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Hangman: I bet you’d look great grasping at the sheets on my bed.
Rooster: No matter how many times you compliment me, I’m not making your bed.
The daggers, in the background: God this physically hurts to watch.
I need to talk about a fic right now, it's by @fuddlewuddle so you know damn well it's gonna be an AMAZING FIC!!! It's like a whole new level of awesomeness!!!! Maverick and Rooster fall in love and get married, Mav never pulled his papers, but then something happens and roo roo ain't having it, they're separated for YEARS!!! He tells Mav NEVER talk to me again, and my baby boi he's sad his husband is angry with him and Mav is like "only update him when I die, he wants nothing to do with me" and I low key started bawling 😭😭😭. When they finally reunite for a uranium mission I was so excited to see pissed roo roo I won't lie 🙈🙈 I was so invested in the story, that when I finished the first chapter I was like "what it's over" not seeing the next chapter but then I saw it and I was so happy, I want to give Jake a piece of my mind and shake him up 😡, AND I wanna shake up Roo Roo!!!! I can't wait to see him find out about Mav and Roo Roo (please write that, I can't tell you how much I need it), This fic has taken a special place in my heart. It's not even finished yet, but it's already one of my top 10 fics! You HAVE to read it!!!!! ! I want my happy ending or I'ma throw fists🥺👊!!Anyway if you made it to the end of this and wanna read it it's called
-Like missiles falling from the sky (come and save us)-
by Fuddlewuddle
READ IT!!
http://archiveofourown.org/works/53874160
Realest shit ever
Me on the daily🎀
THE LIGHT
THE GLASSES
THE HAIR
THE BODY
SOMEONE RESTRAIN ME
„It‘s not the plane, it‘s the pilot“
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„It‘s not the plane, it‘s the pilot“
Father & Son
"I have a family to think about... I can't afford to blow this."
I know it makes absolutely no sense that a goose has a rooster as son.. but that's not what it's about so I don't care 😋
It's a series... [Part 1 – Iceman & Maverick] [Tweet]
tg/tgm fic inspired by pink skies by Zach Bryan
Why Bradley Bradshaw is Anakin Skywalker
Foreword: This is a weird overlap in fandoms, but this is something that I’ve been thinking about for weeks now and I can’t get it out of my head: so you, the fine people of Tumblr shall be my audience as I stand on my virtual soapbox and preach about hot angsty men!
When I first watched Top Gun: Maverick, something about Bradley didn’t sit right with me. He was irritating and annoying, with his displaced anger and bratty personality. It was so confusing to me: Goose’s son shouldn’t be such a whiny little kid.
The more I sat with it, the more I came to compare him with Anakin.
Anakin is also known for his displaced anger and bratty personality. It’s written off as poor writing, but seeing it on another character is a totally different experience.
Anakin is frustrated that he was kept from becoming a Jedi Master by Obi-Wan, despite his skills and everything he’s been through.
Bradley is frustrated that Maverick prevented him from getting into the Naval Academy, despite everything he had been through and how badly he wanted it.
Anakin never met his dad, and his mother died when he needed her the most.
Bradley was so little when Goose died that I doubt he remembers much of him, and his mother died before Bradley was out of high school.^1
They’re both sexy pilots with father figures they despise.
Go watch Revenge of the Sith, then watch Top Gun: Maverick and think about it like that. It makes a lot more sense and both characters are a bit more bearable if you look at them through the lens of a scared kid whose life isn’t in their control.
Plus they’re both hot and sexy
^1 We don’t actually know when Carole dies, but she makes Maverick promise to keep Bradley from becoming a pilot, so it makes sense for it to be some time before he’s an adult, most likely when he is starting to think about college.
Bonus pictures because I love them!
I am trying my best to creating playlists for all of the characters. Some are easy to do others are hard especially for not having that much screen time to begin with. I for sure know what I want to put for Iceman, Bob, Maverick, Pheonix, Rooster, Goose, and Hangman. I am doing a playlist for the Hard Deck and what I think would be played there. My issues are it is just hard to figure out Yale, Harvard, Payback, Fanboy, Omaha, Halo, Coyote, and Fritz. I have a couple playlists created I am hoping to get some of the playlists started and will finish over time. So if you have suggestions of genres or even songs to add please comment.
𝓓𝓪𝔂 15 - A Bit Late For Work || Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x fem!reader
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Summary: In most cases, it's you who makes Bradley late to work, except when his mission is to make you feel relaxed following a stressful day.
