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thatsrightice · 1 year ago
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*Maverick, Merlin, Hollywood, Wolfman, Slider, and Iceman in their bunk room with some “medicinal” alcohol after saving the SS Layton*
Slider: You’re telling me you’ve never broken the sound barrier? Not even on accident?
Maverick: Nope. I’ve stolen a jet and buzzed seven towers now but I have never broken the sound barrier
Merlin: How do you accidentally break the sound barrier???
Hollywood: It’s a lot easier to do than you’d think
Wolfman: What about you Iceman? Ever accidentally broken the sound barrier?
Slider: Who do you think he is, some amateur? He would never break the sound barrier on accident
Iceman: Yeah, I only ever break the sound barrier on purpose
Maverick: *chokes on his drink*
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justsomuchhacking · 2 months ago
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So like another thing about the transgender mecha discourse is like... the mech can be a metaphor for empowerment and an extension of the customizable self, but specifically for transfemmes the metaphor also works in the other direction!
The mech is safe. And it is familiar, and you have gotten used to controlling it. You are told that your highest purpose is violence, but that's not true about you, though it might be true of the mech.
The mech is safe. It is many layers of cold steel and machinery between you and the world. When people see the mech, they see power and strength. But you will have to crawl out of it if you wish to be seen and known by your name, instead of your callsign*.
The mech is safe. It does not take courage to pilot - it takes courage to leave. Anonymous, stoic violence in a shell that is not your body vs the horrifying ordeal of crawling out of a numb pile of metal and hoping people will love the weird-looking girl who is a little unused to socializing. On account of all the mech-piloting.
Anyway if I was going to write transgender mecha fiction the robot would be the closet. War is hell, truth is life, get out of the fucking robot, girl, and live!
Other small things I would include in an anti-war transgender mecha story:
"Why did you stop being a mecha pilot? You were so good at it!"
Patriarchal military industrial complex discovers trans people are just better at using the weird neural mech piloting interface. This plays out as badly as you'd expect.
"cis" pilot who has an unusually high sync with the mecha and the veteran pilots who Definitely Know.
Nothing good ever happens as a result of mecha battles and the reader should start to feel anxious about which beloved character Isn't Going To Be The Same after this one.
This would of course be very difficult to pull off in a way that's like... as fundamentally entertaining as giant robot fights where the giant robot is a metaphor for personal agency and the power of the individual, where a very traumatized trans girl incinerates mecha hitler with a blue-and-pink laser beam she got from self-actualizing. I recognize that my version is harder to make and definitely not for everyone. But I think it should be made. Both should be made!
*historical note here about callsigns - in fiction people choose their own but in the military these are chosen for you by your unit - and if yours is cool it usually means that your unit thinks you're a dweeb. If you try to make people use a callsign you chose for yourself, there is no doubt at all about whether you are a dweeb. So for me a callsign is a terrible stand-in for a true name. Knowing this fact ruins movies, because every Cool Callsign Protagonist makes you think "Iceman? Oh, he definitely got caught masturbating in the walk-in freezer".
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the-offside-rule · 11 months ago
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Kimi Raikkonen (Lotus Era) - Melting the Iceman
Requested: yes
Prompt: 31) "I think I may be falling in love with you."
Warnings: none
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Kimi stood looking out of his pit box at the dozens of people standing outside in the hot Bahrain sun. While it looked as though the iceman was lost in thought, while his engineer stood chatting with him, that was far from what was going through his mind. Although yes, his engineer was speaking to him, his focus was instead on the lovely Y/n, a reporter based in England that had caught his eye last season and was by far his favourite person to be interviewed by. Sometimes she could just tell he didn't want to do press and didn't push him for answers and instead faced the consequences by her employers.
Her lovely smile seemed to light up the whole paddock, moreso than any lights that lit up the track. He had it. He needed to tell her, but how? Without making it so awkward? He began walking over towards her. The camera shutters grew louder with each step he walked towards her. Dozens of people were about to capture the exact moment the Kimi Raikkonen was going to confess his love. He coughed gently, catching her attention. "Oh, sorry guys, can we cut the cameras for a quick second?" She asked the crew politely before turning her full attention back to Kimi.
"Ah, Kimi. Is there anything I can do for you?" Y/n smiled as Kimi walked up to her in his usual Lotus gear. "I think I may be falling in love with you." He blurts out. Her smile fades slightly upon his words, that worried Kimi gravely. He awaited her response but was instead faced with silence. Whilst he generally took silence we'll, this was not goinghow he expected it to....but to be fair, he didn't didn't know what to expect. "Way to be blunt." She muttered. Kimi didn't move. Maybe he couldn't. A small smile played on Y/n's lips. "I never imagined the 'Iceman' being so candid. But I appreciate the honesty." Kimi continued on. "I'm not good with words, but I want to get to know you better. So, if possible can we exchange numbers?"
Y/n chuckled, taking out her phone and handing it to the driver. "Sure, Kimi. Let's see where this goes." He smiles and begins typing in his digits, before handing the phone back and smiling. "I'll call you later, Kimi. Sound good?" Kimi nodded. "Perfect." He replied plainly. "Good luck with your show." He smiled softly. "And good luck with the weekend." Y/n smiled right back. Kimi pocketed his phone and returned to the garage. The Lotus crew looked at him confused. "Love struck?" Kimi turned to see his teammate Heikki looking at him, an amused. "Shut up." He mumbled. "So that is a yes?" Kimi shrugged. "Maybe." As Kimi walked away, he couldn't help but smile to himself. He was going to finally get to know Y/n better. Who knows? Maybe this could go further and better than he expected.
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fangedxnight1836 · 2 months ago
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Characters of the day:
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The Flags!! - From Stormbringer.
They were a youth “benefits” society featured within the Port Mafia. They were all successful candidates to become the next executives. They were described as being equal or better than Chuuya. Originally called the “Young People’s association”, with all members being aged 25 or younger.
Piano man
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Some facts about him:
Leader of the flags
Eldest in the group
Clothes are always black and white
The one who invited Chuuya to be in the organisation
The only person who was good at dealing with the super-bills of the mafia
uses an electric carbon steel piano wire gun which is where he got his nickname
HC’s:
He has a delayed reaction when it comes to people telling him jokes.
He has a lot of blackmail when it comes to all the members of the flags (including Chuuya).
As the leader of the group he makes people do all his work and when they say no he pouts while showing his blackmail.
He has a swear jar which only gets filled by albatross and Chuuya.
Lippmann
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Some facts about him:
Described as being very attractive, appealing to both genders.
His job was very important as he is the point of negotiation between the port mafia and the public
He is a movie star with “crazed fans all over the world”
His ability directly reacted with the attackers murderous intent, impossible to kill him quietly.
HCs
He’s literally the biggest diva alive ((´Д` ))
Everyone loves him in the group.
He is the best judge of character and everyone asks him for advice. He says his favourite movie is the notebook but it’s actually all his own movies.
He is the best dressed, and is never caught lacking or having a bad hair day.
Albatross
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Some facts about him:
Chuuya and him live in the same “luxurious apartment complex”.
He drags Chuuya out from his room to various battlefields with different transport methods each time. This annoys Chuuya
The flag which is the closest to Chuuya. (Chuuya does have friends, other than what people usually depict him as)
Good at using different vehicles and was trusted by the mafia to use them, in battle. Gave Chuuya his bike after he died 😭. (The pink one).
Some HC’s:
He often influences Chuuya in joining him on some daily pranks to annoy people.
He creates random cuss words to say at people.
He can skate board.
He and Chuuya bully Doc and iceman replacing their wardrobe with each others .
Doc
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Some facts about him:
He has saved and deliberately taken around 800 lives,
Among the Port Mafias medical team, he was the best.
His goal was to get closer to God by saving 2 million people, which is why he joined the Mafia. He is waiting for a large scale conflict to allow him to save those lives.
He got his doctorate in Medical science from North America.
Some HC’s:
If he were to be alive or born in a different time line, the show human earthworm in Jujutsu Kaisen would be one of his favourites.
I fear he has insomnia.
He and Ice man rant all the time together.
He scares Chuuya with random over exaggerated incidents people had coming to get healed from him and how he needs to be careful and the battlefield.
Iceman
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Some facts about him:
Second eldest in the group
Doesn’t have an ability
Hitman who uses objects around himself to finish the job, not using an ability or weapons
Has a physical constitution which allows him to sense when an ability is activated nearby
Known as a man of the shadows
His kill ratio is higher than that of ability combat users
Some HC’s:
He shows up to Doc for no reason, just to complain.
Ice man has the best drinks stashed in his room. (Gatekept)
His most painful experience other than battling Verlaine was probably stepping on Lego.
He’s a chill guy fr.
He’s good at pool and often shows off.
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lovemadethemdoit · 2 years ago
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Hangster FIC RECS (complete fics only!) 🤠💘🐓
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There are some high-quality long fics in this fandom and I’m sharing my faves with you because I’m nice (and selfish and want these authors to write more fics, duh.). Promise me one thing though? If you read a fic off my list and love it? Leave a comment for the author. They’ll be PSYCHED and write more. Possibly.
Okay, let’s go. More than 30 hangster fics for you to read. 😍😍😍
Under the cut. Feel free to reblog this post far and wide to energize this fandom, too!
********* wanting (18641 words) by bottledyarn
Additional Tags: Angst, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Internalized Homophobia, Pining, Banter, Slow Burn, Getting Together, First Kiss, Suicidal Thoughts, Jake "Hangman" Seresin Needs a Hug, Canon Timeline, Canon Compliant, POV Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Emotionally Repressed, 5+1 Things, Sort Of, 6+2 things, Jake can't emote and I can't count, Character Study
Summary:
Six times Jake Seresin assumes Bradley Bradshaw is something he can want but can't have, and how he learns the truth.
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Jake Seresin is very good at a few things. Flying, obviously. Pissing people off. Wanting things he can't have.
But he's never been very good at dealing with Bradley Bradshaw.
During the mission, Jake is just trying his best to be better.
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hold me through the shakes (7477 words) by spiritsontheroof
Additional Tags: Hurt Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Mentally, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Post-Canon, Pining Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Exes, Getting Back Together, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Nightmares, Canon-Typical Violence, it's like. lightly discussed, Angst with a Happy Ending
Summary:
Bradley spills hot coffee on his hand three days into their post-mission leave.
It’s not until he can’t get the bandage over the blister that he realizes his hands are shaking.
