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broosterradley · 3 months

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3 Is Better Than 2 - Pouts & Promises | Hangster x Reader

Warnings: Rooster x Reader, Hangman x Reader, swearing, mentions of smut, Jake and Bradley both being whipped for you, established relationship, poly relationship.

WC: 2k

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The house was concerningly quiet when Bradley entered it at three PM on a Saturday, a bouquet of pink camellia’s in his hand that he couldn’t resist buying on the way out of the grocery store. “Hey, Hangman,” he called out as he set the keys to his Bronco down onto the kitchen counter.

He was met with more silence, and he wasn’t used to the place being so void of life. Is this what it felt like for you when the guys went on deployments? If so, he was never leaving you again.

“Jake?” He tried again, then glanced inside the garage and saw that the blond’s truck wasn’t in there.

Great, now he had to bring the groceries in by himself.

With a huff, Bradley made his way down the hall and peeked his head into your office, finding you sitting at your desk with your back to him. “Hey, princess,” he greeted as he entered the nicely decorated room. “I got you these.”

He held the flowers out in front of you since you had yet to turn and face him. “Thanks, Bradley,” you take them from him with a small smile.

“Where’d that guy go, huh?” He asked as he looked over at the photo of the three of you at the Hard Deck you had on your bookshelf. “I got some stuff to bring in.”

You turned in your chair and set the flowers aside, giving Bradley the first real look at your face since returning home. “I can help you,” you offer and stand up, moving to walk past him but he reaches out and halts you.

Bradley’s eyes narrow at the redness in your own, and he straightens up a bit as he gently grabs your waist with both hands. “What’s the matter, huh?” He softly asked when he saw the way your bottom lip quivered. “What’d he do this time, pretty girl?”

You shrugged, stepping forward and casting your gaze down at his chest. “Nothing, really,” you try to brush off his questions, but you knew by now that neither he or Jake take kindly to people upsetting you.

So on the rare occasion that it was one of them, the other didn’t let up. “Tell me, baby,” he coaxed, bringing his hand up and pulling at your lip with his thumb. “I hate seeing you look sad.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” you say quietly.

“Don’t be sorry,” he murmured and kissed your forehead. “Just tell me what the fucker did so I have an excuse to kick his ass.”

That had you laughing a bit, like he knew it would, and when you pulled away to look up at him, you both wore small grins. “He just said something that hurt my feelings, is all,” you tell him, and Bradley knew you were still holding back because you hated pinning the two guys against each other.

“What did he say?” He asked and you gave him a wary look. “I won’t get mad at him too much, princess, promise. Tell me what he said.”

Bradley was definitely the softer one out of him and Jake, but he was also the one who is more protective over you. He wasn’t afraid to smack some sense into his fellow aviator, and he had on more than one occasion.

Jake was newer to relationships as he slept around before settling down with you, and with Bradley by default, though the men had a small distaste for one another.

They put up with each other only for you, and you were well aware of the power you held over them.

“It’s fine, Bradley,” you try to wave him off again, but he gives you a look that has you sighing in defeat. “He just said…that I’m ungrateful and that I should be more respectful when I talk to him. Maybe I was acting like a bit of a brat earlier…I didn’t mean to, I swear. I’m sorry.”

You spoke quickly as if you were scared that Bradley would lash out on you in the way Jake had apparently done earlier.

He shook his head and wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling you up against his chest with a soft grunt. “I’m not mad, baby,” he assured you, kissing the top of your head when you relaxed in his hold. “Not at you.”

“Don’t be mad at Jake, please,” you begged softly, bunching up the fabric of his black tee in your hands. “He hurt my feelings, but I don’t want him to be ganged up on. Please, Bradley?”

He looked down at your pretty face and held back a moan at how fucking cute and sweet you are. Jake had upset you earlier, but you still didn’t want him to receive the earful Bradley was already planning on giving him.

He wanted to throw you over his shoulder and take you to bed right now, because how could you possibly be this perfect? “Okay, princess,” he agreed, brushing your hair out of your face and pressing a deep kiss to your lips. “I won’t be too mean to him, okay? But I am going to talk to him.”

You sigh but nod, knowing that he wouldn’t let Jake think he could hurt your feelings and not face the consequences. “Okay,” you place your hands flat against his chest and gaze up at him with wide eyes. “You said you have stuff to bring in?”

Bradley nodded and pulled you back to his chest when you tried to walk past him. “But you’re not going to help me with it,” he stated, and you pouted at him. He pulled on your lip again before leaning down to kiss you. Hard. “You’re going to go into the bedroom, okay? I’m gonna show you the respect you deserve.”

You bite down gently on your lip as you press your thighs together. “Are you sure?”

Bradley nodded and kissed you one last time before guiding you out of your office and pushing you towards your room. “Wait for me, okay? I want to take those clothes off you myself,”

You whimper and nod, turning around and quickly making your way to the bedroom.

Bradley watched you until he couldn’t anymore, and then he turned and went back outside. Once he brought the last bag in, he pulled off his top and dropped it onto the kitchen floor, leaving it for Jake to discover later as he headed towards the room, planning to get you off in all the ways he’s done before, but this time by himself.

He made you cum on his fingers, tongue and cock over and over again until you were crying for him to fill you up, and when he did, you kept him close for a long time after.

He whispered soft praises to you as you came down, a light layer of sweat covering the both of you as you held each other until you fell asleep.

It was still early in the evening, but Bradley decided to let you have a quick rest after the bad morning you had with Jake.

He pulled his jeans back on and made his way into the kitchen, pausing by the living room when he saw Jake sitting on the couch, Bradley’s shirt in his hand and an unreadable look on his face. “Hey,” the brunet greeted in a stiff voice. “Dick.”

Jake huffed as Bradley began walking again, and he followed him into the kitchen. “I know, I’m an asshole,” he muttered as he threw the shirt onto the barstool.

“Yeah, you are,” Bradley agreed as he started to put away the groceries.

Jake sighed and sat at the breakfast bar, green eyes full of guilt as he asked, “Is she mad?”

“No, she’s not mad,” Bradley answered with a humorless laugh. “But you hurt her feelings. Why are you such a prick to her sometimes? Do you realize how fucking lucky we are? Because I do.”

“I know, I don’t deserve her,” Jake said under his breath as Bradley shoved the bags into a bigger one and tossed it onto the top shelf in the pantry cupboard. “You’re so good to her, it’s hard to compete sometimes.”

“No one’s competing, Jake,” Bradley scoffed, grabbing his shirt and walking towards the laundry room. “If you haven’t noticed, she’s ours. All ours. She isn’t expecting us to one up each other all the time.”

Jake huffed again and leaned back. “Where is she?”

It was silent for a few seconds before Bradley came back into the kitchen, this time wearing a white muscle tee and a Hawaiian printed shirt. “In bed. Where I left her after ensuring her that she’s not ungrateful or a brat,”

“She thinks she’s a brat?”

“Yeah, she even apologized for it and didn’t want me to go off on you like you deserve,”

“Fuck,” Jake groaned as he stood up. “I’m such a dick.”

Bradley nodded with a tight smile. “Yep,” then pointed in the direction of your room. “Go say sorry, then get ready. We’re going to the Hard Deck.”

Jake nodded, pushing past him and going down the hall where Bradley assumed you were still sleeping. He went back into your office as he heard Jake open the bedroom door, and he took the flowers and put them in a vase with water as he waited for you and Jake to kiss and makeup.

“Y/n?” Jake asked as he poked his head into the room. You were propped up against the pillows with a frown on your lips, and Jake felt his heart break a bit at the sight. “I’m sorry, sweet girl.”

You huff and look away as Jake enters the room and sits down beside you on the messy bed. “For what?”

“Everything,” he answered and took your hand in his, surprised that you actually let him. He had to give it to him, Bradley was damn good at putting you in a better mood. “I didn’t mean what I said, honey. I was out of line, I’m sorry.”

You don’t meet his eyes as you shrug, and you looked so cute in the shirt he recognized as his own. “It’s fine,”

“It’s not fine,” he rasped, kissing the back of your hand repeatedly. “You deserve better than me, sweetheart. I’m so sorry for what I said to you. You’re not ungrateful, and you’re so good to me. I love you, you know that?”

You look over at him with a small smile. “I know,” you say quietly, lacing your fingers with his. “I love you, too, I just…I don’t know. Maybe I was acting like a bitch earlier, I’m sorry-”

Jake shook his head and moved to wrap his arms around you. “You’re not a bitch, sweetheart,” he promised and kissed your temple. “You’re so sweet, far too sweet for me, but I’m so glad I’m yours, honey. I wouldn’t have it any other way; you, me…and I guess Rooster.”

You laughed and leaned up to kiss his jaw. “Roo helped me feel better,” you pointed out and Jake sighed.

“I know, and he shouldn’t have to do that. I shouldn’t be acting like a prick to you in the first place,” he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck before standing up. “Bradley’s an alright guy, I guess. He wants to go out tonight, so you and I need to get ready.”

You grin at him and crawl over to the edge of the bed. “Shower with me?” You sweetly ask as you hold your arms out to him.

Jake smiled down at you as he effortlessly picked you up. “How could I say no to that?” He smirked as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “I’ll do better, sweet girl. I promise.”

He knew Bradley probably wore you out while he was cheering you up, so he wasn’t planning on having a quickie with you in the shower. Instead, he massaged your hair and body as he washed you, telling you how much he adores and loves you as he did so. That alone gave him pleasure.

And if you ended up in between both guys once you returned home, then that was just a bonus.

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foreveraweirdoneslife · 1 month

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Masterlist - Top Gun Fics

~ unless stated otherwise, Ice lives in all my fics ~

(* contains smut as part of the story)

(** smut fic)

(+ these fics can be read as a consecutive story but don't have to be read that way)

[icemav]

I Think We're Alone Now (formerly: You Can Be My Wingman Anytime)*+ (ao3)

(WIP, 16/?, switching POV between Mav and Ice, set between summer ‘86 and summer ‘87, word count: 30.5k+)

After their grand declaration of mutual wingmanship, Ice and Mav are constantly drawn to each other and it's really only a matter of time until they become more than friends. It's a venturous enterprise - being a gay couple in the Navy. They are determined to make it work but life is putting more than enough obstacles in their way. Or Icemav’s first year as a couple.

Like No Time Has Passed At All**+ (ao3, tumblr)

(complete, one-shot, Mav’s POV, set immediately after TG:M, side pairing: hangster, word count: 3.7k)

Old married icemav are having some fun in the bedroom while Bradley is in the house, too.

[hangster]

Weekend Trip*+ (ao3)

(complete, 5/5, Bradley's POV, set 5 months after TG:M ('22), side pairing: icemav, word count: 12.8k)

Jake's first weekend with Bradley in the Mitchell-Kazansky house. It's chaos and banter and maybe also a bit embarrassing but they nevertheless can't leave their hands off each other.

[icemavgoosecarole]

Ocean of Love*(*) (ao3)

(WIP, 4/?, Switching POVs, set shortly after TG86, everyone lives, polycule, word count: 11.9k+)

Goose, Mav and Carole are a polycule. Then Ice comes into the picture, too, and becomes Mav's boyfriend. It doesn't take long until Mav introduces Ice to the group.

[Last updated: 05/12/2024]

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the-ace-with-spades · 10 months

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bro… BRO…… i NEED you to write a part 2 to the hangster hs au it was SO GOOD

You ask and you shall receive (kinda? this is what I imagine happened after)

(I love high school aus so much, I just don't have time to write it all properly 😭)

link to kinda part 1

Bradley realizes he's an idiot as soon as he hangs up with Nat and even more realizes he needs to talk to Jake, now. He wants to talk in person just so he can explain to Jake that he was very unaware until this evening but he'd still very much like to be his boyfriend and go to prom to him and everything that follows.

He takes Mav's motorcycle (without permission) and drives to Jake's house. It's already quite late but he can't see the light in Jake's bedroom upstairs so he knocks on the door.

