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austin interlude by lesbiseresin
Long distance is something that isn’t easy to pull off. Some nights, Bradley missed him so much that he could feel his absence aching in his ribs, right behind the place where he’d cracked them during the mission with Maverick. Letters can only do so much. Phone calls make it more bearable, but nothing is better than having each other close.
That’s how Bradley usually feels, anyways. He also usually likes Texas, but right now—
“I wish we’d never come here.”
(alternatively: jake & bradley finally sharing the domesticity they deserve)
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lift me up (but don't get stuck!) a03
It's Valentine's Day and Bradley's in a rush. It's a shame he gets trapped in the elevator with the building’s newest (and hottest) tenant.
“Oh, hold it please!” He almost sticks his free hand through the closing doors before he thinks better of it. He’s not in a rush, but if he’s going to pull this off before Ice gets home, he doesn’t have a minute to spare. He can’t believe he forgot the spare key. Luck must be on his side today because a moment later the elevator doors slide back open.
“Thanks, man.” He releases a heavy breath and shoots a relieved smile at the other lone occupant and– oh. It’s the ken doll. Bradley saw him for the first time a couple days ago walking out of the building. His first and only thought when he saw him was gorgeous. Bradley can totally be normal for a minute in his presence. Calm, even. He’s been around beautiful, tanned to perfection, built-like-marble men before. He’s fine.
He hits 14 and takes two steps back to put some space between them and leans against the back railing. The elevator starts up.
“Runnin’ late for a date?” He says. And oh god. His voice drips like honey, slow and smooth. Ken doll’s eyebrows quirk up at him. His eyes are made of sea glass. Ding.
His brain short circuits. “Sorry–?” Ken doll narrows his gaze to the bouquet of roses tucked into Bradley’s left arm. Ding. “Oh! Hah, something like that.”
Ken doll nods his head. “Yeah, didn’t realize how slow this thing can be sometimes.” Ding.
“You just moved in, right?” He blurts without thought. “Not that I–, I mean–, kind of hard not to notice yo– a new face! In the building.” Bradley wonders if he can fall through the floor so hell can swallow him whole. Ding. He feels heat start to creep up his neck.
And then ken doll snorts at him. It shouldn’t be that attractive. But his eyes scrunch up and Bradley can’t stop looking at his dimples. “Yeah, I moved in three days ago. I–” He’s cut off by a horrific jolt. Bradley has to brace himself on the hand railing. The elevator halts completely. Oh shiiiiiit.
“Any chance this happens often and it’s a non-issue?”
“I… normally take the stairs.” Bradley is starting to regret his thoughts concerning luck.
“To the 14th floor? Okay, we’re circling back to that. But first,” Ken doll hits the emergency call button and it rings out. And rings. And rings.
“No signal on my phone either, shit.” Bradley pockets it.
“Well. I gotta feelin’ we should get comfortable, neighbor.” He sends Bradley a wink and sits down on the floor. “I’m Jake, by the way.” Jake. He commits it to memory.
“Bradley.” He slides down into a cross-legged position, carefully maneuvering himself so that their knees are not brushed up against one another. He tosses the flowers to the corner. Won’t be needing those. Sorry Mav. “It’s good cardio.”
“Sorry?” Confused is a good look on Jake.
“Taking the stairs up. It’s good cardio. I only take the elevator when I’m in a rush. And no, the irony isn’t lost on me.” He rests his head against the wall and stares up.
“Sorry about your date, by the way.” Jake looks ruefully at the bouquet. “Hope your girl won’t be too upset with you.”
"Oh– no. They’re for my godfather.” Bradley scratches at his nape. “Well, technically, they’re for his husband. He tends to forget anniversaries and Valentine’s. I’m in charge of keeping the peace. Or rather, making sure my godfather gets to keep his head attached to the rest of his body.” He smiles fondly.
“Worried now that you’ll get demoted?”
“Only if Pete survives the night.” Bradley smiles wistfully . “And no girl, by the way. Or guy.”
“Subtle.” Jake grins at him. Bradley wants the image seared into his corneas.
