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(For those that apparently need this info, I was born in the 1970s, so a fandom old and adultier-adult).
All completed fics can be found at: ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN, however if you want an up-to-date comprehensive list of completed works on Tumblr you can visit this Tumblr post, as it links to all my TG/TG:M fics (both AO3 and the first Tumblr post for that fic (useful for when AO3 goes down)).
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2026 SPREADSHEET OF WRITING TALLIES, UPDATES, WHAT TO WRITE WEEKEND, & COMPLETION STATUS.
2025 SPREADSHEET for those curious souls.
Top Gun BINGO Event 2025-2027.
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POSTING TO AO3 (despite not being completed)
Upon which our souls touch - 25/? - Hangster Fantasy AU - Not close to completion at all however was started as an AU Bingo 2024 and posted to AO3 for that so is being very slowly updated as we go...) (Last updated 29th July)
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WIPs (+ FIC IDEAS CURRENTLY GERMINATING)
FYI - everyone is welcome to take any of the ideas and do their own spin. Don't plagiarise obviously, but definitely feel free to take it and add your own twist.
A) Scattering seed to the wind to see what grows - 4/6 - Agripilot Bradley and Single Dad Jake and (longer fic based on this ramble) (Updated 7th June)
B) I am the rainbow sheep of the family - 2/? and also Blue Sheep - 3/? - A Hangster fic with everyone living based on the idea of Jake meeting Nick and Carole at a pride parade and being enveloped into their family. And then meeting Bradley. (Making a proper fic of this idea here). (Updated 11th July)
C) It takes a village - 21/? Co-parents Bradley and Natasha and NICU nurse Jake Seresin. RomCom vibes all the way. (Tumblr post) (Updated 8th August)
D) Love is only a feeling - 6/? - Hangster - Jake and Bradley gay-chicken and fake/pretend date each other into a relationship. Based on this rambling here (Updated 12th August)
E) Skinny dip with me in the moonlight - 3/4 - Hangster with Jake and Bradley meeting while both on leave. They're neighbors. Sort of. (yep yep yep) (Updated 27th July)
F) Chaotic and Unpredictable Trajectories - 1/3 - a Twisters / Gorge / TGM Mashup with twins Jake/Tyler and Bradley/Levi. Based on this riffing post here (11th July 2026)
H) Remember Me, Smart and Sassy, With Love - TGRBB sequel - posted 2nd August 2026
I) My words are under your skin - 3/4 - Hangster soulword trope subversion based on this tumblr ramble. (4th August)
J) Lay your hands on me - sequel/continuation of this fic which is very PWP (Posted 30th June)
LAST EDITED 12th August 2026
RECYCLYING BIN
Ideas I may revisit however have other ideas currently consuming my brain and I was running out of letter of the alphabet.
Practical Magic AU (Tumblr ramblings) (And further ramblings)
Two guys in the mines hooking up... (Madness)
Long-distance/Zoom D&D players. (Madness)
Rooster is a shapeshifter trapped in his animal form? Crackity crack crack. (Madness)
Community Theatre putting on Grease with a twist - Jake as Danny and Bradley the new Sandy.
IceMav Bingo of the Florist and Undercover agent variety.
Olympic AU - Jake and Javy are the Flyboys, a synchronised diving pair. Bradley is a gymnast.
Party of 5 AU - Jake raising his younger siblings and trying to run the family business and grieve the life he had started to build at College.
Bradley runs away and joins the circus. Tumblr ramblings.
Hangster TGM AU with them working in a mall together
Puppetry Troop Hangster
Divorced-dad Jake and Pre-K teacher Bradley Bradshaw
Didn't know they were dating and fake dating combo
Meet!Ugly through a car crash
Encanto/TGM crossover
Follow up on Dagger Squad reaction to Jake and Bob being twins - based around this comment.
5+1 Hockey Season ticket holders.
Like vinegar on my tongue... (and here)
Travel besties and then realising you love your best friend
Pitch a Date
Jake has a teenage niece
Rock-a-bye Baby - something @stars-of-nixie is working on (rubs hands in glee!)
MOVED 21st July - Ice in my veins - Hangster Hockey AU with Hangster being ex-es (like stood up at the alter type exes) and the trade deadline coming in hot and Bradley being traded in and all hell is about to break loose... Ramblings and more here Explanation why can be found here.