Jake's mom opens the door and when he says that, you know, it's late but he'd like to just quickly tell Jake something, his mom tells him they're having a family night tonight and whatever it is can wait for school tomorrow.

So Bradley gets back home, gets grounded by Mav (and discreetly ungrounded by Ice within the same fifteen minutes, because Ice is soft), and tries to fall asleep but he's jumping out of his skin because suddenly he really, really wants to kiss Jake and hold his hand and maybe hold him, actually, in his arms, for as long as he lets him.

He drives to Jake's house in the morning to pick him up like he always does on Fridays and Jake's mom tells him he's already out, taking his sister to school. Jake didn't text him about it so Bradley texts him to ask if everything is okay with him but doesn't get the reply.

They meet in front of the school, at their usual waiting spot.

Bradley barely manages to get into Jake's hearing range and some guy from Jake's football team comes up to them and starts chatting and Bradley holds back from physically shutting him up because he needs to talk to Jake and he can't do it with people around.

"Hey, now that everyone knows you and Bradshaw aren't together-together, I thought maybe you could go—"

Bradley knows where he's going and hell no.

He grabs the guy by his shoulder and squeezes, nails going through the jersey, smiling through his teeth at the guy.

Jake, bless his heart, entirely not focused on anything today, just asks, "Huh?"

Bradley gives the guy a reminder squeeze and lets go, clapping him on the back a bit too hard, until he clears his throat and mutters, "Nothing, nothing. I'll see you around, dude."

By their lunch period, he had to dodge four other people who wanted to ask Jake to prom — two girls who Jake would've said no to, anyway, because he's gay, and a guy from Bradley's baseball team, a guy from their sophomore art class, and two guys Bradley has never even met — and thank fucking god they had most of their classes together.

He was planning on asking Jake out after school, when they finally had some time alone, but there are two periods they don't have together and around two hours after with their sports team before they finish and he's not taking the chances.

So when Jake grabs his lunch from his locker, Bradley takes him by the hand and walks them between the crowd until they're in the music rehearsal room.

Until his junior year, Bradley was the main pianist for their theater club. At times when it was premiere season, Bradley would sit in the rehearsal room, learning to play new songs, and Jake would sit on the floor next to the piano and study. Usually, before they left, Bradley would check his English homework.

"What are we doing here?"

Suddenly, Bradley is really nervous — what if he's reading it all wrong? What if it's just him? What if Jake changed his mind and doesn't want to go to prom with him or be together?

So instead of spilling the beans, he says, "Thought we could come here for old times' sake."

He closes the piano cover and Jake sits down next to him on the bench. When he takes out his lunch, he hands Bradley a couple of honeycomb cookies his mom must've made. He's not looking at Bradley, uncharacteristically quiet like he's been the whole day.

He doesn't know how to start so he says, begging Jake to look him in the eyes the whole time, "I told Mav about the yearbook thing."

"Yeah? He must've laughed his ass off too."

"No, he actually thought—he thought you were my—my boyfriend, for real."

Jake fidgets, sliding a couple inches away and still not looking at him. Bradley tries not to panic. "Ridiculous, right? That anyone could think that."

Bradley tries to breathe. Tries to push the words out. "I mean, is it really? I mean, you're—and I'm—"

Jake glances at him, just for a second and that meadow green is gone, and god, he hopes he's right about this.

"We kind of—fit together, right? We wouldn't be friends if we—That's not what—" He hates this. "I wouldn't mind being more than friends."

"Best friends?" Jake questions, turned to him but still not looking at him.

"No, I mean, more than that."

Jake's breath hitches and he can see his chest puffing as he holds it in. "Like—a couple?"

"Yeah, one most likely to get married, if you want—"

Suddenly, he's got an armful of Jake pressing into him and he barely manages to hold them both from rolling off the bench.

Jake is speaking into his neck but he can hear the smile in his voice. "You want to be together? And date? And go to prom? And—"

"That was the next thing was going to ask before someone crushed me."

He snorts, into Bradley's shoulder, and Bradley could fucking burst out of happiness. "Are you calling me heavy?"

"I'm calling you a guy who tackles other guys to the ground well enough to have a scholarship for it." He lets himself tuck his nose into Jake's hair, the smell of strawberries and mango of his sister's shampoo calming him down. He's never been close enough to smell it so intensely. "So, prom, right?"

"I'm choosing your tux. And your tie."

(sorry, this is where we're ending, it wasn't much I'm afraid)

#thank you for the ask 💜#sorry if this doesnt make sense i haven't slept much #hangster #asks #charlie writes

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redfurrycat · 10 months

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💕🤠🎭🐓💕Fake/Pretend Relationship Fic Recs💕🐓🎭🤠💕

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Ao3 Authors: Alltherecklesshours, AnadoraBlack, Bahjrc, Bottledyarn, Burglarbilbo, Chase_acow, Coconutcordiale, Earthangel_44, Estelle, FabuMazX, FlowersOnMyMind, Fuddlewuddle, Greatea, Greenstuff, Halestrom, Hangmanbradshaw, Haridwar, Imafriendlydalek, Lawrussoauto, Lookingoodsugar, Lovelybattle, Miraculousmultifan, NeverwinterThistle, Nightwrite24, Orphan_account, Ravens_Words, ReformedTsundere, ReformedTsunderePodfics, Renai_chan, Road1985, Soisserieux, Thegeckbros, ToukoJalorda003, Trinipedia, Viridimessorem, Writerofthelorde, Writteninwaves.

Hangster Marriage Fic Recs

A girl, she once told me I'd be happy again... by AnadoraBlack {M}

Rooster has gotten himself into a bit of a predicament. If only because he agreed to be Hangman's fake date at his sister's wedding, when they've just barely started considering each other friends. . Nothing can go wrong, right?

kiss me, please by miraculousmultifan {M}

Pulling his gaze away from over Hangman’s shoulder, Rooster backed himself against the wall, pulling Hangman with him until he murmured desperately, his gaze still flicking to the side, “Kiss me. Please.” *** Rooster needs to hide from an old ex, and who better to back him against a wall and kiss him stupid than Jake “Hangman” Seresin? Pulling his gaze away from over Hangman’s shoulder, Rooster backed himself against the wall, pulling Hangman with him until he murmured desperately, his gaze still flicking to the side, “Kiss me. Please.” *** Rooster needs to hide from an old ex, and who better to back him against a wall and kiss him stupid than Jake “Hangman” Seresin?

The Stuff of Fairy Tales by Fuddlewuddle {T}

Rooster sees some asshole harassing Hangman in the bar and so decides to help his fellow pilot (who he may be in love with) out. And by help he means pretend to be his boyfriend to get the other guy to leave. Lucky for Rooster, Hangman is very much on board with this plan, though maybe they don't have to pretend to be boyfriends, maybe?

Too Much Love (Drives a Man Insane) by ToukoJalorda003 {M}

Rooster was just thankful to be alive. Really, he was! He was repairing his relationship with Mav, and it was great that he didn’t get shot down a second time on the mission. Frankly, he just wanted a nice, calm night celebrating at the Hard Deck. But apparently not, since some asshole wouldn’t leave an uncomfortable-looking Hangman alone. And damn, Rooster wasn’t going to stand for that.

The Exes of Texas Are Upon You by chase_acow {M}

While trying to enjoy their day off, a bet comes back to haunt Hangman forcing Rooster into a tight spot.

don't need another perfect line (gonna give all my secrets away) by Estelle {T}

Pretending to be Hangman's boyfriend for a weekend? No problem at all. There aren't any feelings involved whatsoever. Of course not. Spoiler alert: There are feelings involved, and they are idiots about it.

like shooting stars by bottledyarn {T}

“Well," the gate agent said. "Only uniformed military members and their spouses can board priority, but—” “That works out,” Bradshaw said, his voice tinny and distant in Jake's ringing ears. “Because this is my fiancé.” If Jake hadn’t been able to choke down a piece of toast this morning, he thought he might be light-headed enough to just pass out right then and there. -- Jake is trying to fly home for Thanksgiving and not have a panic attack on the airplane. Bradley is trying to skip town and spend the holiday in a mountain cabin to distract from another Thanksgiving alone. Between the two of them, they might both get where they need to go.

Bad Idea by lovelybattle {E}

“I told my parents I’m bringing a guy that I’ve been dating home with me to get them off my back,” Jake said, and Phoenix’s eyebrows furrowed. “Let me guess, you haven’t been dating anyone and you don’t have anyone to bring.” Phoenix said, setting her drink down and folding her arms on the table.

Rack 'Em Up, Big Blonde by Earthangel_44 {E}

Bradley becomes a regular at a Hooters to spend three hours with a blonde server with an unfortunate taste in football teams. Along the way, Bradley might have developed feelings. AKA: Jake is a Hooter's girl and Bradley is his regular. (Podficced by ReformedTsunderePodfics)

Sereshaw Celebrity AU by lawrussoauto

a little goes a long way {G}

‘Rumours that the co-workers could be developing a romance have been circulating since Jake starred in Bradley’s hit movie; House of the Rising Sun.' - Or, the public are convinced Jake and Bradley are dating.

in plain sight {T}

A collection of oneshots set in the "a little goes a long way" AU.

Sell It by Renai_chan {T}

There are some fights you just can't fly your way out of. Sometimes you need a wingman to help you. When Jake gets hit on by a girl he can't turn down, Bradley comes to his rescue.

I’ll Be Yours for Christmas (if only in my dreams) by greenstuff {E}

After the mission, Bradley tells Jake that his mom thinks they’re dating and, against his better judgement, Jake agrees to go along with it for Christmas. Shameless fake dating holiday fluff set in a world where Carole didn’t die but everything else in canon happened.

I'll Be Home for Christmas (And I'll be Making it Your Problem) by ReformedTsundere {T}

Javy is scrolling past their local college's "Personals" page, seeing if they can find students they know enough to make harmless jokes at, when an apparent ad stops them both. Rent-A-Boyfriend Need someone to take home for the holidays? Not looking forward to being sat around the table and made to play nice? I'm a 26-year-old Navy brat with more piercings, tattoos, and trauma than sense. Polisci and Engineering double major who is running on caffeine (but can make it seem like I've got a drug problem). I ride a motorcycle for fun, have what can only be described as a "pornstache," and am unapologetically queer. I can and will, without trying, make any conservative parent wish they'd never picked up the phone to make you come home and have a blast doing it.

we met in the winter (and we fell in love) by haridwar {T}

The Twelve Days of Leave by orphan_account {T}

When Bradley made plans to meet his godfather for the holidays, the last thing he expected was to get marooned in an airport en route... When Jake had to rush home for a family emergency, the last thing he expected was to run into a fellow fighter pilot on the way... Now that the two former-rivals had joined up to spend Christmas in Jake's home town, would unexpected sparks fly? Or would they crash and burn? :::OR::: A fun, fluffy holiday romp with a pinch of angst, a dash of cheer, and a sprig of holly, all wrapped in a big red bow.

This Is My Seat by Writerofthelorde {M}

Jake, who is secretly very much into him, likes to annoy Bradley by sitting on his lap whenever he gets a chance. But then one day at the hard deck a guy Bradley knows -somewhat of an ex- walks in and claims that he's in his seat. And then, much to Jake's surprise, Bradley announces that actually, Hangman is his boyfriend.

do you feel the same (or was it just for fun) by burglarbilbo {E}

Jake wants to run his fingers through his beautiful hair, wants to reach out and touch him. Instead, he says: “You were the first boy I ever liked,” without thinking. He can’t tear his eyes away from Bradley’s face. With the dim moonlight coming through the large window, his features are soft, his eyes bright. “Seresin, you need to go to sleep,” Bradley says, not meeting his gaze. “Back at the academy. I thought… I dunno…I think I might have loved you then.” "Goodnight, Hangman." - in which jake needs a date to his brother's wedding and bradley is willing. what could go wrong? plus, throw in jake's toxic ex-girlfriend, his repressed sexuality, and his and bradley's shared history.

