Patrons at the Hard Deck after Bradley keeps bringing the mood down singing sad country ballads to win back Jake
Rooster: Hey Dads! *Walking downstairs dressed in a fluffy pink bunny costume* We need to talk about this costume you picked out.
Hangman: *Laughing* You did this to him?
Iceman: What? We thought he’d love it! The Velveteen Rabbit was his favorite book as a kid.
Rooster: The Velveteen Rabbit was brown and white!
Maverick: Well there were limited options, so it was either a pink bunny or no bunny at all.
Rooster: No bunny at all! Always no bunny at all!
Summary: When Bradley gets a text in the middle of the night from someone he hasn't heard from in a long time, he's forced into a spiral of reliving memories, heartbreak, and longing.
Word count: 5,308
Tags: Character Study, Pining, Mutual Pining, Non-Linear Narrative, Canon Compliant, If you ignore some stuff, Don't Ask Don't Tell, it's a looming spectre but i don't really go into it, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Together, Rivals to Almost Lovers to Enemies to Lovers kinda vibes, Missed Opportunities, I genuinely can't believe that's not a tag?, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Inspired by Music, Screen Reader Friendly
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Over time, Rooster stopped trying to pathologise it and instead just let their odd connection lead him. He didn’t question it when Hangman started to text him on the rare occasions that the squad parted on leave, or when he found himself anticipating a good night message, or when he sent good morning ones in return, or when Jake called him after his Chevy broke down forty miles from base.
Bradley had dropped everything to go to him. If anyone asked, he’d say that he just wanted the opportunity to rag on Jake for almost an hour uninterrupted. The truth, though, was in the way his stomach swooped when he’d arrived at the address he’d been sent and Jake smiled at him. The Chevy was still hooked to the tow truck just outside, and Bradley pulled up alongside it as he watched Jake walk over.
“My knight in horrible Hawaiian print,” he’d teased. The glint in his eye stayed fond despite the complaint that Rooster had gotten oh-so used to hearing by now.
“Shut up and get in the car, Hangman,” Bradley couldn’t keep the affection out of his words as he watched a little too intently as the man climbed into the Bronco.
an on-screen kiss with his wingman, right?
Remember how I died when you started walking? That's my life, that's my life x
pairing: bradley “rooster” bradshaw/jake “hangman” seresin
wordcount: 23.8k (ch2 of 3)
summary: he walks into the little bar and jake seresin is there, because this mission is for the best of the best, and jake is the best, he’s always been the best.
best thing bradley ever had, that's for damn sure.
or... another take on rooster & hangman as exes when they're called to TOPGUN for the mission.
Wait! on Kelsea Ballerini's new album is SOOOOO HANGSTER CODED. (very bradley pov in their first breakup I do believe)
TOP GUN: MAVERICK (2022)
How it started vs How it ends
Like fathers, like sons (in-law)
The family that cowboys together stays together
Obligatory save a horse ride a cowboy
22 or 33 with hangster? 👀🥰
I went with #33 because A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking is adorable!
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“And this one?”
Bradley pressed his mouth against a long-faded scar curving around Jake’s calf, foot propped up against his shoulder as he stared down at the man reclining against the pillow. Jake shifted, curling a hand behind his head, his bicep flexing before it relaxed and he settled further into the pillow.
“Fell off a pony,” Jake said, a smirk curling at his mouth.
“And here I thought you were smart enough not to get on a horse when you wanted to fly,” Bradley said, kissing against the mark again before shifting closer, Jake’s knee resting against his shoulder as Bradley ran fingers over his thigh.
“No, darlin’. Not a horse, a pony.”
“There’s a difference?”
“Hell, yeah, there’s a difference. I was six at a county fair and was ridin’ this pony that was barely tall enough to hit my Mama’s hip, going in a goddamn circle and bawling my eyes out because I was so terrified. The goddamn thing snorted and shook it’s head and I had to get off according to my Mama and so I got off but I ended up getting caught up in the saddle and was dragged for what felt like hours but was apparently only a second before the ride operator got me. But it was enough to catch my leg on somethin’ and cut it up.”
Bradley did his best to keep his face straight but he couldn’t at the thought about small, Jake, red faced and crying at the sight of a horse. Jake was trying to look at him, glaring but even he was fighting a smile.
“What sorta cowboy are you?” Bradley murmured, kissing Jake’s thigh as his fingers found nothing but unmarked skin and let Jake’s leg slide off his shoulder so he could brace hands and drop a kiss over the appendix scar he had already kissed before shifting up, his exploration complete.
“The kind that grew up in suburban Texas,” Jake replied, hooking an arm around Bradley’s neck and pulling him close. “Which you well know.”
“I do,” Bradley said, remembering the two-story house with the white picket fence, two happily married parents, an aging golden retriever and two siblings, all married with screaming kids who didn’t quite understand who Bradley was to Jake, but loved Uncle Jake enough that Bradley was deemed cool. “I’ll keep your secret.”
“It’s not a secret,” Jake said, laughing as he always did whenever someone tried to pretend he was some sort of cowboy. Before Bradley could respond, Jake rolled them, settling into the cradle of Bradley’s hips and he leaned down, pressing his mouth against the scars on Bradley’s jaw. “My turn.”
Bradley lifted his chin. “You know that story.”
“I’m gonna know them all by the time I’m done with you.”
Bradley grinned and closed his eyes, settling back against the pillow. “Have at it, baby.”
I just love the idea of of Bradley being supremely depressed about something(wait, don't @ me, there's more), refusing to talk to/confide in any of his friends...and so they go to Jake.
And whoever it is who's come to him (let's be honest, it's probably Phoenix) is just like "...he needs someone. He needs you."
Even Maverick coming to him being like "Bradley won't talk to me...but he'll talk to you."
Because they know.
They all know.
And even if they are still in the Divorce Era of their relationship...Jake would go to Bradley. And he would push Bradley until he talked to him. He would let Bradley storm off and slam the door to his bedroom, confining himself there for the rest of the night...then be there sleeping on the couch when Bradley walks out into the living room the next morning.
Because Jake loves Bradley.
And no matter how angry either of them are, Jake has never completely given up on Bradley, and he never will. So he stays there until Bradley opens up to him.
And then he stays a little longer, to hold him while he cries.
And he stays a little longer after that, to lay next to Bradley and watch him while he sleeps.