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It's midnight, damn right we're would up too tight
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Or the one where Andrew is acting like a little bitch because Kevin is gone and he hasn't come in a full day. Neil gets irritated and decides to fix his attitude problem.Series
- Part 2 of Soft Dom Neil Josten
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Uh, Mickey, There’s No Kissing, You Misunderstand by thatadrenalinejunkie for Nixie_DeAngel
Fandoms: Top Gun (Movies)
21 Dec 2025
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Reuben looks between the two of them, clearly confused. “Uh… isn’t y’all’s anniversary coming up soon? When is it again?” He turns to Natasha for backup, like she’ll confirm this isn’t as weird as it sounds.
Nat just shrugs, unbothered. "Must be next month or so,” she says, like this is a totally normal conversation.
Bradley blinks. Once. Twice. “Our what?”
Jake makes a faint choking sound from across the table. “Anniversary for what, exactly?”
Now everyone looks genuinely confused. Javy squints, Mickey’s staring like he’s trying to solve a math problem, and Bob looks one wrong answer from chugging his soda and ditching them all.
Reuben’s voice goes slow and careful, like he’s explaining a simple concept to a particularly dense child. “Your relationship?”
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Or, the one where Bradley watches gay porn and finally sees what’s been right in front of him.
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In which Rooster learns the meaning of stress relief and Hangman accidentally ties his own noose.
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Jake and Bradley fight. And then they fuck.
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Conditions of Absolute Reality by StarlingDust for shealwaysreads (onereader)
Fandoms: Top Gun (Movies)
01 Jan 2026
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The moment they’d bundled Bradley into the medical bay and the heady cocktail of elation and relief and pride had quieted its song in his bloodstream, a strange sense of detachment had descended on him. Two weeks later, it still hasn’t lifted. Bradley feels like he’s been watching the world from behind a thick pane of frosted glass—everything muffled and faraway and just beyond his reach.
If anything, the nightmares are a relief, because at least they feel real.
Maybe it’s his mind trying to protect itself from the trauma. Maybe the bailout rattled his brain harder than anyone realised. Maybe, he thinks, letting his head fall to one side to catch a glimpse of the unfamiliar landscape peeking through the gap in the curtains, it’s just the surreality of everything that’s come after. Like ending up here, in Jake Seresin's childhood home.
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"Do the math, Rooster. You've got one hand, pain in your neck whenever you move a little wrong—don't argue, I'm not fucking blind—and three weeks of suffering left."
"Two and half," Bradshaw interjects. Jake ignores him.
"I, on the other, have two perfectly functional hands, no qualms, and a healthy regard for your sexual well being. Because we're friends."
or; it's just a favor. all bradshaw has to do is accept his help and not make it weird after.