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KEEP GIVING MORE AND FEEDING ME!!! IM LIKE A PLANT AND ANY CARBON U FEED ME WILL BE TURNED INTO OXYGEN FOR U TO BREATHE!!!!

and GAHHAG the amount of times i’ve watched tgm and the hours i’ve pored over the characters trying to figure out their characterization…

now trying to reach into ur brain and turn these concepts tangible… ITS SO FUN PLS DONT STOP FEEDING ME

back at it again with another prompt that i don’t have the skills to write

someone please please write a first kiss scene with hangman and rooster that starts with like, rooster successfully completing a mission to a task or something

but he did it by doing something really risky, and expects jake to be all pumped but instead he’s PISSED and goes on this whole rant about how irresponsible rooster is with his life

bla bla something where he says just cause he’ll always be there to save him doesn’t mean rooster should give him a reason to??

the ‘i nearly lost you once’ vibe, anyway, there’s some pushing and shoving and ‘don’t tell me how to live my life etc. and then things get rlly quiet, and then this is where i stop cause like

i CANT write kiss/sex scenes for the life of me so someone please help!!!!!!!!!

@milestellerpornstache i’m begging u

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SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY MY LOVE

— let me show you (with a kiss)

he’s still shaking when he lands on the carrier. “real risky, rooster,” he hears, but doesn’t process over the thrum of his adrenalized heartbeat in his ears. rooster’s eyes are scanning through the crowd of gathered people for one person only.

and then he sees him, brushing his way through the mass of people. rooster’s face cracks into a grin.

“did you hear everyone yelling at me on comms when i left the fleet to get the fighter jet?” he asks, but jake isn’t smiling. he shoves him, hard, and rooster stumbles three steps back. “shit, man, what’s your damage?”

“what is wrong with you?”

he didn’t expect that one. rooster steps forward, and he’s confused. “what are you talking about?”

“you’re lucky you didn’t get killed,” jake is yelling, and rooster doesn’t understand at all. “pulling a move like that, breaking away and doing your own shit. you’re not invincible, bradshaw!”

rooster stares back with eyes wide in shock, before his brows knit into anger. he doesn’t know why he says it, but he breaks like a dam.

“you jealous you couldn’t do it yourself, hangman? i knew you wanted to fly this mission but it’s not my fault you didn’t get chosen.”

it stings, and he almost regrets saying it as soon as it leaves his mouth. he steels and jake clenches his jaw. almost.

“i don’t care about the mission, damn it,” he replies, and he’s exasperated. there’s something desperate in his eyes but he bites onto his bottom lip, as if his mouth wouldn’t allow him to say it. rooster wanted to know so badly.

“then why— you’ve never cared about doing something risky before,” rooster says. “why the hell are you on my back about it now?”

it takes one second, and then two. jake blinks and then he crosses the space between them in one step, grabs onto the front of rooster’s uniform, pulls him roughly by the collar—

—and kisses him on the mouth.

rooster stills as if frozen to the spot before he thaws, eyes falling shut as his hands find their way around jake’s waist and he pulls him even closer. he’s not sure if it’s the sea or if he can really feel the world spinning faster, but he feels unsteady on his feet.

he pulls away and they’re still holding onto each other like lifelines. jake’s eyes are wide and green and hopeful. “jake,” he starts, but nothing else follows. his brain feels like a fried circuit.

“that’s why,” jake responds, and his voice sounds slightly worn. a small smile lights up his eyes and it takes a beat— but rooster can’t help but return it.

“and you came at me for being risky,” he finally comments. all at once, it’s like everything and nothing has changed.

jake shoves his arm and walks off with a fond sigh, leaving rooster feeling slightly stupid and very warm. it almost doesn’t feel real. he smiles. almost.

he doesn’t spare a second to chase after him.

op you keep making me go cray cray and stupid over these two bc i’m brainrotting so hard after every prompt PLS KEEP EM COMING

back at it again with another prompt that i don’t have the skills to write

someone please please write a first kiss scene with hangman and rooster that starts with like, rooster successfully completing a mission to a task or something

but he did it by doing something really risky, and expects jake to be all pumped but instead he’s PISSED and goes on this whole rant about how irresponsible rooster is with his life

bla bla something where he says just cause he’ll always be there to save him doesn’t mean rooster should give him a reason to??

the ‘i nearly lost you once’ vibe, anyway, there’s some pushing and shoving and ‘don’t tell me how to live my life etc. and then things get rlly quiet, and then this is where i stop cause like

i CANT write kiss/sex scenes for the life of me so someone please help!!!!!!!!!