Sail on, on a distant highway, yeah by NeverwinterThistle {M}

I’m getting married, Maverick’s message says. Call me when you can.

I Don't Wanna Live Through This Comedown - Top Gun AU [Jake "Hangman" Seresin/Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw] by Road1985, trinipedia {E}

Meet Bradley, a struggling musician working at a strip club to cover medical expenses. Then meet Jake, who joined the Army in a desperate attempt to atone for his muddy past of drug abuse and get back the respect of his family. They couldn't be more different, but their needs are the same, so they agree to marry solely for military benefits. However, when tragedy strikes, the line between real and pretend begins to blur.

house of cards by bahjrc {M}

“Lieutenant, get in the car.” “Is that a request or an order?” Their lives are fickle like a house of cards, a balancing act through and through of life, death, sunrises and sunsets. Chasing after each other and coming around near misses, Rooster's life has been a roundabout of victories and losses up till now but he can't say it's been bad, when everything seems to fall into place after so long. However, all it takes is one misstep for everything to come crumbling down. Or, well, one bitter ex and a dramatic meeting, so it seems. Rooster finds out he doesn't mind going the extra mile to help Hangman out of something stupid, he owes him his life, after all. If Hangman minds, well, then that's a him problem, really.

Baby You Look Good by soisserieux {_}

He finds his name and desk number and heads in the direction of his seat, only to stop short when he sees the guy in the other chair. The guy is sitting there comfortably, with all of his shit unpacked, like he’s been there for a while. He’s got this old-looking Hawaiian print shirt on, and this mustache that looks like it came straight out of a trashy porno. And the worst part is, Jake can’t tear his eyes away. It’s like everything else happening in the lab suddenly came to a screeching halt, and he can’t do anything but stare at this guy. The spell is finally broken when the guy looks up at him. “Do you need something? Or…” Jake regains his composure and plasters a well-practiced cocky smile on his face. “Well, if you don’t mind, I need you to help me pass this damn class… Partner.” It’s kind of dumb and Jake almost wishes he didn’t say it, but it’s too late to take it back now. He’s stuck with it, just like he’s stuck with this guy as his lab partner. Fate has spoken. One of the guy’s eyebrows shoots up. “You’re my lab partner?” Jake sets his stuff down and sits down in the open chair, sidling up next to his new partner. “Lucky for you.”

If you need to believe in someone just pretend it's me by alltherecklesshours {T}

“Fair enough. So, if it’s not to hide a body, what is it?” One deep breath before the plunge. “I need you to be my boyfriend for a weekend,” he said and, if he wasn’t so nervous, he would have probably laughed at the way Rooster froze and his jaw dropped the smallest amount before he was shaking his head and clearing his throat. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that? I thought I heard you saying you needed me to be your boyfriend for the weekend,” Rooster sounded incredulous. Jake only rolled his eyes and ignored his heart pounding in his chest. “That was exactly what I said. Do keep up, Rooster.” - or: Jake's mom is getting married and he needs to keep his ex (and his sisters) off his back. Bradley is, obviously, his best shot.

you don't kiss me like a friend by haridwar {T}

Jake went back to join the party, seemingly indifferent, like their meeting was barely a blip on his radar in the grand scheme of things. Or, so Bradley had thought based off of the signals he had been picking up on at the time. His sudden and emphatic education into how far his assumptions had misled him, that was what started with a phone call in the middle of the night.

there's money for the taking (and the happiness we all deserve) by thegeckbros {E}

“So, what, one of the richest dudes in New York wants to be your sugar daddy?” “Kinda?” Jake sits back up, straightening up and turning his body towards Javy. “He doesn’t want like sex or anything. He just needs someone to pretend to date so his uncle and PR team get off his back about his reputation.” Or a sugar daddy au in which jake is a struggling law student, bradley's a billionaire, and they weave a tangled web

Say you'll be my darling by FlowersOnMyMind {E}

Rooster and Hangman have to go undercover as a married couple in this Mission Impossible AU fic. Feelings happen.

Formula 1: Deceive to Achieve by greenstuff {E}

When new teammates, Jake and Bradley, agree to pretend they’re in a committed relationship to land a sponsorship deal, they probably should have factored in the possibility they might fall for their own lies.

no road home by writteninwaves {M}

"In the end, maybe it’s all worth it. If all the flight paths end up here…. Well. All things considered, it’s not such a bad way to go. At least he’ll be saving someone else." Jake flies the mission as Dagger 1. Jake doesn't have anyone waiting on him to come home. The man he loves doesn't love him back. He thinks no one else would care as much if he goes. Maybe in the end it'll all be okay, he's the only expendable one anyway. So Jake takes the hit, and goes down. But Bradley Bradshaw doesn't let him go alone and comes back for him. This is a story of one self-sacrificial dumbass called Jake Seresin and how Jake learns to ask for help, understands he's not alone, and how he manages to find something to call his own along the way.

wreck my plans (that's my man) by Ravens_Words {T}

Fake dating turns into a fake engagement, which then snowballs into a fake (almost) wedding.

IWTBY Verse by hangmanbradshaw {E}

I want to brainwash you into loving me forever

“So…this is fucking weird and I have no clue what to say here.” Bradley smiled warmly and leaned his forearms against the table. “Don’t worry, Mav already filled me in, and I’ll do it.” Jake blinked. “You’ll do it?” “Yeah.” Bradley sat back with a nod. “You want to come out, right? If us appearing to be in a stable relationship will help, then I’m in.” Or, Jake Seresin has it all- fame, money, a NFL MVP trophy, a Super Bowl appearance, a lonely house, and a problem. He wants to come out on his own terms. Enter Bradley Bradshaw, the solution to said problem, or maybe, the beginning of a new problem. After all, you don't fall in love with your fake boyfriend. aka the Fake Dating NFL AU

you're all i can think of these days by haridwar {T}

Jake and Mav's no good very bad week and Bradley's efforts to save them

The Christmas Wedding Date by imafriendlydalek {E}

Bradley knows it’s a terrible idea, even as he’s agreeing to it. Sure, things between him and Jake are better now since the mission, but the bar for that was so low it was practically on the ground. Just because things are “better,” just because Hangman saved his life, just because they had a long talk about what happened in the past—a talk that maybe ended with some rather hurried but incredibly satisfying blowjobs in a bunk on an aircraft carrier and them then texting each other all of twice before today—doesn’t mean that this is a good idea. Spending a whole long weekend together, over Christmas no less? At Jake’s sister’s wedding? Pretending to be his boyfriend? A terrible idea. Still, Bradley has been known for making ill-advised decisions when it comes to one Jacob Seresin, and today is no different. “Yeah, alright,” he hears himself say. Can even hear the smile on his face. “Guess I should iron my suit, huh?” It earns him a laugh from Jake, gravelly and delighted. “Oh no, darlin’. This is an event for dress blues.”

Et Cetera by nightwrite24 {M}

Jake and Bradley, fake dating AU. Two idiots falling for each other.

Make the Yuletide Gay by imafriendlydalek {G}

Mav is looking over Ice’s left shoulder, toward Seresin and Bradshaw, as he says, “The kids seem to be getting along. Is this your doing?” Ice smiles down at him, and maybe it’s just the holidays, or the champagne, or it’s because his doctors recently declared him cancer-free, or because Maverick has finally moved in officially now that he has come to terms with not flying anymore. Whatever it is, it’s making Ice’s heart feel like it could burst with how inordinately fond he is of this man. “I was barely involved. All I did was give them a little nudge out the door.” Mav arches an eyebrow. “Sure thing, Gandalf.” *** Hangman and Rooster, as observed by Iceman, with a special appearance by Bob, a facetious yet observant little shit.

Family Cabin by viridimessorem {T}

If you'd told Jake in October of 2018 that he'd, in the future, end up introducing Bradley Bradshaw to his family as his boyfriend, he'd have, for one, punched you, for another, laughed his ass off because that would never happen. And yet, it had.

my heart is a christmas tree farm by greatea {E}

It's not like going to your ex-boyfriend's family Christmas while pretending to still be dating is a common favor to be asked for. But he did agree to this, when Jake phoned him up. It hadn't even taken much convincing. First, Jake had expected an immediate no when he called Bradley one Thursday evening. That didn't come. After Jake explained the situation, Bradley had said that he'd think about it. He called back an hour later. Jake's unsure what he would have done if Bradley had said no. Called his mom back and said, "Hey, do you remember when you asked me if I was bringing my boyfriend Bradley to Christmas this year, and I said yes? Yeah, we broke up two months ago and I lied for no reason"?

Cockblock by halestrom {E}

Bradley was sure the universe had it out for him. It was the only reason he could think of where he ended up in a situation where he had to fake date Jake 'Hangman' Seresin for the good for the US Navy. And he would be damned if someone thought Hangman was a better boyfriend than him.

Anyone But You by FabuMazX {M}

A one-night stand and several misunderstandings take Bradley and Jake's first meeting from a fairytale romance to a bitter feud. Good thing they never have to see each other again. Until their best friends get married and drag them across the world to celebrate together. Now they just have to get through the wedding without killing each other. Easy. Sure…so, so easy. “Look, lets just keep it civil for them, okay.” “Well, she’s your friend. I’m sure the relationship won’t last long.” “He’s your brother, I’m amazed they’re even together.” “And when it all falls through, I’m gonna drink to never seeing you again.” “Cheers to that, bro.”

dancing in convertibles by coconutcordiale {M}

“He’s not that great,” Jake mumbles. “You’re only saying that ‘cause he’s your ex,” Charlotte accuses, but it’s without malice. He thinks. “I’m really not.” It’s not a lie, since they never actually dated, but it’s not like he’s going to admit that out loud. + aka the hotel staff au

i heard from the heavens by lookingoodsugar {G}

Bradley turns around to find himself face to face with Lieutenant Jake Seresin, in all his magazine cut-out, All-American boy glory. Jake winks at Bradley. 'Jake!' Dickie says, excitedly, making grabby hands at him, 'Why didn't you tell me you and Rooster were a thing!' 'Quite recent business,’ Jake says, sounding not at all like he’s lying out of his ass. ‘We’re keeping it low-key. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?' Bradley attends an old friend's wedding, he finds an unexpected guest, and a misunderstanding leads to a realisation.

he's written mine on my upper thigh only in my mind by hangmanbradshaw {E}

Jake is absolutely not going to spend his summer vacation alone at his family's beach house with his ex boyfriend and said ex's new boyfriend. Bradley needs a place to stay for the summer. Faking a relationship solves both their problems, until it creates a new problem when they start to fall for their own ruse. Unless it ends up not being a problem at all. Or Jake's a trust fund, tennis star at Vanderbilt. Bradley's an orphaned baseball star on scholarship. Their worlds are very different, but all they need is three months in Rhode Island to build a new one together.

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hangster + first i love you + bronco conversations under the stars happy birthday @lilgreyarea ❤️❤️❤️

“I freaked you out, huh?” Bradley asks softly, picking at a worn spot in the leather of the steering wheel.

They’ve been parked in Jake’s driveway long enough that the Bronco’s engine is likely cool to the touch beneath the hood. Bradley keeps his gaze focused on the steering wheel despite how desperately he wants to look to his right, shrugging one shoulder as he continues, “I meant what I said. I’m not takin’ it back. But I’d get it if you’re freaked.”

“It ain’t that,” Jake sighs finally, slouching a little more in his seat. He tilts his head back to look up at the stars overhead, long enough that Bradley lets himself look over. Jake's eyes close just as Bradley's gaze falls on him and Bradley takes advantage of the moment - catalogues the way the breeze keeps catching the hair that’s fallen onto Jake’s forehead, watches the toothpick moving between Jake’s lips and wonders if he’s worn it down to nothing during the drive home from the bar. At the first twitch of Jake's lashes, Bradley shifts his focus to Jake's lap instead, watching as Jake restlessly twists the academy ring on his hand.

