and it’s all so much, so intense, nearly too much to bear to be on the receiving end of. He can’t begin to what it must be like to feel it if receiving it is like this."

slipped from my fingertips by astronomical_light {M}

“So tell me, Rooster,” Jake says from beside him. Bradley turns and takes him in, the way he’s leaning on his elbow on the bar, chest open towards Bradley as he mindlessly swivels his lower body on the barstool. “Why haven’t you settled yourself down yet?”

Always by greenstuff {E}

Jake meets Bradley for the first time when they're eighteen. This is the story about how they fall in love, break up, and then spend years finding their way back to each other. A modern Persuasion, if you squint a bit.

got to get your lovin' (one more time) by Percyjacksonfan3 {E}

When the first opening for an assignment comes his way he grasps it with both hands. It’s long, it’s far away, and it’s a distraction. It’s that mission that he gets his first and so far only kill, marking him as the only Navy pilot in active duty to have one. A couple of the TOPGUN graduates text him congratulations when they hear. A couple of them don’t. Jake grits his teeth and moves on. It's the backstory breakup fic that I couldn't not write after watching this movie, along with these two figuring themselves out after the events of Maverick to realize they actually did belong together all along. Also Phoenix and Coyote are the best friends two disasters like Rooster and Hangman could ask for, and I love them.

I bet you think about me by miraculousmultifan {T}

Hangman could admit to himself that, although he understood the gesture for what it was, he really didn’t want to attend Bradshaw’s stupid fucking wedding. And he was actually lying about that whole “understanding the gesture” thing. He didn’t understand. It felt more like a “Fuck you!” from Rooster to invite him to the wedding like he didn’t know damn well that Hangman would just be imagining himself beside him. And of course, he didn’t have a plus one because all their other friends were taking their own dates. *** Rooster is getting married, and against his better judgment, Hangman attends the rehearsal dinner with the rest of the Daggers. It goes about how he expected, if maybe a little better?

Left Hanging by takingovermidnight {T}

When Jake Seresin adopts the attitude that later earns him his "Hangman" call sign, Bradley Bradshaw cannot help but feel somewhat responsible.

this love came back to me by miraculousmultifan {M}

"this love is good, this love is bad, this love is alive back from the dead" *** During the mission, Jake and Bradley reminisce on what they had and what they could have had. Until they end up having it after all.

another perfect night to spend wide awake by andthentheybow {T}

After the mission, the team arrives back on land for a week-long leave while the brass decides what to do with them. Two days after they’ve landed, no one has seen Rooster other than Maverick, who’s scarce himself. Hangman and Phoenix decide to do something about it.

'cause you never gave a warning sign by LaceyAmethyst {M}

“Hangman, it’s on fire,” he screamed. “Don’t—” But it was too late. “Throttling up.” “NO!” Bradley screamed, seeing Jake’s right engine blow. His plane started falling, and Bradley couldn’t keep the words in anymore. “JAKE! NO! JAKE!" -- Bradley and Jake broke up in Lemoore, and a year later they’re assigned to the Dagger Squad mission. Bradley thinks he’s got his heart under control, thinks he can handle Jake looking at him like he’s a stranger, like they didn’t mean the world to each-other once. But then a bird strike hits Jake’s plane, and Bradley proceeds to Lose His Fucking Shit.

a dead love's buried beneath the dirt by Ravens_Words {T}

Jake is looking up at the ceiling, trying to find shapes in the mold that litters the walls, when two men walk in. They're wearing masks, and walk towards him with purpose. One of them steps around the chair Jake's in, and the other takes out his phone. He's strapped to the chair with some sort of belt around his chest, his arms are bound to the chair's, and so are his legs, so he can't really move to see what the guy behind him is doing, and against his will, his heart rate skyrockets. A hand darts out from behind, wraps around his neck so tightly he sees stars, and the tip of a knife breaks the skin as it's pressed into his throat. "Admiral Seresin," the man behind the camera says, and Jake's heart sinks right down to his toes, "you have exactly 48 hours to give us back our money, and our shipment, or your son dies."

I never stopped loving you by cloudsandstarss {T}

Jake's been enjoying his vacation, when he gets a call from Bradley.

slow down (you're doing fine) by charlie_mou {M}

"But have you ever thought about what happened after?" Suddenly, Jake felt like the tone alarm was going off and he was stuck in the cockpit with the hydraulics out. "After?" "His dad died before he even turned three. His mom died a week after he turned nine. Have you thought about what happened after?" Or, Seven years after their break up, Jake and Bradley are finally about to admit why it happened. But instead of resolving whatever there is between them, Bradley starts giving Jake heart attacks while in the sky - and Jake has a feeling it's all about more than flying. Going to Maverick for advice might just clear things up for him. (or, I heard 'slow ride' and 'waiting for the right moment' and made it into a backstory for all of Rooster's issues)

As We Go by megs_m {T}

Rebuilding is so much harder than tearing down. He's sure there is something profound about that-but he's too exhausted to care. There’s a maelstrom of conflicting emotions running through him. Elation, guilt, fear, hope, terror, and longing. He feels like he’s seconds from being ripped apart - the different forces are too much for his broken self - he’s already held together with duct tape and hope - he can’t possibly withstand this too.