@milestellerpornstache i’m begging u

#here you go #this is both so good for me and so terrible #rach writes for fun #hangman x rooster #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #hangster #rooster x hangman #sereshaw #top gun: maverick #top gun maverick #hangman #rooster

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letters from tom kazansky.

the idea of ice never telling maverick he loved him until it was too late. he always showed it in his actions— he kept maverick in the sky, let him do what he knew maverick couldn’t be maverick without. played guardian angel for years, up until his very last days, knowing his last spoken words were for his maverick. but he never said it.

the idea of ice knowing he didn’t have long after the sickness came back and he loses his voice, so he starts writing letters— confessions— addressed to pete “maverick” mitchell, signing off with a resigned love, tom.

the idea of him being scared all of his life to use his voice, and then ironically losing it before he ever gets the chance to say how he felt. it almost hurts to laugh about it. he did love sarah, a letter notes. loved her enough to give her children and raise a family. but it was never like that, not in the way sarah loved him for the first few years of their marriage. she wondered why he could never tell her he loved her. eventually, she understood.

the idea of sarah pulling maverick aside after the ceremony, grim-faced and dressed in black. “he wanted you to have this,” she tells him solemnly. “tom— he loved you so much.” she gives no other explanation. it’s a bundle of envelopes from different dates from the past year, wrapped in black ribbon. he swallows down the tears and doesn’t read it because he knows if he does, he’ll shatter.

when he does read it, it’s after they make it back alive by sheer luck. “it’s that kazansky of yours,” cyclone comments when they’re alone, hand on his shoulder and eyes a cross between stern and fond. “damn you, maverick. angel on your side.”

he believes it.

maverick doesn’t cry when he reads every last one. he’s biting back the heat in his eyes but he smiles, his fingers trace the familiar handwriting, half-thinking in his head that maybe he should have known. but he doesn’t fully accept that. because he did.

i’ve loved you since i was twenty-seven, ice had written, handwriting fluid as if there was no hesitation. maverick already had every curve in every letter memorized in his head. he wonders what it would have been like if they both weren’t so afraid. but i hope you already knew that.

i do know, tom, he thinks. i do.

#icemav #iceman x maverick #top gun 1986 #top gun: maverick #maverick x iceman #maverick #iceman #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #top gun #rach writes for fun

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i love how we as a collective hive mind have decided that the chronological order of hangster’s relationship goes from strangers to friends to fwbs/hookups to rivals to friends to lovers because. that’s a lot of steps. i think it’s impressive we all just Got That and agreed as a general consensus

actually it’s not that impressive bc that’s the only way any of their weird ass tension could make sense BUT STILL

anyways i love the hangsters, we’re like an ant colony

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here u go, op <3

there’s no clear way to explain how they ended up in their predicament.

“you two are going to be watching the back door,” phoenix told them about an hour ago. and how that led to hands pressing him against the doorway of the hard deck and hot breath against his lips… is beyond him.

it goes like this:

penny asks phoenix to help her plan a goodbye celebration for maverick. “she wants it to be a surprise, so you guys keep him out of it,” she tells to the two teams (payback and fanboy on the front entrance, hangman and rooster at the back). she stares them down and they all blanch.

“don’t say anything suspicious, got it?”

coyote and bob follow her into the bar with their respective bags of decorations and party favors as hangman’s head hits the wood. “great,” he comments. “it’s hot as balls outside.”

“you’d think penny would just take him boating until six,” rooster sighs. “or anything, really. there are ways to keep a man busy.”

he crinkles his nose in amusement. “way to be subtle about your uncle’s sex life.”

rooster sputters. “that’s not what i—” he doesn’t finish his thought, huffing. “i really don’t like you.”

hangman smiles to himself. it’s its own victory, in a way.

it’s a long wait and they make small conversation. talking to rooster is like treading on a room full of smoke and a million shards of glass. he doesn’t know which step might be the wrong one.