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I Long For You (To Hold Me Ardently) (10265 words) by perishablealex
Additional Tags: POV Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Canon Compliant, Light Angst, Pining, Kinda?, Smut, Getting Together
Summary:
“We don't have to talk about it.” His eyes dart away from Bradley’s face, afraid that they will betray just how much he wants to talk about it, that they will reveal the vulnerability Jake feels in that moment, caught in a momentary suspension of time. The moment feels unreal with the golden light pouring over piano tiles long forgotten in his childhood, the man at his side that feels close enough to reach but not quite hold, the way that time stretches like molasses, sweet yet torturously slow and thick.
“I think we should, don’t you?”
Or: Rooster and Hangman sleep together after the mission without realizing that it may not have been meaningless for either of them.
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No One Can Find The Rewind Button (71073 words) by FabuMazX
Additional Tags: Mpreg, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Slow Burn, Accidental Pregnancy, Mentions of miscarriage, IceMav are the best granddads
Summary:
It was only one night. But that's all it takes, isn't it?
Bradley and Jake are on good terms since the mission. Friends even. But they're not together, not like that. So why the universe decided to force them together with an unexpected surprise is anybody's guess.
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something to be sheltered (19075 words) by MayWilder
Additional Tags: Found Family, Post-Mission, Meet the Family, Beau "Cyclone" Simpson is a Softie, Jake "Hangman" Seresin Needs a Hug, Jake "Hangman" Seresin Has Daddy Issues, Married Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Temporary, no beta we die like goose, Father-Son Relationship, Light Angst
Series: Part 2 of Feels Like Home
Summary:
“My wife has asked that you join us for dinner tomorrow night,” Beau says carefully.
“Your wife, sir?” Jake’s brow furrows. “Why would she like to meet me?”
“She thinks its important that my mentee sees a healthy work-life balance.”
“I’m your mentee?” Jake teases, smirking lightly. “And you talk about me enough that your wife wants to meet me?”
“You can continue to be a pain in my ass,” Beau sighs, looking up at the ceiling. “Or, you can take the offer of a free dinner with a beautiful and intellectually stimulating woman.”
“Oh, I definitely want to see this side of Cyclone,” Jake grins. “Domesticated.”
“You’re bordering on impertinence.”
“Me? Never.”
“Let’s go back to when you respected me and my position.”
Jake appears to settle down, but only slightly. He clears his throat and squares his shoulders. “I’d be honored to attend dinner with your family, Admiral. Just tell me a date and time.”
*** or, Beau Simpson didn't mean to adopt a fully grown naval aviator, but, you know; shit happens.
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flames look beautiful (if you forget what they can do) (8359 words) by Ravens_Words
Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Protective Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Protective Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Protective Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Idiots in Love, Getting Back Together, Background Relationships, Hints at IceMav, Hints at BobNix
Summary:
Bradley Bradshaw returns to consciousness with a gasp, hand going to his side, where a searing pain makes itself known.
  "-ster, hey," Jake snaps, holds his face in both hands and forces him to look his way, "breathe."
  Bradley does as he's told, as painful as it is, and his vision clears somewhat. Jake's crouched beside him, concern etched on his face, and what happened comes back to him in flashes.
  The mission going sideways at every possible turn, seeing Jake's plane get shot down in the sky, the less than smooth emergency landing in the woods that followed.
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Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away? (48614 words) by LoveMadeThemDoIt
Additional Tags: Jake Seresin Has Daddy Issues, Homophobia, Emotional Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Found Family, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Jake POV, Bradley POV, Protective Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Protective Javy “Coyote” Machado, Protective Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Self-Denial, Jake “Hangman” Seresin Needs A Hug, Threats of Violence, Blackmail, Homophobic Slurs, Dissociation, Training Accidents, Jake is in the hospital at some point but he’ll be fine, Bradley makes sure Jake gets sleep, navy inaccuracies, Closeted Character, a dusting of IceMav, Beau „Cyclone“ Simpson is a softie, First Time, Anal Sex, Bottom Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Post-Canon, Gay Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bisexual Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake "Hangman" Seresin Has Bad Parents, Angst, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Self-Worth Issues, Happy Ending, Slow Burn, the movie plot is maybe three paragraphs at the beginning but this is POST-CANON
Summary:
Jake has no illusions he’ll come back from this mission. He’s the best fighter pilot the Navy has got on staff and this is not his ego talking. He’ll fly the mission, and it’ll be a shit show, because none of them have even managed to fly the simulation in the way they need to.
In his weaker moments, Jake wonders if his father is how he’s gotten this gig.
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baby, I'm howlin' for you (87473 words) by hangmanbradshaw
Additional Tags: Werewolves, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Supernatural Elements, Full Shift Werewolves, think teen wolf meets twilight meets vampire diaries, Vampires, Witches, Werewolf Hunters, it's got all the things, they can shift but any romance stuff happens as humans fyi, Slow Burn, POV Alternating, Protective Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Possessive Behavior, also there's alphas and stuff but it's not abo, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Arranged Marriage, kind of, Also this takes place in like a medieval setting a la game of thrones, rut but not the sexy kind more the cuddly kind, Hand Jobs, Smut, Mating Bites, Accidental Voyeurism, Kinda, Top Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Bottom Jake "Hangman" Seresin
Summary:
His smirk widened. He may not have been happy about this, but he could appreciate that Bradley gave as good as he got. “I am good, Rooster. I’m very good.”
Bradley stared at him, expression battling between annoyance and what appeared to be a slight amount of amusement and intrigue. Jake continued, “Say, how does a werewolf get the nickname Rooster anyhow?”
Bradley raised an eyebrow. “That’s none of your business.”
Or
The Wolves & Foxes AU
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When you're ready (45445 words) by The_Splendid_Wren
Additional Tags: I know you all saw it too, Idiots in Love, Hangman is actually not a dick, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Rooster POV, Father-Son Relationship, Maverick is just trying to make Goose proud, Phoenix is a bro, Lots of staring into the scenery, Eventual Smut, Finally I have a reason to obsess over Top Gun again, References to Canon, Post-Canon, did i mention Hangman is a momma's boy?, not beta read we die like men, Slow Burn, Homophobic Language, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Therapy is good for everyone
Summary:
After the suicide-mission-that-wasn't the pilots of TOP GUN go their separate ways to enjoy a much earned week of leave. Rooster is set to spend his time with Maverick in an attempt to rekindle their familial relationship but it gets complicated when unresolved trauma from nearly dying keeps him from truly opening up. With a host of other issues like his unknown next assignment and his feelings for a rival paralyzing him, he truly has no idea how he ends up at the Seresin ranch house in Austin, Texas with the object of his desires right in front of him.
Or, Rooster is suffering PTSD and his friends and family try to help him. Whether that's getting therapy or confessing his very deeply buried feelings remains to be seen.
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I will love you, dear, forever (17574 words) by FlowersOnMyMind
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Alpha Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Explicit Sexual Content, Jake loves Bradley so much, Dagger Squad, Found Family, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Pining, mentioned icemav - Freeform, brief bobnix, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Pining Jake
Summary:
"Do you have someone to take care of you?" Jake asks.
"Are you offering, Seresin?"
"Are you asking, Bradshaw?"
or
Jake and Bradley help each other through their ruts and heats.
Jake pines.
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You Love Him, and No One Else (50269 words) by Sceld
Additional Tags: Pining, LIKE TOO MUCH, Mutual Pining, Sharing a Bed, just a collection of tropes because I Am Cringe, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Mostly Fluff, Internalized Homophobia, oh yeah and lots of it, very gay, derogatorily, Family Issues, Idiots in Love, idiots in general honestly, i hate it too don't worry, First Dates, but unofficially, Bad Cooking, Meeting the Parents, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Past Child Abuse, not graphic though, Slow Burn, First Kiss, Baking, Hopeful Ending
Summary:
“I’ve got it,” Jake offers, holding his hand out, but Rooster only tuts disappointedly.
“What kind of host would I be if I made you carry your own bag?”
Jake blanks on a response, his mouth twisting into a smile without his permission. Rooster turns to where Jake can now see the Bronco. Its engine is still running, and it’s warm inside when Jake closes the door behind him, clicking on his seatbelt by feeling along while he stares intently at the glove compartment in front of him, waiting while Rooster puts his bag in the boot. He doesn’t feel as weird as he thought he would, as he probably should. Every conflicting feeling from the F-14 is returning in waves. He’s helpless to resist the pull of the tide. It’s terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
 or;
Jake's apartment floods and his only other option is to stay with the last person in the world he wants to spend time with. Shenanigans ensue.
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there's money for the taking (and the happiness we all deserve) (64769 words) by thegeckbros
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Sugar Daddy, Age Difference, it's 10ish years, Past Drug Addiction, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Angst with a Happy Ending, Power Dynamics, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Casual Sex, author built a very elaborate world for like no reason, Tags May Change, Humor, or at least i like to hope, Explicit Sexual Content, Daddy Kink, like it’s a sugar DADDY au so it comes w the territory but still it’s there and it’s heavy
Summary:
“So, what, one of the richest dudes in New York wants to be your sugar daddy?”
“Kinda?” Jake sits back up, straightening up and turning his body towards Javy. “He doesn’t want like sex or anything. He just needs someone to pretend to date so his uncle and PR team get off his back about his reputation.”
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a sugar daddy au in which jake is a struggling law student, bradley's a billionaire, and they weave a tangled web
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Speak Softly, Love (67000 words) by Renai_chan
Additional Tags: Mafia AU, Iceman is a Mob Boss, Bradley is his heir, Icemav adore Jake, goose and carole are alive because i said so, Violence, Blood and Injury, tags to be updated as I go, Tattoos, Suit Kink, Lingerie, Rimming, Polyglot Bradley, Gun Violence, Revenge
Summary:
Jake leaves behind his crappy life in Texas and moves to California. There, he meets Bradley, a gorgeous man who works at a charity helping the homeless. They fall in love, and everything is sunshine and rainbows until he learns that Bradley is, in fact, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, heir to the empire of his godfather, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, who rules the underbelly of Los Angeles with ice-cold ruthlessness. Suddenly, Jake find himself embroiled in the dangers of the LA Mafia
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Forever your begonia (17576 words) by MerielTLA
Additional Tags: Idiots in Love, Enemies to Lovers, Secret Crush, Secret Admirer, Flowers, Language of Flowers, Jake "Hangman" Seresin is a Little Shit, Texan Jake "Hangman" Seresin, no beta we die like goose, Jake needs some romance in his life, Rooster is bad at feelings, unrequired required love, Emotional Constipation, This came out of nowhere, don´t blame me, Ice is alive, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky Lives
Summary:
“This is not for me.” Mickey grinned like a fucking maniac as he held out a small envelope for everyone to see, pointing at the signature in it.
