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[callsignaries]

master list

i’ll make this pretty one day maybe (i’m gonna hate myself for this aren’t i?) but wanna get it started at least

Top Gun

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secondary account @wingmanvenus, will likely be used more for reposting others stories, ao3 i may post stuff too

[callsignaries]

have spent the day crying over the cutest 1986 top gun found family fics no one touch me

[callsignaries]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

seriously if anyone wants the cutest found family shit

[callsignaries]

have spent the day crying over the cutest 1986 top gun found family fics no one touch me

[horse-goodbyeee-deactivated2026]

[callsignaries]

goose is the definition of i loved your father first

[mattussy-murdock]

reblog if ur tumblr is a lesbian lounge. a bi break room, if you will. perhaps a pan pitstop. an ace space. a gay gathering. a homo hangout. a sapphic sleepover. im running out of puns to make but reblog if ur tumblr is a queer safe space. <333 my dms are always open for u guys, and i always love new mutuals <333

[callsignaries]

writing is wild, you’ve got some ideas that are like 5 words that barely make a sentence and then others that grab hold and you’ve got a few hundred before you can blink

[wildbornsiren]

Top Gun: Maverick Drabble

“Can’t sleep?” You shake your head, glancing over your shoulder to see him standing in the doorway. It was hot in the bedroom, you both were sticky and stunk like sex, so the best option was to slip on an old tee-shirt and stand out on the balcony. His snores harmonized with the crashing waves, and you were so lost in thought you didn’t hear him wake. “I thought I wore you out.” There’s a sleepy smugness to his voice. He reaches for the pack of cigarettes on the railing. You had stopped smoking years ago, but sex with Bob was intense, and the hit of nicotine often grounded you. There’s the click of your lighter, the smell of paper and tobacco catching. Bob has a cigarette held loosely between his lips. “Since when?” You ask. He shrugs, stepping closer, exhaling into the night sky. He traces your cheek with his fingertips before his hand slides into your hair. His fingers tangle and tug, tipping your head back. He takes a pull, leaning in and your lips part automatically. Smoke passes from his mouth and you inhale, feeling the brush of his lips against yours. “I grew up in the middle of nowhere. All we did was smoke, drink, and start bonfires. Occasionally we fought, but the girls didn’t like that much.” His kisses were sweet, blending perfectly with the acrid smoke and nicotine hit.

Brought on by the random thought of ‘shotgun kisses with Bob.’ Five or so minutes later henpecking on the phone keyboard this happened. 

To the discord gremlins, I love ya’ll so much. @topguncortez @callsign-phoenix @lt-natrace @callsign-fox @rhettabbotts​ 

[topguncortez]

wolfman x reader where boys night out typically means talk of s/o is off limits but when he shows up more subdued then they’ve ever seen him that can’t help but ask what’s up

(can take in any direction you want, he wants to marry r, they’re pregnant and he’s freaked out, fight and breakup or even, he finds out r is a virgin and that’s not something he’s use to dealing with etc.)

first Wolfie boy blurb, be nice to me. Also, Goose is alive cause I say so.

Wolfman's presence was hard to miss when he would show up to boys night. Not only was the blonde WSO tall, but he had a bright smile and a loud laugh that usually let the squadron know that he was there, but tonight was different. For one, Wolfman didn't have his oh so famous stetson on his head, and that beautiful smile was missing.

"Alright, I know it's boys night," Goose said, setting his cards down and looking over at Wolfe, "But you're being weird and it's weirding me out."

"I'm not being weird, Bradshaw," Wolfman muttered.

"Aha! You are! You called me, 'Bradshaw'," Goose exclaimed.

"Well, that is your last name," Maverick, pointed out, "But for real, Wolfie, you are acting a bit strange. What's up? Issues with the Missus?"

The boys all let out a low whistle as they looked around at Wolfe, who sighed, setting his cards down in front of him. Boys night was off limits for significant others. There was no talk about the women that they went home to (or in Mav's case, went to go find). But occasionally, they broke the rules when it looked like one of them was going through it.

"Y/N, she's uh. . . she wants to get married," Wolfe said quietly.

