#Rueben Fitch

[sunlightmurdock]

“Hey, listen, uhh… we fucked up.”

[indynerdgirl]

The TGM fandom is absolutely sleeping on a truly amazing thing that happens on carries that has all kinds of possibilities in a fic: the swim call!

In all of the TGM fanfiction I've read over the past year, I have yet to come across a single mention of a swim call. What is a swim call, you ask? It's when those on a carrier are given a day off to literally jump off the side of the ship and swim around in the middle of the ocean.

They also have what are called Steel Beaches which is when they have a giant cookout on the flight deck. Another thing I've yet to see in a TGM fic.

Like, look how much fun this 4th of July one is!

Also, apparently the ships have fishing gear on board so people can fish when the ship has down time.

So to all of the awesome fic writers out there in the TGM fandom, I hope this post has inspired you to maybe give our favorite squad of naval aviators some summer fun while they're stuck on a carrier during a deployment.

Because country boys Jake & Bob would totally be egged on into a hilarious fishing contest by Mickey & Javy (who also started a canon ball contest that might have gotten a bit out of control), Bradley would absolutely bring a guitar or an electric keyboard with him, and Natasha & Reuben absolutely dominate the corn hole tournament. Meanwhile, Mav & Hondo are just relaxing on deck with a couple of beers, ignoring whatever shenanigans the squad is getting up to.

[notroosterbradshaw]

notroosterbradshaw’s 3k-ish follower celebration (spread the love, rec yourself)

well, holy shit. ok. i admit, i was going to do a massive challenge, get 50 or so prompts and let you guys let me know what you wanted to write. but nope. changed my mind. there are a few challenges out there now atm were going to do this a bit differently.

SPREADING THE LOVE

Send me an ask and consider:

Is there an amazing fic/writer we should know about that must be put out there to the wider audience? REQUIRED: please tell us about their fic(s), and why it floats your boat. 

Do they create fan art/mood boards/playlists that are incredible? Which is your favourite and why? REQUIRED: link me. Show me why they are so divine.

Do they leave the most remarkable comments on your creations and you’re all 🥰 (and just goo when you read and re-read their amazing reviews)?

Are they just too amazing for this hellsite and deserve a special shout-out? REQUIRED: what makes them so special? 

REC YOURSELF

We write for reasons only we can tell ourselves. We all have that fic that stands out for you and only you. Tell me, what fic is your baby? Give me a blurb and a link and let me signal boost it to let other’s hear all about it too! 

I will start publishing Spreading the Love and Rec Yourself from Sat 27 May x

And thanks again for every follow… except if you’re underage (it’s right there, clear as day that this blog is 18+) or you’re a bot. Thank you for every comment, ask, reblog, fic rec… likes. It’s been so much fun, thank you for being so supportive and wonderful x

[bobby-r2d2-floyd]

Behind the Glass (an NHL x TGM crossover)

San Diego, CA. The newest city to put in for a bid for an NHL expansion team. Why California needed a fourth team, no one really knew, but no one was going to complain either. Especially if it meant that people weren't having to drive up to Los Angeles or Anaheim (or even San Jose) to catch a game.

Enter: The San Diego Tomcats. Named after the retired F-14's and an homage to the Naval Base and Weapons School right there on North Island.

Expansion drafts were never fun for anyone; players leaving their teams, administration trying to make deals, fans losing their favorite players, searching for the best coach... but hockey players aren't the only people who have to relocate. Y/N Champaign, a.k.a Lens, an assistant NHL photojournalist who was working with the Pittsburgh Penguins was asked to move to San Diego to work with the Tomcats. While there, she does the one thing she swore to never do: fall in love with a hockey player.

A story of blood, sweat, tears, ice, cursing, and romance, Behind the Glass follows Lens as she navigates a new team, and new emotions.

The Team

players:

Bradley Bradshaw (C): Center, drafted from Washington Capitals

Rueben Fitch: Left Defense, drafted from Nashville Predators

Mickey Garcia (A): Left Wing, drafted from New York Rangers

Jake Seresin (A): Right Wing, drafted from Dallas Stars

Javy Machado: Right Defense, drafted from Boston Bruins

Robert Floyd: Goalie, drafted from St. Louis Blues

staff:

Beau Simpson: General Manager

Soloman Bates: Assistant General Manager

Tom Kazansky: Head Coach

Pete Mitchell: Assistant Coach

Bernie Coleman: goalie coach

Natasha Trace: Athletic Ttrainer

Y/N Champaign: Team Photojournalist

@cassiemitchell and i already are aware of each other writing a hockey fic, we literally talked about it so don't make it a thing to pit us against each other, we're friends. it's pure coincidence that positions are near identical

COMING SOON!

dm me to join the tag list or fill out the form here, the fic will be 18+ and I WILL be checking bios!