Thank you @tgmsunmontue and @sonnywrites for the tags. I agree, best time of the week. While it is still Tuesday for me, I am posting now because my second job and packing for school take priority tomorrow.
I am sharing a snippet from another new Idea based on this idea I posted the other day. Of course very rough draft as always.
Jake was awoken to the sound of the bedroom door opening and the all too familiar second sound of Bradley running into a wall. Thank god the bedroom was on the first floor of Bradley's parents' passed-down bi-level home. Jake glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table and saw that it was 3 in the fucking morning. He sat up in bed and was startled by loud knocking on the door. That must have been what woke Bradley up. Within moments, he could hear muffled voices
âLieutenant Commander, sir, there seems to be an issue on base.â It was silent for a moment.
âYou couldnât have called me,â Bradley asked, voice rough from his sleep.
âNo sir, I was told to come get you.â
âBy who?â
âCaptain Mitchell, sir.â Pure silence followed. Jake worried that Bradley had fallen asleep standing up before he heard the front door slam shut with a bang. He squinted at the bedroom door, waiting for Bradley to shuffle his way back in. Sure enough, he entered the room wearing only his pajama pants with his curls sticking up every which way.
âFucking Mav and his stupid shit, when Ice reprimands him,â Bradley grumbled, flopping back onto the bed. Jake watched him roll around in his blankets, trying to find his comfy spot from before he was so rudely awoken at 3 in the morning. Â
1990s Hangster phone sex hotline AU where Jake is a struggling law student paying his way through school working as a phone sex operator and Bradley is a lonely commercial airline pilot who sees an ad for the line at 3am at a hotel during a layover.
At first Bradley is stilted and awkward so Jake starts chatting to loosen him up. Next thing he knows it's been 30 minutes and he's telling Bradley about what he had for lunch so he says "Now darlin' I could spend all night talking to you, but you're playing by the minute, so how about we spice this up a bit."
Bradley starts calling more and more often, after the first time he gets someone else it's horrible and he leaves it feeling even lonelier. After that time he starts asking for 'Jay' and if he's not available he just hangs up and calls back later.
Eventually they both realize it's more than just phone sex and Jake breaks every company policy and gives Bradley his own number. Bradley's so nervous that he doesn't call for a week. Jake worries he overstepped but then Bradley calls and tells Jake he's tried calling him a few times but he got his voicemail and he was too nervous to actually leave a message.
When they realize they're both based in SoCal they decide to meet up and Jake is like "wow darlin' you're even better than I pictured". Meanwhile Bradley is just fully blue screening because this is Jake? He's like a fucking model. Holy shit.
Tagged by the incredibly talented @welcometololaland who is making themselves accountable by sharing their WIP goals. I made myself a Bingo Card at the end of last year and that includes quite a bit of writing goals on it. I won't get them all the other goals done, but the writing ones are well in hand.
That said - adding three things here:
Finish Chaotic and Unpredictable Trajectories
Finish making the Hungry Caterpillar Quilt I am making
Get vegetable garden up and running for summer
I am not tagging everyone again but feel free to tag me if you're sharing. I like helping other people get things done while I procrastinate doing my own things... đ«Ł
Thinking about Bradley 'anger management issues' Bradshaw and how he gets extra snippy when he hasn't gotten off. His temper gets frayed even more easily, he's so much easier to rile up.
Now Hangman notices this, because he is AN EXPERT in Bradley Bradshaw and getting him to lose his cool. Thing is during the training for the mission Jake is a little taken aback because Bradley is on a hair trigger even for him. So, Jake starts digging, and he uncovers the whole Goose/Maverick connection. He wants Bradley to blow up, thinking it'll get it all out of Bradley's system. He is SO WRONG.
Because the thing is they are friends of a sort, they used to be close friends, fucked, then awkwardly kind of no-homo'ed their way through the morning after and then kind of distanced themselves from one another, splitting their previous close-knit friend group a little. Deployments come and go and it eases things a little but they never get back to what they had before (both totally think that fucking each other ruined their friendship, however if they had just talked they'd have realised they were mutually pining for each other).
They've both gone and had other relationships, (one of them got married, has kids/step-kids and is now divorced), and now they've been thrown together into this mission and Jake is trying to figure out what Bradley's deal is, so he eventually corners him and demands some answers. Suspects he knows the rough outline.