Jake.
The blond felt his world tilt as he frowned at the offending four letters of his name. What. The. Fuck. He pulled the card away from the other´s hand as he looked at the fancy lettering in horrified amazement.
“Oh my GOD! Bagman has an admirer?!” Paybay yelled
or
Jake Hangman Seresin had never gotten flowers...until he did.
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hanging on to ambiguity
(34033 words) by
haridwar
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Lifeguard Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Surfer Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, First Aid, Head Injury, Mutual Pining, Protective Javy "Coyote" Machado, Protective Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Miscommunication, they're bad at talking again, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV Multiple, Breaking Up & Making Up, Implied/Referenced Sex, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky Lives, Married Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Drunkenness, drunk Jake is a mess, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace is So Done, Hurt Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Jake "Hangman" Seresin Has Daddy Issues, Parental Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Unhealthy Relationships, you might not like Bradley in this one (but you can still love him), Hospitalization, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hopeful Ending, everyone gets therapy
Summary:
an accident on the beach, a lifeguard to the rescue, and the repercussions of an unexpected reunion
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it seemed so natural, darling, that you and I are here (20181 words) by haridwar
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Pilot Bradley Bradshaw, Las Vegas Wedding, Accidental Marriage, Drunken Shenanigans, Memory Loss, the inherent awkwardness of having a crush on the guy you're married to, Javy "Coyote" Machado is a Good Friend, Bradley gets his own Javy to hang out with, Sexual Content, Jealous Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, POV Alternating
Summary:
“Did we really do this?” Bradley asked. It was the first thing he had said since Jake’s brainwave and Jake was not a fan of how upset he sounded. “Are we- did we get married?”
or: what happens in Vegas...
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you were almost too much for me (9648 words) by haridwar
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Alternate Universe - Bodyguard, Bodyguard Bradley, Past Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Returning Home, Post-Break Up, Love Confessions, Jealous Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Wealthy Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Arguing, Reconciliation, Hopeful Ending
Summary:
Jake’s ex works for his father and that complicates things when he heads back home after The Mission ***
Men Like Us (41265 words) by DancingDisaster
Additional Tags: Breaking Up & Making Up, Getting Back Together, All aboard the Bradshaw-Seresin Shitshow Extravaganza, Idiots in Love, Ice Lives By Popular Demand, A romantic dramedy about two Idiot Flyboys
Summary:
Seresin men love with reckless abandon. It’s put every man before him in the ground.
Jake refuses to be buried.
He flies like he has nothing left to lose (he doesn’t), a one man army (he is), leaving everyone else in the dust (so they don’t leave him). Admiral Kazansky claps him on the shoulder, says he expects great things from him, and Jake’s smile is feral as the rest of his flight school cohort looks on in disbelief.
Hangman, they all say, like Jake’s entire personality was a long con, and he ranks first in class.
Rooster doesn’t look at all.
(They've got history spanning the better part of a decade and they are absolutely, positively not over it.)
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like shooting stars (12737 words) by bottledyarn
Additional Tags: Fluff, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Anxious Jake "Hangman" Seresin, POV Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Texas, Texan Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Domestic Fluff, First Kiss, Getting Together, Soft Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Post-Canon, Just a little pretend relationship, as a treat, Only One Bed
Summary:
“Well," the gate agent said. "Only uniformed military members and their spouses can board priority, but—”
“That works out,” Bradshaw said, his voice tinny and distant in Jake's ringing ears. “Because this is my fiancé.”
If Jake hadn’t been able to choke down a piece of toast this morning, he thought he might be light-headed enough to just pass out right then and there.
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Jake is trying to fly home for Thanksgiving and not have a panic attack on the airplane. Bradley is trying to skip town and spend the holiday in a mountain cabin to distract from another Thanksgiving alone. Between the two of them, they might both get where they need to go.
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learning steps (20530 words) by vannral
Additional Tags: Friendship, Getting Together, Oblivious Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Idiots in Love, Pining, POV Outsider, Instructor!Bradley, Teaching, Protective Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Students, Reunions, Eventual Sex, Happy Ending
Summary:
”So, an instructor?”
A straight hit. Bradley shifts uncomfortably on the leather seat and clears his throat. ”… Yeah.”
In which Bradley becomes an instructor after the mission, Jake keeps showing up to his classes and his students are very curious about their dynamic.
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unsportsmanlike conduct (16871 words) by ginnydear
Additional Tags: alternative universe, NFL, Enemies to Lovers, Bickering, Minor Injuries, Sexual Content, tweets as a plot device, everyone's alive because I say so
Summary:
He didn’t expect there to be highlight reels of him and Jake Seresin arguing and jawing at each other after their first game against each other. His Uncle Mav’s recorded it, saying it’s the beginning of his long, successful career - to have a rival.
 Bradley thinks it’s a pain in the ass.
 or - the hangster nfl au
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one foot left, and then we're going down swinging (15944 words) by SaintClaire
Additional Tags: Dagger Squad, I put Hangman through the washing machine, but he's fine he comes back out, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky Lives, this is my sand pit, Found Family, life affirming kissing but everyone's pants stay on, for now, attempted abuse of barnyard poultry (not by Hangman), the horse lives, uhhh I don't think this is whump because I kiss it better, but if not let me know, damn good piloting skills, everyone has emotions
Summary:
“I’m still here.” he says, because it helps Bradley to be reminded sometimes. For all he’ll mouth off about Jake never shutting up, the sound of Jake’s voice can get him to drop the rigid set of his shoulders and relax, sit a little easier in the cockpit. “Still on your wing, Roo, just a little further away than normal.”
Jake gets shot down on a mission, tracker blown to smithereens and on his own in enemy territory. The thing about Hangman is that he might be a damn good pilot but that means he comes with the bloody-mindedness to see his shit through. He's got a family to get back to.
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all my roads lead back to you (17094 words) by liadan14
Additional Tags: Secret Relationship, Secret Marriage, nonchronological storytelling, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw Needs A Hug, Jake Seresin Needs A Hug, Communication via interior design, Accidental Marriage, the inherent romanticism of joint financial decisions, Alternate Universe: they weren't exes during the movie, they were just very bad at being a couple, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Size Kink, Jake pavlovs Bradley into having a size kink, just trust me on that last one, outsider pov, Relationship Reveal, Polyamory Negotiations, implied threesome, Implied past Icemav, Current Mav/Penny, Maverick about extremely unhealthy relationships: it was acceptable in the 80s, Penny and Bob are vying for the only braincell in the team championship
Summary:
“Where does this leave us?” Bradley asks eventually.
Jake snorts. “In what way?”
Bradley shrugs. “I don’t know. Emotionally, physically. Legally.”
Jake thinks he might be dizzy. He hasn’t drunk that much tonight, but he has been wondering about the answers to that question for a long time. Finally talking about it…it barely even feels real. “Let’s start with the last one,” he says. “That sounds like the easiest part.”
“Well,” Bradley says gamely. “Legally speaking, I think we’re, like, one piece of paper away from being married.”
***
never had a heart to mend (3735 words) by un_familiar
Additional Tags: Miscommunication, Cheating, (but not really i swear), Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstandings, sorry this took a month to write thats embarrassing, Post-Canon, what do you call pining when youre already dating them, sorry about this (lying)
Summary:
Bradley won’t stop looking at him with concern, laying kisses on his bare back and asking softly, “Are you okay,” until Jake wants to scream You know what you’re fucking doing to me, but he can’t or he won’t and he’s never felt this helpless in his life. The best he can manage is a soft, “Just tired,” turning back into Bradley’s embrace and thinking God, just let me keep this.
***
of a feather (2501 words) by lilgreyarea
Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Halloween, Trick or Treating, Fluff, Post-Canon, Getting Together, (kinda), idk it’s just cute fluffy nonsense
Summary:
jake and his three-year-old daughter, sophie, run into bradley while trick-or-treating
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The death of piece of mind (27595 words) by MerielTLA
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky Lives, Rooster is bad at feelings, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Amnesia, I blame the title song, Protective Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Injured Rooster, no beta we die like goose, Miscommunication, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, It was supposed to be heavier but it evolved on its own, Hangster, sereshaw, IceMav, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon
Summary:
Last time he had seen Jake, had been fourteen months ago. More than a year since Bradley had escaped, like a coward, and had completely lost contact with the man his body missed with a strength that terrified him. The man that had been there for him as he had woken up, disoriented and scared. The man that had taken care of him, as he fought against his ruined leg and a fucked-up mind.
The one he had abandoned, at the first chance he got.
The man that was his husband, the one he didn’t remember.
 Or Bradley left after losing his memory and forgetting his relationship with Jake, but now he has begun to remember and it's time to get his hubby back. ***
How do you like your coffee? (23355 words) by WaffleToaster
Additional Tags: Memory Loss, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Accidents, Falling In Love, Idiots in Love, Fluff and Smut, Sex, Established Relationship, Developing Relationship, Injury Recovery, Tooth-Rotting Fluff
Summary:
Javy receives the first call after Jake makes an emergency landing on the tarmac and Bradley has to deal with the complications that arise.
“Do we get along now?”
“We do, yes. We’re.. good friends.”
“That’s good. Cause you seem like a nice guy, Rooster.” ***
lover be good to me (18920 words) by haridwar
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Baker Bradley, Long-Distance Relationship, Birthday Fluff, like literally so much of it, this one is super birthday centric, Strangers to Lovers, Married Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, as per usual, Parental Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, POV Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Soft Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Implied Sexual Content, Sex Toys, Relationship Reveal
Summary:
Jake picks a random coffee shop to go be pensive in when he receives a birthday card he doesn't want and things turn out better than he ever could have imagined
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you hang me up, unfinished (with the better part of me no longer mine)
(13140 words) by un_familiar
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Getting Together, Romance, Eventual Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Character Study, javy is the best friend ever, POV Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Jealousy, eventually, complete and total abuse of italics, Pining, the absolute minimum research went into this, do not look too closely at it!, Jake Is A Menace All Of The Time, javy and natasha are sick of them!, Miscommunication, Eventual Fluff
Summary:
There are a million things standing between Jake Seresin and his soulmate–gender, Jake’s tendency to overthink and run his mouth, the fact that his soulmark is high up on his ribs, hidden, the bruises his dad leaves, but the biggest one is probably the simple fact that he has no idea how to love. ***
Got to Make It on My Own (14196 words) by Renai_chan
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Bradley, Omega Jake, Alpha Javy, Accidental Bonding, Drunk Sex, Ex-Somethings, One Night Stands, The Inherent Dubiousness of ABO, Platonic Sex, Javy is the BEST Bro, Marking, Biting, Bonding, Being an asshole as a coping mechanism, Jealous Bradley, Knotting, Idiot Men who Don't Communicate, Angst, Happy Ending
Summary:
Jake and Bradley spend one night together under the heavy, heavy influence of alcohol. It does not go well. But it goes worse for Jake than it does for Bradley because he wakes up with a bonding bite and his new alpha nowhere to be found.