Jake fiddles with the emergency phone a second time, again with no answer.
“So, Jake.” Bradley could get used to the sound of his name on his tongue. “What brings you to San Diego? Assuming you just moved here?”
“Work. Naval aviator.” Huh.
“So– question. How can you tell if someone is a pilot?”
“Um.. Not sure?”
“They’ll tell you they’re a pilot.” Bradley looks down to try and hide his smile.
“Hilarious.” Jake looks like he thinks the exact opposite. “So what do you do then, Bradley?”
“Naval aviator.” He deadpans.
Jake laughs, bright and unguarded. “You’re shittin’ me.”
“Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, at your service.” He mocks a salute.
Jake looks like he’s searching for something. “Rooster… right?” He catches Bradley by surprise. “I’ve heard of you. Won Top Gun a couple years before me. You know Trace?”
“Yeah, we did a sea tour together a couple years ago.”
“If I were a lesser comedian like yourself I’d make a joke about birds of a feather….”
Bradley rolls his eyes, but still catches himself smiling. He shifts up on his knees and presses the emergency call button again. “Third time’s a charm?”
And it rings. And rings. And— “Yes?”
“Hey! Um, we’re stuck in the elevator? Can someone let us out? I think we’re around the fifth floor.”
“One hour.” The line goes dead.
“Well they clearly love their job. I think I’ll have t’ start taking the stairs too, if only to avoid havin’ to talk to that bundle of joy.” Jake shakes his head.
“Now you’re getting it.” He sighs.
“So– no on-base housing for you?”
“I could ask you the same question.” Bradley lobs back.
“Prefer not to, given the choice. Enjoy the city more this way.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“Yeah.. I get that.” Bradley lets the silence hang for a moment more. “So, did you have any interrupted Valentine’s Day plans?”
“I’ve been here three days. My plans tonight were assembling a bookshelf and organizing some cabinets. No girl... Or guy.” He smirks at Bradley.
“Subtle.” Bradley grins back.
It feels like only mere minutes have passed when Bradley starts to hear signs of life on the other side of the doors, their conversation flowing so naturally.
As soon as they’ve made their escape, Jake motions for Bradley to head to the stairs. Five flights and some heavier breathing later, Jake turns to him.
“Well this is me. But I’m sure I’ll see you around?” His eyes are twinkling. “I guess that applies to both the building and North Island.” He pushes the hallway door open.
“Yeah, you too. Wait–” Bradley doesn’t allow himself to think. “If you’d like some company, I’m decidedly average at assembling IKEA furniture?”
Jake beams at him and props the door open wide. “Let’s go cowboy.”
—
Hours later, Bradley checks his phone.
6 missed calls from Pete
2 new voicemails from Pete
7 new messages from Pete
Jesus. He opens the messages first.
Bradley?? Why aren’t you answering
Where are you?
You were supposed to be here half an hour ago.
Bradley? Are you alive? Did Ice find out?
Not probable. He’d only have me killed.
Call me, kid.
Crisis averted. You’re not off the hook, for the record.
sorry, got stuck in my building’s elevator for a couple hours.
you’d be proud of me tho
started taking ur advice
Say more. Now.
don’t think, just do.
ur flowers found a new home. sorry?
*attached photo of red roses in a vase*
Whose apartment is that?
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One thing about Bradley is that he loves coffee. Another thing about Bradley is that he loves ice cream. Luckily, those two things go well together.
He goes to a family-owned ice cream parlour, one his mom took him to when he was little. He knows all the ladies that work there, a mother and her two daughters, by their names, and they greet him by name as well. The older lady, the mother, asks if he's had a bad day, and it proves that he comes here after he's had a bad day which he joked about with Jake when he directed the man here with no hint of where they were going.
Bradley wanted to bring Jake here even though they were having a rough day, especially because they were having a bad day. This place is special to him in a way that he couldn't explain until he got here. It was something special, a tradition that he wanted to share.
