More than movie magic... 18/?
Hangster AU. Explicit (eventually). Jake is a Hollywood actor and Bradley is a stunt coordinator. Jake's about to make a few self-discoveries. So is Bradley.
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN
Chapter 16 is pretty much the only explicit chapter (so far), so you can skip it if you like, but it's not explicit by my standards, and it's very soft/tender.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“Well hey there…” Jake says, and now that he knows Bradley likes his Texan accent he makes no effort to temper it, but Bradley looks annoyed instead of amused or aroused and Jake hopes the annoyance isn’t directed at him. Not already.
“Hi. Can I talk to you real quick?”
“Uh, yeah, of course…”
Of course there are catcalls and Jake rolls his eyes, but his heart is beating fast, thundering in his ears, terrified that this is somehow going to be his shortest lived relationship ever. He doesn’t know what he’s projecting exactly, but Bradley’s reaching for him, lacing their fingers together and pulling him to the side, just out of the way and out of earshot from most people although he notes pretty much every eye in the room is turned their way.
“Hey. Hey calm down. We’re fine. You’re fine…”
Bradley has shifted, putting his back to the room, as if he’s protecting Jake from everyone, eyes flicking over his face and his expression is concerned. Fuck.
“Jake… you with me?”
“Yeah, sorry. Just… heard those words before and it’s generally not the start of a good conversation.”
“Sorry. Shit. I’m so sorry. I just need to tell you something, and I feel like I’m going to be apologizing a lot today. Nothing either of us did though, okay?”
“The photos?”
“Yeah. Mav’s seen them.”
“Mav?”
“Sorry. Pete. He’s on his way here because he called me from the air and he’s incapable of believing I can make my own life decisions.”
“Okay. That’s okay. I’ve met Pete before.”
“Yeah. You met professional-Pete, not parent-Pete. Different beast unfortunately. Just… if I could have kept him from meeting your mom until after we were married or something that’s how I would have played it, but, uh…”
“You’ve thought about us getting married?” Jake blurts out, surprised.
“Uh. No? Well. Not in detail exactly.”
All his feelings around Bradley second guessing his decision to be with him have just dissolved, and he knows he had no reason to doubt it, but also knows his brain isn’t a rational place sometimes. Instead he’s watching Bradley blush and look awkward and he’s definitely falling in love with him.
“I generally don’t start relationships with people I can’t imagine myself spending the rest of my life with? I’m thirty-five, I have a better idea of what I’m looking for. And I can imagine a future with you, so… here we are.”
“Oh. So why would Pete be worried about that?”
“God. This is not the place for that conversation. Just. I’ll tell you, but we have fifteen minutes before we’re meant to be on set and I need to tell you something else… He’s bringing Tom. His partner. Um.”
Jake has to admit he’s confused. Pete having a male partner doesn’t really explain why Bradley seems as worked up as he is.
“Okay. So it’s a man. You seriously don’t think I’d have a problem with that do you?” Jake asks, staring at him and gesturing between the two of them. Bradley is shaking his head though, like there’s more and Jake waits.
“Tom as in Tom Kazansky.”
“What?”
Okay then. That’s a name and a half. Jake knows who that is of course, but he never met the man, Kazansky being pretty much a recluse since his health scare a decade previous when Jake had only just started making a name for himself. Jake isn’t even sure he’d recognize the man, the photo used in any media one from over twenty years ago.
“Yeah. They’re… shit. Thought I’d have time to tell you and prepare you for how weird they are. They have… a complicated relationship. They’re both incredibly stubborn and agree that they love each other, but they also… well. Tom got cancer, so he called it all off, said Pete could find someone better, and that started a whole other fight, but it was the most ridiculous thing, arguing over who loved each other more. They’re both hopeless, but neither of them can see it.”
“Oookay…” Jake says slowly, his mind racing, because quite frankly he doesn’t care about Pete or Tom, he just wants Bradley to stop freaking out. “Bradley. They aren’t going to scare me off anymore than my family has scared you off.”
As he’d hoped that makes Bradley laugh and he can’t help his answering grin.
“I like your family.”
“Well, that’s good. God. We’ve got to get to set. Marcia is going to have my head.”
“I need to talk to her too, give her a heads up about Pete,” Bradley says, and he’s glancing over his shoulder then, eyes scanning the room and Jake reaches for his face and gets his attention before kissing him.
“Go. I’ll see you in the arena shortly. Hope you appreciate that I don’t have to do makeup today!”
… … …
He’s distracted as he watches Jake walk away, but only a little, because he needs to find Marcia and Arnold, let them know that Pete is coming, but only to visit him and not to be an ass and tread on another turf, despite that totally being Mav’s MO. He knows Mav is getting on and mutters about retiring, but whenever he’s not working Bradley has to deal with more of his bullshit than usual.
