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katsu28 · 11 months ago

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hi Kait! congrats!! ☕️ "Why are you mad?” “I’m not mad, I just think you can choose better people to kiss.” with bradley bradshaw please!! ily

thank you! this is unbelievably late so i apologize but you know what the french say! soo la voo, or whatever (that's from tiktok, french tumblr girlies (gn) pls don't come for me)

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x roommate!reader (2k)

“I had a really nice time tonight, Jake.”

“Yeah?” Jake smiled, letting your joined hands swing between the two of you as he walked you to your front door. “Me too.”

“We should do this again sometime.” Was it too bold of you, asking for a second date when you were only moments away from the end of your first? Probably. But Jake was nice and charming and made you feel special all night.

“Can I kiss you right now?”

Your smile grew even bigger at his words. Of course you wanted this very sweet, very handsome man to kiss you. You were hoping he’d do it this whole night. “Please.”

Jake slid a hand around the back of your neck, bringing you closer and closer until your lips connected. The kiss was everything you’d hoped it would be, but before either of you could deepen it, you faintly heard the sound of the locks unlatching from inside your apartment. Before you could warn Jake, the door swung open with a gust of wind.

“Well hello there, you crazy kids!”

You fought the urge to scream at your roommate’s smug as shit voice, pulling away from Jake with what you hoped was an extremely venomous glare aimed at Bradley. The smile on his face matched his tone of voice, shit eating and absolutely enjoying it.

“Rooster.” Jake nodded awkwardly. He stepped back like he’d just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, rubbing at the back of his neck. He avoided Bradley’s gaze, looking to you for any ounce of comfort you could provide, but there was little you could do when Bradley got like this.

You’d been living with Bradley Bradshaw coming up on a year now, and for the most part it had been smooth sailing. He was a great roommate and tidy to a fault, always keeping his space neat and the shared space even neater. You probably had the Navy to thank for that. In addition to that Navy instilled tidiness, as a person he was kind and funny and a little bit of a dork, but you loved that about him.

Something you didn’t quite love about him, however, was the way he acted whenever you went on dates.

You couldn’t even really call it jealousy because you’d never been together—not that you hadn’t thought of it occasionally. With someone as perfect of a person as Bradley, the thought was bound to cross your mind sometime. It wasn’t quite territorial, but definitely more than him just looking out for you.

“Hangman.” Bradley responded coolly. He mirrored Jake’s crossed arms, leaning against the door frame. “Getting back a little late, aren’t we?”

“Shut up.” You said, words a near hiss through a tight smile. You turned back to Jake, splaying a hand across his chest. “Ignore him.”

“He can’t ignore me, he’s standing on my doorstep.”

“Bradley, I swear to god—”

Jake patted your hand, giving it a squeeze before stepping away. “No it’s fine, I can take a hint. I’ll be on my way.”

“Okay.” You sighed, trying hard not to sound too defeated. “Text me when you get home?” Jake nodded, but judging by how quickly he walked back to his car, it was safe to say there would be no second date. You stormed into the apartment without waiting for Jake to drive away, shouldering past a madly grinning Bradley with a frustrated huff.

“You’re an asshole, Bradshaw.” You scowled, throwing your sweater at him. He dodged it easily, tossing it across the back of the couch with a snort.

“I don’t like him!”

“He’s from your squadron. He’s your friend.” You deadpanned, raising a brow. “You’re the one who introduced us to each other, and now you don’t like him?”

“I don’t like him for you.” He corrected himself, crossing his arms over his chest. “He used to be a playboy, you know that, right? I don’t want him playing with your feelings!”

You whirled around on your heel, fixing him to the spot with a glare. “Then why did you set me up with him?”

Bradley’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, like he was searching for any excuse to answer your question. He could say he just wanted to help. He could say a whole lot of completely bullshit things, anything but the real reason. Bradley couldn’t give an honest answer to your question, not without exposing his own feelings for you. So he just shrugged, letting his hands slap against his thighs helplessly.

“Don’t act like you did me any favors, Bradley. I don’t know what you have to gain from messing with my love life, but however funny you think you are, you’re not. So just stop it, please.”

“Y/N, I—”

“I’m gonna head to bed. See you in the morning.”

You left him behind at that, hurrying to your bedroom before he could get in another word.

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Bradley’s knuckles rapped against your door, echoing through the empty hall.

He wasn’t used to you being upset with him (not that he didn’t deserve it this time, because he definitely did). There was usually some sort of noise coming from your room, whether it was music or the show you were binging, or even just you having a conversation with yourself in the confines of your own space. Things that annoyed him a little at first, but soon grew to love about you.

The silence right now felt weird. Foreign. Just another sign that he’d massively fucked up.

“Hey. It’s me.” No answer. He knocked again, a little more insistent this time. “I’m sorry for being a dick.” Still no answer. “C’mon, Y/N. I hate it when we fight. And I really am sorry. Feel free to open the door and kick me in the nuts or something.”

The door swung open with a creak, and Bradley squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation for a foot to the nether regions that thankfully never came. He cracked one eye open to see you retreating over to your bed.

You’d changed into your pajamas in the time that it took him to formulate an apology in his head. Showered too, judging by the whiff of your citrusy shampoo he got when he came to settle at the edge of your mattress.

“Thanks. For not actually kicking me in the nuts.”

“I was thinking about it.”

“I deserve it.”

“You do. You were petty earlier, Bradley. Kinda mean too.”

He bobbed his head quickly, agreeing. “I was. And I’m sorry.”

“You set me up with Jake only to sabotage any chance of a relationship with him. And you can’t even tell me why.”

“It doesn’t matter why.” Bradley blurted. He cleared his throat, composing himself despite the disbelieving look you threw his way. “I know it was wrong of me to do what I did, but Hangman wasn’t right for you.”

“That’s none of your business though!” You said shrilly, rising from your seat with anger. You all but stormed across the room, putting enough distance between Bradley and yourself so you wouldn’t feel tempted to strangle him. He was being impossible and way out of line. “My love life—who I date, who I like, it’s none of your business!”

Bradley was growing angry too, but not at you. At himself, for letting his feelings for you get to this point. “It is! It is my business when I know there’s someone better out there for you. Someone who understands you and supports you and loves you—who would never even think about treating you like anything less than the amazing person you are.”

“You’re not making any sense. Why do you even care so much?”

“Of course I care! I care about you, Y/N, you know that!”

“I know you do, but that’s not—” You let out a frustrated huff. “Why are you so mad?” You exclaimed, genuinely exasperated at the way he was acting.

“I’m not mad.” Bradley scoffed. “I just think you can choose better people to kiss.”

“Like who, Bradley? Who’s this someone better you keep talking about?”

“Me.” He said simply. It was blunt—maybe a little too much so, but maybe it was necessary. Dancing around the fact hadn’t done any good, so maybe this unexpected approach would give a different result. A better one.