Sure enough, this is when Bradley admits he hasn't had sex with anyone in over 18 months. How he hasn't even been able to get off in about five months and Jake's mind is BOGGLING (also he has his answer as to why Bradley is wound so tight). Then, because he often speaks before thinking he offers to help him out. In the interest of saving everyone else from his bad temper.
And Bradley is SUPER hesitant, because he feels like their friendship has only just started recovering a little from the last time they fucked and that was a decade ago. Jake counters and says that if they've done it once and managed it'll just get easier. Practice and all that, right?
Bradley agrees and then Jake proceeds to blow his back out seven ways to Sunday and Bradley is suddenly in the BEST MOOD. Everyone notices. Bradley isn't just pretending to be in a good mood, he IS in a fantastic mood. Natasha is suspicious. Jake pleads the 5th.
Then he's picked for the mission and he thinks Jake is going to be mad at him, but instead Jake is dropping to his knees and sucking him off, fast and urgent. Jake doesn't say anything but Bradley feels like there are unsaid words now. Bradley's going to talk to Mav and sort that out, he and Jake are managing to still be friends and he's happy about that.
After they get back, all safe and sound, Jake pins him to the bed and rides him, Bradley just has to lie there and take it. Again feels like there is a whole conversation being had in the silence between them. Kind of imagining Jake crying and breaking down, finally feeling like he can. And Bradley is shook, because he didn't realise Jake cared about him this much or this deeply.
In which Jake and Bradley fall into a relationship together and keep being in a relationship because they both refuse to talk about it.
A 'they're totally dating, know that they're together, they're just not sure how, when or why that changed'...
PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE
PART SIX
             The shaking in the bed wakes him up and he thinks for a second that itâs an earthquake, however he quickly realises that itâs Hangman, not quite thrashing in his sleep, but he is trembling. Bradley reaches out, hand hovering for a few seconds before he lets it settle on Hangmanâs arm. The shaking immediately lessens and he wonders briefly if itâs because Hangman is cold, but it canât be, he can feel Hangmanâs body heat under his palm. While heâs trying to figure it out he feels Hangman suddenly go still, body relaxing completely and then thereâs a grunt followed by a soft snore and he blinks. Hangman is fast asleep. Okay then. He falls back to sleep himself easily.
             He wakes up again, freezing, realising that Hangman has somehow stolen all the blanket and wrapped himself in them like a burrito. He grumbles under his breath as he tugs the sheet and blanket free, pulls them back over himself, glad for the residual warmth on them from Hangmanâs body. Hangman makes similar sounding sleeping noises and stays asleep and Bradley is impressed because he would have thought Hangman would feel weird sharing a bed with him.
             A sharp kick to his shin wakes him up for a third time and he jolts awake, because surely Hangman is awake this time. But no, heâs still fast asleep and Bradley shoves him a little, back toward the other side of the bed, because heâs definitely migrated toward Bradleyâs side. He still doesnât wake up and Bradley finds himself envious of his ability to apparently sleep through anything. Bradley wakes at the drop of a hat unless heâs sick or physically wrung out. The only silver lining right now is the fact he knows heâs actually getting better, his body no longer keeping him asleep to heal. He falls back to sleep after a few minutes of listening to Hangman snuffle.
             Weak light is creeping around the edge of the curtains when he wakes to Hangman clinging to him. More than just clinging, heâs got an arm and a leg thrown over Bradleyâs body and his cock is hard and pressed into Bradleyâs hip. Hangman is rocking ever so minutely against him and itâs kind of soothing in its own way. His own body is reminding him he ejected from a plane and crashed less than a week ago, and he knows he still has weeks of feeling achy ahead of him. The painkillers are good, but itâs been over eight hours, closer to ten depending on what time it is. It feels later than usual.
             He lets himself lie there, his own cock getting harder with every minute rolling thrust of Hangmanâs hips against his body. Bradley hasnât jerked off since before the mission, his body too highly wired beforehand and then too tired and hurt after. Right now heâs not feeling too tired despite the broken sleep, and despite the deep painful ache in his body the underlying desire to chase pleasure is there, starting to thrum with more and more urgency.
             Hangman is still asleep and Bradley wonders if heâd be going this slow and soft if he was awake. Guesses heâs going to find out given theyâre in a relationship so sudden heâs still a little confused about how it came about. He shifts a little, wants to better feel the full length of Hangmanâs cock grinding against him, wonders if heâs imagining the small uptick in Hangmanâs breathing getting faster. Then he feels Hangmanâs fingers curl and press a little too hard into his ribs and he canât help the quiet grunt of pain. That, that more than anything is what apparently wakes Hangman up and Bradley immediately feels him shift away.
