#TOP GUN

[southerngothichorror08]

nice to see you also, bradley

Miles Teller as Lieutenant Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Top Gun: Maverick (2022) dir. Joseph Kosinski

[kcsplace]

Top Gun Silliness

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

Inspired by a scene from he's written mine on my upper thigh only in my mind by @hangmanbradshaw !! (hella good hangster fake dating au go read it yall)

i legit had to stop reading to start sketching this cuz my brain was so consumed with the visual that i could not focus on reading at all👍

alt version + closeup +sketch below

[embersareout9]

I JUST SAW A GIRL AT MY COLLEGE WEARING A RECREATION OF MAVERICK'S LEATHER JACKET??? LIKE I WANT TO KNOW WHERE SHE GOT IT AND SHIT BUT I'VE GOT LECTURE SOBBING

[vivwritesfics]

Hey! I would like to request a Jake Seresin x Reader fic (if you don't want to, that's no problem as well :))

I was thinking about Reader meeting Jake for the 1st time at the beach while he was playing dogfight football with the squad. They hit it off and after a few dates they start dating. But the thing is, that Reader's friends don't call him Jake, they call him Lt. Tits. Reader does not correct them because she thinks it's hilarious but she hasn't told him yet.

However, one day, she introduces Jake to her friends and one of them accidentally calls him Lt. Tits. Although they brush it off and change the topic quickly, it's on Jake's mind for a long time.

You can take this in any direction you want to.

P.S bonus points if they pronounce Lieutenant the English way and not the American way lol

Thanks and have a great day/night!

"Oh my god, it's really Lieutenant Tits!"

In her defence, Mallory hadn't meant to say it so loud. It was supposed to be between the two of you, not something for Jake to hear.

Lieutenant Tits. You wanted to die. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole right then and there. Your friends looked equally as embarrassed, but they recovered faster than you, giggling as they looked between you and Jake.

"Huh?" Jake couldn't help but ask as he looked at you, head cocked t the side. "Lieutenant what?"

Don't repeat it. Don't repeat it. Don't repeat it.

"Tits!"

You didn't know who shouted it, but you could have killed them. But, since you didn't know who it was, you levelled them all with a glare. "I hate you all."

Jake's hand was warm on your back. Maybe he was trying to be comforting, but you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. "Who is Lieutenant Tits?" He asked, but you were almost certain he knew. He wasn't the dumb slut he tried to portray himself as.

You finally looked at him. "Who do you think?"

He pointed at himself and you gave a nod.

Jake stepped closer to you. His hands were on your hips and he held you close as he looked at your friends, wearing that ever charming smile. "So, why am I Lieutenant Tits?" He asked, squeezing your hip gently.

Shit, you really liked this guy.

"Well," Mallory started, grinning. "Miss missy over here-" She pointed at you "- told us about how you two met at the beach. She literally couldn't stop talking about you, but the only part any of us remembered was 'The tits on him!'" She used air quotations for those last four words, watching as your embarrassment grew.

"The name just stuck," Jess continued, shrugging her shoulders. "Every time she went on a date with you, someone would put 'How is Lieutenant Tits?' in the groupchat."

Jake stood up straighter, seemingly puffing out his chest. Proving them right, it looked like.

"Oh my God!" Shouted Harriet. "He really is Lieutenant Tits!"

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Finally together again, post-mission

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[24hrfrog]

top gun fixation is now tamed. im so busy i cant read myself, however i found out abt podfics. maybe its not… wanted to see if muscle memory kicked in on how to draw the fellas

lmk if yall have fic recs

[epistolarymoon]

not to be all "i've connected the dots" "you haven't connected shit" but this exact scene parallel is how i've been convincing all my friends to watch 9-1-1

[fantasticpeacestarfish]

Same, Fanboy.. same

Top Gun Silliness

[torchflies]

Hi TG Fandom! So I was listening to my divorced dad rock playlist on the way to work…

Now I can’t stop thinking of Ice screaming along to Daughtry and Creed while Bradley sits beside him in the car rider drop-off line like:

Y’all can't tell me Ice wouldn't be banging on his steering wheel and screaming the lyrics to Over You.

[echoric]

i have a passion for the homoerotic subtext of war media from the 1900s and early 2000s before hollywood was scared to be gay 💔˙◠˙

[filmesbrazil]

[oopsiedaisiesbaby]

Icemav or MOTA for the hurt/comfort please! But I would actually be opening to maybe learning about some new fandoms too

Oooh buckle up baby! This is definitely missing some of my fav’s and is not a full list, some are more angst than hurt/comfort, but just a jumping off point ❤️ Mostly MOTA b/c I’ve been in my h/c era with that fandom lately lol

MOTA:

Buck x Bucky

To the Moon and Back by @rambleonwaywardson (i physically felt this one in my gut at times)

my kingdom for a kiss upon on your shoulder by @swifty-fox (changed me fundamentally and there’s an ongoing sequel from John’s POV)

Reverie by @avonne-writes (idk if there’s words for this one other than ouch but i loved it)

nothin’ but blue skies from now on by @majorbuckyegan (read the whole series, i promise you won’t regret it, but this one in particular is everything)

Tough and Sweet (Like You and Me) by @johnslittlespoon (ongoing and i am unhealthily obsessed)

Close and Yet Closer by Anonymous (holy shit. that’s all. holy shit)