When they're recalled for a special training detachment eight years later, Jake finds out that Bradley doesn't remember giving him the bite at all and Bradley finds out about it for the first time.
It still does not go well. ***
the long way home (5982 words) by nocturnelight
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Post-Canon, Parental Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Parental Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky & Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Raise Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky Lives, Married Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Established Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Jake "Hangman" Seresin Needs a Hug, Healing, Therapy, And love communicated through scrambled eggs
Summary:
Jake and Bradley had come in late last night and settled into the guest room of Maverick and Iceman’s beach house. Jake had driven them both up at Pete and Tom’s insistence after Mav’s voice on the phone and Jake’s hand running up and down his back hadn’t been enough to get Bradley to stop shaking when he’d woken up screaming from a nightmare.
He's hoping being there will be good for Bradley, maybe finally get him to talk about how he's been feeling. Because Bradley's the one who's bottling everything up.
And Jake is perfectly fine. He swears.
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callsign-dexter · 9 months ago
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"Wait....What?!"
Request: I have been wondering how chicks uncles and aunts would react to her bringing a boy home. (It’s okay if you don’t want to
Pairings: Y/N Bradshaw-Seresin x OC!Mason Floyd, Bradley Bradshaw x Daughter!Reader, Jake Seresin x Daughter!Reader, Bradley Bradshaw x Jake Seresin, Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw x Carole Bradshaw, Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky
Warnings: swearing, fluff
Our Little Girl
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A/N: Thank you @callsignblaze for requesting this and I'm so sorry for getting it out soooo late!
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You and Mason have been dating for a week now. You both had confessed your feelings to one another shortly after he met you on the beach. The first two people to find out about you and Mason were your fathers, Jake and Bradley. This is just because they had been standing in the kitchen watching out the window and saw you both kiss. Of course, at first, they were against it but they couldn’t have asked for anyone better for you to date, Mason was a Floyd after all they knew how to treat their loved ones and how to take care of them. Just because they had met him doesn't mean that they didn't want to still interrogate him. 
You and Mason had just gotten back from a date and he had just dropped you off. He had walked you to the door and kissed you before turning and leaving. He sat in his truck and made sure you got in safely before he took off and once inside and staring out the window he left. You hadn't noticed that your parents were standing in the door with a cheesy grin on their face. “Have him over for dinner.” Jake said behind you and you jumped out of your skin. You turned around.
“Pops! You almost gave me a heart attack.” You said putting a hand over your heart. You were too busy looking out the window watching Mason leave that you forgot about them being there.
“Sorry, Sweets.” Jake said and you nodded.
“It's ok. Back to the dinner part. You already know him. He hasn't changed.” You said 
“We know him as your friend Mason Floyd but we don't know him as your boyfriend Mason Floyd.” Bradley said and it dawned on you.
“You both just want to interrogate him, don't you?” You said with a signature Seresin smirk on your face they both blushed. They knew they had been caught.
“Yes.” They both said at the same time.
“Fine. I'll invite him over tomorrow night.” You said and they nodded “I'm gonna go shower and change then I'll meet you two down here for a movie and snacks.” You said even though you had just eaten with Mason.
“But we love you just the way you are.” Jake said, matching your smirk and you rolled your eyes.
“You know what I meant.” You said and pushed him playfully and walked off. As you got to your room you pulled out your phone and sent a text off to him.
Dad and Pops know about us. They want you to come over and ‘meet’ you.
Mason 'My Forever' Floyd: Meet me? They know me. 
Yes, I know. They said and I quote “We know him as your friend Mason Floyd but we don't know him as your boyfriend Mason Floyd.”
Mason 'My Forever' Floyd: Omg that's funny. When?
Tomorrow night.
Mason 'My Forever' Floyd: I'll be there.
This is going to be a disaster.
Mason 'My Forever' Floyd: No, it won't. It'll be fun and fine. Don't stress over it. 
You always know what to say. I'll text you when I go to bed.
Mason 'My Forever' Floyd: Looking forward to it. You have a fun movie night with them.
You chuckled and shook your head. He knew that the three of you had a movie night together most nights. You put your phone on charge and then got things for your shower. Once your shower was done you got dressed, grabbed your phone and headed downstairs where your dads were already queuing up a movie. “What are we watching?” You asked.
“The Proposal.” Bradley said as he finished getting the movie ready. Snacks and drinks were already on the coffee table. 
“I love that movie!” You exclaimed excitedly and walked over to the couch and snuggled into Jake and he welcomed it. They both chuckled. 
“We know. We love it too.” Jake said as Bradley sat on the other side of you and now you were sandwiched between them. 
“That's why we put it on.” Bradley said stealing you from Jake.
“Hey!” He protested 
“She's my kid too.” Bradley said and you just chuckled. Soon the movie was starting and the three of you got comfortable. The night continued on watching movies until all three of you were nearly asleep and you decided to call it a night. All 3 of you said your goodnights and I love yous then you were heading to bed. Once in bed you pulled out your phone.
Just got into bed. I'm still dreading tomorrow night.
Mason 'My Forever' Floyd: It'll be fine. We're in this together, babe. Try and get some sleep and try not to fret about it. 
You always know what to say, one of the many reasons I fell in love with you. Goodnight.
Mason 'My Forever' Floyd: That's because you're my soul mate. Goodnight. 
You blushed furiously as you stared at the text and then you were putting your phone away and falling asleep.
The next day was a Saturday and you were thankful for that. Not much was done on Saturdays in the Bradshaw-Seresin household. Really nothing was done on the weekends to you three it was time away from working and going to school. You always looked forward to weekends. 
10 AM rolled around and you were rolling out of bed to the smell of food. Bradley and Jake were always up way too early and they usually did stuff together like workout before they started to wake you up and make breakfast. You started to walk downstairs and into the kitchen to see Jake by the stove and Bradley at the kitchen table on his phone and coffee by his side. He would occasionally step in and help Jake if he needed but the kitchen was left to Jake mostly. “Good morning, Honey.” Bradley said as Jake said “Good morning, Sweets.” That made you smile.
“Mornin’.” You said still not 100% awake. “Smells good.” You said coming to sit on the counter as your parents gave a look but you didn't make a move to get up instead you just smirked.
“So, is Mason still coming over tonight?” Jake asked as he flipped the waffles and you nodded.
“Yes, he is.” You said 
“Good.” He said and Bradley just smiled and chuckled.
“We just want you to be safe and make sure he's the right one for you.” Bradley said and you nodded with a sigh.
“I know but I just really like him.” You said getting a dreamy look in your eye and they smiled.
“You know your dad and I hated each other when we met.” Jake said 
“Really?” You asked and they nodded.
“It wasn't our first-time meeting or dating.” Bradley let it slip.
“Really?” You asked again, shocked and they nodded.
“We dated for a while and then it ended on bad terms. We didn't see each other for a while until we met again at Top Gun. It was very tense but then afterwards we got together, got married, and then decided to have you with the help of Dakota.” Jake said and everyone got sad when Dakota's name was mentioned. The rest of the day and afternoon leading up to the night was filled with you and your dads being together and having family time. You were shocked but it made so much sense. The rest of the morning and afternoon was spent as a family and having the best time together.
 It finally came time for supper and you were so nervous even though they already knew Mason but they would be meeting him as your boyfriend and not their best friend’s kid. You had texted Mason earlier to tell him to be there at 6 PM. When the time came, he was there at 6 PM on the dot. You went and opened the door and there he stood with your favorite flowers, roses, and a gift for Jake, and Bradley. “Hey you.” He said and kissed you and you kissed back.
“Hey you.” You repeated with a smile when you pulled away. You allowed him to come in and he handed you the flowers 
“Good evening, sirs.” Mason said and held out his hand to shake. If this was the first time, he was meeting them as your boyfriend he was going to make a good first impression. 
“Good evening, Mason. You know us so you can call us by our names.” Jake said and he nodded. You had gone to put the flowers in water. He then handed Jake and Bradley arrived and he handed them their gift. 
“I was going to give you individual gifts but since I can't buy alcohol I decided to do a joint gift.” He added a little nervously. They both looked at each other and smiled. They then looked at the gift. It was a 3D Crystal Photo that was etched with a picture of you, Jake, and Bradley. It was a younger you were on a horse and they were on either side of you, you were smiling and they were looking at you smiling. 
“How did you get this picture?” Bradley asked in awe.
“I had Y/N send me it when I asked for it for a gift idea.” He said 
“Did she know about this?” Jake asked and he shook his head. “It's really lovely. We love it.” and Bradley nodded. “Dinner is almost ready. The steaks just have a few more minutes to go.” Jake said as they walked into the kitchen after he put the picture on the space that looked out into the living room to the kitchen.
“Anything I can help with?” Mason asked
“Can you and Y/N set the table?” Bradley asked
“Yes.” You and Mason said at the same time and they smiled. You both went to work setting the table while Jake and Bradley went outside to check the steaks and pull them off the grill. You and Mason chatted and laughed while Jake and Bradley looked into the house smiling. 
“They’re perfect for each other.” Bradley said and Jake nodded.
“Yeah, they are.” Jake agreed and then they were pulling the steaks off and heading back inside. The table was set and Jake was setting the steaks in the middle of the table. “The potatoes and mac n’ cheese are on the stove.” He said and you both nodded as everyone got their steaks and then went to the stove. Once everyone was seated everyone began to eat. It was quiet at first but it wasn’t awkward. 
“This is really good.” Mason said and Jake and Bradley smiled.
“Thank you, the mac n’ cheese is an old family recipe and the mashed potatoes is also a recipe from Jake’s family.” Bradley said and Jake nodded. The rest of the night went off without a hitch and you were so glad about that. They did grill him pretty hard but he stayed calm and answered all the questions with ease. But the time it was time for him to leave it was just like you were hanging out with Mason and it didn't matter that he was your boyfriend. Everything was great. You walked him to the door.
“I'm sorry for all that.” You told him and he shook his head.