All your anger dissipated in a flash, replaced with hurt. He had to be kidding. This had to be some sort of fucked up joke, because there was no way Bradley Bradshaw had feelings for you. Not in the same way you felt about him. “Bradley, that’s not funny.”

“I’m not trying to be.” He insisted, shaking his head. “I mean it. I saw you from the side window, him walking you up to the step, and when I saw him kiss you, I just—there was this feeling…like I’d been kicked in the chest. And when I see you, every morning, every night, every day, I feel like I—”

“Stop.” You whispered, barely audible. Bradley’s voice died mid-sentence, brows knitting together at the sight of your seemingly pained expression. “What are you doing? What do you want from me, Bradley?”

“I want you. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. All I still want.”

You didn’t reply for a scarily long time, and when you did, your voice shook. “If you cared about me like you say you do, you wouldn’t have done what you did earlier.”

Bradley’s stomach dropped, tendrils of guilt creeping their way up the back of his neck like vines. He hadn’t even thought of it that way. He’d been so preoccupied with his feelings, he hadn’t even stopped to consider yours. From your perspective, Bradley was doing this all out of spite. (Which wasn’t at all true, but things weren’t looking too good for him.)

“It was stupid. A mistake, I know. One I’ll try my damndest to amend.” He insisted, reaching out with a reassuring hand on top of yours.

The moment his hand touched you, you stiffened. Didn’t pull away, didn’t retreat like you’d been burned, but it had the same effect. Oh, he’d definitely fucked up. You’d never reacted to him like that before, never had any reason to. Now you did, and the reason for it was entirely his own doing.

“I think you should leave.”

“...The apartment?”

Your shoulders crept up to your ears, dropping in a haphazard shrug. “No. I don’t know, just—let me be alone right now?”

He murmured out a soft okay, rising from his seat. He knew when to leave things be. Or he did now, at least.

What he really wanted to do was to reach out as he passed you, to hold your hand or brush along your cheek or something, anything, to make you understand that he hadn’t told you to hurt you. But he didn’t, because he knew it would only make things worse. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen, I—yeah, I’m just…sorry.”

You didn’t respond, just kept your eyes trained on your socked feet like they were suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. It made his guilt grow a thousandfold. He lingered at the threshold of the room a moment, hoping you’d garner one last glance at him and see just how sorry he was.

You didn’t.

Bradley let the door click shut behind him on his way out. He let out the biggest, heaving sigh, letting his head tip down towards his chest, because seriously, he was such an asshole.

He’d never been good at the whole “talking about his feelings” thing, and it was clearly showing, bleeding into his words and actions as if it were some sort of excuse for him to be acting the way he did.

He hated how it made you feel like he was trying to sabotage your love life. It had never been his intention, but intentions didn’t matter in this situation.

How could he even begin to try and make this better? Would you even let him have the chance?

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tgmsunmontue · 6 months ago

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I never knew I was missing you 4/9

Jake is just trying to find a connection. Shame the guy he connects with the most is lying about his identity online; because he sure as hell isn't A-list Hollywood star Bradley Bradshaw.

ONE TWO THREE

PART FOUR

“First though, I’ve got something I need to take care of…”

“Yeah?” Brad asks; and there’s a mad scramble of the phone, he sees a flash of nostrils up close and god, Brad is complete and utter dork. Cute with it though, he thinks, and also technologically inept as he clearly presses the phone against his head without turning the camera off, so all Jake can see is diffused dark orange and red shadows of what is probably his hand. But he does feel like Brad in closer now, his breathing still gasping gratifyingly as he lets out a groan. It makes Jake’s toes curl. “Let me see?”

“Of course…” Jake says, and he angles the camera down his own body, even if his own view is no longer Brad’s body but some squished up part of either his face or hand depending on whatever camera he still has on. He wants to ask him to hold his phone out, so he can see his face, finally get a good look at him, but then it’s shifting anyway so Brad can look at the screen of his phone and Jake sees him properly. Oh. He definitely has more than a passing resemblance to Bradley Bradshaw, although he has a beard and much longer hair, and it’s a riot of gorgeous looking curls that Jake wants to run his hands through. He is not disappointed in the slightest. God, maybe his name is actually Brad too.

“Hi…” he says, voice soft and Brad blushes and Jake smiles at him, gut doing a little flip that this is the guy he’s been chatting with for the last couple of weeks and he’s better than Jake ever imagined.

“Hi…”

“You want to watch me huh?”

“Yeah. Please…”

“Fuck, yeah. Give me a second…” Jake says.

He wasn’t wearing anything to begin with, the photo he’d sent over an hour ago had been from an hour before that, because it had taken him that long to decide to actually send it, nerves a little frayed about sending something so overtly sexual despite their flirting just getting more and more blatant he’d left some of their conversations needing to jerk off. Right now he reaches for the lube and squeezes some out, mumbling about what he’s doing so Brad can hear him. He has no idea what his camera is showing right now, just has to hope it’s not too embarrassing a sight, suspects it’s likely the ceiling or bedsheets.

Then he’s picking his phone up again; Brad’s face comes back into view and he’s biting his bottom lip, it’s all pink and wet and Jake can’t stop staring. He moans when Brad’s tongue comes out to lick his lips and then his mouth is just open, lower lip trembling ever so slightly and Jake imagines those same lips around his cock and grasps his cock with a slick hand. He works himself hard and fast, his cock definitely more than interested knowing that Brad is watching him avidly, and Jake never realized he might have a bit of an exhibitionist streak, but apparently, he’s not too old to be learning new things about himself.

There’re no clear spoken words between them, just Brad staring at Jake through the screen of his phone and god he wants to be in the same room as him, have his hands on his skin, have Brad’s hands and lips on his body. This is all a step closer; his orgasm punches out of him, catching him by surprise and his body shudders through it as he swears under his breath. He’s really going to have to change the sheets on his bed now.

“Still want to lick you clean…” Brad says, and his voice sounds rough and Jake lets out a broken little laugh.

“I’ll let you sweetheart. Trust me. I’ll let you. Fuck.” He doesn’t want to say that the second orgasm was better than the first, it feels a little unguarded to admit that. Fortunately Brad doesn’t seem to notice or care, his eyes just dark and intense and yeah, he could definitely pass as Bradley Bradshaw if he wanted to.

“I’ll call you later. Tomorrow at the latest. Set up a date?” Brad asks, tone unsure like Jake is going to say no.

“Sounds good. Talk to you later.”

… … …

He takes a quick shower, grins at himself in the mirror and feels so damned good, and it’s not just the post-orgasm high. Jake had seen his face and not freaked out. Hadn’t even seemed to care at all. Had just smiled at him and looked gorgeous and hot and so happy that it had made Bradley feel so relieved. He pulls on sweat pants and scrubs at his hair to dry it as he walks out to the smaller shared kitchen that they use when it’s just the three of them.

“Ugh. There’s a Bradley that just got his rocks off.”