Bradley orders his ice cream, or really, the woman just hands it to him. She knows, they know, the same thing he always gets. One scoop of cappuccino and one scoop of peanut butter. Jake puts his hand on the small of Bradley's back as they take their cones, and he smiles happily at the touch before he says goodbye to the women and walks back to the door with Jake. Maybe he should wait until they're further than just out the door but the words spill out of his mouth before he can stop them.
"My mom used to bring me here before she got sick." He takes a lick of his ice cream before he continues. "After my dad... well, I couldn't get through the day at school without being upset, so the nurses would call her, and she would always come pick me up with no hesitation, no judgement, and she would bring me here." He smiles wistfully. "I... started getting cappuccino cuz I was never allowed to drink coffee, and I thought I was so grown up." He chuckles. "It felt good because I never wanted to grow up, but at the funeral, everyone just kept telling me about how I was the 'man of the family now', and how I had to 'take care of my mom'. I guess I... didn't do a very good job, but I... well, coffee still makes me feel just a little bit more grown-up... like I'm not completely spinning out of control."
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The team's been granted some much needed down time off base in San Diego. They were lucky enough to earn boarding at the same complex and it was really a blessing to have everyone close.
But it was also a nightmare for Rooster on account of his arch-nemesis turned friend and trusted teammate, Jake fucking Seresin being a total shit neighbor.
Phoenix called it flirting and Coyote seemed to think that Jake was basically serving himself up to Rooster on a silver platter, but Rooster stayed stubborn.
No way Hangman was flirting with him. The dude was too much of a natural asshole to even flirt properly. So what if he mockingly "visited" Rooster to "borrow sugar" from him? And so what if he often paraded about the pool area in the skimpiest shorts and swim trunks?
Kinda like he was doing now...
Rooster narrowed his eyes at the blonde, grumbling at his shit-eating grin as he walked past him with a cigar in his mouth and a skateboard in hand and... fucking hell.
"Why's he looking at me like that?"
Phoenix snorts, "You mean, why's he naked and smiling at you with a fat cigar in his mouth obviously meant to represent your dick? No idea."
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So I’m having some thoughts about werewolf!Bradley with human!Jake in which Bradley’s wolf side falls for Jake and Bradley tries to fight it but sometimes he would shift into his wolf and follow Jake around Jake would be like “aw cute puppy 🥰”
Idk, at some point there would be a plot or something but like… would anyone be interested in reading something like that? 👀
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new hangster fic: waiting on the other side
ship: hangman/rooster
rating: explicit
words: 8.3k
tags: later-in-life relationship, getting together, middle-aged men, post-canon
summary:
Mouth agape, Bradley stood there dumbly as his brain tried to calibrate the dissonance of seeing Hangman in a food truck.
“You work here?” Bradley asked, incredulity laced into the question. He supposed bumping into Hangman at an airshow wasn’t entirely unlikely, but the sight of the former aviator—pad in hand, ready to take Bradley’s order—was a shock.
“Even worse, Rooster,” Hangman said easily, and Bradley tried to avoid flinching at the use of his callsign, “I own the place.”
Post-retirement, Bradley is struggling to find his place. He gets help from an unlikely source.
Link: waiting on the other side
Written for @rhubarbdreams for the Happily Ever After exchange. I absolutely loved writing middle-aged Hangster for this event.
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So, I just started writing a Hangster fic based on this TikTok and wanted some feedback so here's the really small part I wrote today. I promise this is not the entire fic, this is just the drunken bad idea that started it all. Keep in mind this is during the beginning of their careers, before they hate each other's guts. See more below the cut
It happened between two country songs, with their elbows on the sticky bar table and one too many beers in hand. Bradley’s hair was messed up and Jake’s smile was drunkenly relaxed.
“We should get married.”
Jake had meant it as a joke, but in his intoxicated state, he found it actually was a pretty damn good way to solve their mutual problem. In front of him, Bradley’s eyes had widened. His mouth opened once, twice, three times before any coherent sentence could come out of it.
“Why?” Okay, maybe not an entire sentence.