“Nonsense. It was great. Your dads love me and I love them.” He said reassuring you and you nodded. “Hey.” He said and you looked up at him. “I love you.” He said.
“I love you too.” You said back and then he kissed you and then he was leaving. You turned around and there was Jake and Bradley.
“We approve.” They said at the same time and you chuckled.
“Thank you.” You said 
“Anytime, Sweets.” Jake said as they brought you into a hug. 
A week later Mason was having you over for dinner as a sort of ‘get to know the parents as boyfriend and girlfriend’. “Hey mom and dad I'm gonna have my girlfriend over.” He said looking nervous.
“Oh, how lovely! I can't wait to meet her!” Judy said excitedly and hugged her son and he hugged back smiling. 
“That's great, Mase. I'm sure she's gonna be lovely.” Bob said smiling and Mason smiled.
“She is.” He said and so when he went up to his room, he texted you the details smiling.
******
“Hey I'm going over to Mason's for dinner tonight.” You said and they smiled.
“Let me guess to do the same thing we did to him?” Bradley asked and you nodded.
“I'm actually glad you're doing it this way. Yes, we already know him and Bob and Judy know you but it's nice.” Jake said and you smiled.
“We have to thank you guys for that.” You chuckled
“What time are you heading over there?” Bradley asked 
“He wants me there at 6:30 PM.” You replied “But I'm leaving a little early to grab flowers for Judy and things they like.” You said and they smiled. 
“Bob likes Sparkling Apple Cider. He had it at our wedding and fell in love with it. Penny has it on stock at The Hard Deck.” Jake said and you smiled.
“Thanks Pops.” You said “I should get going if I want to stop by the store and bookstore.” You said
“Bookstore?” Bradley asked and you nodded.
“There is a book Mason has been dying to get but never gets a chance to so I'm getting it for him.” You said blushing a little.
“That is so sweet.” Both Jake and Bradley said at the same time and you looked down. 
“I need to go.” You said and they nodded.
“Yes, go go.” They said ushering you out as you grabbed your wallet and keys to your Jeep. You got in and headed to the bookstore when you parked you walked in and knew exactly where to go. You smiled when you saw it, a copy of The Outsiders and you grinned ear to ear. You walked to pay for it and smiled at the friendly cashier woman, Martha.
“Are you getting this for Mason?” She asked and you nodded.
“That's so lovely. I'm glad you got the last copy of it.” She said 
“Thank you.” You said as you grabbed the back and began to walk out and as you opened the door you looked back “Have a nice day, Martha! I'll see you soon!” You said and she smiled.
“Anytime my dear. Have a good night. Tell Mason I said hi.” She said and you smiled.
“Will do.” You said and then left. You got in your Jeep and put the book in the passenger seat and headed to the grocery store. You were quick to park and walk in. You first grabbed the Sparkling Apple Cider and then an arrangement of Lilies, Daisies, Snapdragons, Alstroemerias, Gladiolus’, Orchids’ and Iris’. You might’ve gone overboard but you couldn't help yourself. Once you were done there you were heading to their place. You were quick to arrive and walked up the door and rang the doorbell and Mason opened it. “Hey, Martha says hi.” You said and he kissed you.
“Hi, when did you see her?” He asked 
“When I got your favorite book that you've been wanting.” You said and pulled it out. 
“Y/N/N thank you so much. I've been meaning to get this.” He said in awe.
“I know I got the last one.” You said and then kissed you and then he was bringing you in. 
“Mom. Dad. My girlfriend is here.” Mason said and here they came.
“Y/N you're his girlfriend?!” Judy said excitedly and you smiled and nodded. “Finally! I'm so happy!” She said and hugged you and you hugged back. 
“I'm so happy you're his girlfriend.” Bob said and hugged you once Judy released you.
“Oh Judy, these are for you.” You said and handed Judy her flowers.
“Oh Y/N/N these are amazing. Thank you so much. These are my favorites.” Judy said and you smiled as she kissed your cheek.
“Bob, these are for you.” You said as you handed him an 18 pack of Sparkling Apple Cider.
“Thank you so much. How did you know?” He asked, looking at you adoringly.
“Pops helped me with the idea. He said that you fell in love with it at their wedding and that Penny has it on stock at The Hard Deck. I also know you don't drink.” You said sheepishly.
“Thank you.” He said and hugged you and you hugged back. Judy had walked into the kitchen to finish dinner and to put the flowers away. About a minute later you, Bob, and Mason walked in. 
“Is there anything I can do?” You asked and she smiled sweetly at you. 
“You can help me with the rest of cutting the vegetables up and fixing the salad while the boys’ man the grill.” She said and you smiled and did just that. 
Soon dinner was ready and you 4 were sitting down to eat. They asked you questions but it wasn't as intense as your dads asked. It helped that they practically helped raise you. You stayed a little bit longer which they insisted that you didn’t need to but you insisted and then you watched a movie together. Once the movie was over Mason was walking you to your Jeep. “I think our parents are ok with us dating.” He chuckled and you nodded.
“I mean they practically did raise us from the start.” You chuckled
“I’m so glad you’re my girlfriend.” He said and you smiled.
“I’m so glad you’re my boyfriend.” You replied and he smiled and kissed you and you happily returned that kiss. Then you were pulling apart and getting in and heading home. He made sure you were out of the neighborhood safely before going back inside. When you got home you let him know it was only fair since he let you know he was home last time.
You and Mason had been dating for a month now and it was great. You honestly don’t know what took you guys so long to admit your feelings and just go for it but you’re glad you did. The Daggers would have a monthly BBQ. It was just a way for everyone to be themselves around each other without work and it was a way to make their squadron stronger even though they were a strong squadron. “How do you think I should introduce Mason as my boyfriend? I know they know him but you know.” You said as you guys were shopping for food the day before.
“Well, you could always say your boyfriend is coming over and then Mason shows up.” Bradley pitched and you thought about it.
“Yeah, that sounds like a good plan.” You and Jake said at the same time and Bradley chuckled.
“No denying you’re her father.” He chuckled 
“Hey there is no denying you’re her father too, Rooster.” Jake said, bringing out his callsign.
“Oh, you did not.” You and Bradley said at the same time in the same tone.
“See?” Jake asked, smirking. You both rolled your eyes “There it is again.” He chuckled and Bradley flipped him off which made you laugh. The rest of the shopping trip was spent playfully picking at each other and having fun. When you got back into the truck after helping load the groceries you texted Mason the plan and he was all for it and then you texted Bob and Judy and they too were all for it.  
The next day Jake and Bradley started early getting everything set up and cleaned up. When you got up around 10 AM you got yourself ready for the day and then started to help them out. Music was playing and you three made it fun instead of a chore. When everything was done and it was time for The Daggers to come over you guys were ready. They started to show up in pairs or by themselves. They greeted you and your dads and whoever was over at the time. Once everyone was settled and had drinks or food you broke the news. “Hey my boyfriend is coming over in a few minutes.” You said and tried to hide the knowing smile. 
“Oh, Baby Bradshaw-Seresin is dating?” Natasha smirked and you nodded. 
“Who is this mysterious boy?” Javy asked
“You'll find out soon.” You replied. Carole, Goose, Maverick, and Ice were there as well and they knew because you told them and boy were they excited. Goose had to be Goose and be all dramatic about saying ‘My Chick is growing up! She's dating! Next thing you know she's married and having kids! My heart can't take it!’ Everyone just chuckled but they knew he was right they didn't want you growing up too fast but once they found out it was Mason all that changed. They still didn't want you to grow up but they knew Mason would take good care of you.
“How long have you been dating?” Mickey asked 
“A month.” You replied with ease. 
“You're really not going to tell us?” Ruben asked and you shook your head pulling the Seresin smirk. It was a few minutes and everyone went back to themselves and then the doorbell rang.
“Oh, that's him! I'll go and get it!” You said and skipped off. You opened the door and there stood Mason and you kissed him while pulling him in.
“Do they know it's me?” He asked and you shook your head and chuckled “Well let's go and reveal it then.” He said and you grabbed his hand and walked out to the backyard.
“Oh hey, Mason! We're waiting for Y/N's boyfriend.” Natasha said and he looked at you and you smirked.
“Babe, are you cheating on me?” He asked, smirking so you can only see it. 
“On you? Baby not in a million years.” You said and kissed him and then it started to click in people's heads.
“Wait..... What?! No way! You're dating him! Finally! It's about time!” Javy said and ran up to you both and hugged you both and then he lightly hit you “Why wasn't I the first to know! I'm always the first to know!” He said with a hurt expression on his face and you chuckled.
“I know but we wanted some time to actually be a couple before telling people.” You explained and he nodded. He understood. “We really only told Dad, Pops, Bob, and Judy just because they're our parents. Then Goose, Grandma Carole, Grandpa Maverick and Grandpa Ice found out by accident.” You said and they nodded.
“I knew it all along. You two were too friendly with each other. Also, the way you gossiped all about him and were all gushy gushy about him I put two and two together. Also, I saw you two out and about holding hands and kissing.” She said smugly.
“How?” Jake said 
“They happened to be at the same restaurant I was at getting food.” She said with a shrug “Then I saw them going to ice cream and they were holding hands.” She said smirking and you and Mason were blushing and you hid into his neck and he cuddled you. 
“Aww look at them getting all cute!” Carole gushed and that made you go redder. 
“It's too cute!” Goose gushing with his wife. Ice and Maverick just smirked because they agreed with them. 
“No. Absolutely not. Our baby is growing up.” Mickey said in denial. 
“I won't allow it.” Mickey said, shaking his head. You and Mason laughed.
“I'm sorry guys but we really love each other.” You said and Mason nodded.
“No, not the ‘l’ word! I can't… I just can't.” Ruben said and turned away like he was fake crying and Mickey turned to him comforting him.
“I know. I know. Let it all out.” Mickey said and everyone just smiled because they knew they were putting on a show. Ruben turned around and took a breath. He looked at you both in each other's arms.
“Nope. I can't. I just-” He said and you both walked over and hugged him.
“Shhhh, I'm still you're Bunny. I'm still the same energized little girl, I just have a partner in crime now.” You said and he nodded. 
“I'm really happy for you guys. You both picked good ones.” Ruben said 
“They sure did.” Mickey added and joined in on the hug. Everyone was smiling. They were really happy you two had each other and like Ruben said you two picked good ones. Once Mickey and Ruben accepted it the night went on like nothing changed. Mason did get grilled with 20 questions even though they did know him but they just wanted to be sure. You weren't off the hook either, questions were thrown at you too but you answered them. 
