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kryptonitejelly · 11 months
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This is Jake’s kid government naming him!
https://www.instagram.com/reel/CsjoXIgpDC3/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
It is!!! (context)
Disclaimer - Please don’t come for me on accuracy on institutional workings. This is just for fun and fiction
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It is truly a sight to behold, Commander Jake Seresin striding into base with a mini version of him nestled in the crook of his arm. They have the same green eyes, but her hair is slightly darker than his is. His expression is same as always, indifferent but tinged with just that bit of smugness. His uniform is as it always is - crisp, fitted, well pressed, and it stands in stark contrast to the clash of colours the child in his arms has donned, all complete with a tiny tiara adorning the top of her head.
The unlikely duo attract stares, as they make their way towards the main building, the sound of the non stop babbling of the little girl in Jake’s arm eliciting smiles and a number of chuckles from those that pass.
“Well what do we have here?” The distinct voice has Jake’s daughter twisting on his arms, her head whipping around excitedly as she tries to find the owner of the familiar voice.
“Uncle Braaaaaaaaaaadley” the little voice yells out as she flails around, legs scrambling to be let down to the ground. Jake obliges, bending at the waist to place her down. She’s off running the moment her sneakers hit the ground, body hurtling towards Bradley who catches her with the familiar ease of someone who was clearly a father himself.
“Hi princess,” he says, tapping her tiara lightly as she responds with a giggle, tiny hands slinging themselves around his neck. Jake sighs, clicking his tongue against his teeth as he watches. It had been years since he and Bradley stopped making a dig for each others throats, but that didn’t mean that Jake didn’t feel the slightest bit of chagrin at the fact that his youngest’s favourite was “Uncle Bradley”.
He watches Bradley turn his head to mutter something in hushed tones in his daughter’s ear, and Jake knows, knows the moment her eyes light up in glee as they both look to him - deep brown irises and greens as piercing as his own.
“Don-” he starts, only to be caught off by a small but thunderous yell.
“JAKE,” he watches his daughter yell at the top of her lungs as Bradley howls with laughter.
“BRADSHAW.” Jake was going to kill him.
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atomic-chronoscaph · 10 months
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1960s Television Tie-In Board Games
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pilvimarja · 6 months
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wade-winston-wilson · 1 month
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(After a mission they were not supposed to go on, to help Maverick, the Daggers all need to give depositions - but they still need to find Maverick, as do the 86'ers) Rooster:...You know what, I can also get Hangman to come back here to help us look. He's on his way to be questioned by Special Prosecutor Rogers. I mean, we're all scheduled to give our depositions today, but I could just say that it's an emergency. Slider: No, the last thing you want to do is alert them to something being up...As a matter of fact, the longer Lieutenant Seresin can keep Rogers occupied, the better. You think he can stall them? (The Daggers all go silent and stare at each other) Rooster(trying to hold back a smile):...That won't be a problem. Phoenix(sighs): Unleash the beast. Rooster(getting out his phone): Unleashing...
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unlawfulchaos · 11 months
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Bradley, on the phone: Hey Uncle Sli! I just used your prank on Ice, he's never gonna guess who did it-
Ice, from the other side of the house: BRADLEY, I KNOW THIS WAS YOU!
Bradley, yelling back: UNCLE SLIDER APPROVED IT! IT WAS HIS IDEA!
Ice: I AM COUNTING TO TEN.
Bradley: Shit, he started counting, I gotta go, Uncle Sli. It was worth it!
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pollyna · 7 months
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au in which one of the first nights out between Nat and Bradley goes down with three beers and a run down the memory lane of their respective coming outs.
"My parents where- I don't know, I had to tell them I was lesbian a bunch of times but they still ask me when I'm going to take a nice boy home every other week, even if my mom swears it's not a problem for her." Nat scruffs, chewing on a peanuts like it personally did something to offend her. He puts an arm around her shoulder, squeezing lightly and letting her cuddle a little against his shoulder.
"What's your sob story then, Bradshaw?"
"My story is terrible and full of dad jokes. I sat down over the dinner table. They were talking about jets and specs when I put the fork down, and I said, "I think - I mean, I know I'm bi" and the moment the words left my mouth they both stopped and went "Hi Bi, I'm dad"! In the same moment. I was so embarrassed, so embarrassed by them Nat, I left the table and got out the house because I couldn't believe what they just said."
Nat is laughing with him, head against his shoulder and he realises he just announced to the world he has two dads and Earth didn't changed its shape and Nat didn't walk away.
"And if you think that was funny, let me tell you how my uncles reacted to it because that's a whole another matter -"
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thatsrightice · 5 months
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Accidentally stumbled upon this… I want it
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xivdl · 2 years
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mav and young roo, 1998
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couldn't stop thinking abt this pic so I drew it
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iceman-maverick · 25 days
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"uncle mav + bradley over the years" fic
unmoored
Maverick, drifting in and out of his life. That’s what Bradley remembers most.
(Bradley and Maverick, in ten parts)
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my submission for the Insert Title Here 2024 collection :)
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kryptonitejelly · 2 years
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also dad!rooster content because i have no bloody self control right after doing jake and hotch - inspired by this
(tw: talking about kids and getting pregnant)
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You sidle up to Bradley, hands behind your back, a tiny smile playing on your features. He looks over the small head peeking out of the baby carrier strapped onto his chest, your niece that you both are babysitting for the day, asleep in the carrier against his chest. You had offered to wear the carrier on yourself, but Bradley was having none of that.
“You look,” he pauses, “happy.”
“I found something,” you say, “close your eyes.”