[callmemana]

Dad Hats & The Squads:

I don’t really know why, but if the dagger squad and chaos squad were to have a best dad hat competition these are the hats I think each member would wear. Please feel free to add to them if you find a better one. 🥰 Thank you for coming to my TedTalk!

Previous🧢|Next✨|

Hangy:

Roos:

Coyote:

Payback:

Fanboy:

Bob:

Phoenix:

Omaha:

Harvard:

[tigerlilywithering]

glass onion but the dagger squad:

bradley bradshaw - actor!!!! rich famous actor, kinda himbo maybe like the birdie jay of the group but much less offensive

jake seresin - kinda gives the miles bron of the group vibe, rich maybe old money, all hanging on to his ‘golden titties’

natasha trace - gives major claire debella vibes. maybe not a mother or anything but hardcore girlboss politician or lawyer or something like that

reuben fitch - IDK WHY BUT GIVING BENOIT BLANC VIBES?? like maybe the moustache just gives detective but in my mind hes benoit.

mickey garcia - he would probs be the duke of the group. defo not right wing mens rights vibe but gives twitch/yt streamer vibes maybe just a gamer?

javy machado - i cannot decide who he would be cs the only person left us cassandra/helen but he def does not give them vibes so maybe id make him an added person to the group and make andi an oc?? or shes just not part of this ig🤷‍♀️

robert floyd - def gives lionel vibes, super smart and nerdy, stylish and definitely quite scared of jake(miles) and finds it hard to say no to his demands

[hecate-steps-on-me]

Okay here we go original and TGM

[itsonlystatic]

Hello all, just spent the last two days drawing the helmets of all of our favorite aviators!! Enjoy! (And yes I also drew the background)

Might post again at some point with each individually, cause the quality leaves when I put them all together.

[beezelarts]

It’s done, folks!!!

I hope you like it♥️

If you are a fanfiction author: feel free to use this in your work. Just tell me beforehand ♥️

@hangstasparadise

[indynerdgirl]

Happy One Year Anniversary of when I saw Topgun: Maverick for the first time! 😆

[mrsbradshaw-seresin01]

Phoenix: Okay, so we're all going to Mav's house for Thanksgiving. Don't forget everyone is bringing something. I call the wine.

Payback: My wife makes an amazing turkey or ham. Depending on what we all want.

Rooster: Oh! Oh! I call the pumpkin pie!

Hangman: I think the pie should be apple.

Rooster: No, it should be pumpkin and I'm the one bringing it.

Coyote: I agree with Hangman, it should be apple.

Hangman: Told you so.

Rooster: I'm bringing pumpkin. End of discussion.

Maverick: My house, my rules. We are having a barbeque.

[hearts-4buck]

tgm textposts

[thiswaytwoinfinity]

Which of the daggers do you think you'd have to remind not to look directly at the sun during the eclipse?

I feel like Bradley for sure, possibly Mickey and Javy? Nat is torn between yelling at them to put their glasses back on and wanting to see if they really will go blind.

Bob, meanwhile, brought eclipse glasses for everyone and is hissing intensely at anyone who talks during it. (He's a space nerd through and through.)

Payback is taking dad photos of it by holding the glasses up to his phone camera and snapping a million times.

Jake wants to know how much longer they're all gonna stand there for. He thought it was cool for the first few minutes, but he can't stay still any longer.

And Mav is just pouting because he wasn't asked to fly one of the rockets NASA is launching towards the eclipse.

[sometimes-i-write-good]

Line of Sight

Top Gun: Maverick Jake “Hangman” Seresin x gn!WSOreader [no use of y/n]

1.8k | You’ve got to love how glasses can make even the hottest man then times hotter

====

Genre: fluff, crushing

CW: swearing

A/N: I saw a photo of Glen Powell in glasses and now that’s all I ever want to see. (Also, I wrote this on mobile again. So extra apologies if it looks weird or there’s more typos!!) || cross-posted on ao3

===

===

“I don’t see why you can’t just get the surgery,” Jake said, settling further into the uncomfortable office chair. The kind that were made for ten minutes of sitting and not two hours. You clearly didn’t know that though because you’d spend the past two hours on your feet, pacing.

He hadn’t wanted to spend his weekend this way. With you dragging him to various doctors appointments. He actually had a full day of cardio and lifting planned out before beers at the bar tonight, but he couldn’t turn you down once you gave him those puppy dog eyes. They were his favorite feature of yours, your eyes. He could get lost in them… and had on many occasions.

And here you were, trying on dozens of pairs of lenses that would be a barrier between him and Heaven itself.

“Because, Bagman,” you said, tilting your chin down slightly to stare at him over your latest pick. “I’m scared of those lasers fucking my eyes up.”