Brady x Benny

understanding in a plane crash by @swifty-fox (goddamn that’s all i gotta say)

Here I am (right here with you) by StevieWicks45 (ongoing and getting me right in the feels)

second string series by @reallylilyreally (not tagged as such but i am counting it because yes)

Top Gun:

Hangman x Rooster

Let Me Face the Hurricanes by Cristinuke (ouch. just ouch. captivity hurt)

I want to brainwash you into loving me forever by @hangmanbradshaw (i love this one so fucking much)

Ice x Mav

The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Eclair_Fair98 (first TG fic I ever read and it’s still on my mind almost every day)

i’ll ride in this life with you by @sassenach082 (ongoing, i have reread this fic more than a couple of times)

Stranger Things:

confession… I don’t read a lot of h/c for this fandom but there’s some incredible ones if you give it a chance!

Billy x Steve

Under the Covers by @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger (this is hurt/comfort just the way you want it)

Eddie x Jason

But I’m a Cheerleader by @shieldofiron (hoo boy this one got me good)

Harry Potter:

bet y’all didn’t see that coming… another one of my OG fandoms I don’t talk about much but still lurk lol

Remus x Sirius

Sweater Weather by @lumosinlove (hockey au that took me out in a good way)

Also I don’t know/remember everyone’s tumblr’s off the top of my head so feel free to tag authors I missed and I can update with their @‘s 😊

[tisayemate]

Vaporised

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader (callsign Vapour)

Fluff

Summary: Vapour teaches Hangman to put his mouth where his money is.

AN: tomorrow’s my birthday!! (Yup, sharing the same birthday as Scarlett Johansson and Mark Ruffalo 🥹)

Story under the cut:

Hangman was in rare form that morning—if by "rare" you meant absolutely, maddeningly, always insufferable.

The squadron had barely settled into the briefing room when Jake "Hangman" Seresin made it his mission to antagonize everyone in his orbit.

"Rooster, you planning to keep that mustache after I wipe the floor with you today?" he quipped, leaning back in his chair. "Or is it aerodynamic enough to help you fly better?"

Rooster shot him a flat look. "Shouldn’t you be studying the rulebook, Seresin? I hear you keep forgetting what 'teamwork' means."

Jake laughed, loud and carefree. "What can I say? I don’t need teamwork when I’ve got skill. I’m just built different."

"Built irritating," Phoenix muttered under her breath, earning a smirk from Bob.

In the corner of the room, you—call sign Vapour—remained silent, arms crossed, and gaze steady on the whiteboard. You had no intention of getting involved in Jake’s antics. He’d teased you enough in the past, despite the fact you barely spoke to him.

“Awfully quiet over there, Vapour,” Jake called out, turning his attention to you. “What’s the matter? Saving all your words for your post-match excuses?”

You didn’t even glance at him. “I, unlike some, don’t waste words,” came your reply.

That earned a round of "oohs" from the others, and even Hangman seemed momentarily caught off guard before recovering with a grin. “We’ll see if your flying’s as sharp as your tongue.”

The reason you were called Vapour wasn’t a mystery to anyone. During a training exercise, you’d pulled off a miracle landing with barely a drop of fuel left, earning you the respect of the instructors and the envy of a certain cocky aviator. Jake had never stopped trying to one-up you since.

Today’s dogfight simulation would be the perfect battleground.

Up in the air, Hangman’s taunts were relentless.

“Vapour, you sure you’re up there? Haven’t seen you all game,” he teased over the comms. “Or maybe that’s just your style—light and forgettable.”

Phoenix groaned. “Do you ever shut up, Seresin?”

“I’m just providing commentary,” he replied. “Gotta make things interesting while I mop the floor with you.”

You stayed quiet, focusing on your maneuvers. You weren’t interested in banter—you had one goal: take Hangman down.

Jake was good. Annoyingly good. But he was also predictable. He liked flashy moves and big risks, and you had no problem using that against him. You let him chase you for a while, luring him into a false sense of control.

“Gotcha now, Vapour,” he said smugly, locking onto your tail.

“Do you?” you replied, your voice finally cutting through the comms.

With a sharp roll and a sudden cutback, you slipped out of his sights and got behind him instead. Jake’s curses filled the channel as you locked on and fired the simulated kill shot.

“Hangman, you’re tagged,” Maverick announced.

Silence.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Jake Seresin had nothing to say.

“Vapour!,” Rooster cheered. “Finally someone shut him up!”

You smirked, leveling your jet and heading back to base. 

Back on the ground, Jake’s usual swagger was noticeably absent as the team debriefed. Rooster, Phoenix, and the others took turns mocking him, clearly reveling in his defeat.

Jake made a beeline for you afterward, his expression unreadable.

“Vapour,” he said, folding his arms. “You got lucky.”

You arched an eyebrow. “Luck? Or maybe you’re just all talk.”

For once, he didn’t have a comeback. He just stood there, staring at you like he was trying to figure you out.

Before he could say anything else, you gave him a pat on the shoulder. “You know Hangman’s actually the perfect name for someone who just got left swinging in the wind.”

And with that, you walked off, leaving him standing there—thoroughly humbled.

[heart0fclay]

if Top Gun ‘86 happened today i can fully imagine Maverick being a twitter thot and poor Goose waiting outside their shared bathroom like “mav stop it we have training in 10 minutes”