“Perk of being a lifelong friend.”

“Peril. You mispronounced peril.”

Bradley just laughs, in too much of a good mood for Neil’s teasing to have any impact.

“So you took my advice huh?”

“Yep. Video called him.”

“Great. So all the misunderstandings are cleared up then.”

Bradley blinks, a sinking feeling in his stomach. Jake definitely saw his face, but there wasn’t any sudden look of realization on his face that Bradley is in fact Bradley Bradshaw.

“Uh… maybe? I… yeah. I think so?”

“You think so? Did he not say anything along the lines of holy shit, you’re actually really Bradley Bradshaw?”

“No?”

Neil rubs at the space between his eyes and then his brow and forehead.

“Oh my god… right now you look like a fucking basement dweller. You’re lucky Callie has better things to do than shave you in your sleep.”

“What?”

“He didn’t recognize you, you complete fucking idiot. I mean… clearly he still thinks you’re hot. I mean, he did see your face right?”

“Uh… it wasn’t exactly pointed at my face to begin with…”

The expression on Neil’s face turns pained again, the forehead rubbing has resumed and Bradley is starting to freak out. Neil’s right, Jake hadn’t reacted, maybe he should have shaved. He collapses onto the sofa beside Neil.

“Give me your phone.”

“What?”

“Give me your phone,” Neil repeats.

Bradley hands it over, leans in close to watch as Neil unlocks it, because of course both he and Callie know his passcode.

“What are going to do?”

“Shh…” Neil mutters, rolling his eyes and then he’s going to recent calls and Bradley realizes what he’s going to do and makes a grab for it. Too late, it’s already calling Jake, and he hasn’t even had time to make him a contact in his phone, it’s just a number. He doesn’t even know if Jake will answer; yes he said he’d call him back, but it’s not even been thirty minutes. This is mortifying on so many levels.

“You missing me already?” Jake asks, and Neil has put him on speaker. It’s Bradley’s turn to rub at his forehead, glaring at Neil while he does so.

“No. I’m definitely not missing you. Jake right?”

“Yeah. Who’s this? You’re not Brad…”

“You’re right, I’m not Bradley. My name is Neil Vikander. I live with Bradley. Can I change this to a video call?”

“Uh, I guess? Why?”

“We need to clear something up and my friend is an idiot of awardwinning calibre.”

“Fuck you too Neil…” Bradley mutters under his breath.

“Hi Jake, I’d like to introduce you to Bradley Bradshaw. Yes. That one. He is an idiot and currently hasn’t shaved in over two weeks, but I’ll go and get his license if you need actual proof.”

Neil has passed him back his phone and he cups it in his hands, stares down at Jake’s face which is looking stunned. Bradley’s stomach is churning, suddenly terrified that Jake is going to hang up, or run, or… fuck. Never talk to him again.

“Holy shit, you’re really Bradley Bradshaw…”

“Yeah. I mean… I did keep trying to tell you…”

“You have a beard…”

Bradley’s not quite sure why that’s a sticking point.

“He hates shaving…” Neil says, leaning over so Jake can see his face in screen and Bradley wants to shove him away as much as he wants Neil to give him a hug and tell him it’s all going to be alright. “You really need to shave. Pretty sure you don’t want your first kiss to be a mimicry of Planet of the Apes…”

“Neil…” Bradley groans, but Jake is snorting in what Bradley really hopes is amusement, and he hasn’t ended the call. He lets hope flare to life. “I can take it from here thanks.”

“I expect a mention in the best man speech! Actually, I expect to be best man!”

“Oh my god, please ignore him…”

“Holy shit. It’s really you… since when do you need help getting a date? Using fucking dating apps?”

“Callie made the profile…”

“And yet you used it… This doesn't feel real.”

“Yeah well, she had some valid points. Some people only like me for the fame, or what I can do for them…”

“Well, I gotta say, you do things for me… I’m just also very interested in reciprocating.”

Bradley knows he’s blushing, curses the fact that his complexion shows it so clearly.

“You getting shy on me now?”

“No. Yeah. Maybe? I don’t know…”

“Eloquent. You’re pretty fucking adorable you know that? Biggest nerd I think I know, and trust me, I know a few…”

“So. Can I take you out?”

“Hell yeah you can. You can show me your pinball machine collection.”

“I’d like that. Plus I’ll shave.”

“Uh. Can you leave the moustache?”

Bradley grins slowly.

“Yeah, I can do that.”

FIVE

#Hangster #Sereshaw #Top Gun Maverick fanfic #I never knew I was missing you #SliMav

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tongue-like-a-razor · 1 year ago

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Congratulations for you 5k!!! 🎉🎉🎉

About BFF , could you make a Jake POV about baby B , like when he started have feelings for her and when he started talk with Bradley about her.

Hey babe! Thank you so much <3

I'm thinking that Jake probably started to have feelings for Baby B the night that they spent at the ER. Or, that's when he started to realize it, at least. Here's a little blurb from Jake's POV!

5k Weekend Bash Drabbles

Brother's Best Friend - Emergency

Jake Seresin x Reader

Jake returns your intake form to the front desk and sits back down beside you. “All done,” he says proudly.

You roll your eyes.

“I think the words you’re looking for are ‘thank you’,” he suggests.

You give him a flat look like he’s annoying the shit out of you or something.

Jake raises his eyebrows. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Hope not,” you say calmly. “I’m allergic, remember?”

Jake snorts, playfully nudging your shoulder with his.

After several moments of silence, you say, “Having a fun night?”

He can tell that you’re being sarcastic, but Jake’s actually having a pretty good time with you, even if it is at a hospital. It’s not a surprise; you’ve always been exceptional company. “The best,” he responds in an ironic tone because he doesn’t want you to take him too seriously, despite meaning exactly what he says.

You grimace. “Sorry for ruining the evening.”

Jake looks over at you with a smirk. “You should be,” he says. “So rude of you.”

You shake your head with a smile. “I’m the worst.”

Jake laughs. “I wasn’t gonna say it.”

Your mouth drops open in outrage and you smack him on the shoulder.

Jake cowers slightly, still chuckling. “This isn’t helping your case.”

You lower your hand, still grinning.

“How’s the ankle?” he asks.

You straighten your leg out in front of you, lifting your ankle into view. “Still there,” you reply casually.

Jake chuckles mildly and leans forward to examine the swelling. “Looks terrible,” he remarks.

“Don’t be mean!” you cry offendedly, pulling your foot into your lap to cradle your ankle.

“I meant, it looks painful,” Jake clarifies with a laugh. “You dork.”

You sigh, wincing as you bring your foot back down to the ground.

You spend the next hour talking about how much fun you were having at the bonfire and all Jake could think is how much more fun he’s having just hanging out with you. It bothers him, for some reason, when you tell him about the hot guy who was hitting on you all evening and how upset you are that he never asked for your number. And finally, when you slowly start to drift off to sleep, Jake begins to understand why.