“Bradley, you haven’t eaten anything!” Aunty Kaye calls out, and he startles a little, turning toward her, because she’s not wrong, but he is going to be late to set.
“Uh, no, haven’t really had time yet. I did grab a protein bar. Thank you for that by the way,” Bradley says, and he hopes he isn’t blushing too badly.
“Hmm. That’s not proper food.”
“No, I know. I just had a phone call. My dad is coming to visit. Both of them I guess. They’ll probably be here for lunch actually. Assuming they don’t get lost…”
“Well I look forward to meeting them. Hmm. Do you know why I like you Bradley?”
“Um. I thought maybe you liked most people?” Bradley asks, suddenly feeling like he’s smack bang in the center of a minefield with no idea how he got there. And of course he can’t be rude and just run away, he’d much rather incur Marcia’s wrath than Aunty Kaye’s at the end of the day.
“Oh, I do dear. But I liked you before I’d even met you.”
“Oh.”
Now he’s confused.
“You stand up to him, you wouldn’t let him try anything risky or dangerous and he complained about it bitterly,” she says, laughing. “But you know what I thought?”
“What?”
“That that sounded like someone who would keep Jake safe and unharmed. I’m his mom, of course I want him safe. He gets into enough trouble without thinking he can do risky stunts.”
“Yeah. Of course.”
“You don’t let him railroad you into things, I admire that too.”
“Thanks?”
“Here, on his own turf, watching him do something he was born with in his blood? You trust him to know his limits. He needs that too.”
Bradley just nods, not sure if he’s even allowed to speak.
“So. I like you. However if I ever find out you’ve deliberately hurt him, either emotionally, physically or mentally I want you to know that you won’t see me coming. I will find you. Now, I can’t really threaten you with bodily harm, however I can threaten you with my disappointing looks, which my children assure me are the worst thing they’ve ever experienced. Of course, if Jake screws this up he’ll also be on the receiving end of one of such looks. However, I feel like you’re a man who doesn’t give up easily. Some days you’re going to have to dig-deep, because my baby can get in his own head and think the worst of everything and everyone, but I think if he were easy you wouldn’t be as interested as you seem to be.”
Bradley gapes like a fish, mouth opening and closing and he has no idea what to even say, where to start with everything she’s just said. All it’s highlighting is that he and Jake really need to have a proper talk. Not just about their relationship, but maybe about potential baggage that they have, because he thought maybe he was the only one. He should have known that wasn’t going to be the case.
“I’ve already told Jake that I think he’s worth it.”
“Good. Maybe he’ll believe you.”
NINETEEN
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Secrets of a 30-Year-Old Flyboy — ch. 1
Fake Roonix, Secret Hangster | Words: 860 | Warnings: Blood, medical stuff, sickness
Something is wrong. Bradley knows it. He’s been up in the air enough to know the G-force from his jet should not make it feel like his insides are being ripped apart.
He should really have paid more attention to how he was feeling. The heat of his skin, the dull throb in his side, the way he threw up his dinner down the shower drain and couldn’t even stomach the thought of breakfast without his mouth filling with saliva again.
Jake, who knows Bradley’s coffee addiction all too well, should have picked up on the anomaly. Bradley turning down a cup, especially one made by Jake with his signature homemade caramel and excessive sugar, is a clear sign that something is amiss. They were running late that morning and had been reeling from a fight the night before, trying to find their footing again. It should be easy; they’ve fought enough to understand how the next day should go, but that was before they decided to try their hand at a real relationship. They can’t just move on now; they had to talk about it, something that neither of them was ready to do.
Jake brushes it off when Bradley rebuffs his coffee and doesn’t speak up when Bradley spends the drive to work with his forehead pressed to the cool glass of the window. He isn’t sure that Bradley would even give an honest answer if he asked. He had learned to live with Bradley’s secrets and repressed emotions. He doesn’t bring up the change to Maverick, either. The man had made it clear that he disapproved of their rivalry and didn’t want their personal problems being brought into work.
Bradley was fine; he could push past this. He must have just twinged a muscle in his side while he was working out or turned the wrong way while he was spotting his wingman during a previous drill; it was a hazard of the job. The take-off was anything but routine, and he was glad that his comms were closed so the squad couldn’t hear the way he yelled through his gritted teeth. He just had to make it through this drill; it was the only thing running through his head. “Make it through this hop, and you can land” was almost like a mantra. Unfortunately for Bradley, that mantra didn’t keep away the vomit-inducing dizziness that came with each move of his jet. One overly sharp pain cost Bradley his concentration, and his plane dipped. He hoped no one would notice it, but of course, one person would.