Bradley wonders if Jake’s also feeling and fighting the instinct to reach out and thread their fingers together.

“But it's something," Bradley finally says. "So what is it?”

Jake sighs again, pulling the toothpick from his mouth and flicking what’s left of it out onto the driveway. When he meets Bradley’s gaze, he explains, “I’m not an anxious guy. Never have been. And I’m not freaked about you lovin’ me, Bradshaw, that’s."

Smiling a bit, Jake's voice softens as he continues, "I love you, too, y’know? Have for a while.”

Bradley feels a knot in his chest loosen. “I - yeah. I thought maybe y'did."

"So observant, Rooster," Jake teases.

"Spent a lotta time watchin' you from my perch, that's all."

Jake snorts out a laugh, his fingers reaching out to Bradley's thigh and squeezing. Bradley knows it's an old jab, an emptier one now that they're solid, but there's something familiar about it, too. Comforting, almost, to remember what it felt like to jump and follow Jake's lead that first time.

(And again, and again, and again.)

"What if this goes south, y'know?" Jake asks, shrugging. "This feels like a big thing. A real thing, you and me. I've never wanted real before. But now we've got it and I'm - Christ, Bradley, what if somethin' happens? What if the job fucks this up? What if life fucks this up? What if we do this for real and we find out we ain't any good together at all?"

Bradley hums, sitting with that for a moment. Eventually, he reaches over for Jake's hand and holds it tightly, thumbing over his knuckles as he thinks it over. He gets it. Completely gets it. Every fear Jake has is one that Bradley's had for weeks.

(For years, maybe, if he's being honest with himself.)

Finally, he turns in his seat to face Jake, lifting his leg so that the angle's easier, knee resting uncomfortably on the console between them. "We've been through hell together," Bradley says simply, holding Jake's gaze. "Hell, Jake, we've been the cause of that hell for each other sometimes."

Jake scoffs. "Dunno what you're talkin' about. I have always been and will always be an angel."

"Uh-huh," Bradley snorts, rolling his eyes fondly. "Look, all I'm sayin' is - we've put each other through some shit, right? And we've still made it this far. Freaked out, in love, and holdin' hands in your driveway."

"Yeah. Quite the pair," Jake agrees, tilting his head a little as he squints. His teeth worry at the inside of his bottom lip for a beat, shoulders shrugging as he presses, "So...?"

"So," Bradley continues, "we're stubborn as hell. Better at fighting than anything - well, almost anything else."

Jake's eyes twinkle. "Almost."

Bradley grins, squeezing Jake's hand. "If we can make it this far without fuckin' everything up ourselves, how the hell could anything else even come close, y'know? I get what you're saying. I really do. But - I think we're gonna find out we are that good together, and that's gonna be the scariest part of all."

Jake hums, eyes falling to Bradley's lips and lifting again. He takes a breath and exhales it slowly, shifting so his arm is resting over the back of the seat. Bradley relaxes into Jake's touch when he feels his hand against his neck, thumb brushing over the line of his jaw before it's pressed against the fullest point of his lower lip.

"I love you," Bradley says again, pressing a kiss to the pad of Jake's thumb. "Let's do this for real."

Leaning forward, Jake brushes their lips together once, twice, three times. The gentle presses make Bradley's lips tingle more than any other kiss ever has. When he pulls back to meet Bradley's eyes again, he's smiling.

"That a yes?" Bradley asks.

Jake snorts. "It's a yes. Let's do this."

Bradley surges forward for another kiss, feeling more than hearing Jake's 'love you' as their lips meet. His leg is still pressed uncomfortably against the console between them, skin tingling as his foot goes to sleep, but it's a distant sensation, muted by the joy he feels thrumming beneath his skin.

Jake loves him back. They're doing this for real.

Nothing else comes close to that feeling.

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callsign-dexter · 8 months

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Love's Unexpected Gift

Summary/Request: Hi love 💕

I absolutely adore the hangster X daughter serie!

If you would like, no problem if you don't like this idea but how would they react after finding a positive pregnancy test in their teen daughters bathroom on the day the daggers are over helping them clean.

Pairings: Bradshaw-Seresin!Reader x OC Mason Floyd, Jake Seresin x Daughter!Reader, Bradley Bradshaw x Daughter!Reader, Jake Seresin x Bradley Bradshaw

Warnings: implied smut, angst, fluff, talk about abortion, pregnancy

Our Little Girl

Masterlist

Prequel: Love's Unexpected Gift

Sequel: The Gift of Love’s Arrival

A/N: after going back and forth with @multifandomlover4life, @justabigassnerd, and @maverick-wingman about how to do write this, this is what my mind came up with at 12 AM. I hope you enjoy!

Every spring Jake, Bradley, and Y/N do a little bit of summer cleaning and changing winter clothes out for summer clothes and it never fails. They would have all of The Daggers over and they would help out claiming they have nothing better to do but in reality, they don’t want to do it at their houses. Nothing exciting ever was found expect on this one fateful spring afternoon. Everyone’s lives changed especially Jake’s, Bradley’s, and Bob’s. Nobody knew how to react especially not the fathers of the two 18-year-olds that had just finished their senior year of high school.

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It was a Friday night when The Daggers were at The Hard Deck having a couple of drinks after having ended a pretty successful work day. It wasn’t that terribly crowded in the bar that had become a regular part of their lives. Everyone was feeling pretty good about how the day of teaching the new Top Gun cadets. The subject of cleaning came up and how everyone needed to do it.

“Since everyone doesn’t want to clean their own houses. Why don’t you come and help us with ours? Ever since we moved to the bigger place, we have found it harder for us three to clean it.” Bradley said and everyone thought about it.

“I’ll be there.” Bob said. Ever since Bob’s son and Y/N started dating Jake, Bradley, and Bob had started to hang out a lot more. They had already hung out while at work and were already close but this just made them closer.

“I would love to.” Nat said and then everyone else agreed. Goose, Carole, Maverick, and Ice would have agreed to help but they had already had plans that they absolutely needed to get done.

“How is Y/N and Mason doing?” Javy asked the parents of the two kids.

“They’re doing good. They’re together pretty much every day.” Jake said

“They’re a perfect couple.” Mickey said and everyone smiled and agreed with him. They loved the kids and they all had a part of raising the two kids and they loved them dearly. They had no idea what they were dealing with at home right now however.

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Mason was holding a crying Y/N on the bathroom floor against the tub. The tears were one of shock and being scared. She loved the thought of having kids with Mason someday and maybe now was too early but they loved each other and Mason was not going anywhere anytime soon. She wouldn’t be giving this kid up or aborting it she wouldn’t have the heart to do it. Mason was scared as well but he too wanted kids with her.

Y/N had been feeling sick the past few mornings and she didn’t know why and it was concerning her. She brought this up to Mason and he was concerned for his girlfriend so he had suggested to get a pregnancy test and she agreed. When he was coming over, he stopped at the drug store and bought a couple of tests and headed over to her house. They were going to be alone due to The Daggers having their night out after work.

When Mason got there, they immediately went to her room and into her connected bathroom. Jake, Bradley, and Bob were ok with leaving them alone because they trusted their kids. They raised them to be good kids. When the topic of sex came up, they sat them down and gave them the talk and told them to be safe. Y/N took the tests and waited the required time for them to be done they began to talk, once she allowed him into the bathroom.

“What if I am pregnant?” She asked her boyfriend of 3 years going on 4.

“Then we’ll get through it. You’re going to be a great mom.” He said and smiled and she smiled back. He always knew the right things to say, he must get that from Bob.

“You’re going to be a great dad.” She said to him and he smiled and kissed her. When they broke apart the timer had gone off and she took a breath and walked over to them and looked at them and began to cry. She would’ve collapsed on the ground it if weren’t for Mason catching her and bringing her down to the floor. She crawled over to the tub and leaned against it clutching the tests.

“What is it baby?” Mason asked her and she showed him the tests and he looked at them as she began to speak.

“I’m pregnant.” She said

“That’s great Baby. Unexpected yes but its great.” He said trying to cheer her up.

“I’m scared Mason.” She told and he nodded and held her tighter.

“I’m scared to but we’ll get through this.” He said to her and kissed the top of her head and then rested his chin on top of it.

“How did this happen? We were safe.” Y/N said and he nodded.

“I know Baby.” He said as she sniffled and he hugged her tighter. “Wait, the condom broke. Remember? We talked about it.” He said realization coming to his face and then her’s. The condom had broken after having slow passionate sex after graduation. After he had taken it off, he saw the tear and alerted his girlfriend. They both said that they would wait a few days and then see if something happened. That was a week ago.

“What are we going to tell our parents? I don’t want to abort it or give it up” She asked him.

“We’ll find a way and the right time. I’m with you every step of the way. I want this baby too but will support whatever decision you make. It’s late. Let’s go to bed yea?” Mason asked and she nodded and cried harder. She buried the tests deep into the trash and they got ready for bed in silence. Mason held her while she cried herself to sleep and once he knew that she was asleep he went to sleep.

When Jake and Bradley got home, they weren’t surprised to Mason’s truck there. He was either over at their house or Y/N was over at Mason’s house. It was a normal now. Jake and Bradley quietly walked into the house to find it silent but then again it was late at night. They walked upstairs and checked in on them and smiled to find them curled up with each other sound asleep. They left them alone and then got ready themselves for bed and were mentally preparing for the day ahead of them.

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The next morning Bradley and Jake were up before the Y/N and Mason getting breakfast ready and some of The Daggers were coming over for breakfast as well. The smell of bacon and pancakes woke Mason and Y/N up and they groggily headed downstairs to be greeted by the earliest risers that they had seen.

“Morning Pops and Dad.” Y/N said and walked over and greeted them with a kiss on their cheeks.

“Good morning, Bradley and Jake.” Mason said now on a first name basis with them after they repeatedly told him to call them by their first names.

“Good morning, Sweets and Mason.” Jake said

“Good morning, guys. How did you sleep?” Bradley asked handing them both a plate of food.

“We slept good.” Y/N said and Mason nodded in agreement.

“That’s great. Hey, we have The Daggers coming over to help with some summer cleaning. You’re welcome to help.” Bradley said

“We actually planned on going to see a moive this morning but we can bring lunch back and help afterwards.” Y/N said and they nodded.

“That’s perfectly fine. Let us know when you’re coming back and we’ll tell you what we decide on.” Jake said and smiled at them as the doorbell rang and Bradley went to open it. The first one to arrive was Bob, he walked in and greeted Bradley and then went into the kitchen and saw his son, Y/N, and Jake. Jake turned around when he heard footsteps.

“Hey, Bob!” Jake exclaimed and then went back to cooking breakfast.

“Hey, Jake.” Bob said taking the plate of food that Bradley gave to him. Then he went and sat down next to his son and his girlfriend. “Good morning, Y/N and Mason.” He said turning his attention to the couple.

“Good morning, Bob.” Y/N said taking a bite of her breakfast.

“Good morning, Dad.” Mason said to his father at the same time as Y/N said her good morning.

“Are you two going to be helping out today?” Bob asked as he took a bite of his food and Y/N shook her head.

“No, we had already planned on doing something this morning but I told Pops and Dad that we could pick up lunch and help out with the rest of the day.” Y/N said and he nodded.

“What do you have planned?” He asked

“There is a movie that we both wanted to see and we had already bought tickets. I didn’t think Dad and Pops would be cleaning today.” Y/N said feeling a little guilty.

“Honey, it’s ok. Go to the movie and plan out what we talked about.” Bradley said walking over with his plate and sitting down and the doorbell rang and Jake went to open it. Greetings were heard and then The Daggers walked in. Everyone greeted each other and Mason and Y/N were off to their movie.