He looks down at you curiously, as your head rests on his shoulder, wondering why you leaning on him feels so good. He takes a moment to admire the features of your face before realizing how creepy it is that he’s watching you sleep. He turns away in disgust; he has no business looking at you like that. You’re his best friend’s baby sister, for fuck’s sake. He should not be noticing how pretty you are, or how cute you look in overall shorts. He should not be thinking about how funny your jokes are or how sweet your smile is.

In short, he should not be falling for you. But he realizes with absolute dread that he is. Or possibly, that he already has. Talk about a fucking emergency.

5k Celly

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ambrossart · 1 year ago

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That was so cool ! I love skelly. Can we get some fun facts about Christie Gibson or Jake Newham? I think we don't much about him . Thank you 🩶

Since somebody else requested Christie as well, we’ll just focus on Jake for this one.

— Jake Newham, the Senior Class President

Jake Newham comes from a very ambitious and academically focused family. His parents, who divorced when he was nine, are both Harvard grads who now work in politics. Jake’s father is a highly sought-after political consultant, and his mother is the Director of Communications for Senator Ryan Bradley (D-ME) as well as a published author. Due to his parents’ demanding careers, Jake currently lives with his grandparents in their West Broadway Victorian home. He also has an older sister, Amy, who recently obtained her master’s degree in international relations.

Although his parents have tried their hardest to avoid this, Jake does put a lot of pressure on himself to not only succeed, but to excel in everything he does. He worries that all of his accomplishments will ultimately amount to nothing and he won’t ever reach the same amount of success as the rest of his family. Due to this, Jake really struggles with self-confidence, and he often gets steamrolled by stronger personalties like his vice president, Jackie O’Connell. When Jake won the student council vote, Jackie told him that he only won because he’s a man. Deep down, Jake wonders if that’s true.

While the greater student body considers Jake a major dork, he’s actually fairly well-liked among the seniors. Unfortunately, Jake is so focused on his future that he seldom makes time for friends. As soon as he entered high school, Jake started preparing for college. He joined clubs that he knew would look good on an application. He took the most difficult classes he could in order to get an edge over the other applicants. Now that Jake’s about to graduate, he feels a little regretful over some of those decisions, but he stands by them nevertheless.

— Fun Facts

Jake lives on the same block as Liz Mueller. The two of them were very close growing up and could even be considered childhood sweethearts. They went their separate ways in high school: Liz became popular and Jake turned his focus to school. They’re still friends, but they don’t hang out much anymore.

He started taking trumpet lessons when he was ten. He also plays the piano.

He’s captain of the varsity soccer team. He’s a center-midfielder.

He has terrible eyesight and wears contacts even though he hates the way they feel against his eyes. He always keeps a pair of glasses in his backpack just in case.

Yes, he does wear a retainer at night.

And yes, he does often approach Richie at school to ask about his sister. Richie used to find this really annoying, but now he thinks it’s funny as hell and loves messing with him.

He first met Evelyn at the school’s annual student council retreat, a three-day camping trip where newly elected members do team-building exercises and develop their leadership skills. Evelyn stood out because she was so outspoken and enthusiastic.

Similar to how Paul and Lenny tease Evelyn about Jake, Jake’s friends and teammates frequently tease him about Evelyn.

Despite his instant attraction to her, Jake has always been hesitant to pursue a romantic relationship with Evelyn. This is partly due to Jake’s academic ambitions but also due to Evelyn’s ambivalence toward him. He could never quite tell if she liked him or not.

Eventually, Jake began to suspect that she may like someone else, but Henry Bowers was the very last person on his list. Yeah, that was a major shocker.

Honestly, Jake’s not too upset over Evelyn’s rejection. He’s a little wounded, of course, but ultimately he thinks it’s for the best. He’s gonna be graduating soon anyway.

#poor jake #everyone was so suspicious of you #answered asks #thanks for the ask!#paper men #ambrossart

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monkiedude · 3 years ago

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Snippet.

From the next chapter of my “Jake has a big bro” WIP. Yes, this is totally informed by Miles playing second base when he was growing up and Glen paying first in Everybody Wants Some. I’m a dork.

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Patrick looks at him consideringly. “God works in mysterious ways,” he murmurs. “Tell me to fuck off if this is a sore subject, but we would have been the same class at the Academy, right?”

Amazingly, thankfully, Bradley realizes he can actually talk about this now, without coming across as someone with severely unaddressed rage issues. “Think so,” he says. “Jake says you played football, there?”

Patrick leans back in his chair. “For a few years, yeah,” he says. “Third year, on top of academics and everything else, I felt like I was in danger of becoming that ‘jack of all trades, master of none,’ you know? So I cut bait on football.” He looks like he’s biting his cheek when he continues, “Not like Jake, you know?”

Bradley can feel his eyebrows climbing high above his sunglasses. “Jake played football at the Academy?”

“What? No,” Patrick replies, looking confused. “He played baseball. All four years. Team captain when he was a firstie. First base even though I always gave him shit for being too short for the position.” He pauses. “I’m a little surprised you didn’t know that?”

So is Bradley, and he admits as much. Even if he and Jake hadn’t been the best of friends, they’ve interacted enough over the past several years that he feels like this is something that would’ve come up.

“See? He’s not always posturing, even when he can back it up,” says Patrick, and his voice has zero inflection.

Bradley still feels a little snappish when he says, “I know that.”

“Good,” Patrick says, tone still even. “Anyway. What position did you play?”

“Second.”

Patrick raises an eyebrow. “Well how about that. Y’all could’ve been a double-play duo for the ages.”

#hangster #hangman x rooster #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #dusting off the cobwebs #my fic

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einsteinsugly · 3 years ago

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April 2003. An Unfortunate Invitation...

Donna's sitting on the couch, watching TV, while Eric comes barging in, leafing through the mail. He puts everything on the side table, except for one solitary piece of paper. Eric (setting the piece of paper on the table, sitting on the couch): Um, we got this...thing, in the mail. Our 25th high school reunion is on August 28th.

Donna (looking at the letter, with a sigh): I told you. You need freaking reading glasses.

Eric (defensively): I do not.

Donna (holding the paper to his face): What does this say?

Eric: Are you trying to give me some sort of eye test?

Donna (unwavering): What does this say?

Eric: Um...you're invited to Point Place High School, to the class of 1978's high school reunion. Let's all be reunited, and it'll feel so good, after twenty-five years, on...

Donna: What is the date?

Eric (squinting): Um...August...August...

Donna: 23rd, dillhole. Not the 28th. Why the hell would our high school reunion be on a Thursday?

Eric: It says 2003. I know that much. *Tossing the invitation on the coffee table* I don't wanna go, anyway.

Donna: Why not?

Eric: I don't really care how most of them ended up. Anywho, I hear enough gossip from my mom. Pam Macy got a boob job, Jake Bradley's a football coach for the Vikings, not the Minnesota Vikings...the Point Place Vikings.

