#this man wears Hawaiian shirts 24/7 change my mind

[emotionalsupportgoblin420]

My canon's Dr. Sherman. He's the mom friend within what I call the "Zaza Trio" (Sherman, Shaw, and Leo)

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Can you do Rooster x Hangman?

Gas Station Chicken - rooster x hangman

(very weird title, I know lmao)

Summary: After forgetting to get something for maverick's 60th birthday barbecue, hangman and rooster have no other choice but to stop at good old 7-eleven.

A/N: woah, two stories in one day? Way to go Mackenzie :) I usually do my requests in order, but I got this one tonight and I thought of this cute and funny story idea. I never thought I would write rooster x hangman, but here we are! I had so much fun writing this one, and I hope you enjoy it! Remember, you are loved <3 xoxo - mack :)

For as long as roster and hangman have lived together, the calendar has always hung on the refrigerator. Their calendar, a free one they got at a New Years on-base party, had various portraits of north island, including but not limited to, planes, boats, the ocean, sunset scenes, hot men playing football - and you can imagine the rest.

Every time rooster or hangman would hear of a party or of an event they would mark it down on the calendar so they would be sure to attend. Now most of the time, it was rooster who did the marking-events-down-on-the-calendar bit, and hangman who mentioned them to rooster one night while laying in bed.

The sole purpose of the calendar was to be more punctual and present for events with friends and family, but on this particular June day, it appears that the calendar had become forgotten.

Jake and Bradley were seated at dinner, enjoying a salad that they had picked up at the supermarket, when a thought entered Jake's mind. "Brad, when is that barbecue at mavericks? I could have sworn it was this week, maybe next?"

Wiping his mouth with his black linen napkin, rooster stood up, "I'll go check the calendar."

And there it was, underlined, blooded, and circled in red, "MAVERICK'S BBQ. DON'T MISS!!! 7:00"

"Shit," rooster mumbled, eyes wide, realizing the time on the wall clock, "Hangman were late!"

Jake stood up, pushing his chair back, still eating the last bit of his salad, "the barbecue?" he asked.

Rooster nodded, putting the palm of his hand up to his face, "Its tonight! We're going to be late!"

Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, hangman began to untie the string of his grey sweats, "I better change then."

In their shared bedroom, hangman scrambled to find a pair of black pants and a creme coloured polo shirt with a tan stripe in the middle. Rooster, already wearing his jeans from earlier, threw one of his dads Hawaiian shirts over his white tee.

"Fuck," hangman said, "We were supposed to bring something weren't we?"

Rooster, grabbing his wallet from the dish on the counter, ensured his credit card was intact, "We'll stop at the store on the way there. We don't have time to make anything."

So, after pulling in the car, and checking the route to maverick's, the couple found that the only store open past 6:45 on a sunday was the local gas station.

The 7-eleven on greenway avenue wasn't the first choice for dinner, but it would have to do.

The man behind the counter with the greying moustache puffed a long cloud of smoke from his cigarette as the pair entered the shop, not giving the two of them much more than a quick glance. Once through the doors, hangman made a b-line to the back wall, where there were refrigerators stacked full of beer. He grabbed a 24 pack of some popular brew and met his boyfriend over in the snack isle, where he was thinking hard about what type of tortillas to bring.

"Just go with the blue ones," hangman said, "Their better with salsa."

Rooster nodded and followed Jake up to the counter where smoky-moustache-man was now playing some sort of slot machine game on his iphone. Rooster cleared his throat, "We're all ready to check out."

"Wait," hangman said, grabbing roosters arm, pointing to the 'flaming' Texas chicken bits' that were keeping warm under the heat lamp next to the Louisiana rib-tips and pizza slices; each in their respective container. "Babe, we should get some of those too."

Rooster nodded, "We'll take a tray of your ribs, four pizza slices, and a box of chicken bits."

Hangman shook his head, "All of that, but we'll take all of your chicken bits."

The man stiffly got up from his chair and nodded, sliding a pair of clear gloves on over his stuffy hands. As he put the pizza in a red paper box, his gloves made that satisfying crinkling noise, and he didn't get too much sauce from the chicken bits on them as he used a spoon to set them all in a large takeaway container.

He disagreed the gloves and pressed various buttons on the cash register, clearing his throat, "that will be $36.40."

Rooster gave hangman a look that read 'I didn't think we would be spending this much on gas station food,' and then used his card to pay. The clock on the lotto machine read 7:23, "We gotta get going," rooster said, grabbing the bag of food as hangman grabbed the beer.

The two of them loaded up into roosters old truck and sped down the freeway listening to 80's rock ballads. By the time the two of them rolled up at mavericks beach-side condo, the party was in full swing. The grill was going, as was the bonfire. Some people were down on the sand, drinking and laughing and dancing to the music playing from the speaker on the porch.

Maverick raised his hands when he finally saw rooster and hangman pull into his driveway, "Nice of you two to finally show up!" but he grinned, so the couple knew he wasn't too mad at them.

Rooster nodded, handing maverick the bag of food, "We got you something mav."

Maverick rolled his eyes, peering into the paper bag at the chicken bits and pizza, "The sev'," he said, grinning, "I know this food well."

Hangman laughed, slinging his arm around the captain, "Happy birthday pops!"

Maverick shook his head, "Thanks Jake," half-defeated to officially be 60 years old.

"Go join in and we'll catch up in a bit," maverick said, patting rooster on the back.