Jake waved his half-empty beer around with a shrug as if it was a valid answer. His drinking companion’s confused face told him it wasn’t.
“Well,” he started, “first of all, I want to beat Javy to it.” Bradley snorted before downing the last of his drink. “Last of all, we’d get out of the barracks.”
The thunk of a glass bottle being heavily put down on the table didn’t startle Jake, but the scream did.
“What?!” Bradley exclaimed. He looked as if Jake had just told him he was a Genie and that he could solve all his problems on the spot.
Jake nodded seriously as he also finished up his beer. He’d heard Bradley complain loudly and so often about the barracks and how it was unfair higher ranking officers got better housing (even if it was just that, military housing) than them that he’d done his research (asked Javy) and learned about married life benefits. Of course, he’d never believed it was accessible to him - seeing as his dating life was more dead than anyone ever buried or cremated in humanity’s history - but he’d always hoped deep down to get out of those shitty barracks.
“You’re not joking, please tell me you’re not joking.”
Jake put his hand on his chest, not where his heart was. “I swear it on my nan’s grave.”
Bradley rolled his eyes. “Your grandma’s well and alive.”
Jake paused. His grandmother was, in fact, living her best life in a nursing home back in Texas.
“On my old man’s grave than.” Even if the bastard wasn’t worth much in this conversation.
Bradley hummed approvingly as he pulled out his phone and started typing something on it. He scrolled for a few seconds while the opening chords of Foghat’s Slow Ride rung out before nodding and showing Jake the screen. It depicted the location of so called “County Clerk Recorder” with the section “Express Marriage Services 24/7” opened. The rings were even offered on the spot for 20 bucks. Jake looked up from the phone to Bradley.
“We are so getting out of those shitty barracks,” Bradley said seriously and, in their drunk state, it was such a good fucking idea, why wouldn’t they get married. It was for a perfectly good and reasonable reason, after all.
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OK I've been watching far too many documentaries recently but all I can think about is ✨ free diving hangster AU ✨
Jake is a well renowned and pretty famous free diver and Bradley an ex free diver turned safety diver after losing his dad to a free diving incident and vowing to never put another family through that kind of loss (or leave a diver to die alone because of a simple mistake with the guide lines)
And at the start they loathe each other, Bradley being too cautious and Jake being too much of an ass and cocksure and blacking out far too often but they soon find this rhythm as partners where Jake doesn't want anyone else but Bradley as his main safety on any of his dives and they start growing closer in the off seasons and during training and then Jake attempts a world record at vertical blue or some other big competition and it goes wrong and -
PLEASE SOMEONE BETTER THAN ME WRITE THIS I BEG YOU
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The Love Chicken
“My dad said he knew my mom was the one over a bottle of wine and the best roast chicken he ever had.”
“And now you’re making it for Hangman. So he can figure out that you’re the one.”
“Something like that.”
Bradley cooks for Jake. It goes even better than expected.
(post canon, getting back together, straight up sweet fluff)
The ridiculously catchy intro to an old Fall Out Boy song cuts through the classic rock station he has on. Phoenix.
Bradley puts her on speaker as he sautés the green beans and glances at the timer on the stove.
“Hard deck in an hour?”
“Can’t. Plans.”
“With Hangman? Bring him along.”
“Maybe later.” The timer set for the potatoes goes off and it takes Natasha about two seconds to put it together.
“Are you…cooking for him?” And Bradley is a lot of things but he’s not a great liar so while he tries to think of a way to change the subject, Natasha lets out a low whistle. “It’s going to be different this time, right?”
Because she was there for the first time, the messy fights and makeups that never truly fixed things. Bradley and Jake had something that burned so bright but crashed before it truly had a chance to take off, both of them falling too fast and terrified the other wasn’t.
Bradley was going to make sure it was different this time.
“Yeah. It already is. These last two weeks…” After the mission he and Jake had been damn near inseparable. At first, Bradley thought Jake just needed to see him, needed proof he really did survive. But the more hours they spent together, laughed together, the more Bradley realized this is what it was supposed to be like.