             âShit. Sorry BradshawâŠâ
             âNo, itâs fine. You donât have to stop.â
             âWhat?â
             âYou, um, can keep goingâŠâ
             âDonât want to accidentally hurt you.â
             He supposes he shouldnât be as surprised by Hangmanâs care as he is, but itâs still a novelty and also makes him feel a blindside by such a well-hidden character trait. Hangman has been so careful with him physically, his actions while asleep not withstanding. He ducks his head down to cover Jakeâs lips with his own, mouth a bit sour but he doesnât care. They kiss, bodies now carefully held apart and he misses the closeness but he can tell Hangman has his hand around his cock, is stroking himself while they make out.
             âLet me watch you?â Bradley suggests, and the noise Hangman makes is half-groan half-gasp, but it is definitely affirmative. âYeah? You like the idea of me watching you jerk off?â
             âWant⊠want your hand on me more,â Hangman mutters, and heâs shoving his pants down and Bradley lets himself take advantage of Hangmanâs hand being busy and brushes the back of his fingers  against the warm length of Jakeâs erection,
             âWell, my hand isnât broken. Come hereâŠâ
             âFuck⊠yeah. Wait. Like this,â Jake says, and he rolls onto his side, away from Bradley before carefully shuffling back to tuck himself against the full length of Bradleyâs body. He can reach around and he does so, finally wrapping his fingers around Hangmanâs cock for the first time.
             âOkay?â
             âSo okayâŠâ
             Bradleyâs own erection is pressed against the curve of Jakeâs ass and heâs glad heâs still wearing his sleeping clothes, although the idea of feeling all of Jakeâs skin pressed against him is a heady one. Itâs impossible to think of him as Hangman when heâs like this, warm and pliant and now naked in Bradleyâs bed. This is Jake making little punched out groans as Bradley strokes him, Jakeâs body twitching and jerking against him and he nuzzles into the curve of Jakeâs neck, kisses and licks the skin there. Hears the low moan and feels the vibration of it against his mouth.
             âSound so prettyâŠâ Bradley whispers into his neck, lets his teeth graze over the skin and moves his hand faster. He assumes Hangman would have said something if he wanted lube, demanded it. Bradley prefers it without, likes to be able to feel the shift of skin and the rougher friction. Jake isnât cut so the movement of his foreskin up and down is also making the jerking off smoother, and Jakeâs cock is kicking in his hand and Bradleyâs hand is suddenly much more wet with Jakeâs come, his body jerking and shuddering against his and Bradley hums, murmurs quiet reassurances and praise under his breath.
             âLie back babyâŠâ
             âUhâŠâ Bradley starts, and the wicked amused flash of Jakeâs eyes make him want to kick him, but Jake is licking his lips and Bradley suddenly realises what heâs thinking of doing and heâd be an idiot to turn that down. He can bitch about Jake later.
             âGonna make you feel so goodâŠâ
             He watches as Hangman, no, Jake, shifts backward down the bed, down Bradleyâs body, placing light kisses on the skin as he carefully pulls Bradleyâs sleep pants down, making sure they donât catch on his jutting cock. Jake doesnât bother taking his pants all the way off. Then the slick wet heat of Hangmanâs mouth is on his cock and he entire body jerks at the almost overwhelming sensation and he grunts a little at the associated pain in his ribs.
             âSorry sorry, nice and slowâŠâ
             Bradley doesnât know if slow is going to be better. The hard and fast would bring it to a finish quickly, or whether Jake dragging it out will be a different type of agony. Regardless he doesnât muck about, his mouth and hands handling his cock and balls with a level of confidence that definitely screams Hangman. Part of him wants Jake plastered to him, pressing him down into the bed and holding him in place, while the other part of him is so incredibly grateful that Jake is being so careful of his injuries.
             âThis okay?â
             âDonât fucking teaseâŠâ Bradley snaps, fingers clenching into the sheets, not giving into the desire to curl them into Jakeâs hair and pull no matter how much he wants.