The night ended and everyone was leaving. Bob and Judy stayed to help clean up because that's just who they are. You and Mason fell on the couch “Exhausted?” He asked and you nodded and laid your head on his shoulder.
“I'm glad they approve.” You said and he kissed your temple.
“We knew they would.” He said and you smiled.
“Yea I know.” You chuckled then both sets of parents came in.
“We're really so glad you're both dating.” Judy said and everyone nodded and you both smiled. 
“We love you guys. We just want you both to be safe.” Bob said and you both nodded.
“We will be.” You and Mason said.
“Thank you for telling us first.” Bradley said 
“It really meant a lot to us.” Jake said 
“We agreed that we would tell you guys first. You're important to us.” Mason said and you nodded and they smiled. They all hugged you and then left. Now it was you and Mason on the couch enjoying each other's embrace. Tonight, couldn't have gone any better and it was perfect, you both were just glad everyone approved. 
Everything was perfect.
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rei-ismyname · 2 months ago
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Marvel Voices: ICEMAN Highlights
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Love the style here, written and drawn by Luciano Vecchio. That introduction is on point, so I won't add to it further.
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It's set during the First Krakoan Age as Bobby deals with a lot of drama and tries to be happy. Very interesting that Bobby became more popular after terraforming Mars. It makes sense, but mutants usually get hate for any public actions.
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Bobby Drake is in what I call his Ice Twink phase, his jokes actually get better lol.
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Save the day, make out with the random guy. The crowd cheering them in the background is cute as hell.
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He's even got a squad of out gay dudes on Krakoa, or just hanging with two buddies at the Green Lagoon.
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Rictor and Northstar ask about his first love, Romeo, who will be showing up shortly. It's good that the age difference is mentioned with care - that has the potential to be handled very poorly.
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Conveniently, Bobby and Romeo run into each other while doing superhero stuff. They're the same age again and those feelings never went away. Romeo was also caught up in a time thingy - wandering different dimensions for 10 years on a mission for the Royal Inhumans.
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I LOVE that Iceman is invited to the Climate Action Summit. No shortcuts there, though he is capable of applying ice bandaids. If I was pitching a Krakoan era book it'd be built on the premise that mutants are a scientific and technological revolution, and Krakoa *should* be amazing news for every inhabitant of the world. They just need to co-operate/stop genociding them. Even the capitalists would be on board, hell especially the capitalists.
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Unfortunately Bobby's high is shattered by the news that his bigoted father died, having refused Krakoan medication. His mother's comment would be more valid if Krakoa didn't literally give him a cure for cancer. Some people will never accept you, and Bobby craves his father's approval.
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He works through it in a number of ways, but it's affecting his happiness and his mutant powers. There's some grief, but it's mainly the fact that his father rejected and spited him all the way to his deathbed. During a magical adventure with Loki, the two come up against an amalgamation of both their fathers.
Laufey is cruel, but Loki went no contact years ago. They consider Odin their father. Bobby's dad is just awful, shouting emphatic rejections and hitting him right in the feelings. Bobby feels small and has difficulty tapping into his Omega powers. Loki tricks him into believing he's 'lent his magic' and Bobby manages to beat the hell out of this father simulacrum. He finds it incredibly cathartic. Importantly, Bobby also seeks support from his friends especially Christian Frost and Romeo. He comes to terms with never getting that approval and comes to see it as worthless. Go Bobby!
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sarahsmi13s · 1 year ago
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sarah! babe! congrats on the big 400. if anyone deserves it, it's your sweet soul!
ok my (first?) request is obviously Iceman because we all know what era I'm in. I 1000% need this to survive, just so you're aware.
"Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?"
Pumped for you and can't wait to see what you churn out for this even! Big love! <3
i'm so so sorry it took me so long to get to this girl! thank you so much for celebrating with me!
pairing: tom 'iceman' kazansky x kerner!reader warnings: language, smut, unrequited but requited love, let me know if i missed any word count: ~1.5k a/n: i will most likely expand further on this in the future once i've caught up on some other works ❤❤ prompt: "is there a reason you're naked in my bed?"
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Why did your brother have to invite his pilot on your family trip? His incredibly hot, but annoying pilot.
Though, he was your big brother… it was his job to get under your skin.
You had originally had a beach trip planned with your friends, but a storm rolled in the day you were scheduled to leave and your friends decided it would be better to reschedule. So after you did that, you headed up to the mountains with the idea to surprise your family.
And that’s how you ended up walking in on… this.
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“Ummm, is there a reason you’re naked in my bed, Tom?” 
You tried to avoid looking directly at him, even though your brain had taken a photo of the sight before you could look away. 
“Your bed? Last I checked this was my room.” 
He stayed in the same position on the bed as he looked you over, not at all embarrassed about being completely exposed. His head rested against his arm, the other draped over his sculpted abdomen. 
You didn’t respond, afraid you’d stutter and embarrass yourself further than the obvious blush covering your face and neck.
“You gonna stand there with the door wide open or come in and close it?”
You chose the latter and tossed your bag down before closing the door. “You know, this is actually my room, considering it is my family's cabin. This has been my room since I was 7.” 
Tom scoffed a bit and propped himself up on his elbows, “And last I checked, you were supposed to be at Myrtle Beach.” He got up, securing a blanket around his waist to give you the opportunity to actually look at him. “Which is why I’m in here and not sharing a room with your brother.”
You crossed your arms and focused on his blue eyes, which didn’t actually help you at all. The icy orbs causing your thoughts to just slip out of your mind. 
“W-well, there was a storm that was gonna last a few days, so we-we rescheduled.” You mentally kicked yourself. You sounded so unsure of what you had just said. And it had been the truth.
Tom tilted his chin up, his sly expression already telling you he didn’t believe you.
You scoffed and picked your bag up, “You know what, I’m just gonna sleep on the couch.”
As you hand touched the door knob, Tom’s hand covered yours, “Wait…” You brushed his hand off, “It’s fine, Ice.” You opened the door, “I’ll sleep on the-” 
Tom’s large hand pushed the door shut, holding it closed. “You’ve never called me by my call sign before.” 
You kept your back to him, “Sure I have.”
“No, I would remember.”
“Why is that something you would remember? I’m sure I’ve said plenty of memorable things.” He got close to your ear, “Because you’re the only person I prefer to call me Tom.” 
Ice practically purred the sentence into your ear. The gravel in his voice came from deep in his chest, causing it to rumble against your back. 
You let out a shaky breath, your face heating up, “This isn’t funny Ice. If you’re trying to get back at me for something, can’t you like dump ice on me while I’m in the shower or throw me in the lake while I’m fully clothed? Just don’t do this…” 
“Y/N-” “I’m already embarrassed, please don’t rub it in.”
He rested a hand on your shoulder and carefully turned you around, making you look at him. “I’m not, I swear.”
You didn’t look him in the eye, afraid that if you did he would just laugh at you. 
Tom sighed and tilted your chin up, “I know how you feel about me. You’re not good at hiding it…” You closed your eyes, hating the vulnerable position you're in because your body is on fire. “And maybe I’m too good at hiding it.” 
Your eyes shot open, looking directly in his icy blue eyes in search of the truth – trying to find that harsh critical glaze that waited for you to slip up, for you to make the mistake. 
But it was gone, the glacier of his irises had melted and all you saw was oceans – warm, loving oceans. Any trace of Iceman was gone, melting away to show Tom Kazansky.
He’d hidden his feelings for too long, he needed you to know. Your brother told him the day he invited him out on this trip, he should tell you because he was tired of seeing your love sick gaze on his pilot before watching it turn sad when he got hit on. And he had planned to, but you announced your plans to go to the beach and his plan got shot down.
But now here you were chest to chest as he confessed his feelings for you in nothing but a blanket. 
“Kiss me,” you said breathlessly, lids drooping as you looked from his eyes to his lips.
He grinned and pressed his lips to yours, cupping the side of your neck as he pressed you into the door and made you drop your bag.
That hand immediately buried itself in his hair, the other trying to pull him closer by the small of his back. He locked the door with his free hand before pulling you in by the belt loop of your jean shorts, not caring if his blanket fell.
You pushed away from the door, to go towards the bed, but he pushed you up against the wall. With the movement, the blanket fell from his waist 
You pulled back from him, panting as you looked down, “I feel overdressed now.” He smirked and his hands went to the button on your shorts, “I can fix that.”
His lips attached to your neck as he worked your button loose and pushed your zipper down. His teeth nipped at your pulse point, drawing a quiet moan from your lips as your shorts were hastily pushed to the floor. 
Tom wasted no time pulling away and getting on his knees to pull your underwear down your legs. 
Panting, you peel your shirt off and undo your bra clasp. You looked down as Tom began to kiss your thighs, nipping every other kiss. But before he could lift your leg over his shoulder, you tilted his chin up.
“As good as you most likely are, I need you inside me.” 
“Shit~” He groaned before standing and pushing you flush with the wall, kissing you deeply before pulling away. His hands went to the backs of your thighs, “Jump.”
You don’t hesitate and jump, wrapping your legs around him. “Please Tom~”
He smirked before bringing his thumb to your clit, rubbing languid circles as he lined himself up. 
He looked back into your eyes, making sure you still wanted to do this before you went too far.
“I want you, Tom.”
The only four words he needed to hear before he was pushing into you, circling your clit the whole time.
The stretch was uncomfortable for a moment, but the gentle pleasure of his touch helped balance it out.
Once he was buried to the hilt, he kissed you gently but passionately as he waited for you to relax around him.
You relaxed into the kiss immediately, your crossed ankles bringing him closer to you. You moaned against him as his cock twitched and your walls fluttered. “You can move now~”
He nodded, lips hovering over yours as he braced his forearms on the wall and started to move.
“You feel so good~”
“Tom, fuck~”
A small grunt left his lips as your moans vibrated against them. 
His movements were slow, but calculated. He didn’t want to rush this, he wanted you to feel it all.
And you did. Your senses seemed to be in overdrive.
You could feel the pulse and the heat of his cock with every roll of his hips. You could hear the grunting and the groaning as he tried to keep quiet. The scent of sex and his shampoo was all you could smell. 
“Tom, baby, faster please~”
He nodded and pulled away from the wall. 
His arms wrapped around you, one hand going to your hair as he kissed you. He took a few blind steps to get to the bed and lay you down on it.
You both managed to get to the middle of the bed, barely breaking the kiss.
“You’re so beautiful~”
You smiled under him, “So are you~”
He smiled back and pressed his lips to yours, rolling his hips. 