With His Head Held High by dalearden {T}

Jake was born and raised in Texas and he knows a thing or two about guns. When Hard Deck is raided by a band of thugs and all inside taken hostage, Jake gets his hands on a rifle that Penny keeps under the counter and shows them exactly why they shouldn’t mess up with his Team. And Rooster may or may not get hard by seeing how precise Jake’s aim is.

When The Sky Falls by Welcome_to_the_Badlands {G}

“No one has called me that in a year and a half, and the one time someone did, he almost got a broken nose,” Bradley says, his face still buried in Jake’s chest. Jake sucks in a sharp breath but doesn't say anything. “No one has touched me in about that long either,” Bradley adds after a few seconds.

images of broken light by dalearden {E}

The tears fall freely this time before he can stop them and when Bradley brushes the wetness away for him with the callused pads of his fingers, Jake can feel something in him break. “Come back,” he whispers, a secret plea for Bradley’s ears only. “Whatever happens out there just…please come back.” Bradley’s eyes pool with sorrow, like he already knows what’s going to happen and can’t stop it even if he wanted to but he kisses Jake and breathes a promise they both know can’t be kept into him anyway.

touch you like I do by ginnydear {E}

But now, I have finally seen the end. by Aphroditedany {G}

Sometimes, it's simply love.

if honesty means telling you the truth (I’m still in love with you) by local_troubled_writer {E}

Bradley “I got sent on a suicide mission” Bradshaw and Jake “and I took the ‘suicide’ part personally” Seresin. Aka, the one where they go on the impossible mission, somehow make it out alive and someone confessed some feelings.

riding on waves by writteninwaves {G}

“Maybe in a few years, we’ll be in the same place somehow. If you still want to try then, come find me there. In that somewhere…” Bradley loves the skies and the sea. He loves Jake too but it takes him a while to learn how to love being on the ground for himself, and stop running away. Soft introspective Bradley feels + drives + rain + actual crying that happens in the bronco

We're Better Together by indybob {T}

In the aftermath of the mission, Jake stays the night at Bradley’s to make sure he settles in with the minor injuries he sustained. A nightmare, a late-night conversation, lots of tears, and closure ensue. Or: The mission makes Jake and Bradley realize that they’re still in love and that life is too short to not try again.

from this day to the ending of the world by dalearden {_}

Jake flies the mission instead of Maverick and takes the hit meant for Bradley. The two pilots find themselves stranded in enemy territory battling against the willderness and, in Jake's case, a bullet wound from the guns of a fifth gen fighter. It's the worst possible time for Bradley to realize just how deep his feelings for Jake really run.

I’ve been loving you for quite some time by dalearden {E}

After surviving the impossible, Jake is back where he belongs...being worshipped in Bradley's bed. (A little porny follow-up to my previous story from this day to the ending of the world.)

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Cursed: Jack Hodgson x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @caffeinatedwoman @aiko24k @hufflepuffgirl

Sequel to The Backseat

Jack’s car is cursed.

He knows this because it is not the first time he has delivered a baby in the back seat. The only difference is right now it’s his son you’re giving birth to, in the exact same place the two of you conceived him.

“This is getting bloody ridiculous.” He mutters as he tucks the exact same blanket over your legs for modesty purposes.

He’d pulled over near the jetwash of a Shell Service Station when he’d realised you wouldn’t be making it to the hospital. The paramedics are on route but already he can see the baby’s head crowning.

You laugh breathlessly in response to his words before you grip the back of the seat tightly in your hand.

“You’re the one that wanted to fuck me in the backseat.” You remind him as you grind your teeth together.

“Aye, you were wearing that dress, it was Saint Paddy’s day…”

He hadn’t been able to keep his hands off you, there’d been a little drinking, a little wildness, which is what led to sonny boy here.

“I’m gonna need you to start pushing now, love.” He says, shifting so that he’s in position for the baby’s appearance. “He’s ready to meet us.”

You deliver a healthy baby boy, one that has the lungs of a champion.

“I can’t believe we made something so beautiful.” He murmurs as he wraps his son in the confines of his jacket and hands him to you. The baby grumbles at the shift in motion before he settles against your chest. It’s the most perfect thing that Jack has ever seen.