You see suspicion on Bradley’s face, but he closes his eyes anyway.
“Okay, open them.”
Bradley opens his eyes to see you holding a small, baby sized Hawaiian print shirt in your hands, one that had matching prints to his favourite shirt at home. His eyes brighten.
“Is that for her?” He gestures down to the sleeping baby against his chest, hands absently rubbing against the back of the carrier in a soothing motion.
“I was thinking it could be for ours,” you say, and Bradley’s eyes widen, going as large as saucers.
“Are you?” The words tumble from his mouth, as he gapes at you. “Are you saying you want to start trying?”
“Yes,” you confirm, and Bradley tugs you to a side, his hand gripping yours in his as he kisses you in the middle of the store, careful not to bump the baby strapped to his chest.
“Buy the tiny shirt, we’ll start working on it tonight,” he murmurs in your ear before he pulls away.
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oh-surprise-its-me · 7 months
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I watched some rodeos today so that means I desperately need to write about 20 year old non pilot Jake being a cowboy and terrifying his New York dads. (Here’s prequel to this fic)
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Chris, David, Wolfman and Lucas are all up on the fences watching. They all are used to this kind of thing. Oh the joys of growing up in Texas.
Tom, Ron, and Hollywood are in the stands. They all keep flinching when people get tossed. Tom’s nails are digging into Ron’s arm. He gasps every time someone lands wrong. He can’t believe they let their kid do this.
They’re in Vegas. All things considered a fun trip. They all took vacation time for this. Promised that if Jake used his fake ID they won’t call him on it. This is the final day of four for the rodeo.
Jake’s good. Too good. Ron can’t stand to watch him most days. Terrified that their kid is going to slam his head and not get back up.
Lucas promises him that he’ll be over the fence first before anyone else can be. Ron supposes an ER nurse is better then the paramedics they’ve got on ground.
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Jake is hopping in place. He can feel the energy of the stadium, he watches them put the bull in the corral, Hell Maker is his name. Jake slides his helmet on and climbs the fence. He settles on the bull.
He hears the announcer.
“And now. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin. He’s one of the best twenty year olds competing he’s got a real chance at winning this Frank.”
“You’re so right Shawn. His father rode in Texas circles, Chris Seresin is in the crowd tonight. We’ll remind y’all listeners that the Seresins have a long history in riding rodeo.”
Jake shakes off the nerves. He knows he’s best. He can make it twelve seconds. Has to.
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As he’s flying through the air it’s in slow motion. He made it nineteen seconds. He beat the records in place. Jake is going to make his dads buy him so many drinks tonight.
He slams into the ground. He tucks and rolls. He leaps up and takes off for the siding. Makes it over right at the bull slams into the wall.
Suddenly Jake is being held in the air. He shrieks, David and Wolf have him on their shoulders. Chris and Lucas are standing grinning up at him. Chris opens his arms and Jake jumps down and into them.
“Baby you did so good. I’m so proud of you.”
Jake sees his pa and tata make their way over to him. He’s surrounded by everyone suddenly. He’s so overwhelmed. He has to blurt it out now or he’s going to explode.
“I think this is going to be the last pro competition I do. Gonna go to med school.” They all stare at him for a second. “I’m not going to stop riding. Just no more getting thrown off intentionally.”
Ron is the first to react. “Chickie thank god.” He scoops Jake into a hug. Tom hugs him from the side. Chris plucks the hat off Jake’s head and kisses his hair.
He’s then passed to all of his uncles. Lucas looks like he might cry. He holds Jake’s face for a second. “You’ll be incredible.” Jake grins at him. “Wanna be a nurse like you. Help people.” Lucas lets the tears go down his face now. David loops his arm around his neck.
Jake is grabbed by Hollywood and Wolfman, Holly is grinning at him. He passes over two hundred bucks. “What the fuck?” Wolf blushes. “We made a bet on which career you’d follow. Decided you’d get the money no matter what happened.” Jake laughs. He grabs the two of them into a hug.
A photographer comes over and asks to take a photo of Jake with his dad. Chris smiles and agrees. Women still practically faint for him at points. Ron and Tom smile at the two of them. Jake is every bit his dads son.
Jake ends up getting a trophy. He’s proud of it but is even more proud of the money he wins at slots two nights later. All of them insist he cheated. He didn’t he’s just lucky.
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In his thirty’s he talks Bradley into going to the rodeo, Bradley thinks it’s insane that Jake’s dads let him do this. Jake points out Mav and Goose had Bradley up in planes when he was definitely too young.
Bradley leans over while they watch the kids rodeo, “our kids are never doing this.” Jake stares at him. They’ve barely talking marriage. Fuck, Jake wants kids with Bradley. He flushes, “okay. They’re learning how to ride horses though.” Bradley nods. He presses a kiss to Jake’s head. “Anything you want sweetheart.”
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pilvimarja · 8 months
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photos in ice's study; pete 'maverick' mitchell, summer 89'
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minilpark · 2 years
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incorrect topgun: maverick quotes pt. 273
-ice teaching rooster to drive and taking mav along for the ride-
ice: that's a pothole. to the left!
rooster: take it back now y'all *drives into pothole*
mav, sticking their face into the front over the center console: cha cha real smooth.
rooster: i don't think that's how the song goes.
ice, crying and gripping the handle: please just take me home.
rooster: country roads.
mav: to the place.
rooster and mav in unison: i belong!
ice, crying harder: what the fuck-
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Hangman(in bed with Rooster):...This time, I really do need to go. Rooster: That's disappointing. Just five more minutes? Hangman(smirks): I know your "five minutes", Bradshaw...
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