Donna (with a sigh): You don't want to deal with it...

Eric: Yeah, I don't want to deal with some unnecessary crap, inevitably flung in my general direction. *Mimicking some of the ex-cheerleaders, with a high-pitched voice* How did you end up with Donna? Because you're such a dork... *returning to his normal voice* Hey, I'm her dork, her loving dillhole, and at least my body isn't eating its own hair! Unlike your massive buoy of a husband over there.

Donna: I don't think Destroy or Giveback would float.

Eric: Yeah, they'd sink right to the bottom, like the Titanic. *With a dramatic pause* I want most of our former classmates to be far across the distance, with some considerable space between us, thank you very much.

Donna (with a groan): Ugh. Not Celine Dion.

Eric: I know, right? *With a corny smile* But I'll let you know, my heart will go on and on with you.

Donna (with a smile): You're such a corndog.

Eric: It's better than being a horndog, like Mitch. Who would cheat on their loving, dying wife with their secretary? At the very least, wait until she's dead!

#that 70s show #that 90s show #eric and donna #eric forman #donna pinciotti #mitch miller #mitch has a prominent role in as the world burns btw #my ficlets

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katsu-reads · 2 years ago

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BREE!!! if i could have this etched into my brain i absolutely would because of how wonderful and perfect it is. it has scratched the hangman itch in my brain oh so perfectly and i will forever come back to reread it just so i can giggle like a mf schoolgirl every time <3 i have much to say so bear with me folks

And while you can’t see it from where you’re standing, you’re sure he’s also wearing those jeans you know work absolute wonders for his ass—not that you’d ever tell him that, of course, because his ego is inflated enough already. But you might sneak a look later on.

this is just me thirsting over glen's ass but girl SAME. i'd be feasting my eyes on that absolute dump truck everytime bc HOT DAMN i love to see him coming (hehe 😉) but man do i love to watch him leave too can i get an amen (AMEN). i would sneak many looks. so. many. looks.

“I’m not ringing the bell on Jake just because he’s beating you at pool,” you warn him. “He’s got to earn it. Trick him into dropping his phone on the bar like a normal person.”

PLS this is so funny bc it's so them. i can just see them tricking each other just so they don't have to pay up 💀 plus they get to toss each other in the sand outside?? all in good fun but still so hilarious

Your eyes drift towards Jake, and you see him with a deep frown on his face, his pool cue leaning against the table as his arms are crossed over his chest. You can’t tell what he’s saying from this far away, but he’s moving up to get in Bradley’s face.

ohoho baby is maddd we love to see it. bradley is such a little shit riling him up like that i adore him <3 we love a sneaky wingman

You think maybe that part of it is some sort of hysterical relief and joy at hearing Jake Seresin, Hangman, the most confident man you’d ever met, blurt out that he likes you like a child on a playground. God, you’ll never get over this, and this will absolutely be the story you’ll love to tell people when they ask how the two of you start dating.

this is so sweet!! even though it definitely wasn't hangman's first choice in how he finally confessed, the emotion is so real. it's like you're the only one who's able to crack his confident cocky exterior and underneath jake is just a boy who likes a girl 🥺

You get about five steps away before you feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. You pull it out, and see Jake’s name across your screen. You answer the call.

DORK. i hate him (i love him i want him i need him). i can just picture him talking to you with the biggest grin bc he's finally got his girl!!!

everybody say thank u bradley for getting hangman off his ass and thank u bree for writing this masterpiece <33

the one with the mutual pining | j.h.s.

summary: it's always been fun to flirt with jake, though you'd never cross the line to take you from friends to something more because while he flirts back, does he really mean it? well, bradley bradshaw decides this is something they're gonna rectify, and it definitely ends in your favour pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin x fem!reader warning(s): language; references to alcohol word count: 4.2k notes: here is my very first attempt at writing tgm, and at writing hangman. this is all completely thanks to @katsu28 who has entertained all my tgm thoughts. this one's for you kait!! <3 also, there are a couple alternate endings for this one too 👀 if anyone wants to read them when they're finished or maybe have them turned into other fics, let me know!

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Friday nights always seem to be the busiest nights at the Hard Deck. Or, well, they have been since you started working there.

It always seems to start getting packed not long after dinner time, usually by a good mix of civilians and members of the Navy who were stationed in Fightertown. A lot of them seemed to know Penny, especially the aviators. Penny had warned you about them when she gave you the bartending job; about their flashy smiles, their nicely styled yet somehow perpetually windswept looking hair, and all the trouble that comes with them. There’d been a fond smile on her face when she said that, so you were sure there was a story (or maybe many) behind her warnings.

It was on your very first Friday that you’d met Lieutenant Jake Seresin. Well, you’d actually met most of the Dagger Squad (which you’d been told was what they were called by Mickey after a few Fridays together), but it was Jake who stuck out to you the most. You’d be a liar if you said his sparkling green eyes and dimples weren’t attractive, and he absolutely had the confidence you’d expect from someone who flew million dollar planes for a living. The way he leant on the bartop, grinning at you as he ordered a beer and introduced himself was full of charm, and the slight southern drawl that curled his words drew you in immediately. But you didn’t let him know that; no, you pointed him to the back of the line of people waiting to order, and handed Bradley Bradshaw his drink instead.

That was the start of your friendship with Jake, and your infatuation with him. That part you keep to yourself, though. At first it was because you didn’t think it was anything other than a tiny crush, but then when that didn’t go away no matter what you did (or what Jake did). And then it was because he’d become a friend by that point, a familiar face and someone you enjoyed seeing and talking to, just like the rest of his squad of aviators, and you didn’t want to risk losing him like that. That’s what you told yourself, at least. Plus, the two of you had built up quite a fun back and forth with each other, all witty jokes and subtle flirting (on your end; Jake tends to flirt heavily with just about anyone) and you looked forward to it whenever you see the squad of aviators walk in the door.

This Friday night is no exception; they’ve been here for about an hour already, drinking and laughing and unwinding from the stress of the week. Bradley had told you earlier that one of the Admirals had a particularly large stick up his ass lately, and their squad in particular had been feeling the heat. Which meant they were keeping you busy, because Pete and some of the older aviators had commandeered Penny’s attention. Not that you were complaining, because you enjoyed talking to all of them and getting paid to do so.

Jake approaches the bar top on his own for the first time since arriving; he’s got a grin on his face as he leans his arm on the polished wooden surface closest to you. It’s early enough in the evening, not long after the bar had opened for the day, that it’s not very busy yet so you can give him your full attention while Penny chats with Pete and the patrons at the other end.

He’s wearing a soft-looking green button down shirt, with the top few buttons undone. The colour brings out his eyes, His sleeves are rolled up just above his elbows, and you can see the silver chain that holds his dog tags disappear further down past where his shirt buttons are undone. And while you can’t see it from where you’re standing, you’re sure he’s also wearing those jeans you know work absolute wonders for his ass—not that you’d ever tell him that, of course, because his ego is inflated enough already. But you might sneak a look later on.