Near the fire, there were groups playing cards and other games, phoenix and bob among them.

"Where have you guys been?" phoenix called to the two of them, "You've almost missed beer pong!"

Hangman smirked, "What, are we in high school Tasha?"

Natasha rolled her eyes, "I'm surprised you even passed high school!"

The group, the pilots you had come to know quite well over the past few months laughed as the welcomed you into their teams.

Rooster turned to hangman, taking a hold of his hand, "Better late than never!"

[underabr0kensky]

IT’S A THING WITH INFO ABOUT ME HOLY SHIT I BET NO ONE CARES

1. do you prefer to shower when you wake up or before you go to sleep? When I wake up, usually. It helps me hate the morning a little bit less. Unless it’s cold. Then I’d rather just not wake up at all. 2. does it bother you to sleep with the lights on? Yes. Even if there’s a light on outside my room it pisses me off. 3. cigarettes, marijuana, or neither? Neither, both taste like shit. 4. beer, liquor, or neither? Liquor. Fuck me up, fam. 5. what is the biggest impact you hope to make throughout your lifetime? I dunno. I guess making someone feel good things with my music. Or maybe saving someone’s life. 6. what’s your favourite movie genre? Horror. I also love drama because I’m highly emotional and it’s dumb. 7. puns or dirty jokes? Either, depends on the mood. 8. bubble bath, bath bomb, or bath salts? Shower. With no bubbles. Fuck bubbles, they feel weird. 9. you wake up to find you’ve traded places with a celebrity – who is it? Robert Downey Jr. I wanna be in an Iron Man movie. 10. you wake up to find you’ve traded places with a fictional character – who is it? Goku. I wanna fuck up some aliens with my nigga Vegeta. 11. what are you wearing? Metallica shirt and boxers. Are you coming onto me? 12. what is your earliest memory? Christmas morning when I was 3. I got a big plastic column of Legos. 13. moon or stars? Stars. Although the moon is nice too, especially when it’s yellow or orange. 14. sunrise or sunset? Sunset. Fuck the sunrise, I see it all the time because Wal-Mart sucks. 15. what’s the best present you’ve ever received? My ESP guitar or my first car. 16. what’s your favourite scent? This one specific Febreze scent. Hawaiian something. It’s what my ex used to make her dorm smell nice. 17. what do you think about when you need to be in a calm state of mind? Usually a person. Jess, Ozge, Abby, any of my close friends. Either that or I imagine doing something really violent to let out some stress. 18. what do you think about when you need motivation? I think about proving my family right, and that motivates me to stop being a lazy cunt. 19. list 5 things you like most about yourself: My hair, my guitarplaying/singing voice, my ability to be a good listener, uhh...yeah I can’t think of anything else. 20. do you have many friends or do you prefer to keep a close circle? Close circle. I don’t trust people, they’ll fuck you over. A few close friends are all I need. 21. if you had the chance to be immortal exactly as you are now, would you take that opportunity? No. There are way too many things I dislike about myself. 22. what do you think of when you wake up? “Fuck, I don’t want to work” or “Fuck, I’m hung over” almost exclusively. 23. what’s your favourite word? Fuck. 24. if you could change your name, what would you change it to? I like my name. Well, I hate my middle name. 25. what would your name be if you were the opposite/another gender? I dunno. I like the name Rachel though. 26. turn ons? Someone who is caring, loyal, has their shit reasonably together, and is intelligent. 27. turn offs? Immaturity, someone being a disloyal slut, gold-digging, close-mindedness, bigotry. 28. kinks? Choking. Slapping. Spanking. Neck kisses/bites. Handcuffs/light flogging/bondage tape. Blindfolds. Hard scratches. And I like when someone I’m really into spits in my mouth, as much as that weirds most people out. Oh, and I have a foot fetish. 29. what’s your “type”? I don’t really have one. But I tend to like people who have that “alternative” look. But yeah, if you’re attractive to me, you’re kind, an intelligent person who can have a conversation about random stuff, and you don’t mind me being an insecure fucking dork, I’ll probably like you. 30. give a piece of advice: Do not let being insecure fuck up a special relationship you have with someone. It will fucking haunt you. 31. do you fear death? Yes and no. I wanna die a lot, but it’s also scary. 32. do you believe there is anything that exists after death? Nah, not really. If there is though, I’m probably fucked. 33. what expectations do you set for yourself? do you live up to them? I usually set unrealistically high expectations for themselves, then when I inevitably don’t meet them I berate myself mercilessly. Should probably work on that. 34. are you a good friend? would you want to be friends with the type of friend that you are? I am constantly told that I am, so I guess so. And yeah, I suppose I would. 35. dinosaurs or space? Space. Dinosaurs are cool but space is so fucking mysterious, it’s almost like magic. 36. do you believe in aliens? I’d like to, and I think it’s highly possible considering how utterly fucking massive the universe is, but I can’t say I “believe” in something when there’s not really any hard evidence. 37. do you believe in ghosts? Again, I’d like to, but I’d need to experience something or see some type of evidence. 38. describe your style? Uh. I don’t really have one. T-shirts and camo pants with a wallet chain, I guess. 39. send me your name, I’ll post what I think your aesthetic would be: Well, since I’m cheating and doing this as a survey because it’s pointless to just reblog it and expect people to send me numbers, I can’t do this. 40. post a photo of yourself: Maybe later. I look like shit.