Y/N had been one of the few girlfriends that had made the sacrifice to come out and see the TopGun pilots during their training. She had be come close friends with Carole and Sarah (Iceman's girlfriend). The three of them had become inseparable as they shared the common theme of being significant others of the pilots. They all leaned on each other when the pilots got whisked away to some mission in the Indian Ocean not long after graduation.

"Well damn! That's huge!" Goose smiled, and patted Wolfman's back, but the RIO shook his head, "It's not?"

"Remember that last mission, after graduation?"

How could any of them forget? Hollywood and Wolfman had been shot out of the sky, their plane breaking into pieces as they hurdled towards the endless sea. Ice and Slider had to fight off four MiGs by themselves until Maverick came to their rescue and shot down three MiGs, making him the only active duty pilot with three confirmed air kills. It was a mission for the history books.

"I cheated on her," Wolfman said quietly, "It was dumb and stupid and I was. . . I didn't think I'd ever live to see her again. I mean, I felt the fucking jet broke apart with us still in it. I wasn't thinking and-"

"Does she know?" Iceman asked and Wolfe shook his head, "You need to tell her."

"I tried," Wolfman said, "I really did, but I couldn't so. . . I just packed my bags and left. Left her a note with an apology."

Wolfman could only imagine the scene playing out at his apartment right now. It was around 8:30 at night, so Y/N was just getting home from her girls night with Carole, Sarah, and Bradley. She had probably already noticed that his boots were missing from their usual spot by the front door, which would prompt her to call out his name. She would then walk to the kitchen and see that his cookbooks were gone, as well as the picture of him and Hollywood. She would then see the note, written on a yellow notebook pad.

"You son of a bitch Leonard!"

She would probably curse, as she would run up to see that his side of the closet had been ransacked, his drawers were empty, and a ring box was sitting on the side of the bed.

[callsignaries]

[callsignaries]

decides to do challenge

now has at least 8 ideas for the person and word pairing

[bradshawbaby]

Glen Powell is the best human

[supernaturaldawning]

HANGY AND ROO 😭😂 I can’t with him. They’re so cute I love them

[shaded-echoes]

Collection of Various Resources for Top Gun Characters

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Compilation of his timeline, as accurately as possible

Full list of his ribbons and their meanings, including a headcanon and an additional note

His file from the movie

An illuminating headcanon (that is probably canon)

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Ribbons

Full list of his ribbons and their meanings, including a headcanon

Glen Powell confirming Jake’s home state

To be added

Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

Ribbons

Full list of her ribbons and their meanings, including a headcanon

To be added

Robert “Bob” Floyd

Ribbons

To be added

Javy “Coyote” Machado

To be added

Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia

Awards (not comprehensive)

To be added

Reuben “Payback” Fitch

To be added

Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

Mav’s Hangar Reference Photos

To be added

Additional Information

Jets and their Markings

The Pilots and their Stations

Relationships & Related Info

Masterlist of the Pilots’ Ribbons & Explanations

Official TGM Hangar Layout

Home Squadrons

Possible Call Sign Origins Version 1 | Version 2 | TBA

Home State Guesses, Version 1 | Version 2 | TBA

Various Info from Rewatch

To be added

[shaded-echoes]

External Research Resources Collection

Naval Resources

Ejecting From a Fighter Jet

Officer Ranks (In Order) | With Insignias, Abbreviations, Etc.

How To Address a LTJG

Hypoxia Training

Promotional Timelines

Grade Requirements

Military Funerals - Eligibility | Procedure

“The Real Top Gun” Documentary

Movie Information

Carriers Used

BTS Info

[forsty]

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw // Nick “Goose” Bradshaw

[youlightmeupfinn-deactivated202]

I’M NOT OKAY

[topguncortez]

omg plis plis an iceman and reader fic where r is drunk asf and all whiny and clingy over iceman while hes all smirky and teasing and cocky?? While others are just like omg get tgt already?? Thanks!!

fluff below the cut!

"He's gonna kill us," Goose whispered as he threw his arm around your shoulders, as you stumbled over your feet again, "Actually he's going to kill you! I might be able to get by with a little maiming."