             âNot a tease sweetheart, just wanna take care of you.â
             âFuck JakeâŠâ
             âMmm,â Jake hums, going back to sucking him, occasionally coming off to suck and lick at his balls and he feels lightheaded, glad heâs lying down already, his body feeling shaky with desire and the building need to come. Jakeâs is making him sloppy and heâs starting to burn up from the inside with the need to come, muscles in his stomach jumping erratically, causing switching pain-pleasure to flare through him.
             âGod I wish I wasnât hurt⊠want you to fuck me. Close Jake, fuck⊠so closeâŠâ
             Then heâs coming and Jake is still sucking, like he doesnât need to breathe, swallowing; and Bradley hysterically wonders what his lung capacity is like, his brain offering nothing more than white hot pleasure before heâs back to wincing a little at the pain and over sensitivity. Jake seems to notice, pulls off gently, kisses the head of his dick softly. Tender.
             âWish you werenât hurt either,â Jake says, voice rough, kissing one of Bradleyâs thighs and then hauling himself up to lie beside Bradley, close again but still not touching. He makes grabby fingers for the blankets, and Jake huffs, but reaches for them and pulls them up haphazardly to cover them both.
             âSo you could fuck me?â Bradley asks, hopefully teasing. Playful.
             âDonât want you hurt at all. The sex is a bonusâŠâ
             The sincerity is unmistakable and he canât help the little smile, and it gets bigger when Jake ducks forward to press a kiss to his lips.
Thinking about how Bradley and Jake are BOTH the masculine manly man đȘ AND the damsel in distress đ , it just depends on the current situation which one is which:
If thereâs a bug in the house, Bradley handles it swiftly, heroically, and proficiently (while Jake dances a panicked jig on a table pointing and shrieking at it).
If the Bronco needs an oil change, Jake is laying under it with a flashlight in his mouth mumbling for Bradley to hand him the wrench. âNo, no hon, thatâs not a wrench. The long shiny thing with the C shape on the end. Yep, thatâs the one.â
Jakeâs mouth gets him into trouble, but heâs absolutely not a fighter. When the big drunk guys at the Hard Deck get tired of his snarky yapping and square up with him, Bradley quietly slides between them with a look. 95% of the time the drunk guys are intimidated enough to back down, but the 5% of the time fists are swung, Rooster lays them out quick.
Jake âIâm almost done with the back porch I just need to make sure the joists are level and then I gotta measure and cut the rest of deck boards, but I donât like the flat cutoff so Iâm gonna lay them at an angle and just made the porch a little biggerâ Seresin
Bradley ââŠare you telling me those little lines without numbers on the measuring tape actually mean something??â Bradshaw
Jake sets the stove ablaze trying to fry an egg. Bradley swoops in (before Jake panic-throws his coffee on it) with the fire blanket that he bought for just such an occasion and smothers the fire while Jake frantically tries to fan the smoke away from the blaring smoke alarm.
Jake and Bradley both foam at the mouth witnessing the competency of their Big Strong Man in his element. đ„°
Bonus:
âGot it!â
Bradley and Jake, peaking hesitantly into the garage: ââŠare you sure??â
Natasha: âguys, itâs a bat not a fucking pterodactyl.â
(Yes! Again! Just like birthdays they keep rolling around! đ€Ł)
Back to Wednesdays of just sharing a snippet - saving the Q&A for the last Wednesday of the month, which will also come around much too fast. đđđ Have a wonderful week! Also, I am on holiday this week and next, so if you haven't already put something in for What to Write Whirlwind and want to, hit me up.
             âLet me watch you?â Bradley suggests, and the noise Hangman makes is half-groan half-gasp, but it is definitely affirmative. âYeah? You like the idea of me watching you jerk off?â
             âWant⊠want your hand on me more,â Hangman mutters, and heâs shoving his pants down and Bradley lets himself take advantage of Hangmanâs hands being busy and brushes the back of his fingers against the warm length of Jakeâs erection.
             âWell, my hand isnât broken. Come hereâŠâ
             âFuck⊠yeah. Wait. Like this,â Jake says, and he rolls onto his side, away from Bradley before carefully shuffling back to tuck himself against the full length of Bradleyâs body. He can reach around and he does so, finally wrapping his fingers around Hangmanâs cock for the first time.
On the soulmate train again but with a touch (bucket) of angst
Bradley has a dream one night, one that feels different from the other, generic shit he dreams randomly. This one is different because there's someone here.
Someone he has never met before.
"Hello?" He asks, standing a few feet away and not wanting to get closer. It's dark in this room, and chilly, with a rough floor below his feet.