“What do you say next time we do this properly?” He says as he rearranges the blanket over you lower half. “In a hospital with mood music, aromatherapy, we actually stick to the birth plan…”

“Oh we’re not doing this again.” You tell him, your lips brushing over the baby’s forehead. “I am closed for business.”

“We’ll see.” Jack says as he pats the backseat with his palm. “This backseat though, it probably has other ideas.”

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For this ... icemav and no. 10 🥰

Thank you darling for the ask💕 Sorry about the angst🤭

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Desperately

Maverick was packing again. It seemed like his life had become an endless stream of packing. Packing to move to another foster family, packing to join the Navy, packing the rest of his best friend's belongings so his grieving wife didn't have to. Maverick had seen more carton boxes in his days than welcoming homes. At least now, all he had left to pack was his locker in the changing rooms.

It wasn't much. A spare towel, some underwear, a forgotten white t-shirt, and toiletries. Maverick had it packed up and ready to go within minutes, and yet, he couldn't find it within himself to leave. His locker stared back at him, empty like he was on the inside.

Everyone's telling him to get over it, thinking he can fly a plane like the jetwash never happened. Viper, Charlie, and even Carole, all told him the same thing. That he needs to let go, how Goose would've kept flying if it was Maverick who died in the accident.

They were right, of course. Maverick knew somewhere deep in his soul that Goose would've kept going. But things were different with Goose. He would've had to keep flying no matter what, he had a family to support, a family waiting for him at home. Things Maverick didn't have.

It didn't matter if Goose would've flown without him because it didn't change the fact that he was dead.

Maverick checked his locker again. Nothing was left in it, and yet he went about cleaning it as if expecting another towel to pop up. Packing was something Maverick knew like the back of his hand. It was simple, methodical like a game of Tetris. Rearranging his bag helped him forget going through Goose's belongings. It helped him forget the tears in Carole's eyes and the confused ones in Bradley's.

The kid would never see his father again and it was all Maverick's fault. He didn't deserve to keep flying, not when he'd robbed a child of his father. Quitting was the only thing right thing to do, there was nothing left for him at Top Gun.

"Mitchell."

If he'd heard Iceman come in he probably would've left. He didn't turn around, because if he looked Iceman in the eyes he was afraid he might crumble. The last thing Maverick needed was to be told again to get back up on the horse.

"I'm sorry about Goose," Iceman said, "Everybody liked him."

His tone was something Maverick hadn't expected at all. Tight and restrained, like Iceman didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry."

Iceman turned to leave, but he only made it a few steps before Maverick stopped him. He wasn’t sure exactly when he moved, one minute he was in front of his locker and the next he was clutching onto Iceman’s wrist. Everyone had given Maverick the obligatory condolences, a simple ‘sorry’ and a pat on the back before continuing to the next hop. 

Iceman, however, he… He seemed to mean it, he wasn’t telling Maverick what to do. Ice had known Goose from the academy, a constant among his peers even if they weren’t close friends. Something inside of Maverick snapped from hearing Iceman’s words. 

Flying by the seat of his pants like he always did, Maverick leaned up and pulled Iceman down for a burning kiss. He felt Iceman tense up and for a moment he was afraid Iceman would shove him away, except he didn't.

They shouldn’t be doing this. Someone could walk in at any minute but Maverick didn’t care. He was quitting anyways, he could indulge in the one thing he had wanted since the O’Club. 

Iceman cradled his face, slender fingers cupping Maverick’s neck, and the next second he was pushed up against the lockers. 

It wasn’t the most elegant kiss, in fact, there was nothing elegant about it at all. It was lips sliding against lips in a demanding fervor. The way Iceman kissed was the very opposite of what had earned him his callsign, nothing but warm, raw, emotion.

Emotions that begged Maverick to stay.

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Of Fighters and Fighter Pilots | 652 | strawberryspitt

Summary: "Bradley knows the entire team thinks it’s unhealthy. They just don’t get it, not yet."

Field Day | 810 | xo_em / @jakeseresins

Summary: “Where are you taking me?” Bradley exclaims as Jake pulls him along by the hand. “You said you wanted to do Texas things,” Jake laughs. “So I’m showing you a Texas thing.”

We Could Try | 1,072 | xo_em / @jakeseresins

Summary: “Jake, what the hell. It’s like four in the morning-“

rose quartz | 1,100 | levivi

Summary: He inspects his boyfriend carefully. Bradley looks nervous, probably unnoticeable to anyone else, but Jake’s not just anyone else. He can see it in his eyes, in the slight tremor of his fingers splayed over his thighs. His heart squeezes.

all the things i wish i had told you | 1,118 | dames_for_jamesbarnes / @qvid-pro-qvo

Summary: “It’s not like you, to turn in early,” Bradley counters. Hangman stops again, turns and glares, brow furrowed deep. “Been a long time since you could claim to know me, right, Bradshaw?” Bradley and Jake have a past. Bradley wants a future.