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The Daggers got to work after cleaning the table but not before they decided on what they wanted to eat for lunch and then Bradley texted Y/N. When something that looked important came up, they would go to Bradley or Jake to ask them if it was important. They cleaned all the rooms and did the showers, sinks, and toilets. Nothing too interesting was found throughout the house that is until Natasha got to Y/N’s bathroom she had volunteered to clean her room and her bathroom since she was female and Y/N trusted her, yes, she trusted her fathers but when it comes to female things, she trusted Nat.

Natasha had just gotten to the bathroom Javy had joined her. As she was going to get the trash the garbage can hit the corner of the counter and the contents spilled. Nothing that would scar Javy was in there but something caught her eye. Two positive pregnancy tests. She cleaned up the trash and then set the garbage can down. She slowly picked the tests up and was glad they were capped and looked at them. She and Javy had been talking and when she stopped talking, he turned and looked at her.

“Is that what I think it is?” Javy asked coming over to inspect the tests and Nat nodded her head.

“Yup, Bob, Jake, and Bradley are going to become grandparents.” Natasha said

“Should we go and tell the future grandparents?” Javy asked

“It’s not our place to tell but they need to know what we found.” Natasha said and he nodded. Before they could leave the bathroom, Jake had come in.

“Hey Nat- “He began but stopped when he saw what she was holding. Jake’s face went through so many emotions that Javy and Nat didn’t know if it was possible to do so. “Is that what I think it is?” He asked hoping it was a joke.

“Jake- “Javy said and Jake laughed.

“Good joke guys. Really good a positive pregnancy test. You had me there for a moment.” He said but when they didn’t laugh, he stopped laughing and turned serious to raging father in just a few seconds that it actually scared Javy and Nat. “Bradley! Get your ass in here!” Jake yelled out and, in a few seconds, he was in his daughter’s bedroom where he saw a furious Jake, and an unreadable emotion of Javy and Natasha. Then he saw the pregnancy tests.

“Jake.” Bradley said slowly. Jake turned towards his husband.

“Our little girl is pregnant.” Jake said furiously.

“We don’t know that.” Bradley said “It could be someone else. Maybe a friend.” Bradley said trying to reason with his outraged husband.

“She would’ve told us if it was one of her friends. She also would’ve told us if it was hers.” Jake said practically seething. “We’ve told her she could come to us if something was up. We raised her that way.” He said and Bradley nodded.

When they heard Mason’s truck pull into the driveway Jake was already rushing downstairs to meet the 18-year-old couple. They had just walked into the house with food and she smiled when she saw her Pops, followed by Nat, Javy, and her Dad. But when she saw his face and he wasn’t smiling her face fell. Mason looked at saw the look and grabbed her and pulled her into his side protecting her and their unborn child. Y/N was scared and confused until she saw the pregnancy tests and her face paled and she shrunk into Mason.

“Tell me this is not yours.” Jake said and waved the tests around and she didn’t speak and neither did Mason his face turned beet read. “Robert Floyd!” He yelled and went to where he was and stormed up to him.

“Yes- “He started but didn’t get a chance to say anything because he was thrown into the nearby wall.

“I’m gonna kill you. You know why?” He asked and Bob shook his head too scared to speak. “Because I can’t kill your son because he’s the father of my daughter’s unborn child.” Jake said just as everyone rushed into the guest room.

“Jake, let him go.” Bradley said and was grabbing onto his shoulders

“Pops let him go.” Y/N said and then after a few seconds Bradley pulled him off of Bob but that is only after Y/N said something.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bob said finally finding the strength to talk. Jake then showed him the two positive pregnancy tests and his face fell and he looked over at his son.

“Is this true?” Bob asked Mason and Y/N and they both nodded.

“Yes. We just found out.” Y/N said

“Let’s go in the living room to talk.” Bradley said everyone nodded.

“Javy, Nat, and Ruben let’s stay here and let the parents and kids talk” Mickey said and the rest agreed.

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When the 5 of them reached the living room the kids sat on the couch and the parents stood in front of them. “Tell us what happened.” Jake asked and they looked at him and he rolled his eyes. “I know how it happened. I want to know how and why it happened.” He explained.

“It was after graduation. We used a condom. We did. But afterwards we found out it broke. That was a week ago. We just thought that we would see what would happen but when I started to get sick and smells bothered me, I had Mason get pregnancy tests before he came over last night. We officially found out last night.” Y/N explained and she looked down and tears began to fall. “I’m sorry Pops, Dad, and Bob. We didn’t mean for this to happen.” She spoke.

“We really didn’t but we talked and we both want to keep this baby.” Mason added and everyone was silent.

“Are you absolutely sure with this decision?” Bob asked the both of them and they nodded.

“Dad, I love her and want to marry her. I want to have kids with her.” Mason said whole heartedly. Y/N looked at him with tears in her eyes, they talked about kids but not marriage and she felt the exact same way. Bardley, Jake, and Bob looked at him and they could tell he was serious.

“You really mean that?” Y/N asked him and he turned to look at her and nodded.

“Every word of it.” He said and Y/N crashed her lips onto his and they only broke apart when Jake cleared his throat and they turned to look at their parents.

“Even though we’re not thrilled about the situation of how it happened or the timing. We are happy for both of you and will support you both all the way. All three of us love you. You both can come to us at any time. Now come here and give us a hug.” Bradley said and Mason and Y/N did just that.

“We love you three so much.” Y/N said and then The Daggers came out of the room having heard the conversation end. They broke apart and looked at them.

“I take it you heard?” Y/N asked and everyone nodded and said their congratulations to both the couple and the parents and hugs went around. “I’m hungry. Let’s eat.” She said and they laughed she was like that to begin with, she got that from both Jake and Bradley.

“Wait until your grandparents find out that they're going to be great-grandparents.” Jake said as they began to eat and everyone chuckled. Everyone but Mason and Y/N that is instead they looked at each other they hadn't thought of telling them. It was definitely going to be interesting, that’s for sure.

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itshoneywhatever · 11 months

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Commiseration Tuesday

With AO3 temporarily down, lots of us are sad at not being able to read when we wanted to! With that in mind, I’m taking the opportunity to invite you guys to share a little something from a WIP to keep us going through the downtime! Preferably something we haven’t shared before, but whatever works for you!

I truly think this an incredible idea!! Thank you so much @ravens-words for tagging me on this!! 💞

Hangster Bodyguard AU (with ABO Dynamics)

“Hey, sorry to interrupt but—” he stops when he notices that besides his father and Kerner, there’s another man there. An alpha he recognizes. “What are you doing here?” Jake doesn’t give time to answer. “Oh my god, are you stalking me?”

“What? No. Of course not.”

“You two know each other?” Ron asks, looking between the two of them.

“Jake, explain yourself.” His father orders.

And that’s when Jake finally takes a moment to take in what's going on around the room: Kerner, their head of security, seems to have been interviewing someone; his father there presumably to meet this someone; his scheduled meeting with his father in regards to his own security.

“No.”

“No?” John repeats.

“He can’t be my bodyguard.”

“You’re the one I’m meant to protect?” The other alpha, Bradley if Jake remembers correctly, asks.

“Why can’t he?”

And here’s the thing, his father may be an alpha from the south but he and Jake have always had a good relationship, being able to talk about anything and everything. That’s why he doesn’t hesitate when he replies, “We slept together.”

Jake takes a special kind of satisfaction when he sees Bradley blush at his admission. His father, on the other hand, barely reacts; his eyes widening just the slightest bit.

“When was this?” John inquiries.

“My last business trip to LA.” It was exactly ten weeks ago, but Jake doesn’t want to seem desperate by saying that. It doesn’t matter, because his father knows the exact date he traveled to California to deal with a new business deal.

“Is he the reason why that trip was extended?” His father, not a man to beat around the bush, asks him with a knowing look and now it’s the omega’s turn to feel the heat rising to his cheeks.

“Maybe,” he answers.

His last business trip was meant to be a short one, three days if everything went okay and five days if the negotiations were dragged out. He met Bradley on his second night out and ended up staying for two weeks.

John looks at Bradley who squares his shoulders, trying to look strong yet at ease. And Jake has the feeling that maybe his father is picturing the younger alpha on a wedding suit and whether he’s worthy of being with his son.

Always the protector, his father is.

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here’s another sneak peek 🫣

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Tagging: @henswilsons @hangmanbradshaw @the-ace-with-spades @theshelbyclan @weeo and honestly anyone who sees this and wants to do it too! 💞

#hangster #bodyguard au #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake seresin x bradley bradshaw #omega jake seresin #alpha bradley bradshaw #abo dynamics #sereshaw

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coins-that-never-land · 4 months

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So I know it’s not WIP Wednesday, and I usually tend to save my WIPs until they’re done, but I figured just this once I’d start switching it up a bit!

For the few of you that already know, this is a snippet of my rock band hangster au!!

For those of you that don’t: it’s basically what it implies!

“Ya don’t like havin’ people’s eyes on ya?”

Hangman seemed unbothered as he looked up from the menu, focused purely on him.

If he was honest -

“I don’t dislike it,” he countered, trying to glance around surreptitiously at his surroundings without seeming as if he was bothered. Because he absolutely was a bit surprised. “I’m not usually being watched while I eat, anyways.”

A quiet huff from across the table drew his attention back to Seresin, who was holding up a glass of water with the most self-assured expression that he’d ever seen.

“Well. Gotta get used to it then, Roo.”

…What?

“‘Roo’?”

Jake’s affirming hum was swallowed by the drink that he was taking, before he set the glass back down on the table.

He hadn’t even touched his drink.

He should have.

Frankly, his whole throat was sandpaper. Maybe he had some new disease.

Because he didn’t know what that was supposed to mean, other than -

“Yeah. We’re callin’ ya ‘Rooster.’ Took ya long enough to get off the fuckin’ perch and sing for us.”

He was too busy staring at the pleased smirk on Jake’s face, but felt his mind turn the cobwebs from his brain.

“Roosters aren’t songbirds,” he found himself saying instead.

“No, but they ain’t too good at doin’ what they should, either. Ya ever see ‘em? Territorial, stubborn shits.”

Lord.

Hangman was the one…giving him a nickname?

Why?

…

And -

“So why - ”

“Ya know why,” Seresin’s smile was a little softer. It had to be, he swore that he wasn’t imagining it. “If ya want the spot, it’s yours, Roo. We ain’t considerin’ anyone else.”

He…Jake had to be joking.

“What about the others?” His throat was still dry, even though he’d taken a drink of water. He was starting to think he needed something stronger than that. “Tash said - ”

“Other people auditioned, yeah. But we ain’t gonna use ‘em, not ‘less ya say no. It’s yours first, if ya want it.”

…The frontman position for Aviator Silencers?

He would be an idiot to say no.

(Even this - whatever the hell conversation that he was having with Jake Seresin - wasn’t quite charged with the weird ass rivalry that they used to have. At least, not the kind that had to be spitting insults every five minutes.)

(Jake was still getting on his nerves, but…in a manner that he could almost appreciate. So it would be fine.)

“Yes,” he nodded, head moving so aggressively on his neck that he thought he’d give himself a concussion. “I’d be honored.”

Another small snort, before Seresin was waving the waiter back over.

“A bottle of,” Jake trailed off, raising an eyebrow at him.

…Oh.

“White?”

Seresin had nodded before he could second-guess himself, which sent a small wave of relief through him at having understood the question correctly without verbalizing it.

“Bottle of your finest white, please, m’dear. Don’t matter which.”

“Of course, Mr. Seresin. I’ll be right back.”

But the smile on Jake’s face - the one that seemed almost giddy - was focused on him again, and his breath caught automatically.

He couldn’t help it.

It wasn’t as if he was blind.

Jake Seresin - Hangman, lead guitarist of Aviator Silencers - was, and always had been, exceptionally beautiful.

Somehow, the time away, combined with stardom, had only been kind to the guy.

(Not that he planned on verbalizing any of that himself. He wasn’t blind, but he wasn’t an idiot, either.)

(They had never gotten along, but again - not blind.)

And when the waiter returned, handing Hangman the entire uncorked bottle of Sauvignon Blanc that - while he couldn’t read the date - appeared to have been stored precisely for quite some time…

Yeah.