“Hey darlin’, another beer for me on the sore loser,” he says by way of greeting, grin curling his lips up and showing off his dimples. He jerks his thumb over his shoulder, and you peer over it to see Bradley standing back at the pool table the aviators had claimed. He’s wearing a bright blue Hawaiian shirt you’ve never seen before, and he’s got a defeated smile on his face. His shoulders are slumped and he’s leaning against the pool table as he catches you looking and waves. You wave back, smiling and winking at him before your attention turns back to the blond in front of you.

“You got it. The usual?” you ask, and he nods. You reach under the bar top to grab a bottle of Jake’s preferred beer, popping the cap off for him before you place it on the counter in front of him. “You won a game already? You haven’t been here that long.”

“I’m just that good at pool, darlin’.” Which is true; you know he’s beaten just about all of his fellow aviators, and you’d bet he’s hustled others at the Hard Deck too. Maybe even at other bars. Jake’s cocky, but unfortunately he’s got the skills to back up all his talk.

“Or maybe Bradley’s just that bad and you’re taking advantage of him.”

Jake doesn’t answer but he laughs as he reaches for his beer. His hand brushes yours as you hand him the bottle of beer, the pads of his fingers gliding over your knuckles and the back of your hand. His touch tingles, and you find your cheeks growing warm as those fingers trail electricity that fades all too quickly when he takes his beer. He holds eye contact with you for a beat too long before he’s winking and turning back towards Bradley and the others.

It was basically routine at this point. On Friday nights, the aviators would show up after they’ve finished for the day. Pete would find Penny, the two of them taking over one end of the bartop to flirt like they’re not in a bar full of people. The rest of them would come over to greet you, order their first round, and then either commandeer an open pool table, or grab a few tables to themselves to wait for one to open up. As soon as it did, they’d all take turns playing, with the losers buying the winners drinks. Jake tended to win more than he lost; and lately, he seemed to be winning against Bradley much more than he had before. Not that you kept track of that (except, of course, that you did).

The night goes on as the Hard Deck fills up, and you’re kept busy with the steady flow of customers that come your way. The aviators definitely keep you on your toes, and Bradley’s tab just keeps getting bigger as he continues to lose against Jake (and Natasha and Javy, you notice), and others keep buying rounds. You’re definitely happy with the tips you’re getting, though, and between you and Penny you manage to keep up with all the orders that just keep coming. Thankfully, though, it starts to get more steady than busy, and you’re thankful to start getting lulls between customers ordering drinks so you can do some cleaning. You begin wiping down the bar with a clean, wet rag from the bucket by your feet.

Bradley approaches the bartop, and up close you notice that his bright blue Hawaiian shirt is covered in magenta flowers, the colours almost too loud to look at. His cheeks are a little ruddy, and the top half of his shirt is unbuttoned and showing off the dogtags he’s wearing against his bare chest. His sunglasses are poking out of his shirt pocket, and he’s got a wide smile on his face as he places his hands in front of him on the slightly wet polished wooden surface. You stop wiping down the bar in case he’s here to get something from you, or maybe to close out his tab–though it’s a little early in the night for that.

He looks back over his shoulder towards where the others are, and you also look in that direction to see Jake staring at the two of you, a pool cue held in his hands and his brow furrowed. Mickey hoots, and sends you a thumbs up. You’re not sure what for, but his enthusiasm is sweet and you shoot him a thumbs up in return. Bradley looks back to you.

“You here for another round?” you ask, and his smile drops momentarily.

“No, I don’t think I want to add to my tab.” You pull it up, and then shake your head because no, he really doesn’t. Bradley grimaces and sighs, leaning forward towards you. “Actually, I had something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“I’m not ringing the bell on Jake just because he’s beating you at pool,” you warn him. “He’s got to earn it. Trick him into dropping his phone on the bar like a normal person.” Which Reuben had done with Bob last week, and you’d felt a bit bad for the bespectacled aviator but the rules are the rules. Bradley chuckles, and leans closer to you over the bartop.

“No, actually, Mav’s birthday is coming up and we wanted to do something for him and Penny. A surprise for the two of them” He looks behind you, seeing Penny and Pete where you know they’re decently close, and he gestures for you to lean forward. He moves his head next to yours, and starts whispering to you, wanting to keep this a secret. “We’re thinking about all chipping in and getting the two of them some kinda weekend away, maybe something fun in the city. D’you think you’d wanna get in on that?”

That’s definitely not what you were expecting, but your heart melts at the idea of being able to give your boss and her boyfriend a nice little vacation together. Penny’s been an amazing boss since you’ve started working for her, and you know how hard she works. She deserves this, for sure. “That is actually really sweet. Yeah, I’d be happy to do that for them.”

That’s when you hear Penny’s voice from behind you, startling you a bit. “Bradley Bradshaw, are you bothering my bartender?”

With a smile he probably thinks makes him look completely innocent, he moves away from your ear and answers her with a “No, ma’am!” and then wiggles his eyebrows at you before he turns and heads back towards the pool table. You watch him as you go, and you see when he gets back that Reuben slaps him on the shoulder while Natasha hands him her pool cue. Your eyes drift towards Jake, and you see him with a deep frown on his face, his pool cue leaning against the table as his arms are crossed over his chest. You can’t tell what he’s saying from this far away, but he’s moving up to get in Bradley’s face. Maybe the older aviator was actually supposed to get a round? You don’t know, but they’ll eventually work it out. They know if they start a fight in the bar that Penny will squash that real quick. Not that it wouldn’t be entertaining.

You resume your cleaning, gathering up some glasses that have been left on one side of the bar to put in the dirty dish bin to be washed later. An older man approaches the bar and asks for a whiskey neat, which you pour him, and he pays for it and thanks you before leaving. You put the bottle back in its place, and then all of a sudden Jake is standing in front of you.

“Hey, sailor. What can I get you?” you ask. You notice he’s not smiling like he normally would; his forehead is wrinkled and his eyebrows are furrowed as his green eyes look at you. His normally neatly coiffed blond hair is looking just a bit dishevelled, like he’s been running his hands through it and moving it out of its usual style. You start to worry when he doesn’t answer you; Jake is usually completely unbothered by anything, never being fazed and always taking things in stride. He’s always in control of every situation and every interaction he’s in. But that’s not how he’s looking now. Something’s got him looking almost frazzled, and it has you worried for him. You bite that worry down, though, as you watch him run a hand through his hair now.

“I need–” He sighs, shaking his head slightly. He takes in a deep breath before he starts again with, “Look, I need to talk to you. It’s important. Can we go somewhere private?” This is one of those nights you really wish that Jimmy was working, or that Penny had another bartender besides you because you really couldn’t just leave her alone before your shift was over. You pull your phone out of your pocket, checking the time.