Bleeding Hearts Beat Too Fast | 1,136 | theincredibleprincess

Summary: When he looks at the scene before him, Bradley sees a part of himself that he had tried to destroy a long time ago. After an unlikely candidate helps Jake through a bad situation, they get to discussing fathers- the best that ever died and the worst that ever lived.

if someone was going to break me (i’d want it to be you) | 1,162 | tearsricochets

Summary: There’s a kiss being placed on his neck, and he sighs when he realizes it was right on one of the multiple marks Bradley had littered him with that evening. “Should I leave?” he asks, while tightening his arms around his waist. (‘Should I leave?’ he asks. Like Jake would ever make him leave. No, that’s Jake’s job.) He doesn’t say that, instead answering: “Ask again in five.” Because he’s weak, and he’s always got to have an escape route planned, a way out of the hole he’s dug for himself once again.

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I Could Be (Someone) | 1,226 | xo_em / @jakeseresins

Summary: “Why are you leaving?” Bradley demands breathlessly, his face positively flushed from the argument they’re currently embroiled in.

Wintersong | 1,320 | xo_em / @jakeseresins

Summary: It had been noisy, this trip, in the best way. All of them gathered together up in the mountains for the holiday, forgoing their normal family obligations in order to nurture this small and fragile family that they’d chosen for themselves.

A Sip of Eternity | 1,360 | xo_em / @jakeseresins

Summary: He knows if he just asked, Jake would give him anything.

the beginning, and the middle (not the end) | 1,405 | cloudburst

Summary: But hell, he wasn’t about to tell his fellow pilots the good news that Hangman had finally settled down – in a manner of speaking – and finally met the one. That last part not being an exaggeration had him turning mid-air, flown through the jetwash, unrecoverable spin. He couldn’t pull the fucking eject.

coming up for air | 1,472 | vannral / @vannral

Summary: "The horizon blurs into blue and bone white. It’s so light it burns Jake’s eyes. The entire cockpit is eerily silent, except for the thundering in his ears. ’fly, fucking fly like your life depends on it – fly FASTER, THEY’RE GONNA DIE – !’" In which Jake shares a room with Rooster on the carrier, he has a nightmare about not reaching Mav and Rooster in time, and Rooster comforts him. And ends up sharing the bed.

no need to pray, no need to speak | 1,491 | dalearden / @dale-arden

Summary: Taking the very last moment he has, Bradley closes in again on Jake but this time it’s so he can rest his forehead against the man who has been his lover and his rival all at once, his heart doing jumping jacks in his chest as he tries to have one more chance to just breathe. Jake matches him, beat for beat, and Bradley has to close his eyes against the tidal wave of overwhelming sorrow that makes him feel, pressing a hand to Jake’s chest as he murmurs a promise he knows he can’t keep but which he feels he has to make all the same because what if, what if…

All the Sky Above | 1,574 | xo_em / @jakeseresins

Summary: It’s Maverick who calls him, waking him from a dead sleep at 11:28 pm on a Tuesday night, to tell him that Jake has flipped his car on the freeway.

With His Head Held High | 1,762 | dalearden / @dale-arden

Summary: Jake was born and raised in Texas and he knows a thing or two about guns. When Hard Deck is raided by a band of thugs and all inside taken hostage, Jake gets his hands on a rifle that Penny keeps under the counter and shows them exactly why they shouldn’t mess up with his Team. And Rooster may or may not get hard by seeing how precise Jake’s aim is.

Perpetuatin' Prophesy | 1,775 | ForASecondThereWedWon / @forasecondtherewedwon

Summary: Rooster blinks at him. “My socks are wet,” he says. Or, Rooster and Maverick bail out of the F-14. Jake finds them in the water.

this world is only gonna break your heart | 1,817 | youlookgood / @sereshavv

Summary: And maybe it's that tether pulling him along again. Maybe it's the fact that in the morning, when he puts on that helmet with H_NGM_N printed across the front, he'll be thinking about how appropriate it all is that the tether holding him to Rooster might just be his noose. But he's a twisted up mess inside, and he could never wish for a universe in which he didn't love Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw with his entire being. Their game has always been a wicked one, and now it's dead ash by Jake's own hands. Maybe his dreams are true. Maybe the world really is on fire.

still waters | 2,012 | Notchka88

Summary: Rooster is an even-keeled, laidback kind of guy. Except when it comes to Hangman, maybe especially then. In which someone mouths off to Hangman and Rooster loses it.