Jesus.

He didn’t even want to know what that must have cost as Jake poured them both a glass before picking his own glass up.

“To you, Roo, for havin’ enough common sense to accept an offer from us,” the fucker’s toast started.

It needed some work.

(Seresin’s shit-eating grin hadn’t abated any, either, so it was a guarantee that he was well aware of that fact.)

He rolled his eyes, only slightly exasperated, and ignored the way Hangman clinked his glass without any hesitation.

“Well, darlin’,” ah, yep, and there came the tease. “Guess we’re eatin’ fish tonight, with your drink choice. Ain’t exactly my idea of a good first date, but I could be convinced.”

A salacious wink followed the vomit-inducing statement, and he was certain that he would have genuinely thrown up if he felt even slightly more at ease.

As it was, his stomach was still knotted.

He hadn’t exactly expected the pet name, even though he knew full well that it was just a joke.

Jake Seresin, in his time on stage, had gained something of a reputation for picking partners of a male variety - and a good many of them, too.

But those were just rumors, and he knew Seresin like he knew the back of his own hand.

That man was certainly playing up his reputation for laughs, regardless of whether or not there was any truth to it.

Instead, he forced himself to breathe, a slightly choked exhale that he hoped came off as mere excitement for his new job than anything.

“Please,” he returned. “As if you’d bring anyone here.”

A light in Seresin’s eyes told him there was another tease, so he cut it off at the pass.

“And if you have, I don’t want to hear it.”

“Jealous, Roo?” No. “Don’t be. You’re here, ain’t’cha?”

Couldn’t fault that brilliant logic.

#top gun maverick #hangster #sereshaw #top gun #toukojalorda003 works #how many words is ‘a snippet’#that many I suppose

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tgmsunmontue · 4 months

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You need to learn how to fall 5/10

Hangster (and IceMav) - Bradley is too tall to be a naval aviator and instead becomes a sky diver, specialising in spin recovery. He is a civilian contractor to the Air Force and Navy to teach pilots how to survive parachute spins from ejections. A more in-depth version of this post.

PROLOGUE 2003-2006 2007-2010 2011-2015

HEADS UP - I only post Part 4 yesterday so you might have missed it

2016

Prologue Take 2 - 2016 onwards

“Ice! Do you know a Lieutenant Colonel Sanderson?”

“That’s an Air Force rank…” Tom mutters, looking up at Bradley who is standing in the door to his office wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts. He can see the bruises and scars that Bradley’s acquired in the past and more recently. Sometimes the lack of formality annoys him but also seeing him alive will always outweigh that annoyance as it quickly fades into fondness.

“I’m aware of that, I just have an email from him asking me to call him to discuss coming and training their Special Forces…”

“What? Why is the Air Force contacting you?” Tom asks, suddenly concerned.

“I know it hasn’t escaped your notice, but I am the forerunner expert in FMM, HALO and HAHO practices. As well as standard parachute deployment, spin recovery and the physics of jumping out of planes in general. I know you read my thesis and watched me defend it. I just wanted to know if you maybe put in a good word.”

“No, I didn’t. Did you want me to? Wait. You’re considering it?”

“Of course I’m considering it. This is where I can hopefully have some more impact, rather than simply develop training guides.”

“Would you come and do the same with us?”

“With the Navy? Of course I would. Going to bug you that the Air Force got in first though huh?”

It does a little, and he knows Bradley can likely tell from his facial expression.

“I’m a civilian, I can do both. Hell, toss the Army in the there as well. You know I’ll always be a Navy man at heart.”

… … …

“Dr Bradshaw, nice to meet you. Thank you for agreeing to do this.”

“Glad to be of service. My step-father is a little piqued that the Air Force jumped the Navy, but have to reward the forward thinking of the Air Force and Army wanting better training for their Special Forces.”

“Would I know your step-father?”

“I don’t know. Do you know Admiral Kazansky sir?”

That gets him a double take and Bradley grins, because taking people by surprise will never get old.

… … …

Pete goes along the first time Bradley teaches at the Pensacola flight school, watches him take the class and some of the aviators are older than him but he commands their respect in the same way Ice does, quiet, confident and simply expects respect. It’s impressive and he messages Ice and tells him that their son is just like him.

“Captain Mitchell, what are you doing here?”

“Just here for my son’s first day of class. Not here in any official capacity.”

“Who is your…”

“Dr Bradley Bradshaw. You remember Goose? Nick Bradshaw? That’s his boy up there.”

“You raise him?”

“Kid pretty much raised himself, but yeah, I tried to be there.”

“He’s got himself a reputation as a bit of a daredevil, but a very very careful one.”

“That’d be Ice’s influence,” Pete says, and it’s a slip of the tongue, out before he even realizes that it’s not exactly public knowledge, although it does seem that most people know.

“Then he’s a lucky young man to have you both.”

“Thank you sir. We’re very proud of him.”

… … …

Tom hasn’t been this amused in a long time as he listens to Bradley moan about trying to instruct a room full of Mavericks and he wonders if it’s karma re-doubled for the stress Bradley causes Mav with his chosen career path. He’s glad his heart is nice and strong, well aware he’d have likely had many heart attacks between the shit that Mav and Bradley get up to.

… … …

Bradley’s working through a backlog of pilots, the Navy wanting to have everyone retrained and he’s asked to visit Top Gun, train the current class and he agrees readily enough, although both Mav and Ice warn him that they might push him harder than the pilots at flight school and Bradley grimaces. It’ll be fine, he can be out stubborn the best, mainly because he’s got Mav and Ice as parents and if anything else they’ve taught him how to deal with aviators who think they know better than him.

… … …

“Class, this is Dr Bradshaw, one of our civilian contractors. He is an expert on MFF, HALO, HAHO, parachute deployment, spin recovery, landing. Since we employed him our fatalities related to parachute deployment have decreased over fifty-percent. What he teaches you here may save your life.”

The guy is their age, maybe a little older. Jake lets his eyes travel up and up and fuck the guys legs seem endless, and he towers a good four or five inches at least over everyone else in the room. He can’t know as much as they’re letting on, seems far too young to have earnt the deference he’s receiving from the gathered instructors and brass, who are all also apparently sitting in on the lesson. That’s new.

“Afternoon everyone. Some of you already know me, and will know what I’m about to say. You can call me Bradley, or Bradshaw. I don’t quite stand on the same ceremony as many of you are used to,” Bradley Bradshaw says, and what a fucking joke of a name. One of the brass hides a laugh as a cough and Jake wonders if they’re being pranked.

“Now, as to why I’m here? For you it’s primarily ejections. You may be lucky to never experience one. But it’s unlikely. If you’re lucky, your ejection will go flawlessly and you’ll walk away with some bruises and a little whiplash. Less lucky, few broken bones and some scars and unable to fly again. Unlucky, you die. I want to stack the odds in your favor, teach you how to turn those potential breaks into bruises, turn what could kill you into something that you’re able to survive.”

He goes on into more detail, discusses the freefall simulator they’ll be utilizing and he listens with half an ear while he watches the others paying rapt attention.

“What makes you qualified to teach us?” Jake asks, hopes his tone doesn’t come off as disparaging, because he genuinely wants to know. They’re the best pilots. Surely there’s someone in one of the services with the same level of expertise.

“You think you’re the first pilot who thinks they know better than me?”

“I didn’t say you know better, I asked what makes you qualified,” Jake replies firmly.

The guy nods then, accepts the interruption.

“I’ve been flying planes for over twenty years, flying solo since I was sixteen. Jumping out of planes since I was eighteen. Got my license to do tandem jumps when I was twenty-one. I remain the youngest person to become a skydiving instructor. I did my bachelor degree in physics and human performance science, then became quite enamored regarding spin recovery and free fall. I was then approached by the Defense Advanced Research Project Agency about doing my doctorate, specially looking further into MFF, HALO and HAHO and also spin recovery. I’ve been teaching at Pensacola, Corpus Cristi, Kingsville, Fort Bragg among others for the last few years.”

Holy shit.

“In addition to that I stay up to date with all the safety and health improvements. Continue to study the physics of spins and calculate the best asymmetry to try and achieve to remove from a spin dependent on a variety of variables. I’ve done over ten thousand jumps, put myself into deliberate spins over and over for the sake of science. And yet I’m standing in front of you today, alive, because I know what I’m talking about. Does that help answer your question Lieutenant?”

“Yes sir. Thank you. I look forward to hearing what you’ve got to teach us.”

… … …

"Mav, have pilots gotten cockier or am I just getting older?"

"You're definitely getting older," Mav replies, and he's cackling madly.

"Seems like a prerequisite for the programme. They know they're good..." Ice provides.

"Ugh. Whole lotta ego in the current batch."

"More than normal?"

"Yeah. Well. One guy in particular. He's fucking insufferable."

"Name?" Ice asks innocently and Bradley laughs but doesn’t say anything.

… … …

Jake Googles him when he gets back to his lodging, clicks through and watches clip after clip of the guy jumping out of a plane. The freefall and spin-recovery ones are the ones which make his heart lodge somewhere in his throat, although he’s not sure why. It’s not like he’s afraid of heights. The guy is good, which he’d already gathered. There’s one filmed crash which he gets up and walks away from which makes his eyes widen, but he’s… interested. Curious. Definitely wants to know more.

… … …

“Sir, do you know anything about a naval aviator with the last name Bradshaw?” Jake asks.

“Oh… yes. Very tragic what happened to him.”

“What was that?”

“He was killed in a training exercise while at Top Gun.”

“Oh shit…”

“Language.”

“Sorry sir. I just, I’ve been talking with Dr Bradshaw, his son I think?”

“Ah yes, Bradley. There’s an accomplished young man.”

Jake guesses all the instructors probably know each other, but there’s still a level of familiarity there which isn’t usually present with other civilian contractors.

… … …

“Lieutenant. Can I help you?”

“You can call me Jake.”

“Or I can call you Lieutenant.”

“Sure thing, I mean, I’ll answer to anything you want to call me.”

Bradley frowns, because otherwise his eyebrows would be up in his hairline. The man’s got balls, he’ll give him that.

“Just wanted to see if I could tempt you into having a drink with me…”

Bradley isn’t stupid, knows that far more than a drink is being offered and while he would have taken him up on it ten, hell, five years ago, he’s not really into the one-night thing anymore.

“Sorry Lieutenant, this isn’t my home base. Neither is the flight school. I actually live in San Diego. How about if you’re ever in North Island you look me up… then we can talk about that drink.”

He still gives Jake his number, meaning it about the drink, but it’s as gentle a rejection as he can manage.

PART 6

#IceMav #Top Gun fanfic #Hangster #you need to learn how to fall

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icemavschild · 2 years

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Can you please do a fic where Bradley is an instructor and his squadron keeps trying to figure out who he is married to. Kinda like Icemav

After a bit of clarification, I have been asked to write Hangster! This is gonna be fun.

I tried to REALLY IceMav parallel this shit.

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Pairings: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Summary: read the request

Warnings: none (maybe humour..bc my humour is bad)

A/N: Hope this was okay, considering it’s not my ship…but I gave it a try!! (I’m treating it like IceMav tbh)

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When Bradley entered the hanger, he could pick up a few words form a group conversation.

“He’s married.”

“Really? To who?”

“Some pilot.”

“Do we know them?”

He could feel a smirk rising in his lips and just walked forward to make his presence known, the room shutting up immediately. The group of lieutenants dropped their curiosities and listened wholeheartedly to The Rooster.

The Rooster who went on the famous Uranium Mission. The Rooster who is apart of the Special Opps Dagger Team. The Rooster who back seated in an ancient F-14 with an ancient Pilot who was too sassy and too gay for his own good.

Little did they know, Rooster learnt a few habits from his God Fathers.

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As Rooster was finishing up in his office, he watched his phone screen light up and smiled to himself.