No answer.
Bradley steps a little closer and raises his voice, asking again, "who are you?"
The personâa man, now that he can make outâshuffles slightly and turns, face still mostly hidden by shadows.
"You're not real." His voice is scratchy, hoarse like he hasn't spoken in awhile.
Or like he's been yelling. A lot.
Bradley frowns, stepping closer. "This is a dream, right?" He extends his hand, memories of stuff he'd looked up online when he was younger resurfacing. His parents were soulmates, dream sharing. He'd wanted to be exactly like them.
But not like this.
Before he gets too close the man flinches and backs away, pressing tight against the wall. "Don't â please."
Before Bradley can ask what he's begging for he startles awake and comes to in his base housing, sweat dampening his brow and heart racing. "What the fuck."
The dreams keep happening.
Sometimes, they're somewhere differentâBradleys' parents house back in San Diego, a farm in what looks like rural Texas, North island base housingâbut most of the time they are here.
The room is made of cement and has no windows. Bradley only knows that because one of their dreams the light was on for once. But mostly its dark.
He doesn't know the name of the man, but he knows him. They talk about everything besides who they are and where they are, and Bradley knows without a doubt that his soulmate is in danger.
He tries to look for him in his waking hours, but it's difficult. More so when he gets deployed to a carrier and can't access the internet as easily.
This goes on for months.
He doesn't know who to tell. Who would even believe him? Hey, so I'm dreaming of this guy whose possibly being held captive? Maybe help me find him? But I don't know his name or age or anything.
Then, one day he's called to Lemoore, and as he's walking the halls he spots a wall of pictures. He mostly ignores theseâhe's used to seeing photos of the lost, a distant part of him always grieving for his father's photo back in NASâbut one of them makes him halt in his steps.
Upon closer inspection, he almost passes out from surprise when he comes face to face with his soulmate.
LT Jake "Hangman" Seresin.
Bradley calls Mav and finally tells him the truth, tells him about the dreams and the worries and the picture. Mav helps him find out more information (with Ice's help, of course) and together they find out what they can.
Jake, pilot, was shot down in enemy territory a year prior. No recovery. They assumed he was KIA, but according to what Ice found, they hadn't been able to find a body or even his tags, so technically he's MIA.
Bradley knows without a doubt that Jake is still alive.
The next time he dreams of Jake, he calls him by his name.
Jake looks stricken. "You found me?"
Bradley feels tears well up. "Not yet, baby. But we will. I will. I promise."
It takes another few weeks. There was a lot of red tape on Ice's end, and Mav cutting corners to ignore said red tape. They finally figure out where, exactly, Jake's plane went down, and then, somehow, Mav gets them an extraction team that is willing to drop into enemy territory to go and find Jake.
Bradley's tasked with finding out any defining details of the placeâland markers and building schematics, anything. Jake is more reserved in those dreams, staying in the corner with his knees to his chest and head down. He answers questions readily but avoids touching Bradley unless it's to try and convince him to just let this whole thing go.
"I can't. I won't. You deserve to be safe. You deserve to come home. I'm going to give that to you." He promises.
Jake just stares. "Or risk dying to try."
They arrive at the compound just as night falls a week later. Bradley had demanded (pleaded, begged, bargaining with anything and anyone) until he was allowed on the ground. He needed to be there. Jake needed him there.
There were few people around, half a dozen if that, most surrendered easily. Some didn't. Bradley ignores them all, hyper focused on the tugging sensation pulling him towards the back end of the building.
The door is familiar, the creak and squeal of the hinge as it opens.
And thenâ
There, huddled in the corner but staring, green eyes wide and brimming with tears, was Jake. He looks ashen, cheeks gaunt and hands shaking, but he's alive.
Bradley rushes to him and drops to his knees. "Baby. Hey," he soothes when Jake all but falls into his chest, "I've got you. Shh, relax. Breathe for me, that's it." He rubs a gentle, calming hand up and down the protruding bones of Jake's spine, slow and soft until Jake's breathing calms enough to move him.z
"You found me." Jake rasps, voice thick. "You're real."
It's so much like the first dream and that punches a wounded noise from Bradley's gut, but he holds Jake close and rocks them gently. "Yeah, Jake. I'm here. I'm real. I promised I'd come get you, didn't i?"
