#back into hangster brain rot

[chaosinstigator]

it’s been a year since last I saw it and my immediate reaction is still oh my god get a fucking room already

[snapghoul]

Renegade Rebel(s) with the pedal to the floor

In which the twins meet up again in Oklahoma and Bradley experiences first hand that the twins are more alike than he thought.

Notes: A sprinkle of hangster (or my attempt at it) also I love using songs and titles. The Glen Powell brain rot is real.

Warnings: foul language

“God, I fucking hate commercial flights,” Bradley groaned, stretching his back as they exited the sliding doors of the terminal. The cramped seats had him aching all over, worse than the confined cockpit of his jet.

“Well, you didn’t have to come,” Jake teased, grinning as he adjusted his duffel bag. “But I’d feel bad leaving you behind while Maverick’s off doing his thing.” At first, Rooster’s request to join Jake on this trip had surprised him. It wasn’t as if Rooster had family to visit, and Maverick was off with Penny.

The Dagger squad had been granted an extended leave due to a lull in missions, giving Jake the perfect opportunity to visit his brother and then take a road trip down to Texas.

“So where’s…”

Bradley’s question was abruptly cut off by the blaring horn of a truck that roared into the pickup zone, looking like something straight out of a Mad Max film.

“Never mind,” Bradley finished, shaking his head in disbelief. Jake’s smile, wide and radiant, was almost blinding. Seeing Jake so excited was a new experience for Bradley, and it stirred a strange, pleasant feeling in his chest—one he couldn’t quite place.

Tyler stepped out of the truck, his face lighting up as he saw Jake. “Welcome to Oklahoma!” he shouted, his enthusiasm matching Jake’s. He and Jake exchanged a quick, brotherly hug before Tyler turned his attention to Bradley.

“And you must be Rooster,” Tyler said, extending a hand. “Jake’s told me a lot about you. Thanks for coming along.”

Bradley shook Tyler’s hand, trying to ignore the flutter in his stomach. “Nice to meet you, Tyler. I’m sure Jake’s exaggerated everything I’ve done.”

Jake laughed. “Just the stupid shit and how you got your ass shot outta the sky.”

Bradley still felt a flutter in his chest, despite Jake’s attempt to mask it with a sarcastic remark. Out of everyone, he’d never have expected Jake to speak so positively about him. It was disorienting, yet oddly comforting.

“Look, you two showed up at just the right time,” Tyler said, practically bouncing with excitement as they loaded the truck. “We’ve got some impressive cells developing to the east. Kate—remember Kate?—thinks we might see a few EF1s and 2s today, and—”

Bradley’s eyes widened as Tyler’s words sunk in. Storm chasing. The idea was both exhilarating and intimidating. He watched as Jake and Tyler’s energy seemed to feed off each other, their enthusiasm almost palpable. It was a bit frightening, and he could only imagine what he’d gotten himself into.

“Wait—” Bradley leaned forward, trying to process this new information. “We’re storm chasing?”

Jake and Tyler turned to him with wicked grins. “Absolutely,” Jake said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You didn’t think we’d spend our time off just lounging around, did you?”

Bradley stared at them, still trying to wrap his head around the idea. “I thought we’d just be hanging out with your family, catching up.”

Tyler chuckled, shaking his head. “That was part of the plan, we’re hanging out right?And besides, who doesn’t want to experience a storm up close?”

Bradley swallowed hard, grappling with the realization that he was about to dive headfirst into something far outside his comfort zone. He could handle missiles and dogfights—things he could control to some degree—but Mother Nature was an entirely different beast.

“I wish you’d told me this before I bought my ticket,” Bradley said, casting a reproachful look at Jake.

Jake flashed him a confident smile. “You’ll be fine, Roo. Besides, I knew you��d chicken out if you knew in advance… no pun intended.”

Tyler snorted with laughter as they pulled out of the pickup zone, the rumble of the truck filling the silence. Bradley tried to suppress his nerves, focusing instead on the excitement radiating from the twins. Their enthusiasm was infectious, even if it did add to his own apprehension.

“You two are insane.”

“Yes sir!” “Damn straight.”

Bonus:

“Mav, help me, I’ve made a grave mistake. Well, multiple mistakes, but—actually, no, just one big Hangman-shaped one.” Bradley mumbled into his phone, watching from a far field as the red truck charged toward the funnel cloud. He’d bailed after getting swept up in the first tornado.

[eliashirsch]

i am back... and feeling very, very eager but also slightly burnt out.

midterms kicked my ass, and i think not pushing through the writing fog is kinda fucking up my motivation a bit. but nanowrimo is currently making forcing me to write everyday, even if i scrapped the project i wanted to write four days in am currently very behind. i'm not pushing myself to win this year, just trying to get back to being in a writer mindset and not an editor mindset (which might be the reason it's harder to write as much words as i could do before).

this time, i'm writing hangster! just trying to spice things up. mav and ice have been rotting my brain too hard i think. it's time for a little change!

[nimuetheseawitch]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks once again @spurious - I always appreciate the tag. I haven't been writing much (which is why I didn't post an update last week), but I have been writing again! Although only Top Gun: Maverick. So, those are the only ones I'm going to post in my State of the WIPs, BUT, please feel free to ask me about my Stargate or MASH WIPs because I do want to get back to them. I'm just in the brain rot at the moment.

State of the WIPs (Top Gun: Maverick)

Hangster hate sex (hangster -> macherisen), 1090 words

Professor ex-husbands AU (hangster w/established IceMav), 771 words

This week’s ✨WIP Wednesday Theme✨ is…

Asked & Answered!

Aka a series of askbox emoji prompts to talk or share about your WIPs!

🕰 What's the timeline of the story? (ie. pre-canon, post-canon, how long a period of time it stretches for, however you choose to interpret the question) #️⃣ What's the most oddly specific AO3 tag you could use for this story? ❓Share some dialogue with a question in it. 🎶 Share a song you associate with this fic 🤝 Share a snippet that describes a physical sensation 💡 What gave you the idea for this one? 😄 What part are you most excited to write? 🎭 What do you hope readers of this fic are going to feel? 🃏 Wildcard: Answer the question you wish someone would ask you, or share a background detail, or a snippet or line!