“it’s different being back at top gun this time, isn’t it?” it’s a safe enough question, open-ended and vague.

“very,” rooster responds. it’s clipped, cautious.

“better?”

rooster doesn’t answer, and it’s impossible to tell what he’s thinking behind those darkened aviators. he swallows and looks out to the beach. “both times had their own… pros and cons.”

he wonders what rooster would consider them as.

“i kind of miss it,” hangman says suddenly, surprising them both.

rooster’s brow twitches but his face remains otherwise impassive. “you do?” maybe he’s imagining it, but there’s a strain of hope there.

before he responds, his voice dies in his throat. maverick is heading up the walkway with his motorcycle helmet tucked under one arm and he panics. “he’s here,” he blurts quickly. “maverick— he’s here.”

rooster glances back and in the fraction of a second, places his hands onto the curves of hangman’s waist, shoving him back against the wood. it punches a breath out of him.

“what are you—?”

“i’m going to kiss you,” rooster states, all factual, and hangman’s like a match sputtering in a cup of water.

“bradley,” he says, and then rooster lives up to his words and kisses him. he kisses him hard. like it didn’t have anything to do with maverick, and everything to do with the two of them.

for a long beat, it’s just them. and his hands are twisting into rooster’s shirt like he’s trying to imprint the moment into his veins.

he doesn’t have to open his eyes to see how maverick retreats with a chuckle, saying something that sounds like, “should have seen it coming,” and then the footsteps recede into nothing.

and then rooster pulls back. they’re breathing hard and hangman doesn’t know where to look. where would anyone even look after something like that?

hesitantly, he reaches upward and pushes the sunglasses off of his face, carding it back into the strands of dirty blond hair. rooster blinks rapidly and his pupils are blown into depths of ink black.

it takes a moment to process. slowly, he starts to smile. “you kind of miss it, too,” he accuses smugly, a little fondly.

rooster stares back, almost defiant. “maybe i do.”

hangman wants to kiss him again. “you look good,” he says, and rooster’s face breaks as he laughs.

“shut your damn mouth, seresin.”

someone write a ‘fictional kiss for the purpose of not blowing their cover’ (like jake and amy in b99 u know the scene) scene with rooster and hangman please i’m begging you

PLEASE

#hangman x rooster #rach writes for fun #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #rooster x hangman #hangster #sereshaw #top gun: maverick #top gun maverick #hangman #rooster

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no i won’t be taking criticism

#top gun: maverick #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #natasha phoenix trace #robert bob floyd #top gun maverick #hangman #rooster #phoenix #bob #top gun

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whatever happened between Rooster and Hangman is this fandom's What Happened In Budapest

#OP YOURE SO RIGHT #like we don’t know what they did but we Know What They Did #i think it’s general consensus that they were like a friends to fwbs to rivals to friends to lovers #why are we so complicated #and why are we right #hangster

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…yeah

#we are all connected #this hive mind is my dream blunt rotation #top gun: maverick #top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #hangman #hangster #rooster #rooster x hangman #top gun #glen powell #hangman x rooster #miles teller #natasha phoenix trace #phoenix #coyote #jake seresin #robert floyd #bob floyd #payback #fanboy

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mom said it’s my turn to pick the coping mechanism

#top gun: maverick #rooster x hangman #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun maverick #hangman #rooster #hangster #top gun #hangman x rooster #glen powell #miles teller

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hey guys, if you live in the us like i do, you’ve probably heard about the overturning of roe v. wade. i think i’m going to be taking a bit of a mental break because i guess gay marriage/relationships are also being debated on the table and reality is just horrific right now, to the point where i’m crying at work in the bathroom because i can’t even be in my home hearing this news.

that being said, i just want to say that if you are using fiction or media consumption as escapism in a means of coping, please don’t let anyone tell you you’re invalid or anything other. we all cope very differently in these times and i know especially now, people have been harassing this fanbase because they feel it isn’t politically correct. i feel like now more than ever, this is going to be true.

no matter what, don’t let anyone tell you how to cope with this. the best thing you can do now is use your voice. donate to abortionfunds.org if you can, and share it to friends and family if you can’t.

if you live in a state that is abortion-hostile and you need contraceptives or abortion pills, get your information from plancpills.org or reprolegalhelpline.org.

above all, take a break for yourself if necessary. just remember that we are stronger together and we are not alone.

