#sereshaw fluff

Nox getting ideas in the shower for some bizarre reason.

I think this comes from the sudden influx on my fyp of cute lil’ baby videos but stick with me here okay.

I’m not taking this where you think I am.

So, based on the film, we all have a general consensus that Jake and Javy are pretty close right?

So like, stick with me here, imagine for a second that Javy has a kid. Maybe he’s going solo or he’s splitting with kiddos mom, point is, he’s sometimes got his baby on his own right?

And with as close as Javy and Jake are (in theory), I feel like Javy would allow Jake to have a fairly significant role in his kids life.

And it drives Bradley absolutely insane seeing Jake be “Uncle Jake” and just… thrive in that position.

Picture it, Bradley somehow ends up out with them and the way kiddo begs to sit in between Jake and Javy while they’re out for breakfast.

The way Jake leans over while kiddo is coloring and absolutely plays up his reaction to the scribbles on the kids menu, insisting it’s “some of the best damn artwork Uncle Jake’s ever damn well seen I’ll tell you that.”

And the way he negotiates? “Listen squirt, you eat three more big bites of pancake, uncle jake’ll buy you a toy.”

And Javy tries to scold him but Jake is all “Bro, I’m uncle Jake. I do what I want.”

It drives Bradley insane because Hangman should NOT be this good with kids and yet he is. Because what do you mean the same pilot who leaves his wingman behind is now carrying a small child on his back and neighing like a horse? That’s— that’s not right. Hangman is supposed to be a raging asshat, dickstick supreme.

But instead he’s singing along to whatever song kiddo insisted on having played while in the car.

And why the fuck is Jake grinning as a 4 year old takes him out in arm wrestling contest or letting them out swing him at the park??

Hangman’s a dick.

Hangman is an asshole who doesn’t know how to care for others.

So why is he pushing this kid on the swing, laughing, grinning and telling them they can touch the sunshine with their sneakers if they keep pumping their legs like that?

Asshole.

Bradley’s standing there by one of the benches while Javy is sitting there, taking a short break and he’s just like:

“Is Jake Always like this with them?”

and Javy scoffs and answers “yeah…he’s good isn’t he?”

And for all that’s fucking good….yeah.

He is good.

After the park, Jake keeps his promise from breakfast and gets kiddo a toy…two actually because they “couldn’t choose…”

And he knelt down and said “Y’know what…? Uncle Jake thinks you deserve….TWO toys…how’s that sound?”

And it doesn’t matter that Javy has this look of “please god stop encouraging this.” on his face, Jake lets kiddo get two….okay maybe three toys, but one was literally a squishy ball and that CAN’T count.

And Bradley watches, the end of their day out the way Jake slides out the back seat, because yes, he wanted to sit next to kiddo all day.

Jake rounds the car and goes to kiddos side for hugs…and it just—

It painted Jake in a whole new light for Bradley.

Maybe he isn’t such a jerk afterall.

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Here's a little sneak peak of some new hangster fluff I can't wait to finish writing:

In the following weeks, Jake found out that Bradley had become quite a good cook and Jake couldn't hold back tears when Bradley told him that he had actually never given up on learning how to cook just because of him, building on what Jake had taught him during the few weeks of their first relationship.   Still stirred by the emotions of all these past memories, Jake reaches the door of their condo. Already now, he can hear music playing from the inside. A good sign in his hopes that Bradley has already started to prepare dinner. There's basically always music playing when Bradley is at home, that is unless they're watching TV or Bradley is playing piano himself, of course. What is surprising, not to say utterly confusing, is that the sound Jake hears coming through the still closed door is undeniably country music. If there's one genre of music that Bradley isn't shy to denounce it's country music. He has told Jake probably a zillion times since they've known each other that there's nothing he hates more than this type of music. He's exaggerating, of course, and they both know that there definitely are things he hates more than country music, olives for example, but that doesn't change the fact that Bradley doesn't like country music at all - or at least that's what Jake has thought until now. 

worry-wart jake is cute imo

Jake was trying not to let it bother him. He really was. Trying his damnedest, truth be told. There was an itch scratching at the inside of his brain, an uncomfortable one. It was an itch that was telling him to text Bradley, ask where the fuck are you, B? But that would be clingy Jake thought. Not like he really cared. 