“Oooh Tom~”
“You wanted faster… but I want to do this right~” He rasped out, interlocking his fingers with yours and moving your hands above your head.
You looked up at him, eyes wide and chest heaving. “I’ve been craving you since we met… it only amplified when I got to know you…”
You giggled and kissed his lips, “Is that why you were naked in my bed?”  
“That’s exactly why I was naked in your bed~”
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thank you for joining me for this event! ❤ i hope you enjoyed it @valmare ! and again i'm so so sorry it took so long to fulfill this request!
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saltsicklover · 1 year ago
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Title: Christmas is for Memories
Prompt: Fireplace
Written for @sailor-aviator 's Christmas Writing Challenge! You can find the rest of the list HERE
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3200+
Rating: R
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Drunk Driving, Character Deaths, Mentions of Deceased family, Death ideation, Bradley is somehow the main character of this fic, Jake's got sisters
The picture stared down at Bradley from it's place atop the mantle. The golden frame highlighting a photograph he's never seen before. Not that he would have. After all, this is Jake's family's house and he is just a last minute addition to the festivities. 
Jake all but drug Bradley down to Texas with him, after Maverick and Ice got pulled to the Pentagon for the week of Christmas, pulling both the rug and their plans out from underneath them. So, Maverick and Iceman packed up their dress uniforms and hauled themselves across the country. When Jake got word that Bradley would be the only Dagger not spending the holiday with family, he knew his Mother would have his head if he didn't bring the mustached pilot along with him. 
Now, Bradley stands semi-awkwardly in a cozy living room, hands shoved deep into his pockets. The air smells of warm vanilla and fresh pine trees, the Christmas tree decorated to the nines in the corner of the room. There are six presents under the tree, far less than Rooster had been expecting when he walked into the room. The lights twinkle, lighting up the room and fighting off the darkness creeping in through the windows.
Though Bradley keeps trying to look anywhere else, his eyes keep snagging on that damn photograph. There's something about the way Hangman looks in it, smile wide as he looks up at a woman, well, more of a girl really. She's sat in a tree, body tucked into the spaces between a couple of curing limbs of the large oak. Jake's younger in the photograph too, maybe twelve years or so. His hair is longer, the back curling around his neck gently, the top threatening to fall into his eyes. Even though the photograph is black and white, Bradley can still see that damn sparkle in Jake's green eyes. 
The girl smiles down at him with so much adoration in her features and it hits Bradley straight in the chest. It's one of those looks that his mother used to give his father, and the way Maverick and Ice look at each other when they think no one is around to see them. Her smile is so damn big, her cheeks round and hued. 
A cowboy hat is held loosely between her fingertips, laying over Jake's chest. He leans back against the tree, bracketed by her legs. Her other hand is wrapped around a branch, keeping her body firmly in place as she leans out just slightly to get a better look at her counterpart. Jake, on the other hand, just has his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, thumbs hanging loosely over the edge of the pockets. 
Though every photograph is a piece of time captured, this photograph seems to hold so much more. Like the moment had been frozen just so, existing more than just to be photographed but because they actually wanted to be there, wrapped up in each other. 
The heat from the fireplace spreads over Bradley, soaking in through his clothes. There is no snow in Texas, but there is a bite to the air that he hasn't been able to shake since he walked off of the plane. It's a far cry from a California winter, but this house is far cozier than his back home. He'd forgone decorating, fully prepared to be at his Dad and Pop's place, and their decorations had been up since the week of Thanksgiving. 
"What's caught your eye, Sailor?" The sound of Sarah's voice makes Bradley practically jump out of his skin. Sarah, Jake's older sister, holds a plate of plastic wrap covered cookies in her hands, a grin firmly fixed to her lips. It's that signature Seresin grin that Bradley has come to recognize all too easy. 
"Aviator, actually," The answer is sheepish, Bradley still reeling with the feeling of being caught looking at something he shouldn't, even though the photograph is proudly displayed on the mantle place. 
"I know, I'm just bustin' your balls, kid," Sarah shoots back, her voice nothing but kind. She sets the plate of cookies down on the coffee table before turning her attention back to a cherry red Bradley. "Do you think Jake would let us forget that little distinction?" 
The little laugh that leaves Bradley's lips almost surprises him, "No. I don't think he would."
"Seems you wouldn't either, Brad," She nudges him with her elbow, taking up place next to him in front of the fire. "Which one of these oldies caught your eye?" 
The wall above the mantle, as well as the mantle place itself is absolutely covered in photographs. They are all mixed together, frames and sizes, ranging from faded with age to almost new. The pair stand in front of the fire for another beat, taking in the heat from the crackling flames as their eyes trace over the photographs. It's then that Bradley begins to find that same girl, again and again, over and over. He's almost dizzy from the way his eyes snap between photographs. 
"Oh, what are we lookin' at?" Another woman's voice calls from behind Bradley, same as before. This time, it's Jake's little sister Anna. She bubbles into the room, choosing to stand in front of the fire on Bradley's other side. "God, the photo wall. I swear, Mama's lucky our family is small or she'd run out of room up there," 
The women share a giggle, the sound washing over Bradley in the way Natasha's does. It's all warmth and comfort, the sound of friendship withstanding the test of time. Bradley doesn't laugh, however. He is too stuck looking at photographs of Hangman and the way he lights up the fucking world when he looks at that girl. It makes the pang in his chest hit just a bit harder when he thinks for just a little bit too long. He's never seen Jake smile like that. Not in photographs, not in person. Hell, even when they made it back from the Uranium mission, Jake didn't smile like that. God, there was a bit of pain in his smile, something Bradley still has never been able to place. That smile had been all grateful and surviving, lined with a thin stroke of aching that Bradley just can't fucking shake. 
"This one is one of my favorites," Anna points a well polished fingernail up to a small square frame on the wall. Inside, Sarah, Anna, and that mystery girl are all lined up. Sarah and Anna are dressed in formal gowns, deep sea green with hemlines that hit the floor. Their Seresin blonde hair is pinned up from their shoulders, makeup sparkling in the sunlight. The mystery girl is squished between them, her dress stark white and absolutely glittering from all of the sequins. Her hair is down in curls. Her makeup is done but hard to see with her eyes squeezed closed, whole expression broke out in a laugh. Sarah and Anna are laughing too, though their faces are less scrunched up. 
"Oh my god, mine too," Sarah laughs, her nose wrinkling a bit. "It was a beautiful wedding, and we got so many pictures but Mama had to hang that one up! Look at me, why is my mouth open so far?" The girls are laughing harder, each grabbing a light hold of Bradley to keep steady. 
"Well, at least you aren't blurry!" Anna shoots back, her body slightly hunched over. 
Bradley is just about to ask who's wedding it was when Sarah thrusts her finger towards another picture. 
"Look, the proposal photo is just as silly. Jake's hands are practically covering up Pip's face!" The girls are laughing again, both still clutching at Bradley's frame. He just leans closer to the photo, trying to get a better look, one with less glare. It doesn't help, really, the photo out of focus anyway. Jake can be made out, standing behind a girl with his hands covering her eyes, well, most of her face, save for her smile. Her fingers are wrapped around his wrists, looking like she's trying to pull Jake's hands from her eyes. 
"With how blurry it is, we're lucky we can even tell it's them!" Anna all but howls, wiping at her waterlines with her fingertips as carefully as she can. 
"Do you think Mama knows that she picks the worst photos?" Sarah inquires, finally releasing her grip from Bradley's sleeve. 
"I think they're nice," Bradley stutters out, his voice so low it almost gets lost in the crackling of the fireplace. "Who is that, anyway?"
He first chances a look to his left, only to wish he hadn't. Anna looks up at him, a look of pain crossing behind her eyes, only to bleed out over he features even as much she tries to hide it. Though, it quickly mixes with anger, and she's spitting out words before Bradley can even decipher the expression that she's settled on. 
"That's Pip," She informs him, like that information should be clear as day to him. "Are you blind or something, Bradshaw?" 
Bradley's eyes jump over to Sarah in a silent beg for help. He feels like a deer caught in the headlights, or maybe how grandma felt just before her ass was grass at the hands of Rudolf himself. 
"No, not blind," Bradley's tongue finally falls on the words, though they taste a bit off on his tongue, "I just don't recognize someone I've never seen before. Hell, I didn't even... I guess I just hadn't... Jake is married?" 
The air is sucked out of the room as soon as the fully formed question leaves his lips. Suddenly Bradley feels too hot in front of the fire, or maybe he's too hot from the heated look that Anna is sending his direction. Either way, he feels all sweaty under his Henley, suddenly wishing for that almost forgotten chill of the Texas winter air. He takes a step back away from the fire. And then another. The looks he's getting from the Seresin girls are polarizing. Anna looks almost furious, while Sarah's brows are scrunched together, eyes wandering like she is trying to put a puzzle together in her mind. 
Anna steps forward, ready to spit another harsh word Bradley's way, but Sarah catches her by the wrist. The squeeze on Anna's wrist is enough to keep her quiet for just a second longer, long enough for Sarah to get a sentence out,"
"Bradley," His eyes snap back to meet hers, "Has Jake ever mentioned Pippa?" 
The air has slowly begun to enter the room again, but Bradley doesn't trust his tongue. It's like being back at the academy again, throat dry while he stands at attention waiting for his uniform inspection. So, Bradley just shakes his head back and fourth a couple of times, firm in his 'no'. He watches as Anna's eyes begin to swim, then as she is quickly folded into her older sister's embrace. Her hand is quickly cradling the nape of Anna's neck, Anna's face tucked right into Sarah's shoulder. 
"So, you have no idea who Pippa is. Or that Jake was married?" A small, wet sob is muffled by the material of Sarah's sweater. Her hand runs over Anna's now shaking frame, her own eyes swimming. But she manages to hold it together, keeping her eyes locked with Bradley's. 
"Was?" Bradley manages to ask, all but choking out the one word. 
The front door slams shut a second later, making the trio jump. There is so much tension in the air, swirling with confusion it's almost stifling. 
"Hello Family! Hey Bradshaw, how are you holding-" Jake rounds the corner, only to be met with Bradley's startled expression and Sarah's angry, watery eyes. Anna is still folded into her big sister's arms, crying gently. "Up..." The last word slips from Jake's lips, his head tilting to the side out of confusion. "Is everything okay?" 
"Jake Seresin," Sarah starts, more hurt than venom in her voice, but it still makes Jake's heart beat a little faster. "When did you stop talking about Pippa?" 
The name makes his heart twist, but the question has his stomach dropping to his knees. He flounders, mouth opening and closing, never settling on a response. 