“Uh, not right now, but I’m done in about an hour. Is that okay?” you ask, sliding your phone back in your pocket and looking at the aviator in front of you. He sighs, but not in an unkind way, and he nods. But there’s no wink, no smile, and no sign of his adorable dimples. You didn’t think you’d miss them as much as you did, but seeing him like this, with something bothering him, makes you realize that you’re kind of in over your head with him. “Are you okay, Jake?”

Jake nods again, letting his lips turn up slightly at the corners in a closed mouth smile. “I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” You’re stopped from answering when Mr Whiskey Neat comes back up for another drink and you reach down to grab the bottle. Jake nods at you, moving away from the bar top and heading in the direction of the bathrooms. “I’ll talk to you in an hour. Meet me outside, my truck’s farthest from the door.”

And then he’s gone and you’re pouring a drink, and you’re feeling confused, worried, and a little annoyed that your conversation had been cut short. What could Jake Seresin possibly need to talk to you about privately? And what exactly is bothering him? You only have the next hour to worry about it in your head, and you already know that’s not going to be fun.

The last hour of your shift goes by much too slowly for your liking, but as the minutes creep closer, you wish you had just a bit more time. You’re more than a little nervous to talk to Jake when it’s over; he’d closed out his tab with Penny while you’d been busy getting another round for some other customers, including Natasha and Bob, who were sharing secretive smiles as they chatted with you. Maybe there was something in the water at the naval base, or maybe all the stress of the week had really gotten in their heads. You weren’t sure which was worse.

But then you’re done, and it’s time to go talk to Jake, and you find yourself stalling on your way out. Penny must notice the change in your demeanor, because she stops you to ask if everything is okay before she lets you go.

“Was someone giving you a hard time?” she asks, keeping her voice low as you clock out. Your bag and coat are in the back room, which she gives you the key to, and you shake your head. “Pete can walk you out of here, if you need. Or I’m sure one of his squad would be more than happy to do that too.”

“I’m okay, Penny, I promise,” you assure her. You leave quickly to grab your things, and return to give her the key back.

“Text me when you get home!” You wave your hand to her, and then you’re leaving the Hard Deck and walking out into the cool night air. You pull your coat a little tighter around your body, walking towards the end of the parking lot. It takes a minute to see him in the dark, but Jake is leaning against the front of his truck when you spot him. He’s all the way at the far end of the parking lot just like he’d told you.

There aren’t too many cars left, and no one else is out and walking around so it’s just the two of you that you can see. He must see you coming because he pushes himself off of his truck and waits for you to get close enough before he greets you. The set of his shoulders is tense, and they’re up close to his ears. The smile on his face looks a little forced and you shift your weight between your feet as you look at him.

“What did you want to talk about? Seemed pretty important.”

He sighs, one hand coming up to tug at his hair. It shines even in the dingy, yellowed lights coming from the street lights set up in the parking lot, and you briefly wonder if it would feel as soft as it looks now, or if maybe it was crunchy with gel. You hoped it was soft. But that was not the point, and you push that thought away for now. “Look, whatever Rooster told you… just ignore him, okay? He’s drunk. I didn’t even drink half the beers I won off him, he did. He didn’t mean anything he said.”

Okay, now you’re confused. What did Bradley being drunk have to do with Pete’s birthday present? The mustachioed aviator hadn’t seemed that drunk when he spoke to you; you’d seen him absolutely shitfaced before, just once, and tonight was definitely anywhere close to that. You still mourned the t-shirt you’d been wearing that night, it had been one of your favourites. “Really? But I thought it was pretty sweet.”

That seems to irritate Jake, and he rolls his eyes. “But it’s not his business telling you that, he was just being an idiot. He’s a lightweight, and he’s probably puking on Bob’s shoes right now.” Now that was a funny image, and you hoped for Bob’s sake that Bradley throws up somewhere else and not on Bob’s shoes. You’d ask Natasha about that the next time you see her. “Rooster just thought he was being funny, is all. I wanted to make sure you knew that and make sure it didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“It seems like it made you uncomfortable. Don’t even deny that you’re not! I can tell. I’m good like that.” He doesn’t take the opportunity to make a joke, or grin and wink at you like he normally would, which just served to bring your point home. You know he and Bradley can get under each other’s skin like no one else can, but this was a whole new level of grump.

But that’s when Jake comes out with it. “Of course it made me uncomfortable, him telling you that I like you like that! It wasn’t his business to do that.”

You’re not sure you heard him right. You blink, taking a moment to process his words. There’s no way you heard him correctly. He thinks Bradley Bradshaw told you, completely seriously, that Jake likes you. And that’s why he’s been acting so weird. Oh yeah, it’s all coming together now.

“Like me? What?” you ask, but you don’t give him time to answer. “Bradley didn’t say anything about you, he was telling me about Mav’s birthday present, asking if I wanted to pitch in for a trip for him and Penny.” Even in the dim light in the parking lot, you can see the colour drain from Jake’s face. His jaw even drops, just a little, as he stares at you. If you were thinking properly, you’d want to take your phone out and snap a photo of Jake Seresin, lost for words. You’d never seen it before. It was kind of cute. “You like me? As more than a friend?”

“No!” It comes out quickly, much too quickly, and you can hear the crack in Jake’s voice. It kicks your brain back into gear, and you feel a tingly warmth spread through your chest not unlike what you’d felt earlier when Jake’s fingers had brushed the back of your hand. It makes you almost giddy, the thought of Jake liking you like you like him. That you haven’t been pining over him and agonizing over whether it was worth ruining your friendship for nothing, and that his flirting had actually meant something. But you can’t resist teasing him about it, just a bit.

“Wait… so you don’t like me?” you ask, feigning disappointment–it’s hard, though, keeping the grin off your face as you do so. Jake shakes his head, taking a step closer and his hands coming out to hover in front of you, close but not actually touching you yet.

“No! No, I do like you!” Jake is so quick to backtrack, and you have to bring a hand up to cover your mouth to hide the smile and the laughter that’s threatening to come out. You think maybe that part of it is some sort of hysterical relief and joy at hearing Jake Seresin, Hangman, the most confident man you’d ever met, blurt out that he likes you like a child on a playground. God, you’ll never get over this, and this will absolutely be the story you’ll love to tell people when they ask how the two of you start dating. Which you know he’ll hate. But that’s something you’ll worry about later. Right now, you think Jake looks like he’s about to have an aneurysm and that would probably be counter productive. So you decide to throw him a bone.

“Well that’s good, seeing as I like you too,” you tell him, moving your hand away from your mouth to smile at him. That’s when you see his shoulders sag and the colour starts to come back to his face as he processes your words. And if you take that opportunity to confirm that yes, he is wearing those jeans that do wonders for his ass, well, that’s something you’ll keep to yourself.

“You do?” he asks when he finds his voice, and you nod. That’s when you see a smile break out across his face, and his dimples are back in full force.