“Hey baby.” Rooster cooed, a lovesick grin on his face. He began to pack up and leave his office, phone pressed against his ear; missing the way his class suddenly became very attentive to their instructor. “My day was good, how was yours?”

The Top Gun class of 2042 squinted their eyes and leant forward to catch the conversation, hoping to get some sort of inkling toward who the hell Captain Bradshaws spouse was.

~~~

Two weeks had gone by and the Top Gun class had had enough. They were done with trying to figure it out, and Bradley knew.

So Bradley made a phone call to a certain Admiral Seresin. He hadn’t seen his husband in at least 4 months, and he needed some overdue cuddles and soft, loving, sex from his very attentive husband.

When Bradley entered his hanger, he almost laughed at the class’s silence. There, at his desk, was Admiral Seresin. His Top Gun class wasn’t talking, wasn’t laughing and wasn’t doing anything that Bradley had complained about to said Admiral.

“They’re a lot more well behaved then you make them out to be, Roos.” Jake said with a small smile, Rooster rolled his eyes and tutted.

“Please refer to me as Captain Bradshaw while at work Admiral.” Bradley teased, watching Jake’s eyebrow shoot up suggestively.

“Yes, sir.” Jake said, a smirk clear as day on his face. “Well! See you for lunch, Roos.” As Jake passed Bradley, he pressed a small peck to his lips and slapped his ass. Knowing fully well Cyclone, who was somehow still at Top Gun, was going to grill him for it.

“IS ADMIRAL SERESIN YOUR HUSBAND?!” One of the lieutenants exclaimed, his eyes wide and unbelieving.

#hangster #rooster x hangman #top gun #gay pilots #top gun maverick #future top gun #dagger team #maverick #cyclone #hangman #rooster #Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw #Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin #admiral Seresin #captain Bradshaw #Bradshaw #Seresin #hangman x Rooster

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 8 months

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Don't You Forget About Me

Part Two

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Description: Jake's had to live with a lot of incredibly annoying people over his life. But of all of them, he's never been as frustrated by anyone the way he has been frustrated by one Bradley Bradshaw. Rooster may be a textbook perfect pilot but he hesitates too much. Tell someone they'll never get anywhere once and get your head bitten off? Sure. But at the same time, Jake can't help remembering the one person who had inspired him to dream of the sky. That Bradley, wherever he is, had better be proud. Because Jake is. This Bradley, no matter how sexy and alluring with his damned pornstache and effortlessly tousled curls had better watch out. His callsign is Hangman for one particular reason, after all. Everything comes to a head after the Uranium Mission. Maybe Jake's Bradley from Texas is closer than he thinks? Disclaimer: This is a Hangster story -> What you see is what you get, folks. Slight mention of homophobic/ lgbtq+ phobic family members. Word Count: 2755 Author's Note: Hiya! I wrote this fic for @roosterforme's Top Gun Rocktober Event based on the song Don't You Forget About Me by the Simple Minds. Here's part two. I hope you all like it! Part two happens after the Uranium Mission and is in Jake's POV.

It's been a long road, getting to where I am right now. Years of sweat and blood and tears. Years of ignoring my uncle's insistent demands for money, years of sporadic contact with Mom. But I don't regret one bit of the pain or sorrow of the past decade. I can't imagine what my life would have been like if I hadn't met Bradley at the party all those years ago. Hell, I probably would've been working on some ranch in Texas, still under my uncle's thumbs and miserable to boot.

I can still remember the smile on his face and how gentle he'd been with me. I mean, don't tell Phoenix or anything, but I haven't always looked this good. There was a time when I weighed about ninety pounds soaking wet. I was gangly limbed - all the grace of a newborn colt with none of the dexterity. The only thing I knew I wanted for the future was to stay with my boyfriend. That went over well, didn't it? Especially considering how monumentally that relationship crashed and burned.

It's weird, attributing so many of the biggest accomplishments in my life to one person, especially someone that I knew for only a night over a decade ago. His words, his opinions, I remember them like I’m still sitting in the passenger seat of his car. But I barely remember his face or what he was wearing. The attraction? That I still remember. I remember that all too well, one could say. I’ve never felt like that with another man before him. Even the fact that he’d called me ‘kid’ hadn’t seemed to matter, not when my hand was in his and when I was transfixed by the heat in his whiskeyed gaze. It’s no wonder that whiskey is one of my favorite drinks, not when each sip makes me remember his eyes.

There’s only been one other person in the past twelve years that has made me feel the same way that Bradley did. Even his first name is the same, and his eyes. But he’s never once looked at me like he remembers me. So he can’t be the boy who changed my life. Then there’s the fact that until not too long ago, I couldn’t stand him either. Him and I, we’ve always been like oil and water. Bradshaw was the responsible person. The guy COs loved to fawn over because he flew by the book without ever deviating from it. I’m the renegade, the maverick - the guy you send in to get shit done no matter what. He was the asshole who everybody liked and who wouldn’t get off of the perch his namesakes loved to sit on.

But even I can admit that things have changed over the past few weeks. I’m a part of a team, for one. Not just a lone ranger doing their own thing. I’m actually a part of this squadron. Standing in the Hard Deck after what has to be the hardest mission of my whole career, I feel better than I ever have. Let me make it clear. I was the auxiliary on the mission. A part of me is still not over that fact. I understand it now, but call it my ego or my need to succeed or whatever you want, it still stings. Maverick saw my performance up in the air, he saw how I flew and he still found me lacking.

But I was the man everyone could count on. The guy who made sure everyone came home. But why is the true hero of the mission, the man who made the one-in-a-million shot, sans laser sight, during the mission, nowhere to be seen? Phoenix is doing shots with Bob. Payback and Fanboy are poorly serenading some unsuspecting girls on the other end of the bar to the song pouring out of the jukebox. But where is Rooster?

There must be something wrong because he hasn’t unplugged the jukebox even once and led the bar into an easy rendition of some Jerry Lee Lewis throwback from a century ago. I haven’t spent a single night at the Hard Deck out with him where he hasn’t rounded the night out with a surprisingly tuneful albeit drunken rendition. Between me and whoever else hears my mental dialogue, it should be illegal for someone to sound that good while drunk. The bar is packed, but well, you’d think finding a six-foot-tall man would be far easier than you think. But even as I order two beers from Jimmy at the bar, I don’t see Rooster Bradshaw anywhere. At least that is, until I’m in the corner of the bar near the pool tables.

He’s sitting on the deck out back, looking out over the placid ocean. It’s honestly a relief to escape the hoppy stale air and the insistent crowd the minute I open the doors. If I have to tell the story of my dashing rescue mission, complete with “Good afternoon, ladies and gentleman, this is your savior speaking.”, I might just scream. My throat is sore and I wish that the news of my derring do’s hadn’t passed around base the moment the carrier docked.

But all of my thoughts fly out of my mind the minute I see his face. He looks good, it wasn’t exactly a secret that first night back in San Diego that I thought that. I’ve always thought he looked way too good to be true. But tonight, even I can admit that Bradley Bradshaw has looked better. There are dark bruises rising up across his chest, his arm is in a sling and as a whole he looks like he’d be better suited to curling up in bed than sitting out on the beach outside of a bar. Should he even be drinking with the potent meds I’m sure the doctors gave him? I’m kind of afraid to ask, so instead I sit down near him and hand him one of the beers. I rub the condensation away on my jeans and truly, I don’t know what to say.

A part of me knows that I should ask if he’s okay, but instead I ask, quietly, my voice barely audible over the rushing ocean tide, “Why did you do it?”

“Do what, Bagman?” He’s slurring his words, exhaustion evident in every pore. When he picked up a bruise on his cheek, I have no idea.

“Why did you go back?” I don’t know why of all the questions I have for Bradley Bradshaw after over a decade competing with him, it was this one that I chose to ask.

He looks confused for far too long before he rasps out, “I had to. Mav’s the only family I have left.”

His earnest, easy acceptance and love for our Captain leaks from every word. The look on his face, too, is unspeakably familiar. I can’t help wondering if maybe I have met Bradley Bradshaw before. But when? How? I don’t think we’ve actually talked to each other, not once since the day we met. It’s been friction, just glorious dizzying friction since that day. He pushes me to be better, even when he’s acting like I’m not worth the space I inhabit.

Tonight, though, Bradley Bradshaw makes me feel different. It’s probably just the exhaustion on his face as he sips lacklusterly on the beer in his hands. But I feel younger and older all at once. In the glint of the moon, his eyes flash golden.

“Why’d you do it, Jake?” I wasn’t expecting that question. Not at all.

“I…” If he notices how my throat works as I try to string my disparate thoughts together, he doesn’t call any attention to it. I feel transfixed under the liquid amber of his gaze. “I had to.”

“Mav said we all had to come home. All of us meant you and him too. I’ve lost a wingman already. I’m not ready to lose anymore.”

I busy myself shredding the sodden label of the beer in my hands. It’s mostly full still, my mouth too dry and throat too tight to swallow any of the liquid. My head’s spinning too, caught in his gaze.

“Huh…” His chuckle makes my cheeks warm. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“I didn’t either.” For several moments, it’s quiet outside. Then someone props the back door open and I can hear some of the music pouring out of the jukebox.

Don't you try and pretend

It's my feeling we'll win in the end

I won't harm you or touch your defenses

Vanity and security, ah

Don't you forget about me

“Why’d you join the Navy, Hangman?” My eyes open at the unexpected question. I guess they’d closed when I listened to the song on the juke.

“I figure I might as well ask.” He shrugs, just the one shoulder, gesturing with his bottle to get me to spit the words on the tip of my tongue out.

“I met someone going to Officer Candidate School when I was seventeen in Austin. He was different … nice. I’ve never been called a kid more affectionately. He told me about the Navy, and well, there was nothing better waiting for me. So I joined up right after I graduated.” Nostalgia colors my tone as I think back to how different I was back then. “I think this song was playing on the radio actually.”

What I don’t expect to hear is laughter. Pained, overloud, sudden, jarring laughter. I turn my head and like I expected, it’s coming from Bradley Bradshaw. It rankles a little having someone laugh at something I’ve never told anyone else.

“What?!” If I sound like I’m snarling, well I’m sure it’s my prerogative.

“God you always were a little shit, huh?” The naked fondness is more than a little surprising.

“What do you mean?” I’m pouting and grumbling, I know. My beer’s sitting on the decking and I have no idea where I should look. If I look into his smug face, I’m going to say something I know I’ll regret.

“You ran into me that night, if I remember correctly. Called me an asshole and everything." This can't be happening. There is no way this is happening. My Bradley, the kind, supportive one, can't be Chicken Bradshaw. That's not possible. Please don't tell me I've spent the better part of a decade trying to antagonize the one person who convinced me that there was something better for me than being my uncle's whipping boy.

"I definitely did not."

"You were about ninety pounds soaking wet. Sure, you look different, but that particular rage in your eyes? I've only ever seen it on one other person." He licks his lips, but while I should be focusing on what he's saying, I can't help noticing how chapped they are and how incredibly soft they look.

I'm frozen, paralyzed. Until a hand nudges my own. I'm not sure why I do it, but I put my hand in Rooster's. His hands feel the same as they did all that time ago. Big, just a little bigger than my own, the long fingers calloused but gentle and warm as they clasp mine.

"I know I'm probably not who you thought you wanted to thank." Is that self-deprecation in Rooster Bradshaw's tone? No way. He just saved the entire world as we know it.

"Who says, Roo?" It's gratifying to see the pink on the apples of his cheeks. This close it feels like there are whole galaxies in his eyes and I feel this sudden sense of deja vu.

In Austin, all those years ago, as we were talking high above the city in Bradley's vintage Bronco, all I wanted to do was sink into his lap and kiss him until all he knew was me. I thought I'd outgrown that particular fascination with the stars in his eyes and the scars trailing down the side of his face. Obviously not.