"C'mon," he pulls back and helps Jake up on shaky legs, "let's go home."
brought to you by this tiktok and by @shorelinetides suggesting that jake has nipple piercings with Bs instead on the tiny balls on each end of the barbells.
warnings: married hangster (yes. it's a warning.), jake threatens bradley with a knife (it's fiiiiine), very sudden mention of their sexual activities, so ass play mention? but no actual violence or sex. either way, 18+ only, MDNI. i wrote this at midnight in twenty minutes and i will Not be proofreading it, so you get what you get and you're gonna like it
word count: 763, short n sweet
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If it were held in the hands of anyone other than his husband, Bradley might have been more terrified of the kitchen knife tapping against his car window. Donât get him wrongâthereâs still a high likelihood that heâll die the second he rolls down the window, but thatâd be a small price to pay for whatever egregious crime he committed against his husband to make him stomp outside with a kitchen knife at five in the morning.
The Broncoâs old enough that it doesnât have automatic windows. The pane of glass descends comically slowly as Bradley cranks the handle, eyes never leaving the tip of the blade.
His voice is low, placating as he starts.
âBabyââ
âForget something?â
The way Jake twitches the knife is almost enough to have Bradley flinching backwards, but he knows better.
No sudden moves.
He almost whispers it aloud, but thatâd be surefire way to become a shish kebab, and frankly, heâd like to avoid that fate if possible.
Bradley swallows thickly and takes a harder (not closer, definitely not closer) look at the knife and promptly feels his stomach drop.
The knife suddenly feels much more warranted.
Gold glints against silver, and his left hand suddenly feels noticeable bare. He doesnât have to rub his ring finger to confirm what he already knows.
âWhat, suddenly youâre not married anymore?â Jake drawls, head tilted, lazy as all get-out like he isnât holding his lover at knife point. On a Tuesday. At five in the morning.
And maybe Bradley hit his head one too many times as a kid, or at flight school, or while ejecting from his Super Hornet at Mach Fuck after he got blown up, but he doesnât apologize. Doesnât placate the knife-wielding maniac heâs married to, doesnât even try to explain that heâd taken it off in the first place because Jake was begging so sweetly for his fingers last night, and Bradley didnât want to lose the ring in that tight little asshole of his.
Bradleyâs gaze finally leaves the knife, eyebrows raised, suddenly unimpressed with the grand display.
âSweetheart. You leave your ring at home every time we have a sortie planned, and I donât exactly go around waving a meat cleaver in your face at the crack of dawn every time.â
âFirst of all, this is a chefâs knife, you absolute caveman,â Jake scoffs, the knife waving dangerously with each emphatic flick of his wrist. âSecond of all, I have very permanent secondary jewelry for you specifically, and you donât, so itâs not exactly the same, is it, darling?â
Bradleyâs eye twitches. The coffee mug in his cupholder is far too full for him to have this conversation.
âRight, because your nipple piercings are always visible for the whole world to see, arenât they?â
Clearly, it was the wrong thing to say, because Jakeâs grin sharpens, and the knife gets just a little too close for comfort as he takes a step forward.
âBradshawâ
Oh, good, weâre back to last names.
âAre you telling me you want to take my shirt off in front of everyone who flirts with me? Because I donât think theyâll care much about the initials, if they even notice them. I think theyâll take that as a resounding yes to their advances, donât you?â
Bradley doesnât respond right away, his teeth grinding as he tries to ignore the very vivid scenario Jake is painting for him. Jake, of course, takes the opportunity to twist the knife.
âSo, you do want me to flash anyone who hits on me.â
âNo, I want you to wear your god damn ringââ
âAnd thatâs what I want from you,â Jake says, voice suddenly chipper as can be. âSo glad weâre on the same page, darlinâ.â
The way he presents the knife to Bradley leaves no room for further argument, and Bradley silently takes the ring off the tip, letting out a long-suffering sigh as Jake finally, finally lowers the damn thing.
Jake leans through the open window, kissing Bradley with a little too much teeth to be considered an innocent goodbye kiss.
Just as Bradley lets himself give in to the kiss, Jake pulls away, lips sharpened into a grin.
âHave a good day at work, baby.â
Bradley watches as Jake turns and walks back into their house, gait cool and relaxed like itâs just a regular Tuesday. A soft laugh puffs out of him, and he shakes his head, looking down as he slides the ring back into place.
âFuckinâ piece of work,â he mutters, disgustingly fond.