"It was your idea to go out for drinks!" Maverick sassed back, as he tried to keep you steady.

"I said 'a drink', Mav, A. As in one!"

"Mav can't help he's short and can't count," You slurred, your words not making the slightest bit of sense. Both men looked at each other confused but shook their heads as they continued to help you walk down the hall of your dorm, "Oh fuck, I'm drunk aren't I?" You giggled, throwing your head back, causing you to stumble again.

What was supposed to be a celebratory drink after having a successful day in the sky, turned into many drinking games and rounds of darts. Goose had challenged you to a game of shots for every time Maverick had a miss with a lady, which turned out to be a lot. Both men knew they were screwed when you started to dance to 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' saying it was your favorite song to play while dancing with Ice.

A sober you never spoke about your relationship like that. You and Ice saved the PDA for behind closed doors, knowing how it might seem to others in the field. It was the telltale sign you were intoxicated when you started talking about sex, and Goose had to get you home before he started gagging.

"Easy girl, please don't get hurt before we get you back to Ice."

"Ice!" You gasp, your eyes were glossy but became wide at the mention of your boyfriend.

"Yeah, your boyfriend, who is going to kill us!"

"Icey doesn't kill people," You said, and leaned your head against Goose's shoulder as Maverick opened the door to the rec room. Slider, Ice, Wolfman and Hollywood all turned to look towards the three of them. Ice could tell right away from the way your nose and eyes were red that you were drunk, "ICEMAN! You guys were right he is here!"

"I'm gonna kill them," He muttered to the group, setting down his cards and walking over towards them.

"Hey, Tom-"

"Shut up," Iceman said to Goose, and Goose gave him a tightlipped smile as Ice wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Hiya Tommy," You slurred.

"Hi princess," Tom smiled, "You have fun?"

"So much," Your eyes were barely open and Tom chuckled. You threw yourself against his body and Tom grunted, wrapping his arms tightly around you, "I love your chest. It's so comfy, and looks so good when I leave scratches on it."

Tom's jaw dropped slightly as he looked at Maverick and Goose who were bright red.

"Yeah, she uh. . . she opened up a bit. I guess I know when I walk by your room and hear Def Leppard I should just keep walking," Goose smiled and Ice just glared, "Yeah, we're going. Bye, Y/N see you on Monday."

"Bye Mother Goose!" You waved enthusiastically, turning to watch the two of them leave. Ice placed a kiss on the top of your head, before leading you back over to the card table.

"We're almost done with this round, can you last a bit?" Ice asked you, sitting down in his chair, and pulling you into his lap. You nodded and got comfortable, nuzzling your face into his neck. He kept one arm around you, resting his hand on your hip and holding his cards in his other hand.

Every so often you would place a kiss on Ice's jaw and lean up to whisper things in his ear. He couldn't help but smirk both because your alcohol induced words made you feel even bolder than normal, and the eye roles and glares from his colleagues.

"When we get back I'll let you do that thing-"

"Okay, I'm not sticking around to watch the free porno," Hollywood said, tossing his cards down.

"Yeah same," Wolfman spoke and followed his pilot out of the rec room.

"Lame!" You yelled after them, "Wolfie, you get hard when you see a MiG."

"Yeah cause that's hot, this, is not," Wolfman said, "It's like watching your sister and her boyfriend cuddle on the couch. See you on, Monday."

"I gotta call my girl," Slider said, and stood up, but not before kissing your forehead, "Have fun. . . and don't play the Def Leppard too loud."

"You really like to run your mouth, don't ya," Tom said, and tickled your side. Once they all left, you shifted yourself so you were straddling Tom. His hands going straight to your hips to keep you still, "How much did you drink?"

"A lot," You said, "Goose challenged me to a drinking game with tequila, I hate tequila, and it was all down hill in a 4G negative nosedive from there."

"Sounds like a blast. Come on, let's get you to bed."

"No!" You pouted, "I wanna play the song."

"Baby, I don't even think you can walk straight."

"Oh yes I can," You stood up from his lap quickly, only to stumble right into the wall, "Stood too fast."

"Mhm, yeah," Tom said, standing up from his chair. He picked you up bridal style and you giggled as your feet left the ground, "You can play the song tomorrow night."

