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[hangmanbradshaw]

baby, i know places we won't be found (and we run) on ao3

3/3 chaps, completed, E, 38k

Jake Seresin walks into tryouts for the Running Man with a plan, a goal, and a hell of a vendetta. Six years ago, Bradley Bradshaw walked into the Network Building and never came back.

Somehow, the murder show that separated them also brings them back together. No one wins the Running Man, or do they?

aka

The Running Man AU where Jake goes on the show to avenge his lost love, everyone's favorite Hunter is a little too interested in him, and two people that the world wants to pit against each other decide to take it on together, again, and again, and again. And after all the fighting, how do you learn how to live?

[hangmanbradshaw]

if you'd never come for me, i might've lingered in purgatory on ao3, 27k

In a world where vampires exist in the open, wolves prefer to remain in the shadows. When Bradley's pack fled to Montana, it was for a chance at a new start in the middle of nowhere, far from too many watchful human eyes. After the murder of a local vampire sheriff, their truce with the vamp king of Montana turns to potential war. Luckily for the wolves, there's something Jake Seresin wants enough to forge a new alliance.

Too bad for Bradley he's completely in love with his soon-to-be husband, who only wants his blood and body.

or

Bradley's a legacy wolf who runs a bar, Jake's the vampire king of Montana, and they match each other's freak.

[hangmanbradshaw]

can't fight the moonlight on ao3

e, 18k, completed

Born into a love of wine, Jake's spent his adult life traveling the world, working at renowned wineries. Born into a love of rhinos, Bradley's spent his life chasing animals. Somehow, their paths meet in Fredericksburg, Texas.

or

The Rhinory Fic. (The Bradshaws run a rhino sanctuary/winery, they need a wine guy, and Jake just moved home. The rest works itself out.)

[hangmanbradshaw]

i'll follow you, follow you home on ao3, completed, e, 45.6k

Bradley Bradshaw had spent a career with the goal of making it to the Fighting 32, the squad he'd grown up around with his dad, the best of the best. A spot finally opens, but his luck is the squad's loss, in the form of their wingman, Ensign Turner. With war on the horizon and ghostly shadows looming over his past and future, Bradley adjusts to a Captain he has history with, a spot on a new squad that belonged to someone else, and a wingman who hates him. Determined to fix the latter, he pulls out all the tricks of charm he knows, but Jake Seresin seems determined to spend their days at each other's throats. Bradley didn't mean to fall in love with him along the way. And he definitely didn't expect Jake to love him back.

or

Bradley transfers to the 32, deals with Mav, fights ghosts, and falls in love with his straight wingman who hates him, or so he thinks. And Jake? Well, Jake has a few secrets of his own, but he never says anything he doesn't mean. AKA the Devotion/Eternity inspired fic

[hangmanbradshaw]

the house don't fall when the bones are good on ao3

explicit, complete, 2/2, fake dating AU

Bradley is ready to go home. Not to Chicago and certainly not to the Lake of the Ozarks, but the Wright Resort project is the ticket that will get him back to California. All he has to do is convince a town to approve a resort they all hate...while working with his ex's family. Luckily, the hot, local Marina owner might be the solution to both problems. Jake Seresin is the perfect candidate to help him- just insane enough to do it, a man who knows the people, and most of all, not a risk to Bradley's heart. After all, there's no world where they'd ever work for real.

Or

Bradley's a Project Manager for a big firm in Chicago, his ex is a wannabe midwestern Hilton who thinks he should run for office, Jake isn't just a dockhand, and there are definitely raccoons plotting Bradley's demise. Love isn't always easy, but it is damn simple.

aka the architect learns that home isn't a place, but the people in it fic

[hangmanbradshaw]

(Did I promise myself no more WIPs and then broke ground on 5k of a WIP tonight? Maybe. Anyway...here's mid-30s, college baseball teammates Jake and Bradley who run into each other in a bar after not seeing one another for 14 years.) (Bradley proceeds to do something insane after this, because refusing to date the hotshot asshole freshman who flirted with him nonstop as the junior captain wasn't insane enough.)

He downed his beer, turned on his heel, and strode out of the bar. In the reflection of the glass, he caught Jake’s grin, his hand retrieving his wallet from the pocket of his jeans.

As he walked to his car, he could hear the door open again, and footsteps follow.

Jake’s bootsteps.

Holy fuck. Was he really about to fuck Jake Seresin in his car? He discreetly wiped his palms on his jeans and retucked his tank. Running a hand through his hair would be too obvious (and a lost cause at this point). He smoothed out his mustache, wished he had a mint, and told himself he was not trying to make this romantic. He was a good bed partner, that was all. His parents had raised him right. He definitely wasn’t still harboring the ridiculous fucking crush he’d had on the hotshot asshole freshman who was not an option. 

At the rental, Bradley opened the back door for him. Jake cocked a brow, that smirk twisting his stupidly pretty features. “A gentleman, huh?”

“I wouldn’t call anything we’re about to do gentlemanly.”

“You don’t want to treat me sweet?” Jake fluttered his lashes like the asshole he was, but he made his way into the backseat. 

Bradley followed, and did not let himself admit there was a world where he would like to do just that. Take him back to the hotel, buy him breakfast in the morning, and call him the next day. Take him on a real date. See if this could be something. It wasn’t this world. He’d made his peace with it.

“Do you want me to?” Bradley deadpanned as he slammed the door.

The car was suffocatingly silent. Bradley didn’t let himself fidget against the leather seat. The moonlight washed over Jake beside him, those green eyes far too curious, leading to something too knowing. His smirk widened. 

“Ah. You don’t want me to treat you sweet.”

“Should we just get on with it?”

“Finally lose that patience? It only took you fourteen years.”

Bradley huffed. “Jake.”

[hangmanbradshaw]

'Cause you're all mine, right? on ao3 (written mine part 2)

Back from summer vacation, Bradley and Jake try to figure out if they work in the real world (they do)

aka

When two people want the same thing, but they're both in their heads about it (aka Jake Seresin falls in love again but for real this time)

[hangmanbradshaw]

it's a cruel summer, with you

on ao3, complete, 56k, explicit

Jake's goal had once been simple: beat Bradley Bradshaw at the Masters. Bradley's goal had once also been simple: make it back to the top of the PGA after the injury that derailed his career. It only took one week of hidden summer nights to change everything and nothing...but it's the end game that matters.

or,

Jake’s too good to be true, Bradley’s just as good as he once was, and somehow they meet in the middle (aka the rival golfers au set to a multi-summer backdrop of hot nights, their best friends' wedding, and carnival lights illuminating a hell of a lot)