The reason why they work so well, at least their sex works so well, is because Jake can pick up on every little thing about Bradley. He notices little details about everyone, not just Bradley, and that’s why he has no problem being the group’s pariah. It was so much easier to fade into the background where no one even knew he was listening or watching.
At this point, the pain was unbearable, and Bradley was sweating through his flight suit; he could feel his sweat dripping down his face and into his mask. His whole body hurt; even his head was pounding. Still, he doesn’t lift his hand to remove the mouthpiece. Instead, he flips his comms open and as normally as he can- which is not very normal at all- he requests a landing to Maverick. He doesn't even know why he asks permission, protocol, he guesses, because, with the man's bad mood, there's no way he's going to give permission for Bradley to cut out early.
Putting the planes through their paces and the pilots was not the most exhilarating thing they could be doing. A good portion of it was muscle memory, but Jake still found it kind of liberating not to worry about where someone else was. Just be able to fly and not constantly twist his seat to see if another pilot is about to take him out in a dogfight. He was so relaxed and in the zone that he was caught off guard when Bradley’s voice came through the comms. Jake frowns at the roughness in Bradley’s voice, warning bells going off in his head.
“Unless there is something wrong with you or your plane, that’s a negative Rooster,” Mav responds, voice tight.
Bradley does not want to do this. No matter how many times he's choked or failed in his career, he's never willfully packed it in. He's never admitted that he can't be in the air... until today.
"Me." He actually admits. "There's something wrong with me." His breaths come out harsh and painful, just trying to keep his eyes open. He doesn't wait for any further permission before he jerks back to the runway to make a landing. He pushes open his canopy and makes it exactly two steps on shaky legs before he feels the bile rise in his throat again. What comes out of his mouth isn't puke or yet another dry heave but blood; it's thick, dark blood that coats his chin, the front of his uniform and the tarmac beneath him before he promptly succumbs to the pain and falls to his knees losing consciousness right there.
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the inherent homoeroticism of war media: a completely unserious presentation by me
[note: some slides have been removed because they're literally just fancams and also i had more than 30 slides boo tumblr image limits]
BIBLIOGRAPHY (just going in order of slides)
and your knees are driving me wild - mash s02e08
george mackay has found his niche in homoerotic war movies
war stories are inherently homoerotic. that's how we got stucky
hangman you look good - top gun: maverick (gif by babyrooster)
letter of recommendation: watching masters of the air secondhand
it's not just sports - masters of the air e02
1 being not gay at all, 10 being liberace in an f-16
we'll go to chicago - band of brothers e01 (gif by @fkmylif3)
it is the law that every piece of war media
kim is a homoseggsual - kath & kim s01e02
Untitled (You Construct Intricate Rituals) - Barbara Kruger
The Secret History of Australia's Gay Diggers - Ben Winsor (+ Paul Fussell quoted within)
Sexuality, Sexual Relations and Homosexuality - Jason Crouthamel
Soldiers bathing in Malaya - AWM
Private Frank Crocker letters featured in Sebastian Faulks and Hope Wolf, A Broken World: Letters, Diaries and Memories of the Great War (2014), pp. 75-78.
mike's mic screencap my beloved <3
winnix gifs by @bandofbrothers2001 @preacherboyd @galebucky
winnix art by @andromeddog
winnix art by @onefineginger
In storms and at sunset by jouissant
winnix memes/text posts: 1 (@bleedingcoffee42) 2 (@krakerjaksstuff) 3 (@claudycod) 4 (@lewis-winters) 5 (@mon-mothmas-collar)
man is a hopeless creature i don't like much of anyone (@sluttyhenley)
You Create Intricate Rituals: The Homoerotic Action Movie - Rebecca Radillo (Lyvie Scott featured)
val kilmer icemav warrior compliation by @mavernick2
t as in top gun: maverick (@misaothewitch)
which is gayer (@holypowell)
we're fools to make war by whimsicule
all my roads lead back to you by liadan14
m*a*s*h video by @amrv-5 (+ reblog tags)
clegan/buck(y) gifs by @4o4notf0und @rcbertleckie
clegan fanart by @ifapromise <3
clegan memes: 1 (@rcbertleckie) 2 (@season-two) 3 (@ww2yaoi) 4 & 5
bomber's moon by moonrocks
**i tried to tag/link everything, if anything is broken or unsourced please let me know and i will endeavour to fix it! standard disclaimer that a) any discussion about war media based on real life people is based upon the fictional portrayals of those people and not the actual dudes. and b) this powerpoint was made for fun, it is not rigorous academic analysis. all opinions expressed are my own. please do not take it too seriously! that's all <3
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