Top Gun Drabble Challenge

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His mother was a wife.

She cooked and cleaned like every woman Mav saw in 60s housekeeping magazines, but she looked so different.

Her smiles were never strained or forced and she actually enjoyed her work.

She loved cooking meals and seeing the smiles on her boys' faces and she loved cleaning and presenting the home she worked so hard to maintain.

Being a wife was her full time job and when it was cruelly taken away from her, she fell apart.

Maverick didn't understand it then, but he does now.

My rare pair for @topgundrabble.

"I'm not him, you know?" The words get carried away by the soft ocean breeze.

She stops and smiles, a playful tip of her lips; eyes too smart for her own good.

"Good," she says, "that's good."

They walk some more. She brushes their fingers together.

"He was just a teenage dream. And for a while I thought I wanted to be young again. But then…" She sidesteps a wave of salty water, bumping into him. His arms wrap around her waist, steadying. "I remembered I'm a grown woman. And I know what I want and that's you."

Shiny and perfect on Mav’s driveway, fresh from the sprayer: his mom's car, her last gift, blue like the sky.

Bradley's first legal drive, as familiar as the sofa at home. Freedom tasted like hot asphalt and sea air.

Dented and glass-shattered after the crash that left scars on his face and the knowledge of his alone-ness deep in his bones. No-one for the hospital to call.

Dusty but ever-present in his own garage after long deployments. A tender restoration.

Pulled into an empty lot--engine smoking--keys sharp in his fist. Bradley presses call.

“Hangman? Can you come pick me up?"

written for the @topgundrabble challenge prompt 'beach'

People had warned Jake about the all possible problems in an age gap relationship like theirs. He had dismissed those concerns, well-meaning as they were, because they didn't know Beau like he did.

Nobody warned him about this, though.

"It's freezing out here," Jake groaned. "Let's just go, babe."

"But winter swimming is good for you! Haven't you read about the health benefits?" Beau walked briskly towards the shoreline, Jake reluctantly on his tail.

"If there's no one else on the beach, that should tell you something!"

"You know, it helps boost circulation… Thought you'd at least appreciate that part."

A wave threw a few drops of icy water on Jake's shin.

"Fuck that, I'm still young," he yelped, jumping away. "I'll support you by the towels but please be quick."

Ice was wearing shorts. It was the first thing Mav noticed when he arrived at Slider's barbecue, a six-pack in one hand and a bag of paper plates in the other. His habit of arriving late had made him the de-facto "call him to grab what we're missing on his way over," which endlessly benefited the other flyboys, but put a dent in his pocket he was too kind to fill.

Back to Ice. He stood by Slider at the grill, beer already in hand, chatting up his RIO as if no time has passed. Mav set his load down on a nearby table, trying to not get distracted by Ice's calves and the gorgeous way his skin had tanned into a beautiful golden.

His intense staring brought him eye-to-knee with a smudge of black script above his scapula as Ice turned to greet the newcomer.

Mav squinted, trying to parse out the letters. Ad astra per aspera. He had seen that before, on Sli—

"Hey Mav,"

"You have the same tattoo as Slider," Mav blurted out over Ice's greeting.

Ice flushed, Slider descending into crackling laughter, the taller slinging his arm over Ice's shoulders, pulling the blushing man into his side.

"I lost a bet," Ice muttered.

"A very stupid one," Slider added. "But now the world knows he's my friend forever."

The tips of Ice's ears bloomed red like the rest of him.

It is a Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x female!reader imagine.

The prompt is matching.

Warnings: sexism

When you were asked to join Top Gun as a fighter pilot you were fresh out of a relationship and done with them, you feared.

Top Gun Drabble Challenge

Prompt 5: Matching

From this universe

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Halfway through their first Top Gun session as instructors, Mav received a call from Ice before the sun was fully up. “Come to my house. Now.”

Mav worried briefly that he’d somehow done something to piss off his new wingman–his wingman–but they’d parted reluctantly just the night before, Ice leaving Mav’s house under the cover of darkness and walking the two blocks back to his own assigned housing.

another mini fic inspired by the @topgundrabble challenge, prompt: sunglasses :3

rating: T | word count: 514

Jake knows Bradley hates being reminded that he’s, inevitably, getting older. It’s in the way he needs a long bath after a day spent in the cockpit, or how he’ll stop at three beers instead of six when they go out with their friends, or the more and more intricately shaped orthopedic pillows he buys. or, bradley visits an eye doctor and isn't happy with the verdict

For the @topgundrabble prompt 'Dead-wife-montage (with a twist)'. I succeeded in making this exactly 100 words long. 🥳

Logically Bradley knew that his text threat with Hangman had passed flirty quips approximately 5 messages ago, venturing straight up into sexting instead.

Checking his phone while toweling himself dry, he hadn’t expected to be met with proof that Hangman was, in fact, a hung man, though.

"A dick pic, Seresin? Real classy." He shot back before making his way to his bedroom.

By the time he had gotten comfortable, lube in hand, Hangman had replied.

"Bradshaw, you'd rather I grab Javy so he can film me bashfully smiling at the beach like a dead-wife-montage?"

a mini fic written for the @topgundrabble challenge, prompt: matching

rating: T | word count: 630

"What the fuck." Bradley stops in his tracks. In front of him, right in the middle of the locker room, is Hangman, down to his boxer briefs. Bradley doesn't miss the pattern printed on them. Not something he would accuse Hangman, of all people, of. or, jake and bradley accidentally match

“Are you serious?”

Bradley grimaces, flinching at the brush of his shirt over the piercing. “I fucking wish not.”

Jake is leaning his head down on the kitchen table, shoulders moving as he takes in slow deep breaths to stave off the hangover.

“You—” Nat slaps her hand on the table, cackling like a witch. “You got—”

“Don’t even say it—”

“—matching nipple rings!”

“Natasha!”

“But that’s not even the best part!” She snorts. It’s an ugly sound. Bradley hates her. “You got matching jewelry that says best bros!” 

Ugh.

“Did you even tell them you were married?!”

It started with watching. Watching him, then watching each other watch him. And then, slowly, just watching each other.

Then came the teasing, where no one else could hear. Especially not him.

“Close your mouth, Mitchell, you’re drooling.”

“Take a picture, Kerner, it’ll last longer.”

But teasing quickly became commiserating.

“Did you see him lecturing that Lieutenant today?”

“God, yeah, he’s so fucking hot when he’s fired up.”

And commiserating turned into… this.

“Are you thinking about him? Imagining it’s him touching you?“

“Fuck, Sli- don’t tease me.”

@topgundrabble

“Mav, come on!”

“No, Goose” Maverick states, “I'm not wearing that.”

Goose is holding up a white shirt and black trousers.

“I'm wearing them and so is Bradley.” Goose points out, signalling to Bradley who's smiling at the photographer.

Maverick rolls his eyes “I know that, but this is a family photoshoot, Goose!”

“Mav” Goose says softly, “You are family.”

Maverick freezes.

“So” Goose pushes the clothes into Maverick's arms, “Take that stupidly tight t-shirt off and join the photo.”

He hesitates.

“Pete, put the clothes on!” Carole shouts from her seat in the middle of the studio.