Warnings: smut (oral - f receiving)
Word count: 1510
Author: Rouge
A/N: the prompt for today is: Oral Sex
You threw your car keys on the kitchen table and sighed loudly as you opened the refrigerator.
Bradley raised an eyebrow at you as he lowered the newspaper, tipping his glasses in the process.
You had no idea why he wore them. And yet, that small glint off the end when he was staring down at you from between his legs, ah. You shook off the thought, retrieved a water bottle, and sat at the table next to your boyfriend. The idea was nice, but you knew Rooster had work soon, and while you were normally very willing to make him late, you couldn't work up your usual libido.
Bradley could tell something was bothering his lover, and he tilted his head as you sat next to him. He set the paper down, removing his glasses as well, and placing them in his shirt pocket. "Would you like to talk about it?"
You shook your head. "Not particularly," you shrugged, taking a swig from the bottle. "You usually feel better when you do," he pointed out.
It was a valid point he made. Nevertheless, you decided it wasn't worth mentioning how much you wanted to change career paths again. All the time you bragged about not being completely satisfied with what you were doing but felt that it was too late to change anything. Even so, you didn't want to go to university any more, and felt like dropping your engineering studies. Your new goal was to become an artist. You were proficient at it too, about as good as you were at university, but pursuing it seemed like a dead dream.
Bradshaw watched you turn your head over. He waited for you to collect your thoughts, and eventually, once you had, he watched you sigh and shrug once more.
"Same thoughts as always, I'm tired of everything."
"You're doing a rather great job with your studies," Bradley pointed out.
You shot him a glare. "Sorry, sorry. I know."
You groaned, cocking your eyebrow.
“It’s about a lifestyle, my bad,” he corrected himself, sending you a soft grin.
"Close enough," you mumbled. But he wasn't wrong this time either. You sighed again, took another swig of water, and then put your forehead down on the table. "Maybe I'm just tired of it, I don't know. I don't feel sick of it though, I love learning and making friends. Maybe I just need a break?"
In response to your words, Bradley slowly rose and walked over to stand behind you. When he reached down, he gently pulled you by your shoulders until you were sitting up straight. He worked at the knots that had inevitably formed there by rubbing his fingers gingerly into the flesh of yours. "You think too much," he remarked with a low chuckle, being a little rougher about the massage. But you could handle it. In fact, Rooster knew just how much his little baby girl could truly handle.
The thought went straight to his groin, and he suddenly had an idea.
As you leaned into his touch, you teased, "Maybe you think too little."
While you didn't expect the massage to last much longer, you were grateful that Rooster remembered little gestures of kindness so often, especially after the self-doubt you had been dealing with.
When you suddenly felt his lips on your neck, you let out a quiet moan. You grinned a bit at the warmth of his mouth, but you weren't about to complain. If he had something a little more involved than the massage in mind, you weren't going to stop him obviously.
As his fingers slipped from over your shirt to under it, he stretched the collar just a bit so he was gripping mostly flesh. Like warming oil, his touch bit pleasantly into your shoulders and throughout your body. When you felt Rooster's hand reach down to your breast, you sighed and tensed slightly. He paused there for a moment, and when you leaned into his touch, he reached further down, cupping your entire breast in his hand. Your breath caught in Bradley's ears, and he grinned wider. The beast that resided within his heart loved being able to please you like this.
Putting one hand on your breast, he slipped his fingers under the lacy fabric of your bra and squeezed your nipple sharply. In response to your breath catching again, he stopped massaging your shoulder with his left hand. In addition, he squeezed your soft nipple and traced his hand down your shoulder blade. Your nipple was squeezed again, causing you to moan, and then he rubbed your shoulder blade with his fingers. The two sensations made a louder moan fall from your lips, and you gripped the chair you were sitting in tightly to keep steady. As his voice filled with hellish lust, Rooster commanded, "Touch yourself." His eyes had changed to all-black; the influence you had on him was indescribable.
The fact that you listened nearly without hesitation made Bradley harder than he thought possible. But he was content to please you this time. After all, you needed the stress relief. He watched through his darkened eyes as your right hand reached between your legs, rubbing lightly before undoing your pants, and pushing them down. Then you reached into your lacy white panties and began moving your hand to the same rhythm Bradley was squeezing your nipple and rubbing your shoulders.