He did but didn’t. 

He cared about Bradley’s well being, not about if Bradley thought he was clingy. Which Bradley's well being was currently on the front of his mind. Being propped up by this stupid fucking itch, that he would never be able to reach. 

Fuck it, Jake thought as he searched the apartment for his phone. He found it in the bedroom, on the wireless charger Bradley had got him for Christmas. Jake sent a silent thank you to Bradley for it, cause he would have pulled the charger out of the wall if it was attached to his phone. There was no new notification from Bradley, not even one from Nat about Bradley’s location. 

“Where the fuck are you, asshole.” Jake spoke as he typed out the text, replacing the word asshole with bird-brain instead. He didn’t want to be too aggressive. 

They weren’t the couple that was up each other’s asses. They didn’t text every hour of every day. It’s not like they really had time to with their job. They enjoyed having their space, spending quality time when in the presence of one another. But Bradley was currently late. Really fucking late. 

Jake’s pointer finger tapped incessantly against the back of his phone. He was staring, waiting for the sent mark to change to delivered. It didn’t. Jake tossed his phone on the bed, deciding that he was done worrying. If Bradley didn’t want to come home tonight, then fuck him. 

Soft footsteps were all that filled the apartment, Jake heading towards the front door. Worry had now turned into annoyance, annoyance that was telling him to lock the door. Yeah, Bradley obviously had a key to the apartment but at least now he would have to unlock the door when he came home. That’s how Jake always told him he was mad, a locked door when he came home. Jake went to reach for the door handle, only for it to meet him halfway. 

It scared Jake, him stepping back as the door opened. Bradley scooted around the door, closing it then turning to Jake. He gave Jake a big smile and a small wave. Jake flared his nostrils, not reciprocating the pleasantries. 

“Hey.” Bradley said. He walked over to press a kiss to Jake’s cheek, resting his hands on Jake’s hips. 

“Where were you?” Jake asked. 

“Last minute paperwork. Kind of put it off until I couldn’t anymore.” Bradley chuckled, trying to break the tension. 

“No text though?” Jake leaned back. 

“I’m sorry, I should have but my phone died. I forgot to charge it last night.” Bradley had an honest look to him. One Jake couldn’t be mad at. 

“Fine, but you owe me.” Jake leaned in and kissed Bradley hard. 

Stg I’ll be a good noodle and go back to Animal Shelter once I get this out of my head.

Top Gun: Maverick but it’s an Elementary school and they’re like — teachers.

Obviously, other teachers exist but I’m specifically fixating on “The big 7.”

- Mr.Floyd is the kindergarten teacher all the parents hope their kids get for the year. He’s got the sweetest classroom, the nicest demeanor and is so patient and good with the kids. He somehow manages to balance both fun and learning in his classroom and leaves kids wanting to go to school.

- Don’t ask me about a first grade teacher, I dunno. This is being spit balled not throughly thought out.

- Mr.Bradshaw is the second grade teacher everyone talks about— like everyone. He’s the kind of teacher who isn’t going to snap at the kids but instead just sit in his desk chair and wait all “….Thats cool, you guys talk. I’ll just sit here and stare at the wall…” until they’re quiet so he can teach. Parents know he’s the one who yes, pushes learning and reading but also acknowledges they’re KIDS!! sometimes they need to be kids.

He’s definitely the teacher doing the absolute most come polar express day. He’s the one giving pizza parties before the end of each quarter for the kids just to reward them for making it and he loves them so much and is so proud of them each quarter.

- Mr.Fitch is the one parents want their kid going to in third grade. They say he’s so much like Mr.Bradshaw and he makes that transition from second grade to third grade really really easy on the kids. He’s got a very hands on teaching style and his whole thing when they’re being rowdy is just “You know, i get paid by the hour so if yall just wanna keep talkin’, go right ahead. But you’re gonna be real upset when test season rolls around.”

- Idk anything about fourth grade teachers, if you have a desire to expand, feel free lmao.