Bradley was aware he never truly got over Jake, but he forgot just how desperately he loved him. And unlike all those years ago, he was finally courageous enough to tell him.
“My dad said he knew my mom was the one over a bottle of wine and the best roast chicken he ever had.”
“And now you’re making it for Hangman. So he can figure out that you’re the one.”
“Something like that.” It’s a testament to how nervous he must sound that she doesn’t make fun of him.
“What time is he coming over?” Bradley glances at the clock.
“Five minutes. But it’s Jake so-“ he hears a rustling of keys in the door. “Oh god, he’s here.”
“You got this Bradshaw. Enjoy the Love Chicken.” And Bradley barely has enough time to hang up and toss his phone on the counter before Jake walks in.
“You said to bring a bottle of wine but I weirdly don’t know if you’re a red or white guy so,” he holds up his hands, a bottle in each. “I brought both.” Jake looks between the roast chicken resting on the stovetop and the kitchen table set with actual cloth napkins. “You trying to wine and dine me so you can tell me you need help burying a body?”
“Can’t a guy do something nice?” Rooster rolls his eyes and gets the roasted potatoes out of the oven. Jake lets out a low whistle.
“Oh this is very nice. I love roasted potatoes.”
“I know.” Bradley says and he turns to the vegetables so Jake doesn’t see the red flush coloring his cheeks.
They open the red wine and have an easy conversation over dinner, only arguing about the superior movie in the Mighty Ducks franchise.
“But the Bash Brothers! And the knuckle puck!” Jake waves his fork around and Bradley laughs but doesn’t give in. He’ll never bet against the original, that movie helped raise him.
He takes a deep breath, knowing that dinner is near over and its time to actually talk to Jake. Bradley puts his hands on his thighs, forcing them to be still and is about to start talking when Jake swallows another bite of chicken and makes a satisfied sound.
“Jesus Bradshaw, you cook like this again for me and I’ll marry you.” Jake leans back in his seat and the sunlight hits his golden hair just so perfectly and before he knows it Bradley is blurting out:
“Okay.”
It’s silent. Jake’s eyes pop open and Bradley can feel his cheeks start to heat up, the flush working its way up his neck. There’s no way he can play this off as a joke, no way to take it back. It was too serious, too honest and too revealing of everything he ever wanted.
“Shit,” Bradley mutters under his breath. “Shit Jake, I’m sorry, I made this dinner to talk to you about maybe giving us a shot, like a real one.” The words don’t stop coming out and Bradley starts talking even faster. “Because you’re really important to me and I want a relationship with you because I think, no, I know you’re the one and-“
He’s interrupted by the sound of a chair scraping across the floor. A second later he has a lapful of Jake Seresin and he has barely enough time to register the shock before he is being kissed.
And oh boy is Bradley being kissed.
It’s different from the ones they shared before, kissing Jake was always incredible but it had an undercurrent of competition and neither every truly let themselves get lost in it. This was nothing like that. The walls were down for both of them and they were both, finally, all in.
Bradley’s not sure how long they stay like that until Jake moves his head slightly back and rests his forehead against Bradley’s.
“Holy shit. I really might marry you.” Jake’s voice is full of wonder. Bradley rolls his eyes but brings his hands up to cup Jake’s face.
“Typical, you fly right from being friends to being engaged.” On the last word, a shiver runs through Jake.
“I’m dead serious, baby.” Jake says and Bradley’s heart is about to literally leap out of his chest. He stares at Jake for a second more and smiles.
“I already said yes, didn’t I?”
—
Later, as they are tangled up in bed and Bradley’s head is resting on Jake’s bare chest, Jake leans over to check the time on his phone. He chuckles and Bradley look up at him, one eyebrow raised.
“A new message in the group chat.” Jake holds his phone out for Bradley to see.
Phoenix: So are you two boyfriends?
“That’s presumptuous to send it to everyone.” Bradley snorts and Jake laughs.