“What, you think I flirt with just any aviator who comes into the Hard Deck?” That gets a laugh out of him, and you love the sound. It’s a real laugh, a rumble from deep in his chest, and you definitely want to hear that again. You hope you will.

“Well, I’m not just any aviator,” he confirms, walking just a bit closer. His hands are still out, and you reach out with one of yours to take his. They’re big, and warm, and the callouses rub against your skin in the best way. More tingles shoot up your arm, and you squeeze his hand with yours. “Then I guess it’s about time I ask you out, darlin’.”

“It’s not nice to leave someone hanging, you know.” He rolls his eyes. “Here, gimme your phone. We’ll trade numbers.” He digs his out of his pocket while you grab yours, and you unlock it and bring up your contacts for him. He does the same, and you enter your name and number before you hand it back. You see his name and number in yours. “I should get going so I can get home and text Penny before she sends out a search team. Call me!”

You get about five steps away before you feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. You pull it out, and see Jake’s name across your screen. You answer the call.

“So I was thinking I could take you out sometime. Does tomorrow night work for you?” he asks, his voice coming over the speaker and also from behind you. You laugh, nodding as you hold the phone to your ear.

“Tomorrow works just fine. What do you have planned?” you ask. You don’t turn around, but you can imagine him leaning back against his truck as he talks, watching you walk away. You hope he enjoys the view.

“Gotta leave some things a surprise. Just make it home safe, and we’ll talk more tomorrow.” You assure him that you will, because you really do want to get home because you know Penny really will send someone out to check on you if she’s worried. “Goodnight, darlin’.”

You hang up the phone, waving back over your shoulder as you leave the parking lot. You hear Jake’s laugh behind you, and it puts a spring in your step all the way home.

Yeah, you’re absolutely sure he’s gonna kick Bradley’s ass for forcing his hand, but you got a date with Jake Seresin out of this. You can’t wait for Saturday night.

#1000/10 would read again #will be returning to read 182838 more times #hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin x reader #fic rec: bagman seresin #kait's favs

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tgmsunmontue · 13 days ago

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Tracing poetry with your lips - 12/14 - Hangster

One juvenile kissing game and two juvenile idiots both convinced they can win the game. (Explicit). Idea from @iprefervillains

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN

PART TWELVE

He’s still really fucking tired, and now he can sleep knowing he’s going to at least be a little less stiff tomorrow than he would have been otherwise. Lets Bradley take care of him, pat him dry and just rolls his eyes when Bradley gropes him playfully. He’s such a dork. Jake likes him too fucking much for his own good.

Except.

No.

He’s allowed to like him. Is allowed to more than like him. He lets Bradley shuffle him back into the bedroom, tuck him into the bed, but frowns when Bradley doesn’t immediately join him and he struggles back up to sitting.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m just going to go and put the covers back on the hot tub. Bugs and other things fall in. I’ll be right back.”

Then Bradley is leaning down to kiss him, slow and sweet and it’s… it’s nice, not meant to be anything other than comfortable and… he wants to think loving but his brain skitters around the idea. Too soon too soon too soon. He settles back and watches Bradley walk away, towel wrapped around his waist. He’s always found him annoyingly attractive, and now that the annoying has been removed he’s floundering a little in how to interact with him. Soft isn’t usually in his wheelhouse when people describe him, but he doesn’t want to drive Bradley away.

He knows he fell asleep without Bradley in bed with him, because even the light being on hadn’t been enough to stop him. However, he wakes with Bradley curled up tight behind him, an arm over Jake’s torso like he’s intent on keeping Jake in bed. He shuffles and shifts so he’s facing him, takes in as much of his profile as he can in the dim morning light. He feels a little more settled, isn’t quite as ready to run as he had been last night, terrified of just how much Bradshaw could hurt him. Bradley can be a stubborn bastard and Jake’s not going to be any less stubborn when it comes to… whatever this is now, between them.

“Good thing you’re a stubborn fuck Bradshaw…” Jake says under his breath, can’t help the smile when Bradley pulls a face and buries his face under Jake’s chin, snuggles in and tightens his arm around Jake. He bites his lip in pleased amusement, fully aware he’s never had someone be this soft and sweet with him, or wanted to be soft and sweet back. Despite the bruises and marks he’s got all over his body, they’re there because Bradley wasn’t going to let him just leave. He runs his fingers through Bradley’s hair, his smile growing bigger when Bradley seems to hum happily in his sleep. Yeah. He could get used to this.

… … …

Bradley makes them coffee and breakfast, clearly comfortable in the kitchen and more than happy to make Jake food. He touches Jake every chance he gets, fingers brushing over his arm or hand, kisses pressed to his cheek, an arm around his waist to nudge him out of the way of a drawer he wants access to. It reminds him that Bradley is a touchy-feely guy and Jake’s likely going to be the prime recipient of said touches. He's more okay with that than he thought he would be, especially when he recalls Bradley’s easy acceptance of Jake’s own touches.

Bradley grabs the plates and instructs Jake to bring their cups of coffee, then they’re back eating on the patio again and Bradley stretches his legs out so they’re pressed against Jake’s under the table, his hand reaching diagonally opposite to lace his fingers with Jake’s between their plates. It means he has to eat one handed, but it’s an omelet and a cup of coffee, not something that demands two hands. He finds himself smiling at the domesticity of it all, because it feels right. Easy. He’s not used to it but he’s not going to second guess it. Not right now.

“So. Kinda skipped a whole lotta steps…” Jake says around a mouthful of food, wants the excuse of not saying more as he chews and looks at Bradley.

“Have we though? So many meals together I’ve lost count, times at the Hard Deck, dinner with friends… deployments and missions,” he adds quietly and Jake knows he’s thinking about their most recent one. The one that has pivoted their interactions with one another so drastically.

“So, going forward then…”

“I mean, I’m not ready to change my NOK on my paperwork, but… give it a few months.”

Months. Jake doesn’t let his surprise show on his face, remembers last night when he’d tried to find out just how long Bradshaw had been interested in him. Or, more importantly, dating him.

“I’m… I’m not an easy man.”

Bradley makes a choking sound and Jake looks up from his plate, eyes narrowed and then reminds himself to take a moment.

“Jake… there are so many things I could say to that. But… do you seriously believe that I’m blind to your flaws? That I think you’re perfect?”

“Hey! I’m plenty perfect!” Jake objects automatically, and the way Bradley looks at him makes him flush.

“There are definitely parts of you that are perfect, and perfect for me. But you just said that you’re not an easy man. Well. I’ve never taken the easy way with anything.”

“You’re a fucking sap Bradshaw.”

“From the man who said I might be the best thing to ever happen to him?”

“Fuck off," Jake says, kicking him under the table, but he's smiling. Can't help it.

“Nope. You’re stuck with me.”

Jake really fucking hopes so.

THIRTEEN

#Hangster #Sereshaw #Top Gun Maverick fanfic #tracing poetry with your lips

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