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in case anyone wanted a 5k rooster and hangman pwp enemies to (redacted for surprise) fic, you’ve struck gold! some of the tags included are:

angry sex | intimacy | one-night stands | pet names | praise kink

of course, i’m not evil. it has a happy ending, promise!

my sweetheart (where are you?)

summary:

It wasn’t Rooster’s fault.

Rooster didn’t know how Hangman could possibly know about his dad, but he did. And unfortunately, it caught him off guard, so he did all he could do and snapped. It backfired and everything seemed to be falling into pieces with the mission only pressing closer.

He doesn't expect what comes next. He doesn't expect to see him in the darkened hallway that evening. He doesn't expect himself to willingly follow Hangman into the darkness of his room, lock sliding shut as soon as they enter.

It only takes one hit to become addicted.

And he doesn't know what to do about it.

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for you, i would ruin myself (a million little times) — how hangman met rooster.

—————

they shook hands in nevada the summer of 2010.

it reminded jake of grabbing onto the live wire fencing that ran around the ranch his grandparents owned in his early teenage years; electric, a stab to the heart. they were all younger then, and they still thought the world was built to be conquered by them and them alone.

he knew rooster would be something vicious, something dangerous. it excited him inexplicably.

they both wanted a grandeur beyond their capabilities, the illusion of youth invincibility stretching a tense cord between them until it stretched too thin. rooster wanted to be the best and jake wanted to be better.

it was no surprise they were always bound to snap.

jake enrolled at top gun with a one-track mind and little else than the clothes on his back. he was there to graduate and finish at the top of his class and friends weren’t on his list of priorities. he doesn’t predict the heavy-breathed hookup with bradley “rooster” bradshaw in a hastily-booked, darkened motel room of all damned people.

it was an accident, is what he told himself. a night in vegas on a saturday after a long day of flying on base led to loose inhibitions and he was never one to not give into his desires. even if he was, he knew he wouldn’t have stopped, still.

if anything, it was a one night stand. or, it should have been. one night became two and two devolved into something as familiar as his own body. they never talked about it in the light, and jake never stayed after dark. there was something unspoken and he didn’t poke that bear.

until jake forgot to think with his head and rooster stained his life like an overturned cartridge of night-black ink. and the stain became insatiable.

all it took was moments of after sex more tender than it should have been. all it took was their secretive glances shared like notes passed between schoolyard friends. all it took was hearing his given name fall from his lips in a split-second of ecstasy and he crumbled into dust.

he wanted more than parking lot touches beneath an orange street lamp’s glow. he yearned to see rooster with the lights on, to see him intimately and deliberately.

like the idiot he was, he asked for something he could never dream of receiving.

every painstaking wall that had fallen for him rebuilt itself in a single moment. rooster wasn’t ready— he never said it, but jake knew.

he never said anything after that, either.

they graduated and jake heard rooster would be stationed in key west. one thousand six hundred and ninety miles away from where he would be sent.

it should have been easy to get over such a fleeting affair. and yet every attempt at intimacy afterward felt like a fraction of what he knew things had been. knowing he would never see rooster again should have shut the case, but it never did.

the cycle repeats.

almost a decade later, rooster walks through the door of the beachside bar in civilian clothing and that cool expression that he didn’t know he missed so badly. all he says are four words but they make his blood turn to ice.

“hangman,” he begins, and his words are hesitant if anything at all. he ghosts over adjectives the way he used to play his cards so close.

he does it still.

“you look…good.” he says it like it’s hard to say and jake feels every single memory and chokeheld feeling rise to the surface of his skin like oil on rain-slick pavement. it wasn’t fair, but they were never ones to play clean.

“i am good, rooster,” he responds, because it’s all he can say. rooster looks at him like he’s obnoxious and it feels like no time has passed at all. jake looks up and smiles. “i’m very good.”

this time, the cycle breaks.