Feel the Heat, See the Light | 2,173 | ForASecondThereWedWon / @forasecondtherewedwon

Summary: “How long do you think we can do this?” Jake wonders aloud. Make the tension last? Bradley silently guesses. Stick to our respective sides of the bed? Pretend the fact that we took off across state lines, just the two of us, is something we can go forever without acknowledging?

cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad | 2,174 | multifandommonster / @mitthrawnu

Summary: “Don’t say that shit,” he whispers, void of any kind of venom. It's a shameful, humiliating emotion. “Don’t say that, Bradshaw, not– it’s not funny.” “Okay,” Bradley replies, oddly calm. Closer again, Jake notices. “I won’t, Jake. I know you don’t regret it.”

angel, can't you see who's in front of you? | 2,185 | dames_for_jamesbarnes / @qvid-pro-qvo

Summary: “What about yours?” he finally asks, nodding to them. Seresin blinks, cocks his head, and Bradley gestures with an open hand. “Your wings.” The other man blinks. Raises a brow. “I’ll show you mine because you showed me yours type of thing?”  Bradley snorts. “Something like that,” he admits, raising his brow right back. Bradley and Jake accidentally find each other after the Mission. And maybe realize that even though they've flown together, they've never really seen each other.

(how good it is) to be your lover today | 2,464 | multifandommonster / @mitthrawnu

Summary: He doesn’t have an extensive morning routine; his pales in comparison to Jake’s several-step process to keep his skin young, Rooster, some of us don’t want sunspots by age forty, but Bradley just laughs. Jake’s gotten him to use moisturizer and sunscreen, that’s as far as he intends to go. He’ll wear his age the way his dad should’ve been able to.

my stubborn pride laying on the floor | 2,751 | multifandommonster / @mitthrawnu

Summary: He didn’t consider the reality, he didn’t really think at all– now he’s shaking against the sink in their locker room, vision blurring with tears as he tries to steady his hand. “C’mon,” he murmurs, shaking his head in an attempt to clear the fog settling into his awareness. “C’mon, fuck–” “As I live and breathe,” a voice interrupts, and Bradley nearly drops the needle with the sigh that makes its way out of him.

i'm just gonna call you mine | 2,869 | ginnydear

Summary: “Oh, you better watch it there, sugar, because I feel an unnecessary roughness penalty in my future,” Rooster replies, watching as Hangman’s dimples appear. He salutes Rooster. “You’re on, sweetcheeks.” it starts with a sarcastic sweetcheeks. (or, five moments from within canon and one from shortly thereafter)

in sickness and in health | 3,063 | res_judicata / @res-judicatas

Summary: “I want a small wedding,” Jake mentions casually as he brews the coffee. Bradley hums in acknowledgement as he scrambles the eggs, “that’s fine with me,” he slides the chopped tomatoes into the hot pan with a sizzle, “so, that would be your extended family, Mav, Ice, the peanut gallery, maybe a handful of our academy buddies-” “No,” Jake shakes his head, “bare minimum,” his voice is suddenly serious, “it’s not a spectacle, you know, all that matters really is that you’re there,” a rueful tilt to his lips, “and I’m there.” He clicks his tongue, "and someone who can make it official... that’s all I need.”

Grit Your Teeth Another Time | 3,323 | Thee_Maxwell

Summary: Hospitals and death weren’t strangers to Bradley Bradshaw, and they always seemed to go hand-in-hand. So he wasn’t particularly thrilled to find himself under watch in the medbay of the aircraft carrier. Or It hits Bradley what almost happened on the mission (and Jake helps him feel better).

Take Him Off Your Hands | 3,554 | electricghosts

Summary: Bradley got orders to Texas while his friends were stationed on the other side of the world. He also never wanted to speak to Maverick again; he was completely and utterly alone. After four long months of moping around and feeling sorry for himself, he finally goes out to have a beer and is greeted by a group of partiers with funny nicknames. One in particular sticks out; an overconfident blonde in a ten-gallon hat by the name of Hangman. Liquid courage and channeling his late father’s charm might just be the key for Bradley to land himself a cowboy.

cowboy, take me away | 3,668 | ginnydear

Summary: jake has a cowboy hat he doesn't just let anyone wear. bradley takes that as a challenge.

never had a heart to mend | 3,735 | un_familiar

Summary: Bradley won’t stop looking at him with concern, laying kisses on his bare back and asking softly, “Are you okay,” until Jake wants to scream You know what you’re fucking doing to me, but he can’t or he won’t and he’s never felt this helpless in his life. The best he can manage is a soft, “Just tired,” turning back into Bradley’s embrace and thinking God, just let me keep this.

