If Mav and Bradley made up before TG:M — how badly do you think Mav would tease Bradley about Hangman?
(timeline being: pulled papers - Jake/Bradley dating then breaking up - Bradley at Top Gun/Ice's diagnosis - Mav and Bradley making up for Ice's sake - Mav finding out about Jake - TG:M happening)
At the Hard Deck, Mav and Bradley are supposed to meet up, but Mav still hears the whole Bradley/Jake exchange and teases him miserably at home. You look good? Really, Bradley?
And then the next day, on the tarmac. Not the type I'd take you for, but I can see the appeal. And then, Dad, stop.
And then he keeps on pairing them up for training. You know, like a teacher who knows two of his students have crushes on each other but one of those students is his son.
And then on the beach. Do you need to borrow my sunglasses, Bradley? Do you want a tissue for that drool? Should I call you an ambulance for the heatstroke you're having? Is that sunburn or are you blushing? And a very embarrassed, you took this training to the beach on purpose, Mav.
(Meanwhile Jake is just really confused why the heck Bradley knows that old timer so well and why they're so close...)
Something about Rooster admiring so much his parents relationship and aspiring to have a love so beautiful as theirs, sweet and romantic and truly a fairy tale that would warm his heart forever
And ending up with the asshole who can't be nice to save his own live, that chews on a toothpick 24/7 and makes his life a living hell for the fun of it while looking so smug NARCISSUS HIMSELF would be jealous
He wanted a love like his parents had, and he got it! Unfortunately he had 2 set of parents and the love he ended up having was similar to the WRONG ONE
Hangster are rivals to friends to lovers to exes to enemies to fiancés to me. I feel this in my bones.
I think a lot about Jake and Bradley unconsciously parroting Carole and Goose's relationship.
I think about them calling each other "honey" often. About Jake flirting, calling Rooster a stud. About Jake sitting in Bradley's lap while he screeches over the piano keys, the other daggers surrounding them with love and laughter. I think about Jake leaning over Bradley to face Nat and telling her, "So. Rooster told me about you and Bob-o, Trace. Hell of an improvement from the last asshole you dated." Only for Rooster to SQUEAK beside him, nuzzling Jake's cheek with a frantic, "Baby, I did not--" "Yes you did." "That was supposed to be a secret, honey!"
Like yes, they're often compared to Icemav, and it's true--SO true, but I also like to think that when Icemav are together, Mav also takes inspiration from Carole and Goose on how to be a partner.
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something something Jake thrives in chaos but craves peace, something something Bradley thrives in peace but craves chaos
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“You used to hate this part.”
Bradley’s voice is soft. Pitched low enough that his words are more rasp than velvet, more of a scratch than a balm, but Jake still feels warmed through.
He cracks an eye open slowly as Bradley’s words hang in the air, shifting a little against Bradley’s side as he forces himself back to awake instead of dozing.
“What part?” Jake asks, arm wrapping tighter around Bradley’s waist.
He hikes his leg up higher over Bradley’s thighs and yawns, wincing when the movement reminds him how they’ve spent the afternoon.
“This,” Bradley murmurs. “Just — bein’ together.”
Jake snorts. “You mean the afterglow? M’pretty sure I love this part, sore ass be damned.”
“No,” Bradley mutters fondly. Jake can’t see it happening, but he knows Bradley is rolling his eyes. “Bein’ sore is your fault, by the way. I told you I shoulda gone slower.”
“I haven’t been home for eight weeks and you picked me up wearin’ my cologne,” Jake huffs, stifling a yawn. “I didn’t want slow, I wanted you in me.”
“Romantic.”
“Bite me.”
Bradley laughs quietly, his hand moving over Jake’s arm until he’s able to press his finger against a brand new bruise forming on Jake’s shoulder. “I did, remember?”
Jake twists one of Bradley’s nipples in retaliation. “What part, then?” he asks again, brushing a kiss against Bradley’s collarbone.
Bradley settles at the kiss to his skin, running his fingers up and down the length of Jake’s arm as he answers, “The — after afterglow, I guess. You used to hate the quiet, y’know?”
Jake swallows, closing his eyes. “I still do,” he admits. “Anywhere else, I hate it. It fuckin’ makes my skin crawl.”
Bradley tilts his head so his lips brush against Jake’s forehead as he whispers, “But here’s different?”
“You know it is,” Jake whispers back. Then, teasingly — “There’s no place like home.”
“Mm, you mean back in your house or back to using my chest as a pillow?”
“Our house,” Jake replies, pressing in closer. “And yes.”