“don’t call me kid, don’t call me baby / look at this godforsaken mess that you’ve made me / you showed me colors you know i can’t see with anyone else” — illicit affairs by taylor swift

#top gun: maverick #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #hangster #top gun maverick #hangman #rooster #rooster x hangman #top gun #glen powell #miles teller #hangman x rooster #rach writes for fun #these bitches gay #good for them #jake seresin #bradley bradshaw

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when the other half of this fandom is straight conservative old white men, we just gotta stand our ground

#guys i’m so mentally unwell rn #good thing i have this hyperfixation lol hahhahahahahh #top gun: maverick #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #hangman #hangster #rooster #rooster x hangman #top gun #glen powell #hangman x rooster #miles teller #natasha phoenix trace #phoenix

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when hangman comes out to phoenix, it’s accidental.

they’re walking back to the crowded common area side by side when he tells her emphatically, “i’d ask if any of these guys were your type, but it seems you’re more guy-ish than most of them.”

phoenix scoffs, unsure of whether she should take it as a compliment or not. “i’ve never been a dick kinda girl, seresin,” she comments, eyes rolling with a shake of her head.

“that makes one of us,” comes the immediate response, before he notices what he’s said.

phoenix stops in in the doorway and peers at him curiously. “i should be surprised,” she says, “but it doesn’t surprise me.”

he isn’t sure whether he should take it as a compliment or not.

when he comes out to rooster, it couldn’t have been more obvious.

it’s the night after they survived hell and back. he thinks, fuck it, and he’s grabbing rooster before they make it into the hard deck, pulling him in after being unable to express how he felt through eyes alone. he hugs him tight, like he’s afraid of losing him again or something.

phoenix sighs out loud and slams the door shut behind her. hangman doesn’t even notice.

“i could fucking kiss you,” he swears, pulling back. “you’re alive and i could fucking kiss you right now.”

he’s aware their friends have left them behind and they were probably already on their first round of drinks. and yet he stares as if he’s almost out of time.

rooster’s not wearing those stupid aviators anymore. hangman can see him eye to eye in a way he’s never been able to before, in a way that feels so deliberate. and they crease when he smiles, just slightly.

“didn’t know you cared that badly,” he responds calmly, and he takes a step back.

but hangman takes another step forward.

rooster’s brow lifts and hangman looks down at his shoes, exhaling a small laugh. “let me buy you a drink,” he says.

rooster crosses his arms. his eyes are challenging and hangman never backs down. “and what way should i take this offer?”

hangman doesn’t fight the grin that forms on his face.

“say yes and find out.”

#top gun: maverick #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x hangman #top gun maverick #hangman #hangster #top gun #rooster #hangman x rooster #top gun fanfiction #glen powell #miles teller #rach writes for fun

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greg: *goes live for two minutes*

greg: *shows his dog???*

greg: *ends the live*

#i was so confused??? #i was just sitting in the car and he went live #so i went on it and he just. turned the camera around #pointed it at the dog??? #and then ended it??? #top gun: maverick #javy coyote machado #coyote #top gun #greg davis #top gun maverick

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HELP THE BOTTOM RIGHT IS SO FUNNY???? also the fact that these are all in different scenes just implies that he keeps thinking about it literally at all times of the day

okay but the homoeroticism of taking care of each other's wounds,,,

In an instance where hangman or rooster gets injured during a recon mission, I would like to think both of them have some knowledge on basic first aid. And obviously the tensions are always high with these two, but in that very moment, it's quiet. No teasing remarks, no shouting, just the air around them being sharp enough to cut like a knife.

Then someone snaps.

And Hangman, he's telling Rooster to get better.

To stop holding back.

To stop thinking.

To stop acting like he can risk his life anytime.

Because Hangman can't afford that. He can't watch Rooster fly out there and hope to God every time, that he'll come home in one piece.

And this time Rooster doesn't get angry, doesn't fight back with his usual spunk. He's curious. He looks at Hangman with his face battered and his body littered with blood and scratches.

There's only one question in Rooster's mouth and it's a transparent: Why? Why do you care so much?

For the first time in the many years of their acquaintance, Rooster has managed to silence Hangman with just one look. The blond doesn't respond, only continues to apply pressure on Rooster's wounds.

The silence drags on and it's in that moment Rooster notices just how gentle Hangman has been with him, just how tender he's been with his wounds, with the way his eyes linger in concern. It suddenly clicks. It's not hatred. It's not because Hangman likes to fuck with him on purpose.

It's because he cares.

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