He scoffed. You were as bad a Rooster some days. Perched on a ledge watching life pass you by. At least you managed to keep Jake on his toes. As quick in the air as you were with your comebacks.

“How ‘bout these.” You pushed the pair up on the bridge of your nose and struck a pose that Jake could only roll his eyes at. “Hot, right?”

“You’re scared of lasers fucking up your eyes, B, but you go and pick out a frame that fucks up your whole face like that?”

If Hangman were looking - and he wasn’t - he could have sworn your face fell a bit at his comment.

Jake waved his hands at the wall. “Try on another one,” he said, purposefully avoiding looking at the small pile you’d already stacked on the technicians desk.

Off you went to peruse the wall of frames with your hands on your hips. Jake wasn’t entirely sure why you were so determined to find the perfect pair. The Navy didn’t exactly allow many choices. But you had been insistent on showing Jake every pair and he, rightfully so, had shot down every single one.

Perhaps slightly harsher than he’d been meaning to come off. It was unfair to take out the frustration of not being able to look you in the eye as well on you. Then again, they were your eyes.

Your eyes. Bright and fierce and blinding. Like the sun.

“I don’t understand what you have against glasses,” you called out to Hangman over your shoulder.

“I don’t know what you have against lasers,” he countered. When you didn’t respond, Jake let a smug smirk settle on his lips. “You could get contacts.”

He watched you shudder as you plucked another pair off the never ending wall of Jake Seresin torture devices. “And touch my eyes? No thank you.”

Jake sighed. You were impossible to reason with. Consistently so considering you’d been this way since he’d met you in flight school. It was how you’d gotten your callsign: Brick.

Because talking to you some days was like talking to a wall.

For obvious reasons, you took immediate offense to the name, but it stuck. Not everyone had the luxury of choosing their own callsigns in this job. One way or another you were going to end up with a nickname you hated. That’s just how the military worked. At least your commanding officers gave you a choice. Brick, bull, or mule. All stubborn. All equally as terrible.

You sulked for a week after that. Easily Jake’s favorite version of you because you had sought him out no matter where he was and hovered until he’d made some smart ass comment that brought a beautiful smile through. He’d always been the one to break down that wall, but you’d, steadily, build it right back up.

“I could put them in for you, B?” He offered, pinching the bridge of his nose, and squeezed his eyes shut hard. Jake was ready to craft you a new pair of eyes if it meant the pair of you could. Leave. This. Office.

“These,” you said, “these are the pair.”

“I don’t think…” but the words died on his lips as he lifted his head. Jake couldn’t do anything but stare. If you were to ask, he wouldn’t be able to tell you the date or year or his own name. All he would be able to do is tell you how stunning you looked.

You grinned, and it made him want to stand up and cross the office and take your face into his hands and kiss that stupid grin right off your face. Jake wouldn’t even mind if the frames of those glasses got in his way. They were ridiculously hot. “Yup.” You grinned wider at the heat working its way up his neck. “These are the ones.”

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat, unable to come up with a good reason for you to abandon this pair. “That’s the pair.”

“You should try some on, Hangman.” You tapped at the side of your frames, still wearing that stupid smile. It was so carefree that he couldn’t help but return it. “Who knows, you might like them.”

His smile flatlined and he crossed his arms. Pouty, like you had been when you asked him to come with today. “I won’t like it. I don’t wear glasses.” You shook your head at him. “I don’t! They’re a sign that I’m anything less than perfect and we can’t have that.”

“We can’t have that,” you echoed, rolling your eyes. “C’mon. I won’t tell anyone about your slip into mediocrity for one day.”

“I want to leave, Brick.”

“Not until you try on a pair of glasses.”

“No.” You crossed your arms at him, mimicking his posture. “I’m serious.”

The sigh you let out almost does Jake in. He’s tempted to try on every pair of glasses. Just to please you, but this asshole mask has been fixed firmly in place for so many years. There’s no sense is removing it to make room for glasses.

“I’m serious, too.” He made a show of making himself as comfortable as possible in this impossibly uncomfortable chair.

“Jake.”

“Nope.”

“Seresin.”

“Not happening.”

“Hangman.”

“Brick.”

“Wall.” You point at yourself.

And that’s when Jake realizes there’s no winning this fight. Not with you digging your heels in like this.

“Fine,” he relented. “One pair. So they better be good.” As soon as he said it, he regretted it. Giving a stubborn person like you a task demanding perfection. “Oh not those, please.”

Your hand hovered over a pair of Ray-Bans that look suspiciously like a different WSO’s. “Why not? They look good on Bob.”

“Glasses do not make a person more attractive.” Jake prided himself for the slightest moment on not stuttering during that little white lie, though he couldn’t bring himself meet your eye. You were too good at picking out his fibs. “I am not wearing Bob’s glasses.”