Life in Technicolor | 3,933 | AnadoraBlack / @anadorablack

Summary: “Hey Mav?” “Mmh?” They are sitting on the beach outside their house, feet buried in warm sand as they are watching the sun set. Bradley is leaning on his godfather’s shoulder, trying to imagine what it would be like to see something else than all the – admittedly lovely – shades of grey that make up his world. “When do you think I’ll get my colours?” Mav wraps an arm around his shoulders affectionately. “I only got mine when I was twenty-three, you know. You’ve got time, you’re only fourteen, kiddo…” The brown-haired teenager at his side shrugs again. He doesn’t want to admit that he’s anxious to know what it feels like. To get one’s colours. To find one’s soulmate.

Can't take my eyes off of you | 3,976 | FlowersOnMyMind / @flowersonmymind1016

Summary: An Alpha at the Hard Deck won't leave Rooster alone. Hangman steps in. Oh, and did I mention that Hangman is close to his rut?

5 Times Hangman Took Care of His Team + 1 Time Someone Took Care Of Him | 4,016 | dalearden / @dale-arden

Summary: The Daggers and the rest of the Team stay together for the long leave post mission. That includes Hangman although he is still treated a bit as an outsider. They get into all kind of crazy shit and Rooster starts to notice things. That Jake is the one who starts cleaning after drunk Payback threw up all over the bathroom and knows exactly what cleaning products will do the trick. That when Fritz is arrested for disturbance, he knows how to talk to the cops to get him released. That he can patch Fanboy like a professional medic after the guy got into a fight. That he can cook a meal from nothing, mend clothes and knows everything about meds. Turns out Jake had to take care for his family as the only responsible person since he was 5 years old. First his alcoholic parents and then his dying grandmother. Jake won’t let anyone in, but he will take care of them as much as he can. Rooster wants to change it.

The Way to a Man's Heart | 4,028 | dalearden / @dale-arden

Summary: Jake Seresin is a pilot, currently on medical leave from Naval duty as he recovers from injuries sustatined in an ejection during a training exercise. He's grumpy and bored when he takes a chance on a random coffee shop on a rainy afternoon and meets one Bradley Bradshaw, manager and possibly world's best barista. Bradley wastes no time taking such a pretty broken bird under his wing, winning Jake over through pastries and charm and also by being insanely hot. Then therer's an attempted robbery on the premises, and everything accelerates.

Pressed Sunflowers | 4,030 | Sceld

Summary: His smug expression is the final nail in the coffin for Jake, who is doing a fucking terrible job at hiding his outright shock. “You’re… Good at that,” he says slowly, pretending it’s not doing something for him. or; Jake spends the night at Bradley's place and learns more than he anticipated.

wish I knew how to hold you | 4,661 | Ravens_Words

Summary: Bradley bullies Jake's flight information out of Javy, and it's much easier than he thought it would be. Probably because he doesn't want his best friend to be alone. "Bradshaw," Javy says before he hangs up, "you- I know he doesn't make it easy, but take care of him, will you?" He hesitates, takes a deep breath, "sure." For the first time, he wonders if he made a mistake, bit off more than he can chew. Jake goes back home, Bradley goes with him. It goes about as well as one can expect.

we're not finished here | 4,991 | haridwar

Summary: Jake finds out Maverick has a son in the middle of dogfight football.

in five years time | 5,178 | ginnydear

Summary: Jake’s been planning his five year anniversary gift for Bradley since the day after their four year anniversary.

Taking The Long Way 'Round | 5,278 | DancingDisaster / @dancingdisasterisms

Summary: This probably wouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone, but he and Seresin hadn’t exactly hit it off when they first met. That said, they did hit it off eventually, and they did it with a bang so resounding it probably should’ve devolved into a fist fight. By the end of the week, Bradley realized there was one small potential problem with the first close friendship he’d managed in years: he thought Jake was beautiful. Well fuck. “It’s not like he doesn’t know, Javy.” “I think you’re underestimating Bradshaw’s tendency towards obliviousness here, Jake.”

i'm coming back to his side to put it right | 5,455 | emozionedapoco

Summary: He can shoot enemy airplanes out of the sky but he can’t for the life of him find some fucking t-shirts. Yeah, that’s doing wonders for his ego. His eyes catch something on a rack near a wall. They’re not t-shirts but shirts and he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s noticed them for, but he gets closer anyway. His instincts usually serve him well.

i come from where the rivers meet the sea | 5,864 | luciferinasundaysuit / @vinnylecavaliers

Summary: Phoenix pinches the bridge of her nose. “One night. One night without whatever all this is. My kingdom for one night.” “There’s no all this!” Rooster protests. Like a liar. Hangman takes his arm back, slides off his chair and goes back to the dart board. Rooster tries not to feel cold. “Of course not, Rooster,” Hangman says, just short of condescendingly. “I could never bring a yankee home, and I respect you too much to hit it and quit it.”

watching, waiting, still anticipating love | 5,861 | iridescent

Summary: Bradley’s fingers caress the keys deftly, coaxing a bittersweet melody from the depths of the piano’s body. Then he starts singing, a few lines here and there almost like an afterthought. His voice is low and husky, lends itself naturally to this sort of soppy and overly sentimental love song. He doesn’t seem to notice Jake being there at all. Despite himself, Jake is transfixed.