“Sweetheart, I’m pretty sure you’re the only one who didn’t realize i was a sure thing.” And even after everything that happened over the last few hours, hearing it still makes Bradley smile.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Jake runs a hair through Bradley’s curls. “I’ve been crazy about you since like…five minutes after we met. Hasn’t really stopped.” Bradley adjusts himself so he’s next to Jake.
“Never stopped for me either. Doubt it ever will.” And Jake smiles and Bradley thinks ‘yeah, this is it.’
“That’s what I’m counting on.”
Hangman: Fiancées actually. See y’all Monday.
And they turn off their phones and fall back together.
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been you all along
Somehow, in a truly horrifying twist of fate, Bradley's mortal enemy became his daughter's favorite person.
Or
Five times Jake was his daughter's favorite person, and the one time he was Bradley's too.
🥀
When Helen shows up at his door, she's crying silently, her nose red and her eyes puffy.
She's also holding a sleeping baby to her chest, its head resting on her thin shoulders. Bradley stares at them both, stunned.
"I can't do this," she tells him, a shaking hand coming up to wipe the tears off her cheeks.
The words send a shiver down his spine. Helen not only sounds tired and terrified out of her mind, but also so, so sure.
"Do what? Helen-"
"I can't raise a kid on my own," she whispers, "I don't want to raise a kid on my own, Bradley. I don't know how to be a mom."
"Wait-"
"All her papers are here- I signed everything, so you have full custody-"
"-wait-"
"Everything I bought for her is in this bag-"
"Helen!"
She stops speaking, swallows, then puts the empty car seat she's been holding down on the ground. Her hands aren't shaking anymore, and neither is her voice. "If you don't want to keep her, you can give her up for adoption, or put her in foster care."
Her.
A little girl.
He has a little girl.
"Helen, I don't know how to do this," he says, pleading, takes a step forward.
She takes one back, away from him, and away from their kid. She looks down at their little girl, and her face crumbles, but she just shakes her head. Helen shrugs helplessly, and tears continue to stream down her face. "Neither do I."
She bends down, puts the kid in the car seat, and presses a kiss to her forehead.
Then, she's gone.
.
Caroline Jane Bradshaw.
She has ten fingers, ten toes, and his mother's eyes.
He never told Helen about his mom, so it must be a coincidence that she chose a name so similar to hers.
Bradley loves it.
Caroline coos, lips stretched in a wide grin as she looks up at him with her big blue eyes. He sists on the cold floor beside her car seat, grabs one of her little pudgy hands in his much bigger one and smiles back. Her smile falls off her face after a few seconds, and she kicks up her legs, lifts her back off the seat. She screws up her face, clenches her little fists, and lets out a mighty wail that scares the hell out of him. He puts a hand on her head and gently runs it through her short hair, scratching lightly in what he Hope's is a soothing manner. He turns out to be wrong, and she only screams louder. It gets to the point where her lips are turning blue from how hard she's crying, and Bradley can't take it anymore, so he gathers the courage to pick her up. He's clumsy at first, and almost drops her a couple of times, but then her cries quieten, and she let's her head drop to his chest. He cranes his neck awkwardly, and sees her eyes drooping as she settles. He leans back against the couch and does too.
He's scared shitless of doing this, doesn't know the first thing about being a dad, but-
She has his mother's eyes, and his father's nose, and- she's his daughter.
She's his daughter, and he won't give her up.
.
《1》
Come October, Bradley almost quits flight school. Between his grueling schedule, the difficulty of finding a nanny willing to work the hours he needs her to, and his baby girl screaming her head off practically all the time, Bradley's running on coffee and sheer force of will.
Tonight (this morning?) is no different- it's 3 am and he's pacing his room with Caroline in his arms, swaying from side to side in an effort to calm her. Her cries quiet down every now and then, but she doesn't stop crying.
She's so loud he almost doesn't hear the knock on the door. He ignores it in favor of grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. Whoever it is is persistent, though, knocks becoming louder with every second the door is still shut. Bradley huffs and walks over, yanks the door open so harshly he could have ripped it off its hinges.