- Oh Gosh. The teacher kids are first intimidated by only to realize he’s really just this giant dude with a softie heart. Mr. Seresin. Parents are intimidated at first by him, but when their kids come home with only the most positive stories? Oh yeah they’re sold. He’s very hands on, very loud in how he teaches but not like— angry loud just passionate loud. He’s always determined to be the best and gets admittedly competitive with other fifth grade classes. He wants his kids to be the best of the best— but he’s not going to shame them if they don’t come out on top?? He’s the kind to acknowledge effort and be like “hey, we may not have won but you all did real good! I’m proud!”

Now, I know you’re sitting there asking about Javy, Mickey and Natasha and to that I say; I haven’t forgotten!!

- Mr.Garcia is THAT ART teacher. The one the kids ADORE!! He’s the one playing music while kids are working, the kind with Star Trek posters he made (within reason) taped up around his classroom. He’s the one who’ll see a kids project and if they’re feeling insecure about it?

“Okay I like it Picasso.”

Yeah like the meme. So the fact K-5 gets a time slot with Mr.Garcia? Oh yeah. He’s the kind who doesn’t like— dress like a teacher because

“I got paint on my fingers half the time! Not gonna ruin nice pants for that!”

(Thank God Principal Kazansky gets it.)

- With nothing but glowing praise and adoration is Miss.Trace she’s the best gym teacher effort. Her field days are legendary, her vibes are immaculate and she never demands perfection, just effort.

She can acknowledge sometimes things aren’t the vibe. Someone showing some anxiety about kicking the ball? she’ll get right up beside them and give them a pep-talk before doing it with them— followed by a high five; regardless of the outcome.

Just “You did that! Good job Kiddo!”

Kids feel safe with her tenfold.

- The other loud, fun and proud teacher kids love? Mr.Machado? The kids love him. He’s the one introducing music to kids real young and instilling a life long interest and love in it. Yes, he knows every word to “You’re welcome” why do you ask? His whole classroom is such a vibe and he is very much a believer of “take a step outside of your comfort zone. If you need help, I gotchu. That’s what I’m here for.”

Also? His preferred method of getting kids to quiet down and pay attention to him?

He has a stuffed Coyote he raises in the air (ha ha) and is like “Hey hey kiddos, Coyote says it’s wayyy too loud in here. You gotta be Like Coyote and be silent. Thank you.”

Oh also, I’m sure you knew that Tom Kazansky is the school principal. Duh. lol.

I’d say Pete Mitchell is Assistant but Husbands working together like that seems…like a bad idea.

A kid walks in all “I punched a kid.”

And Pete’s like “Did he deserve it?”

Cue arm whack from Tom.

See? So Pete’s prooobably either at another school or doing something else…? I dunno, didn’t really account for him when I started yapping about this because my mind INSTANTLY went to Sereshaw so…oops?

But Yes!

Second grade teacher x fifth grade teacher.

they’re in two separate wings of the school yet SOMEHOW they’re always together…how odd no?

- Constantly having lunch together

- Jake loses his stapler at least once a day and has to go allllllll the way across the school to borrow Bradley’s.

- Hallway duty? always together. Bus duty? always together. It doesn’t matter what kind of duty you put these two on; If Mr.Bradshaw and Mr.Seresin are on the same duty you can bet they’re together.

- Kids notice too. Bradley’s kids ask Jake constantly “whyre you always here Mr.Seresin?”

and he gets all flustered like “Uhm— uh— just checking on my favorite second graders!! that’s all!”

- Natasha, Mickey and Reuben have a bet going to see how long they’re gonna play round and round before they just commit to a relationship.

- Bradley did indeed pelt a water balloon at him during field day just because he could— who was gonna stop him?

Jake promptly got him back.

Therefore, I gotta give the people what they want;

♠️ READ ♠️

I suppose you could view this as a heavy prequel to my one shot “You call me a miracle, but all I see is a monster.” It isn’t entirely fixated on the background of how Olivia came into their lives, but it does have sprinkles of such within the Whump.

With that context given, and for those who have read the one shot this’ll hit a little harder; however it’s not necessary to. You can enjoy this little drabble thing without ! Just — idk wanted to clarify.

Anyway!!! Enjoy!