And true to Tom's word, the whole floor could hear 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' the very next night.

[callsignaries]

help all i can picture is rooster and i’m cackling

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRfTnd1Q/

[lewispullmaned]

Well they seem to study hard

[callsignaries]

god knowing what lewis pullman looks like in outer range makes it feel like a damn shame we didn’t get this in top gun bc holy fuck

although on second thought maybe good bc we’d be sluttier for bob then we already are

[daughterofthereaper02-deactivat]

Loophole

A/N: Prompt off this. Before I am yelled at, I was given permission by the creator HERE. I am super stoked to write this! Credit to @callsignaries​ for blessing us all with this idea!

Pairing(s): Hangman x Rooster x Bob x f! reader,  IceMav x daughter! reader

Summary: There was always one rule when you grew up, it was the only one you were asked to never break. After all, your fathers knew this type the best, they were there with these guys all the time. So, you never broke it… You just found a loophole.

Key: Y/F/N- your full first name. (If you don’t have something like me, like Gabriella but I just go by Gabbie (not a nickname like Gabs and stuff) then just ignore that and see it as a strict tone)

You stood on the porch of the Mitchell-Kazansky house, your three boyfriends behind you. “You three ready for this?” you asked one last time, turning to look at them. Each of them gave you a reassuring smile, “Yes Y/n, we’re sure. Don’t worry so much,” Bradley told you. You took one final deep breath before ringing the door bell.

Pete came to the door and smiled at you before looking behind you, the smile became slightly strained. “These are your boyfriends Y/F/F/N?” he asked, using the same tone of voice he always used when you would get in trouble as a child. You held back a cringe, “Yes sir,” you said, unintentionally reverting back to your military training. “Come on in you four. TOM!” Pete yelled for your father as he held the door open. Robert touched your hand gently as you four entered the house, Jake doing the same. Those two touches were the silent communication of ‘It will be okay’, ‘We’re here for you’, and ‘Relax’ all at once.

You went into the living room and as soon as your father walked in, he looked at Pete and then your boyfriends. “Y/F/F/N, what was the one rule we had for dating? The only thing we asked of you even after you insisted on becoming a Naval Aviator, honey?” Tom asked you. “Not to date a pilot?” You responded innocently. Pete ran a hand over his face, “EXACTLY! And you go on to date pilots despite that rule!” he said, looking slightly annoyed. He trusted Bradley, Jake, and Robert with you but it was the point of the rule that you broke. “Not one, not two, but three! Sweetheart, really?” Pete asked, you could practically see more grey hair coming in on your dad from the stress you have been causing him lately. Then again, he was getting premature grey years ago and so was Tom because of the type of child you were, you always found trouble and found loopholes for everything. Just like Pete.

“Well…” You started off, a grin forming on your face as you took on the most innocent look that you possibly could. Tom and Pete shared a look as they sighed, you were about to pull a loophole on them. “Your rule states A pilot, meaning singular right? I brought home two, not three pops. Bob is a WSO, you should know that Captain,” you teased and ducked the throw pillow that Pete tossed at your head. “I have not broken a single rule you set in place… well, that you didn’t find out. Teen years no longer count!” you teased.

Tom turned and glared at Pete, “This is your doing! I raised a respectable, non cheeky girl and then you sunk your hooks in. She is a trouble maker who always gets out of trouble some how,” he sighed. Tom then turned to the three men who sat there quietly, letting you fight your battle which Tom respected, they knew his baby could handle herself. “I don’t care how long I’ve known you Bradshaw, you three hurt a single hair on her head and she sheds one tear of heartbreak to us, you will find yourself in the worst station possible. I will make you miserable and you will regret ever being born. Am I clear?” He asked. All three nodded, chorusing “Yes sir!” and got a nod.

“Well, that went well” you grinned and just heard Pete groan, “Why did I have to have a mini me?” he asked Tom. “Retribution for all the pain you put the Navy through” Tom answered. You smiled at your boyfriends, looking a lot happier then before.

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[callsignaries]

you are a goddess and you’re hands are magic! i’m so glad you were able to write for this i love it