The man on the other side has his hand raised in the air, as if he was about to knock again, and Bradley raises an eyebrow. Hangman- his rival, and the bane of his existence- somehow manages to look good even though he's in sweatpants and a tank top, his hair disheveled and eyes wild- so he's either crazy or sleep-deprived.
Bradley can relate.
"What-"
"Give 'er here," the man mutters, extending his arms out. Bradley automatically moves away, turning to the side in an effort to hide his daughter.
Hangman rolls his eyes. "Listen man, I have ta' be up in-" he looks at his watch and curses, "-less than three hours and I haven't slept a wink today- and trust me when I tell you, me not sleeping? Not in anyone's best interest."
"I don't give
Bradley hesitates. The other man throws his hands up in the air, then turns around and starts heading back to his room.
"Wait," Bradley calls out, voice shaky.
.
"-my horse's name is Olive," Jake is saying as he walks back and forth with Caroline in his arms. His daughter is starting to quiet down, letting out the occasional hiccup here and there, "-and we have chicken, and cows, and pigs- hey, do you know what we have on the farm? A swing-" he goes on like that, jumping from one subject to another, until she's totally settled and- to Bradley's utter disbelief, her eyes start to droop. Hangman keeps talking, gradually getting quieter, until he stops. For a few seconds, the only sound in the room is their breathing, and Bradley is so grateful he thinks he might cry.
But he also feels like a failure.
"Want me to put her down?"
Bradley nods shakily, gestures at the crib besides his bed.
Hangman walks past him to the door, and though Bradley knows he should say something to thank him, or at least walk him to the door, he can't get himself to look away from his little girl.
"Hey," Hangman calls out, waits until Bradley tears his eyes away from Caroline before he continues, "you're doing good, Rooster."
Then he walks out, and Bradley collapses onto his bed.
You're doing good.
It might not be the truth, but damn it all, it does help.
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hangman x rooster || rating: explicit || wc: 1.7k
If you had told Rooster a week ago that he would be stumbling into his base housing with Hangman, making out against every surface Rooster could push him into, he would have called you a liar. As it was, he still couldn’t quite believe this was happening, even though Hangman’s tongue was currently in his mouth.
Or, the one where Hangman and Rooster hook up and Hangman slips up, admitting his daddy kink. Rooster goes all in.
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sweet nothing
by lesbiseresin
“It’s not like I’m offering to stitch you up or something. I’m just saying, you look like you could use a hand.”
Bradley’s mind flits back to the carrier and the solid grip of Hangman’s hand grasping his own. “I can handle it myself,” he says, because it’s true. It would hurt more and take longer, but handling things himself is what he’s used to. Not whatever it is that Hangman is offering.
“I know.”
(alternatively: bradley is tired. hangman takes him home.)
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Dallas Stars captain Jake Seresin gets traded to the New York Rangers in an unprecedented off-season trade. Bradley had wondered when the ghosts of his past would come back around to bite him in the ass.
Or, the ice hockey AU that no one (me) asked for.
#hangster#tgm#my writing#bradley rooster bradshaw#jake hangman seresin#hangster fic#chapter 1 posted!!!
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Secrets of a 30-Year-Old Flyboy — ch. 3
Fake Roonix, Secret Hangster | Words: 780 | Warnings: Blood, medical stuff, sickness, miscommunications, and boys being stupid.
"They said he had a dangerously high fever, and his appendix burst. That's all I got before they rushed him into surgery." Tears had gathered in the blue eyes behind glasses but he was trying to hold them back, keeping up appearances. Bradley had looked so similar to after the accident, blood on his face and unconscious.
Stepping closer, Mav wrapped his arm around Ice’s waist and leaned into his side. He held him tightly. Mav knew what Ice was remembering. “It’s not like that this time,” he murmured to him. “Appendixes happen all the time. It’s routine surgery.” Maverick didn’t voice that he was worried about the fact that Bradley had been in the air. He’d been sustaining G-force pressures with a bad appendix. What kind of damage did that do? He knew it was normal for the average person, but this wasn’t normal. Because, of course, nothing had to be normal about Bradley.