If Jake were honest, he still couldn’t believe they let them leave with her. Something— no, someone so small, pink and perfect was now theirs for the rest of…forever.

A tiny thing, no more than seven pounds of perfect had spent the whole ride home just to his left.

He’d spent the last hour unable to take his eyes off her. She’d slept for the most part, thank God but…to watch her tiny chest rise and fall beneath the buckle and every time she let out a sleepy little squeak or coo, Jakes heart would ping just the smallest bit.

His body already seemingly in tune with hers.

Their little Olivia Rose.

The moment Bradley had tugged the keys from the ignition and turned to look over his shoulder at Jake, it all suddenly became really real.

They were home.

With their little girl.

Jake had just for a moment met Bradley’s gaze, him from the middle seat, Bradley still perched in the drivers.

“You ready?”

Jake wasn’t sure. This would only happen once. He’d only step over the threshold and welcome Olivia Rose home once and truthfully? He wasn’t sure he was ready.

He let his eyes wander to her tiny frame all nestled in the seat, buckled in, safe and sound.

God it was forever now. They were— bringing their little girl home for the very first time.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” Jake responded after what felt like an eternity but had really only been a handful of moments.

Jake reached and popped his own seatbelt, his eyes followed as Bradley slipped from the drivers seat, the florals of his button up fluttering behind him as he rounded the vehicle with purpose.

He was there in an instant, the door pulled open and his lips fixed into a small smile.

Olivia’s little legs stretched and she offered her father’s a big yawn.

Jake shifted over, releasing the seatbelt that held Olivia’s car seat in place. Bradley’s hands guided it back carefully, his voice honey smooth, warm and safe for their little girl.

“Alright Livy girl…Come on,” he whispered, his calloused hands carefully guiding Olivia’s car seat out, being exorbitantly careful not to bang any of it against the door. Bradley carefully shifted forward, making just enough space for Jake to slip out.

His heart thundered in his chest, pounding so loud it was a miracle it hadn’t burst…yet anyway.

His body slid against the fabric and then his boots hit the pavement. He stood straight, wiping his palms against his waist simply because they were sweating so bad.

For just a moment, they stood there. Feet planted on the pavement, Olivia Rose secured in her car seat and supported by her Papas strong arms.

Jake met Bradley’s gaze, the two stalling, dragging this moment out for all it was worth.

“C’mon,” Jake finally mumbled, being the one to take the first step towards the rest of forever.

His steps were measured and gentle yet purposeful, the front door drawing closer and closer. The soft scuff of Bradley followed behind.

The stair whined beneath his boot, yet he let it pass, his fingers fumbled for his pocket.

In one swift motion, Jake retrieved the keys and after just a second of fiddling with them, he’d found it.

Jake stood before the door, his hands reached for the screen door, the seal that’d been formed breaking for the first time in almost a week. With his shoulder, Jake held the screen door open and he carefully pushed the key into the lock, twisting and then he pulled.

This was it.

In just a matter of moments, Olivia Rose Seresin-Bradshaw would be home.

In mere seconds their little girl would cross the threshold of their home and it’d be…

The start of forever.

He wasn’t entirely sure why his eyes were growing glassy, but for just a second, Jake shot a look over his shoulder where Bradley stood behind him. His arms full of a bulking car seat…the one thing that held all six pounds of his world.

“You good?” Bradley asked, a faint smirk settled onto his face.

Jake scoffed but nodded, “Yeah…I’m good,” he responded “I’m real good.”

He turned back, his fingers found the knob and he twisted. He crossed the threshold quick only to turn and press his back against the door to watch with his own eyes.

Bradley was so careful, his left hand supporting the bottom and his right holding the back.

“Alright sweet girl,” Bradley whispered and then it happened;

Bradley Seresin-Bradshaw crossed the threshold and stepped into their home, bringing Olivia Rose with him.

“Welcome home baby girl…”

Jake sniffled, unsure why he himself was crying but…he couldn’t stop.

Because truth be told, Jake had thought the moment he’d heard her first squeaky little cry, everything made sense.

He thought the first moment her little body had curled into his arms, the songs made sense but God—

He’d been so wrong.

It was now.

This moment.

Seeing his husband step into their home, now officially a trio rather than a duo it—

Everything made sense.