You shrugged, nonchalant. “They make Bob look hot.”

“You think Bob - callsign ‘Bob’ - is hot?” Something hot shot through Jake. Same as when he was up in the air and Rooster catches Mav’s praise instead of him. “Since when?”

“Since he stared giving you ego checks.” You plucked a pair of glasses off the wall in a haphazard, random fashion and make your way over to Jake. “Here,” you say, “these are going to look good.” You bend over to put a pair of thick-framed black glasses on his face. Completely opposite of the pair Bob wore. He smelled the detergent you used on your clothes on laundry duty last night. He tried hard not to look like he leaned in closer as you move away to look at him.

“Well?” Jake asked, bringing a hand up to monkey with them. “How do I look.”

“I’d be able to tell if you’d sit still for once in your life,” you huffed. Then stomped over to readjust them and Jake let himself bask in the warmth of your nearness a little longer. “You’re as bad as Payback.”

“You’re doing an awful lot of comparin’ today, B.” Hangman laughed as you stuck your tongue out him. His careful eyes watched you walk backward to take him in again. “So, verdict?”

“They’re- uh, you… you look fine.” The stony facade of flirting and nothing more has cracked. Jake can see by the way you fiddled with your fingertips and the part in your lips as you held back a sigh.

He sat up with a laugh. “You’re swooning!” Jake pulled himself out of his chair and reached for a mirror. The reflection that stared back was handsome. A scholar more than a smartass. If he ever matured, this would be the perfect way to show it.

“Okay, Narcissus.” You snatched the mirror from his hands. It is returned to the table. Face down. “Enough staring at yourself.”

“I’m more Adonis than Narcissus, wouldn’t you say?” He laughed at the groan you let out. “What? I can’t help how hot I am in glasses.”

“You’re dramatic.”

“I’m hot, but am I Bob hot?” He teased.

“Oh, shut up.” You plop down in the empty chair next to him, rubbing at your neck, and avoiding his eye.

“You’re turning red…” he said, lips quirking back into a devilish grin - “Don’t even think about finishing that sentence, Seresin!” - “Red as a brick!”

You rolled your eyes at his stupidity, and he was glad to still clearly see that glint of affection through your glasses. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“It kills the joke if I have to explain it, B.” He nudged you softly with his elbow. “I should have expected it, being the smartest one in the room and all.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me.” He pulled down his glasses to look at you over the tops of the frames.

“Not remotely.”

“Not enough to buy me lunch?”

You let out a laugh. He wanted to freeze that moment in time to capture this flirtatious laugh of yours. “Definitely not that much.”

“I just spent an entire Saturday following from doctor to dentist to doctor-”

“Fine,” you cut him off, “I’ll buy lunch, Bagman.”

“Dick.”

“Hey!” You snap your head to the side to look at him and use one finger to push your glasses down so that you’re staring Jake straight in the eye. “It’s Brick to you, sir.”

“That completely defeats the purpose of having glasses, you know.”

You smiled. He wanted to drop his gaze down to your lips but knew the implications that would hold. So, instead, he held your gaze.

“I know, I just want to look at you.”

His heart stuttered at your words. The two of you stare for longer than either of you had dared to push past before turning to look your separate ways. Maybe coming with wasn’t such a bad decision.

====

Tag list:

@rosiahills22

[sebsxphia]

me and @beachbabey have decided where we think top gun maverick characters would be from if it was set in the uk.

bob - devonshire

jake and javy - oxfordshire

bradley - newcastle

natasha - west london

rueben - wales

mickey - yorkshire

pete - essex

[wildbornsiren]

What major kink do we think each pilot would have? (And Rhett for funsies.)

Ooh lessgo

Nat has a foot fetish. Pretty toes, stocking, sexy shoes. Loves giving foot rubs, will give kisses and nibbles at the soles and toes.

Bradley likes to be degraded. "Silly boy, you're just a slut/toy/hole/tool for *me* to use. " knows high etiquette and will submit prettily.

Bob is a rigger. Silk and nylon ropes. Both for art and restriction.

Jake likes to put on a show. Exhibitionist whether he's dominat or submissive. He has done scenes with Brad where they've both been submissive.

Javy likes to watch. Favorite thing to do is have his partner masturbate for him. Either with toys, or fingers, he gets really aroused watching his partner hump things like pillows or the bed.

Rueben is vanilla. But he likes using toys, or having them used on him. Isn't threatened by them.

Mickey has an oral fixation. Like will eat/suck for *hours*. Wants his partners to wear his hickies with pride

Beau is a Dom. High etiquette lives it 100%.

Mav is a sweet little subby boy with a praise kink. Slight daddy kink.

Rhett is an exhibitionist. Praise kink. mommy kink