You let out a louder moan as all three sensations collided in the pit of your stomach. Rooster began to move faster, and so did you, until you began to feel your orgasm build. You tensed then, letting out several sharp moans as you came, back arched.
After a few moments, you relaxed, sinking into the chair. You were about to say something, but Rooster was suddenly in front of you, hands on either side of the chair. You felt a shiver of anticipation roll down your spine when you looked into his darkened eyes, and then he was kissing you deeply. You wrapped your arms around him, but the kiss was cut short as Bradley moved to grab your thighs and pull you to him. You giggled a bit, then moaned when you felt his lips clasp onto your nipple.
After a few seconds of teasing, Rooster trailed his lips languidly down your body, and then all the way down between your legs. He grinned as he touched your wet panties and pressed his fingers against your pussy, causing you to moan lightly again. "Take these off,” he demanded within a dark voice of his.
You did as you were told, quickly slipping off the lacy panties.
Shortly after, he wrapped your legs around his shoulders. In one swift movement, Bradley's tongue was pressed against you, causing you to cry out in pleasure as you gripped the chair. He grinned against your wetness and moved the tip of his tongue in little circles across your clit. You were already shivering, and soon as he kissed and licked and began sucking on your clit, he reached under his chin, and easily slipped two fingers into your needy pussy. Having his fingers strangle you properly, your pussy immediately engulfed his digits in its juice, causing you to moan in a low tone. To make your head spin, Rooster pressed his whole tongue to your clit and slowly moved it up and down, eventually reaching your entrance as he briefly spat on the fingers he pulled halfway out of your pussy, just to make them wetter than before. Soon, his digits returned to your pussy, and he curled them deep inside of you, massaging your very sensitive spot.
"Fuck!" You cried, pushing into him as he slowly began to pump his fingers. You moaned again, reaching one hand up to grip onto his hair as you felt another orgasm about to overtake your body. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You cut yourself off and rolled your head back as a loud moan fell from your chest. Your legs tightened around his head as your orgasm hit, your legs shaking, your chest heaving.
Bradley held on for the ride, grinning wickedly as you came right into his mouth. He moaned too, rock hard and lustful, but satisfied in your pleasure. He leaned up after allowing you a few moments to breathe.
You sighed contentedly into the kiss, and then Rooster was pulling away, grin wide, eyes back to the normal color you were so fond of. He looked so wicked with the expression his face held though.
You smiled all the same before looking at the clock on the wall. "You're going to be late, Rooster."
"Fuck," Bradshaw hissed, then laughed, running around to collect his things before heading out. Then he turned, as if recalling something, and was surprised to see you standing in the doorway waiting for him. After you tapped your lips briefly with your index finger, he smiled and kissed you again. "Right."
As your boyfriend ran out, you yelled, "Don't forget your meeting with Mitchell today!"
A Perfect Snowman || Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x fem!reader
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Summary: Bradley visits you in Boston. A winter attack surprises you both, so you decide to build a snowman together
Warnings: none
Word count: 1231
Authors: Bear & Cass
A/N: today’s prompt: Building a Snowman
The first day of winter was a paradise, with snowflakes the size of feathers falling from a grey cloud. From your porch to the road and beyond, it quickly turned into a completely white desert. Bradley started clearing a path that day, cheerfully holding a snow shovel in his hand. Unfortunately, a few days later his newly formed road had been banked up above hip level, and the infantile thrill of excitement that had accompanied those first flakes had been replaced with a calm resolve and a sense of responsibility appropriate for adults. "Baby! I'll have to shovel!" As he was putting on his jacket downstairs, he spoke louder to make sure you could hear him in the restroom on the floor. Bradly started regretting traveling to Boston to spend Christmas with you for the first time in a while.
"Wait!" You yelled loudly, then ran down the stairs. Looking at him with joy, you grabbed your jacket and said, "I can help."
"No, you stay home, it's cold outside."
"It's winter, so the cold is to be expected," you commented, pulling on your shoes before tying them up firmly.
"I said something, Y/N, so don't fuck with me."
Crossing your arms over your chest, you pouted, "You got bossy recently. My assistance will not be provided to you, don't worry."
"So why are you going out with me?"
"For some fresh air," you shrugged, wrapping your thick scarf around your neck tightly. "I love smells and atmosphere of Christmas... But it's too much for me."
"You've always been the one who has been obstinate in our relationship," Rooster grumbled while rolling his eyes. Being the gentleman he was, he opened the door and moved aside to allow you to enter the outside area first. “After you.”
