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.
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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.