A lot has changed in the decade between that night and this one. I'm still incredibly handsome, obviously, but muscular and fit, no longer emaciated and malnourished. Bradley's even broader and stronger than he was before - beefy is the only term I can use. And DADT, that one governing guideline for all non-heterosexual people in the military is dust in the wind.

But more than what I want, which is to croon 'Roo' into his ear as he rails me until I can't feel anything below my waist, I have to consider whether he wants me, too. It wouldn't be the first time that I'm too much for somebody. It probably won't be the last time either.

"Hangman? Jake? JAKE!" I blink, sure I'm blushing because I think I just zoned out looking at his lips.

"You okay?"

I nod, smiling just a little. He's close, incredibly, impossibly close to me.

"Jake. Tell me if I'm reading this wrong, but I really want to kiss you." His raspy voice sends shivers down my spine.

But I know he's not feeling his best, so I take control. His hair feels like silk at my fingertips as I peck his lips, once, twice, and finally a third time. It feels way too good, how even those simple kisses make me feel giddy in a way I've never felt before.

I cradle his face gently in between my palms, levering my body onto his lap until I'm straddling his waist.

"You look good, Bradshaw." His chuckle makes me smile, something real. Something soft and new.

"I am good, Seresin. Too good to be true." I kiss him again, relishing in the prickle of his mustache against my lips and cheeks. This new angle also lets me look, really look at Roo. There are dark smudges under his eyes, bruise-like in their intensity.

"Roo," My voice is gentle as I pepper kisses against his jaw. "How long has it been since you've slept, baby?"

His nose wrinkles. "I haven't really slept since before we left."

"Let me take you home, then, sweetheart?" His eyes darken at my words, but I stop him with a soft chuckle. "Not to do that. Though I do want to. You look as exhausted as I feel. I just want to see you sleep, darlin'. Okay?"

His nod is a little dazed, but he doesn't argue when I grab the beer bottles and slip back in to drop them off back at the bar. I get accosted on my way back out to Roo by the one person who would be perceptive enough to notice the two of us out there.

"Hey, Hangman." I blink, more than a little surprised at the surprisingly strong arm barring my way.

"What can I do for you, Bobby Boy?"

He pushes his glasses up and says in a serious tone, "The two of you are good together. Take care of him, yeah?"

Now I really must've entered the twilight zone. I've got everything I've ever wanted and the one person who probably should disapprove of everything I do just told me to take care of Roo. But I can't help the giddy grin on my face. Rooster's still right where I left him, watching the few sparse clouds sail past the moon.

"Take me home, Seresin." I don't think I could stop smiling if I tried. He's said my last name so many times, in so many ways, but it's never been so fondly.

"You got it, Bradshaw." His hand is warm and secure in mine as I get him into the passenger seat of my pickup.

By the time I pull into my parking spot on base, Roo's nearly half-asleep. Sleep's tugging at me too, but I manage to keep it at bay until I have him in a pair of my flannel pajama pants, curled up comfortably under the sheets of my bed.

I lie down and face him, tracing each dip and strong line of his face with my eyes as I finally start to fall asleep after the mission.

"Hey, Jake?" I hum lightly, too tired to say anything more.

"Don't you forget about me, okay?"

"I'll be calling your name, Roo. I couldn't forget you if I tried." It's true. I never would've expected one of the worst nights of my life to lead to the one person who has always known what I needed. Now it's my turn to make sure he has what he needs.

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Weekend Trip [hangster] - Chapter 1

So I started writing another fic!

Summary: Jake's first weekend with Bradley in the Mitchell-Kazansky house. It's chaos and banter and maybe also a bit embarrassing.

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw, Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky x Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell.

Rating: E.

About the Chapter: Bradley and Jake drive down to San Diego to spend the weekend with Mav and Ice.

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If you're taking requests from that list you posted for this weekend could I please ask for 6 and 19, maybe for Bradley, or whoever you prefer? I really don't mind xx

I'm so excited for everything you're working on!!❤️❤️❤️❤️

I love this, thanks so much for your patience!!

Those that have sent in requests and I haven't posted them yet- I'm going through some mega writer's block rn but hopefully it'll clear up soon. I do have fics coming soon!

Did I have to make this Hangster? No. Did I make it Hangster?

6. Mumbling into their chest "just hold me" and 19. "that was just a nightmare, it's all okay.

Wrapping his arms around Bradley's waist, Jake gently pressed a kiss to his cheek. In the dark kitchen, shadows from the moon covering them, Bradley looked... tired. Haunted.

"Hey, it's late... early. Are you okay?"

He already knew the answer. Bradley may have been facing the window into their backyard, stone-faced and silent as he leaned on the kitchen sink, but his hands shook when he reached for Jake's and he refused to turn his head. Jake slipped his hand up the back of Bradley's sleep shirt, rubbing his hand over his lower back. He'd always done it, even way back when they'd tried this the first time.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Nope," Bradley murmured, apparently out of his trance now. His shoulders remained tense, his eyes forward, but the more Jake moved his hand the more he began to relax.

"Come back to bed with me," Jake finally whispered softly. Bradley opened his mouth to hesitate, or complain, maybe even start an argument, but his entire body fell forward and he nodded numbly. He let Jake take him by the hand and lead him back upstairs.

"Try to get some sleep, Roos. I love you."

As Bradley rolled on to his side facing away from Jake, he heard the murmured love you too and Jake sighed, burying against the pillow.

The next morning Hangman was on a mission. He kissed Rooster goodbye at the Bronco and beelined for the ready room while Rooster headed for his office to make a start on some paperwork. Of course Maverick was standing by the coffee machine, reading a text while he waited for the liquid gold to brew.

"Mav," Hangman called out. Maverick pocketed his phone, glancing up.

"Hangman, good morning. Have you spoken to-"

"-something's wrong."

Maverick cocked an eyebrow, leaning in to whisper to Hangman conspiratorially.

"Jake; my godson picked you, something must be wrong."

"It's Bradley, sir. Something's wrong with Bradley."

The amused, jovial glint to Maverick's eyes dulled and his eyebrows knitted together. The lines by his eyes, usually indicating a cheeky smile or a mischievous act, now indicated concern.

"Talk to me. What's going on?"

"I woke up and the bed was cold, so I went looking for him. He was standing by the kitchen window and it was 4am, he- he was- he was shaking. Because he's Bradley, he didn't want to talk about it, didn't want to tell me what was wrong, so I- I dragged him back to bed, and he kissed me goodnight, but I think he pretended to be asleep so I didn't bring it up again."

"What about this morning, before work?"

"Same thing; I got up at 6, he pretended he slept in and then he rushed to get ready."

Jake frowned, thinking of the Bronco.

"He blasted 80's music the whole way here."

Maverick winced.

"Okay, that's bad news. Alright, keep an eye on him today. In a professional capacity I can only ground him but that's a last resort. As his godfather, though..."

Maverick suddenly looked like he'd aged about twenty years, and Jake felt that. He hadn't slept all that well after peeling Bradley off the kitchen sink, wanting to listen in case he said something or needed comfort. He knew Bradley reached for his phone somewhere around 5am and had scrolled on tiktok for a bit, but when Jake's alarm went off at 6 he was back to pretending to be asleep. He didn't have the heart to tell him to get up, so when the clock hit 7 and Jake was starting to think Bradley was staying home he'd gone back upstairs to find him frantically getting ready for the day.

"I'll talk to him if I can catch him long enough. At the very least, it'll piss him off enough he'll go to you."

Ah, Maverick. Ever the optimist.

"Thanks, Mav. I really appreciate it. I wouldn't usually do this, I just- I'm worried about him, y'know?"

"I do."

Maverick squeezed Hangman's arm, clearing his throat.

"I think we burned the coffee."

"Fuck."

Maverick knocked on Rooster's office door, poking his head in and sending him a smile.

"Hey, Roos. Got a minute?"

"Only a minute."

Ooh, grumpy pants. Maverick had dealt with worse. Seventeen year old Bradley Bradshaw had been a force of nature... and grief.

Maverick sat on one of the chairs in front of Rooster's desk, clearing his throat.

"Can I ask?"

"Ask what?"

"Is everything okay?"

Rooster huffed, closing the file he'd been writing in as he clenched his fists.

"You talked to Jake?"

"Jake and I had a conversation about someone we love."

"Fantastic. You already know what's going on; what's your prognosis, Doctor Maverick?"

"I don't know. What do you think is going on, Bradley?"

Rooster shrugged, brown eyes firm as he stared his godfather down.

"Was that all, sir?"

"Yeah, Roos, that's all."

"Okay. I need to finish this report."

Maverick knew when he'd been shown the door, despite what others said. He stood, pausing before he exited.

"Hey, Bradley; Jake and I, and the others, we're here for you, okay? No matter what it is, how stupid it feels; you can come to us."

"Thanks, Maverick."

Jake had been asleep all of thirty seconds when he felt hands on his shoulders, frantically shaking him.

"Jake, wake up. Wake up."

His eyes opened and he looked around the room, finally finding Bradley in the darkness.

"Babe? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I can't breathe."

Jake frowned, sitting up in bed as he reached for the lamp on his nightstand.

"What?"

With the haze of sleep gone from his mind, he took in Bradley and immediately moved, pulling Bradley to the side of the bed and making him put his feet on the cold floor of their bedroom. With his hand on his partner's back, Jake gently guided him to put his head between his knees.

"Darlin', you can breathe. I think you're having a panic attack, it's okay. I'm right here."

"Jake," Bradley sobbed, one hand reaching up for his boyfriend. Jake grasped it, pressing kisses to his knuckles.

"I know B, I know. It's okay, I'm right here."

For half an hour Jake listened to Bradley gasp for air, sobbing occasionally when it got too much and he couldn't keep it down anymore. When Jake went to shift, stretch his legs considering he'd been sitting in an awkward position since he woke up, Bradley's head had shot up and he reached for Jake, eyes searching for any sign that he was safe.

"Roos, I'm staying, I had a cramp. Do you feel up to lying down?"

After a moment, Bradley slowly nodded. Jake pulled the covers back, damp with sweat, and instead pulled a blanket from the box on the end of the bed. Gently covering Bradley with it, he put a hand on his cheek.

"Okay?"

"Can I tell you about it without you losing your shit?"

Jake snorted, fondly running a hand through his boyfriend's hair.

"I'm worried about you, not angry. If you want to tell me, I'll listen."

Bradley lifted the blanket slightly and Jake got the idea, sliding in with him. His boyfriend, despite his panic, was warm and firm and still the best person to snuggle with despite snoring like a chainsaw.

Listen, we can't all sleep peacefully.

"It started last week. I- I woke up, and... and I could smell smoke. See smoke."

Jake kept his eyes on his boyfriend, sensing the way his body became tense and then relaxed when he could feel Jake's hand on his side.

"I looked over and... I dunno, I think you were in the bathroom, but I couldn't see you. I was so tired, I thought..."

"Oh, Roos..."

Jake scooted closer, surprised at the way that his own chest hurt. Bradley's eyes fell closed against his shoulder and his hands tightened their grip on his shirt.

"M'sorry I couldn't tell you. Ever since then, every time I try to sleep... I just see smoke, and you yelling over comms, and I dream of your jet going down. I've never had this before, I don't- I don't know what to do with it."

"It was just a nightmare, Roos. It's all okay."

Jake pulled away from their hug, brushing a hand over Bradley's cheek. As Bradley's shoulders relaxed, he buried back in against Jake.

"I think we're supposed to talk about it before it gets to this point."

Jake snorted.

"Yeah, okay, that sounds good."

Sighing, he glanced over his shoulder at the alarm clock on his nightstand.

"We should change the sheets... get you cleaned up."

"Just... stay. We can do it in the morning."

Bradley gently pushed Jake on to his back, practically covering him from head to toe.

"Are you gonna be here in the morning?"

"Yeah, Roos. Get some sleep, we'll talk later."

Jake woke up the next morning, sighing in relief at the sound of snoring in his ear. He reached up, brushing his fingers through Bradley's curls.

"I love you," he whispered softly.

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