But Here I Am, Loving You More Than You’ll Ever Know | 5,872 | thatsquirrelfromiceage

Summary: The sound of Rooster’s voice may as well be another explosion, another heavy breath set free from the bottom of his stomach. It’s the moment he begins to understand what his mother wanted when she clutched and prayed to her rosary beads every night. Another reminder that he’s coming home. He’s coming home.

my heart is out, my guard is down | 5,886 | blood_mocha_latte / @blood-mocha-latte

Summary: “Hey!” He yells, giving Seresin what he hopes is a suave ‘yep, ‘tis I, your saviour’ look. Judging by the look on the other man's face, he fails. “Are you alright?” Hangman shouts back, stumbling even closer. Bradley scrubs a hand down his face, stepping towards him. “Yeah! Are you–” Seresin shoves him into the snowbank with his good hand, face screwed up in what seems to be an odd mixture of worry and anger. “What the fuck were you thinking?!” He’s still yelling, but his voice cracks on the last word and he coughs, spitting concerningly black spit to the side. “I died for you, moron!” He’s still angry but his voice is shaky, and quiet, and Bradley thinks rather disjointedly that he doesn’t think he’s ever seen Hangman actually distressed before.

the blond devil before me | 6,174 | closet_monster

Summary: Bradley Bradshaw had a type, and Hangman had always wanted to be it.

On This Day, This Accursed Day | 6,452 | Sceld

Summary: “Bradshaw,” Jake says with a grin. Rooster groans. “As I live and breathe.” “Hangman,” Rooster replies loftily, “You look…” He pauses for a second too long as his eyes stall on Jake’s shirt. “My eyes are up here, Rooster,” Jake teases, grateful the way his heart is pounding doesn’t transfer to his voice.

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Meltdown rarely talks to Slider anymore. She's of the belief he's ashamed after she and Menace crashed trying to avoid Phoenix and Bob's jetwash. In reality, Slider was amongst the chain of command for the mission and specifically made the fallback call in a selfish attempt to protect his daughter and son-in-law. The disfiguring scars across her and her WSO's faces and bodies make it impossible for him to look at either of them for very long.

Menace doesn't blame his wife for the accident and often finds himself cooling her signature meltdowns before they begin. Though his face was mostly spared, various deep scars mar his arms and torso. Though their relationship is already a secret to all but three of the Daggers, Meltdown's late night flashbacks are only known to him.

(BONUS: Menace face reveal! Also a little picrew showing the WSO working his siganture soothing skills)

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icemav and sharing the bed for your prompt ask? < 3

Yeah, of course!

Prompt: One Bed

⚠️ tw: panic attacks, implied sex⚠️

———

“What do you mean we only have two rooms?” Ice tried to be polite, but was quickly losing patience.

The receptionist smiled fakely. “I'm sorry, sir. It's just that. There are only two rooms available at this time.”

Ice, Maverick, Slider, and Goose had been sent to a conference by Jester and Viper. They were told there would be rooms available for each of them. Apparently not. Mav and Goose hadn't shown up yet.

“It's alright, ma’am. It isn't your fault.” Slider butts in graciously.

Her smile seemed more genuine now. “Here are your keys. Enjoy your stay.” 

“Thank you.”

The two walk towards the elevator. Ice hands Slider the other key. Just as the elevator doors open, Mav and Goose come barreling into the hotel. Nick tosses his bag to Mav, who catches it and rushes to the elevator. Goose grins at them and goes to sign in. The doors close. They stand there silently. It's awkward, but none of them make any effort to converse.

The elevator finally hit their floor with a gratifying ding. The two rooms were only a couple doors apart. Mav went towards one, Slider and himself towards the other. Ice unlocked the door with a sigh before freezing in the doorway.

There's only one bed.

“Are you fucking serious, man? Only one?”

“It's fine. It's only two nights.”

“You better not wake me up at the asscrack of dawn.”

“No promises.”

———

The boys had gone out for a drink. 

Things had gotten….. 

……out of hand.