Phoenix shooed the squadron to take seats. She focused on them to give her something to do while being sick with worry. The least she could do was make everyone give Bradley’s Godfathers some privacy. She felt awful because she had teased Bradley in the locker room instead of asking how he was doing. She’d seen that he didn’t feel good.
While everyone else took a seat, Jake hadn’t been able to do so. He stood off to the side, with his back pressed against the wall. He couldn’t stop the fine tremors that were running through him or the waves of dizziness. "It's not like last time." Ice repeats with a nod, exactly like Bradley would do when he was trying to convince himself of something. A mannerism that he must've picked up from the other man.
"What happened last time?" Bob asks, clearly listening and not reading the room.
Phoenix tried to shush Bob, flapping a hand in his face. “Not now, dude,” she hissed. She knew a little bit about the accident, just a few things Bradley had said or that she figured out.
Maverick turned his glower to Bob. All of his sour attitude from earlier returned full force and once again focused on the entire squadron. “There was an accident,” he said, voice clipped. “Now keep your noses to yourself about it.”
"Sorry," Bob says softly, immediately backing down and looking away like a little kid getting scolded by their father.
It's about 5 minutes later when they're all sitting in the waiting room. A nurse makes his way to Ice and pulls him off to the side. "Sir, your son came in with these on around his neck. We had to remove them for the surgery and want to make sure they're kept safe." She explains, handing two sets of dog tags to the admiral.
Accepting both sets of dog tags, Ice frowned and looked down at them in his hand. He rolled them until he could see the stamped text. Bradley’s and…Seresin’s? He frowned as he turned his attention back to the nurse. “Thank you,” he said, glancing down at the tags again. “He was wearing both sets?” Ice can’t help but ask, not understanding what was going on with this at all. It was bad enough that Bradley was in surgery. He couldn’t focus on much beyond his worry.
"Yes, sir. They were both around his neck when he came in." She places a gentle hand on his arm. "I'll be back to give you updates on the surgery when I have them."
Nodding, Ice looks back down at the tags in his hand before he steps away. “Thank you,” he says again before he returns to Maverick’s side. Sitting heavily in the chair next to his husband, Iceman stares at the tags in his hand for a moment longer before he shifts and slides them into his pocket. He glances at where Hangman is leaning against a wall on the opposite side of the room before he turns his attention back to Maverick. “No update yet,” he said with a heavy sigh. “She just wanted to give me his tags, for safekeeping. And Seresin’s as well. Bradley was wearing them.”
Maverick turns and blinks at his husband. "I'm sorry... what did you just say?" He frowns.
“You heard me,” Ice said dryly as he leaned back in his chair and took Maverick’s hand in his own. There was a fine tremor in Ice’s hands that he was trying to hide from everyone else. “He was also wearing Hangman’s dog tags.”
Maverick is absolutely stunned, speechless. "But he... they..." He clears his throat a little. "Are you sure they're not Phoenix's dog tags?" He asks quietly.
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I wanted to make this one longer but I forgot about Tumblrs stupid text limit. 😭 Thanks for reading! 💕 Donate to my food fund if you want. 🥰
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a fic by icezansky for chase_acow
rating: Teen and Up
summary: “Alright, here’s one,” he laughs. “I think Jake’s a cocky asshole and I’ll be surprised if he makes it to the merge. That's if he even manages to make it out of Tribal Council tonight.”
A Daggers Survivor AU.
relationships: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Jake "Hangman" Seresin
tags: Alternate Universe, Survivor (TV Series), Alternate Universe - Reality Show, Huddling for Warmth, Happily Ever After
words: 10,000
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new chapter out :D
summary:
Jake needs to process some things. Maybe ignore them. Mostly ignore them.
Don’t tell Javy though.
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Flameo: oh yeah @H_ngm_n
Flameo: beach day
Flameo: next week
Flameo: tues all day
Flameo: we’ll be using Bradley’s old beach house
H_ngm_n: ok?
Flameo: you’re invited dumbass
H_ngm_n: That so? I had no clue
Flameo: choke
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