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[mxrcusflint]

*you know what I am here for

WIP Wednesday WERK

Mickey @ Bradley in this entire piece

@hangmanbradshaw STEPH it's almost football night again (yay) and I'll humbly trade you a sports announcer update for this one – which thank you again for helping me crack:

"Jake, baby."

The sweet nothing slips out before Bradley can stop himself – he's been biting it back for so long, it was just a matter of time before he cracked, but Jake doesn't even register the pet name. He looks so crestfallen and so sad in the doorway, Bradley moves before thinking, reaching forward to bring Jake close against him.

Any exhaustion from grabbing the keys and making the seven hour drive through the middle of the night is gone in a moment. Jake's hair is tangled under his trembling fingers, as if Jake's been laying down all day.

"What are you doing here?" Jake mumbles, pulling back and squinting in confusion.

"You didn't answer my calls."

Jake shuffles on his crutches, avoiding Bradley's prying look. "I didn't answer anyone, really. So you just - decided to drive? The entire way overnight?"

He still hasn't let go of Jake's waist, unwilling to break that point of connection. "It wasn't that bad."

Jake swears under his breath. "Jesus, you're something else. Come in, come on."

they're IN IT NOWWWW

[stars-of-nixie]

Ugly duckling Bradley hello! Andddd 👁️ (I know he’s got those big deep browns)

@hangmanbradshaw

Hello @hangmanbradshaw! So I hadn't had anything about Bradley's eyes yet Steph, which shame on me for that, so I wrote this for you!

It'd been the third thing he'd ever noticed about Bradley, those haunting cow eyes of his. How sad and wide they'd looked in that moment. The way they'd darkened with surprise and skepticism when he'd seemingly finally taken in the fact Jake was in fact asking him out on a date.

Ask Nixie About WIP Wednesday!

[whistler-king]

that little farm where every wish comes true by HangmanBradshaw

“You’re unbe-leaf-able.” “You’re a sap.” “And you look radish-ing.”

[intrepidjourneys]

OHOHOHHHHH baseball reporter 🌭

@hangmanbradshaw

hiiii steph! @hangmanbradshaw

here's a hotdog for you. more to come obviously

In my downtime, I talk to Detroiters who speak fondly of the team. They share memories of going to the old Tiger Stadium with their dads and grandpas. Sun-filled afternoons with more hotdogs than they could stomach. They tell me how they bring their own kids now. It's a story we all know well — baseball has always had the ability to bring people together.

Bradley "how can you not be romantic about baseball" Bradshaw

[teacupivy]

we are reminiscing tonight over the two (equally good, equally serious, equally well-received) birthday fics i wrote for @hangmanbradshaw!

a stupid gift wrapped with a bow — canon-ish hangster food sex

austin’s favorite mastermind ;) — sports AU one night stand

<3

[malkinse]

this and a 10 hour flight 😮‍💨 @hangmanbradshaw

[tornadeoqueen]

🎲 this ain’t my first rodeo, Kelsea baby! (Rodeo part 2 plz)

I’m not even gonna roll the dice because I literally wrote this line for you @hangmanbradshaw xoxo

Looking down at the Seresin proudly engraved across its front, the selfish beast took over. If he’d lost him, he wanted a souvenir, something more tangible than the marks left on his hips and thighs (oh lord).

[mxrcusflint]

YOU KNOW WHAT I’M HERE FOR. Let’s go with 🤕 (injuries mayhaps?)

@hangmanbradshaw

i'm cheeeeating by not giving you more from [redacted] - but here's a sweet followup of Jake being a good responsible athlete and doing his recovery:

"Twice," Bradley says, watching Mav busy himself with his bike in an attempt to not look like he's eavesdropping. "Let me know how PT goes, okay? Don't push the hamstring or the ankle too hard."

"I'll be fine," Jake says, sounding soft over the phone. "You should head back; don't want to keep you from Maverick."

"I'll call you later," Bradley promises.

He expects Jake to send gym photos the moment they end the call, and he's not disappointed. Three mirror pictures pop up immediately, Jake in various states of shirtless-ness, chest shiny and sweaty from exertion. Bradley saves them immediately to his phone.