Every decision he’d made, had led him to this moment.

Every ounce of pain, of frustration, of fear and anger— had all led Jake here.

And God, he couldn’t be happier.

He watched the way Bradley turned to him, and Jake wasted no time pushing the door, a conforming click followed once it was shut.

Jake stepped forward, his eyes softened as they settled right onto Olivia. Her big ol’ eyes meeting his.

Bradley couldn’t keep a soft, stunned laugh from leaving him.

“Holy shit…Jake,” he whispered, “we brought home a baby.”

Jake shifted his focus and he too, let a soft snicker escape.

“Yeah Roo…we did. We brought our girl home.”

Bradley nodded, carefully pulling the seat closer to him and twisting his neck just slightly to peak at their girl.

“And now it’s for real…set in stone…Olivia’s ours…forever.”

Forever.

It held so much weight; a weight Jake was, truly grateful was his to carry.

Jake nodded, the reality once more washing over him.

This was his.

This man. This little girl. This house. This life.

It was his—

Forever.

Jake took a cautious step forward, his heart on the brink of bursting, he let himself release less than a fraction of that love. His lips gently pressed to Bradley’s cheek.

“it is…and honestly? I couldn’t be happier.”

Bradley beamed, his face flushed a soft pink,only to nod gently toward their living space, the one they’d prepped for this moment.

“C’mon,” he whispered, “let’s go get her settled… ‘m sure she’d be happier in your arms.”

Jake loved how that sounded, and without missing a singular beat, he followed Bradley.

Because their new life was officially beginning.

And he didn’t want to miss a single second.

And scene.

This took like an hour to write lol.

Ur welcome ‼️ I should probably go to bed…will I tho? debatable guys….debatable.

here you are!!! some cute hangster!!!

Bradley wasn’t the best cook, opting more for take out and the occasion burger on the grill. Jake was the person who cooked for them. It was like a silent agreement. Jake cooked and Bradley cleaned up afterwards. Tonight would be different though. Bradley was the one cooking tonight. Not only was he just cooking, he was making Jake’s favorite comfort food. Chicken corn soup with rivels. 

When Jake first mentioned rivels to Bradley, he got confused. Bradley thought they were just dumplings, but Jake insisted they were not. It wasn’t until they took a trip to Jake’s family ranch that he was proved wrong. Rivels were in fact not dumplings. Similar, but not the same. 

Just as Bradley finished the rivels, about to add them into the broth and vegetable mixture, the front door opened. Bradley perked up at the noise, listening to the softer noises that followed. There was a soft huff Jake made when he toed off his shoes. It was a signal for Bradley, letting him know that Jake would be making his way into the kitchen shortly. Bradley grabbed the small bowl of finished rivels, throwing them into the broth just as Jake walked in. 

“My my, what smells so good?” Jake said, exaggerating a big sniff. 

“I’m surprised you don’t recognize it.” Bradley teased, stirring the finished product on the stove top. 

Jake quirked an eyebrow, continuing his way over to the stove. Bradley moved over a little for Jake to look in the pot. Bradley stirred with the wooden spoon, watching as Jake’s face started lighting up. 

“Is this what I think it is?” Jake asked. “Mom’s recipe?” 

“Yeah,” Bradley smiled and nodded, “got it from her the last time we visited.” 

The two of them got bowls, filling them up and heading to the table. Jake discussed work as they ate, talking about his most recent project. Bradley listened happily, taking in the information while keeping an eye on Jake eating. With each bite Jake smiled, silently telling Bradley that he completed the recipe correctly. When they finished, Bradley stood up and grabbed both bowls to take them to the skin. Jake grabbed at the hem of his shirt, stopping him. 

“Hmm?” 

“Thank you. I needed that.” Jake said with a smile. 

A warmth blossomed through Bradley. That was why he made it. Jake had been stressed out due to work. Jake didn’t need to tell Bradley he was stressed. Bradley noticed every extended morning in bed, Jake snoozing his alarm over and over again. The silence when Jake came home, opting to head for the bedroom for ‘just five minutes of quiet time’. 

Some Dads! Hangster for your viewing pleasure!

should be up on ao3 sometime today!

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