As you walked through the door, you bowed slightly, thanking him. As soon as you saw all the snow around you, you instantly jumped with excitement.
Bradley watched you with his eyebrow slightly lifted. "Y/N, you behave like a puppy seeing snow for the first time."
You smiled at him and went your own way. "I almost feel like it!"
"What are you doing?!'
Jumping into the snow with a loud giggle, you yelled, "I'm being the playful one!" Soon, you flopped into the fluffy snow to make a snow angel.
Bradley watched your lighthearted actions, but he quickly turned his attention to shoveling your driveway.
"Sweetie! Could you help me get up right now!" You asked, waving your hands in the air as you were unable to get up on your own.
"Am I resembling a crane? I don't believe so," Bradley responded with a sneer, yet he walked over to you and quickly raised you up with one strong pull.
With an eyeroll, you grabbed his jacket collar. "Why are you so grumpy today, Bradley? What's up with you?"
"I understand why you're so excited about all the snow, but you don't even try to help me with shoveling, even though you are well aware of how much time I lost doing it the last time."
"Baby? I just offered you help, and you told me not to fuck with you when you say no," you replied. "If I were you, I wouldn't do it. There's a chance it'll snow tonight. Let's build a snowman instead!"
Bradly put the shovel down after giving your proposition some thought. "Then let's do it then."
After squeaking joyfully and kissing his cheek, you moved away to find a perfect place for the snowman. Once you found the perfect spot, you created a snowball and started rolling it around, creating a base.
Bradley imitated your actions by first creating a tiny snowball, placing it on the snow, and then beginning to roll it about while observing how the snowball doubled its size.
As you watched him, you giggled, "My ball will be a base! I already know how we'll dress him up!"
"Do I need to be afraid? He posed the query while rolling the ball around, making it bigger and bigger.
"There's no need to be afraid. You'll love it, I think," you shrugged, continuing to work on the base until it met your standards. Then you helped him with the middle ball.
Bradly placed the center ball on the base with a bit of your assistance, then made another snowball to roll it through snow in the attempt to form the head for the snowman.
It wasn't long before the ready head was placed on top of the snowman. With pure excitement you run home, saying, "Okay! Now wait... I'm going to grab the stuff!"
Bradley, waiting for you to return, started shoveling the driveway at least a little bit.
Looking at him from the porch, you yelled, "I'm hiding the shovel from you!" You walked up to the snowman. "Leave it now, Bradley."
Bradley sighed and set the shovel down before coming up to you. "What exactly do we have here?"
"Just stuff," you summed it up before you began working.
The snowman was first given aviator sunglasses, a smug smile with a toothpick, and then a pilot-like jacket was wrapped around the snowy figure.
As soon as you were finished, you looked proudly at the final result, then glared at Bradley. "The snowman looks familiar, right? Who is he?" You chuckled softly.
The snowman now looked just like Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, and Rooster was unable to contain his laughter. "Have you seen my phone? I must snap a picture and send it to him."
"I grabbed it while I was at home," you smiled, pulling his phone out of your pocket but not giving it to him. "As a result of your stubbornness today, you have to pay for it."
"I need to pay? For my phone? Is this enough?" He asked, leaning forward to kiss your cheek.
A hum escaped your lips. "It's not enough."
Bradly kissed your lips after that remark.
"I think that's enough, sir," you giggled as you handed him his phone. "Quickly! I want to see his reaction."
Bradly first snapped a picture of the snowman by itself, and then he posed with you next to it. He hid the phone in his jacket pocket after sending images to Maverick.
"Do you think he will like me still? Or should I never show up near him again?" You asked with a raised eyebrow.
Bradley gently reprimanded, "You know well enough you're his favorite pupil and even if you'd kick his ass, he'd forgive you instantly. Of course, he'll claim that I made you build this snowman. He has no idea, though, that we should have added a massive dick to the top of the snowman's head if we had really meant to create him."
"No, no. Our snowman would get a massive dick if we try to build our beloved Hangman," you joked.
"Oh. My. God. Yes. I'll admit it - you're fucking right," Bradley readily agreed with what you said, and after giving it some thought, he raised an eyebrow at you. "Are you having the same thought? Let's build a snowman resembling Hangman, let's add a dick on top. I'll be happy to send him a pic," he said and a mischievous grin spread across his lips.
As you rubbed your hands together, you were already giggling uncontrollably. "We have to do this! To work!"