Slider and Goose had gotten more than a little drunk. They were also very bad at hiding their horniness for each other. Without Carole to calm them down, they were insatiable. They didn't usually room together for that reason, but it seemed that tonight was an exception. Mav and Ice had to physically separate the two in the hotel lobby.

Ice unlocked his door and slapped the key onto the nearest table. He grabbed his bag and all but ran out of the room. He had no intention of getting in Nick and Ron’s way. Mav watched from outside the door, barely holding in laughter. 

“By god, those two are like rabbits without Carole.”

Maverick barks a laugh. “Oh man, you don't want to know. Sometimes I have to watch Bradley overnight when they get home. It's awful.”

“The amount of times I've had to lecture him about making out in the locker room is ridiculous.”

Mav opened the door and shucked off his bomber jacket. Ice set his bag down near the wall and took out his toothbrush and some sweats. He swiftly headed for the bathroom. 

As he was preparing for bed, he heard Mav clear his throat from the main room. “I can take the floor. You're an old man and need the bed more.”

Ice scoffed as he tied the drawstring to his pants. “First of all, I am not that much older than you. More importantly, there's enough space on that bed for the both of us.”

“I don't want to make you uncomfortable.”

He flicked off the bathroom light and pulled off his tee, leaving him in only his tank top. “You won't. It's only for a couple nights.”

Maverick sighed but didn't argue further. He trotted into the bathroom to change. Ice pretended not to see a pink flush on Mav’s cheeks. Just drunk.

He sat on one side of the bed, hoping he wouldn't have to deal with anything….. awkward in the morning.

———

Ice had dozed off pretty quickly. He slept peacefully. And he was so beautiful.

Maverick wasn't as lucky. 

Hop 31. Flying into a jetwash. Going into a flatspin and losing control of the plane. Ejecting. 

Nick was lucky to be alive, and more so to still be flying. He'd been in a coma for almost two months. 

His fault. He almost cost his best friend his life. He would've left Carole a widow, left Bradley fatherless.

Pete woke up in a cold sweat, tears streaming down his face. He sat up, trying to breathe. Ice stirred, and he cursed himself for not being quieter.

“Mav?” Ice asked blearily, “Are you okay?”

“I'm Fine.” He failed to hide the distress in his voice. 

Tom sat up, brows furrowed. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit.”

“It —” Mav sighed. “It was just a nightmare. I'm fine.”

Ice was silent for a moment. 

“Was it Hop 31?”

Damn it. “Yes.”

Ice wrapped him in a tight hug. Mav froze, but it was only for a second. He buried his head into Ice’s chest, trying to stop crying. Ice slowly laid them back down, not breaking the hug. They laid like that for a while, silent and calming.

“Pete? You know it wasn't your fault, right?”

“I was the one steering the plane. I'm responsible for my RIO.”

“But it wasn't your fault. It was my jetwash. And it was an accident.”

“It's still my responsibility.”

“People care about you, Pete. We want you to be happy. No one blames you.”

‘We?’

“You care about me?”

Tom readjusted to look Pete in the eyes. “You have no idea.”

“Then give me an idea.”

Tom hesitated. “I don't know if you'll take this the wrong way, but I really care about you. I love you so much. I want you to be happy.”

Pete froze.

“You love me?”

“I do.”

“I think I love you too.”

Ice stares at him, searching. Then he leans forward and presses his lips to Pete's. He responds instantly, reaching up to rake hands through Tom’s hair. They kiss the way they fly. Ebbing and flowing, giving and taking. 

And god, it's perfect. 

They break apart, Pete smiling as bright as the sun. Ice watches him lovingly. He pecks s kiss to Mav's hair before resting his chin on it. Mav nestles deeper into the hug, attaching himself to Tom like a koala. Tom couldn't bring himself to care. He waited and listened as Pete's breathing evened out. I love you, Pete Mitchell. I love you I love you I love you.

———

They were woken up by banging on their door. Ice didn't want to move. 

“Go away, we're sleeping.”

“Get up, freaks! Stop banging your boytoy and come on!” Slider yelled from outside.

Pete stirred and Ice wanted to burn a hole in the door. “What's going on?” He was so cute when he was sleepy.

“Slider's about to get castrated.”

“Oh. Loser.” He buried his head deeper into Tom’s chest.

He could hear Goose’s laughter from outside. He sighed and kissed Pete's hair. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“We have to get up.”

“Don't wanna.”

“I know, but Slider is gonna break down the door if we don't, and I don't want to pay that fee.”

Pete sighed and unhooked himself from Tom. He pressed a kiss to his cheek before sliding off the bed to go open the door.

Tom stared as Pete sauntered to the door, unashamed. He was gonna kill Slider for ruining his morning, but maybe he'd thank him for being the reason it happened in the first place. 

Nah, he'd just kick his ass.