"Hangman?" Bradley tries, but the older man still doesn't meet his eyes. 
"You know what, I've gotta," Jake hooks a thumb behind him, "I gotta run into town," He turns on his heel, ready to head back the way he came just moments before. 
"Jacob Morris, don't you dare take another step," His shoulders slump at his sister's warning, but he does stop. "Bradley, sit down. You too, Jake," Sarah has gone into full big sister mode now. Bradley listens first, stepping around the coffee table to take a seat on the couch. Jake plops down onto one of the arm chairs a moment later, but refuses to meet his eye. Then, Sarah settles Anna into the matching arm chair before turning to her brother with her hands on her hips. 
"So," She begins, hurt in her voice, "Are you going to tell you wingman about your wife, or am I?" 
That sentence broke the flood gates, tears falling down each of the sibling's cheeks while Bradley just sat there in the salty silence. 
"I met Pip when we were eighteen," Jake croaks out, eyes still glued to the floor in front of his boots. "She was my everything. God, she had the best spirit. So full of love, and she lit up every room. I know everyone says that, but there was just something about her, everyone took notice. I don't know why, but she picked me. We got married at twenty, right before I shipped off to the Academy. Leaving her behind was the hardest thing I ever did. Then, after flight school, she moved out to NSA Pensacola with me. We got our first real go at it, you know, the whole being married thing," 
Bradley hangs onto every word. Each one slow spoken and fully of pain, but he takes them in anyway. 
"You know, they say my call sign is due to my flying. Always leaving people hanging in the air, in the battle. But that's not true," A hollow laugh leaves the depths of Jake's chest, "It was because I left everyone hanging at the bar to go home and call Pip before she went to bed. Then it stuck because I would leave right after hops to go home to her. She was my everything. Nothing else mattered to me. It was her and flying and right back to her," 
Jake gets a little choked up, so Sarah squeezes his shoulder. A sign of support. 
"When we were twenty six, she came home for Thanksgiving. I was stuck out in the middle of the fucking ocean, so she came home to spend the holiday with family. I told her to, God, I told her to. She always said she missed being in Texas, and we were in Maryland by then. So I told her to drive home for it. Spend as much time as she could here while I was gone."
Tears are slick over Jake's reddened cheeks, hot from crying. He takes another deep, jagged breath before continuing. 
"She was killed by a drunk driver a few miles from here. She made that whole drive without a single hiccup, only for some dickhead from a town over to get behind the wheel while shitfaced. I uhh..." The sobs hit him harder, too hard for him to continue to speak. 
"The Navy couldn't get word to him for days," Sarah explains, "Communication went dark for their mission a few days before. It was out of all our hands. We waited until she was home to scatter her ashes," 
Jake grips the chain of his dog tags at her words, "Not all of 'em," He pulls them free from his shirt, a small, steal vile hanging beside them. "I still got a piece of her with me, right next to my heart," Then he takes his sister's hand from where it sits atop his shoulder. He squeezes it gently. 
"I'm sorry I didn't say anything, Rooster. I just, I guess... " Jake takes another jagged breath, "After Pip died, I got bad. I became reckless, started truly living up to my callsign. Thought if I left people hanging in the air, I might get back to her faster," 
The admission pulls small gasps from his sisters, as well as a deep pang from Bradley's chest. He gets it, he really does. Bradley is the other side of the coin, being careful, too careful. Stuck hoping that if he holds back just a little longer, he will actually be just a second too late, a second closer to seeing his parents again. 
Anna reaches a hand out to Jake, and he takes it in his free hand, the trio leaning on each other for support. No doubt in the same way they have had for years now. The sight reminds Bradley of Maverick, Ice, and his Mom. How they used to hold each other up after Goose died. The look the sisters share being so close to the way his Dad and Pops looked at each other after his Mom died. Bradley sees so much of his own life here in this little room. 
"Stand up," Bradley almost orders, though his words are still on the side of kind. The lack of context makes Jake finally meet Bradley's face. 
"What?" The blond asks through stray tears. 
"Stand up, Hangman," And so he does. Bradley pushes himself from the couch, and in two strides is wrapping Jake in his arms. His wingman doesn't flinch away like he was expecting, instead, the blond wraps his own arms around Bradley. 
"Thank you for telling me, Jake," Bradley starts, keeping his voice as even as he can. "I, I think you need to hear something, though," 
"I already know I'm a fucking idiot, Rooster," Jake mumbles into his shoulder, the cotton slowly dampening. 
"No, it's something Mav used to say to me after my parents died," Jake nods at that, so Bradley continues. "Mav used to say, I know things are hard without them, but you've gotta keep living, because you've gotta have stories to tell them when you meet again," 
"And part of that living, Jake, is talking about your loved ones, present and lost," Sarah interjects, but Bradley nods in agreement. 
"I guess you're right," Jake admits as he pulls back from Bradley's embrace to look at him and his sisters. "I should talk about her,"
"Yes, you should" Anna squeaks out, wiping the tear tracks from her cheeks. 
"You can start by sitting down and telling me all about her," Bradley points to the seat Jake had been sitting in previously. And so, he does. Jake shares stories all about his wife Pip and their life together. The group of four all squeeze onto the couch after the first story, when Sarah busts out the photo album. And by the warm of the dwindling fireplace, Bradley learns all about Jake's wife, and even shares about his parents, keeping them alive through their stories. It wasn't exactly the night any of them had planned, but it was everything they needed. 
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agendabymooner · 2 years ago
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colour me your colour || toto w. x ofc (6)
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Summary: Tilly Marie nearly loses faith in her passion as she refuses to listen to everyone who told her to quit. Everyone but one. And it’s the man she met years ago at a racing event she didn’t want to attend. Who would have thought that her father’s partial ownership of three brands could take her to the zone of Mercedes and meet the love of her life?
Chapter summary: Toto makes it harder for her to not flirt in front of the cameras, and with the comfort that came with it, Tilly doesn’t even see the bad parts of the media. Not until the next day.
Content warning: Age-gap, mention of Kimi Raikkonen flirting, whipped!Tilly and Toto caught in 4K, touchy feely vibes, brief use of explicit language
Note: We getting that communications studies degree starting this fall 😩 omw to bag that f1 money ykwim 🙈
Also, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 140 FOLLOWERS?! You guys are batshit crazy and I love you all for it. I hope my cracked-out thoughts somehow made your day… or more. Here’s another chapter for our dearly beloved Toto. Enjoy xx
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   I’ve been with the sky sports people for almost three hours now. My feet are thankful for sticking to a pair of low pump heels instead of running around the paddock and garage with a five inch heel. 
And I’ve been thanking myself for dressing well enough today. It doesn’t even look like I’m here as a support for Red Bull. My linen shirt is loosely tucked in my bell-bottom jeans, two buttons are undone to allow the air to flow freely through my body. The Chanel belt hugs me so tight, I feel as if I have little to no oxygen to breathe in. A Red Bull jacket is worn over my shirt, and I left it unzipped as I feel warm. 
I had never worked on a full live set before. It was nerve wracking to say the least. But after finding out that my father practically sold me, I feel as if I have nothing to lose. Suddenly I’m worse than a pessimist. 
My sisters made sure to tell me that I’m live on television by sending filtered photos of myself. Our youngest sister is the one having the field day with the group chat. She’s been showing her friends that I’m on television. She better be thankful I love her. I never enjoyed being the topic of a discussion. I’ve heard enough from Christian, thank you.
So far, I haven’t thrown up nor fainted. That counts right? That means that my first two interviews went alright. I just have to laugh along. That’s what I did with Fernando and Kimi. They just laughed along, and flirted a little with me.
Or rather, Fernando joked and Kimi flirted; something about going for a drink? Yeah, certainly. The man doesn’t even talk much, but the Iceman definitely suggested we went for a drink (the right words were: “There’s a bar downstairs at the hotel that you may like.”) Fernando’s married and has a nearly year old baby— I would really hate to do something demoralizing.
It turns out, laughing along with their banter will bite me in the ass. Because I know my sisters will be the ones laughing at the television. 
The cameras are already recording and I can’t hear myself speaking as I introduce Lewis and Nico Rosberg to the camera as if I’m speaking to an audience. Then I remember talking about the qualifying today, asking Nico about taking the pole for tomorrow. 
My words are simply flowing out of my mouth as the interview goes on.
“Are you excited?” Few minutes passed by, I then turned to ask Lewis a question.
“For wha’?” He asks, obviously confused as he zoned out during my conversation with Nico. 
“Home race? You coming from Britain and representing the country?” I remind him before joking, “Or did you forget you’re British too?”
“I certainly did,” he realizes what I meant just about now, “but yes. I’m very excited. If the weather treats me right tomorrow, I’m confident that I’ll be able to make it to somewhere of a higher rank.”
“It’s okay, Lewis,” I chuckle, Nico rolls his eyes beside me. “You can say P1. No one’s going to be against that.” 
“You want me to get P1?” He teases me.
My face gives an incredulous expression, making him laugh. I joke, “I feel like I’ve told you this a million times now, Lewis. Do you want me to whisper it in your ears while you sleep too?” 
“God, no,” he shakes his head with a laugh, “your support is highly appreciated, Tils. I am so glad you’re here.”
“That’s why you should go for P1 tomorrow,” I nudged him, microphone still in hand. 
“Only for you, lovely,” he lips pucker up as I roll my eyes and place my flat palm against it. He murmurs against my palm, making people around us giggle. 
Nico adds, “I think you shouldn’t appreciate her support that much, mate. She still works at Red Bull.” 
Lewis finally pulls away and gives me a mocking dirty look, “Right. I knew there’s something dodgy about you.” 
“Thanks Nico, for turning my own best friend against me,” I exclaim in a cheery tone, a smile still in my face as there’s a voice incoming. There he is. 
My smile widens, I feel like I’ll have wrinkles at this early age. The space immediately shrunk when Toto stepped into the scene. He stands a few inches taller than me, interrupting his drivers’ interviews. 
“And here we have,” I introduce him to the camera and ask him about his thoughts on his drivers’ positions for tomorrow. I absentmindedly nod, looking at Lewis and Nico here and there to avoid being caught staring at the tall bloke. Have you ever seen someone so fit you’d continuously waffle on about them until he gives you the chance to snog you? This certainly isn’t me talking.
“Are you supporting Lewis tomorrow?” He asks me with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Surely you are, right?” 
“I’m wearing a Red Bull jacket, guys,” their voices let out the heaviest laughter I have ever heard. “I’m certainly supporting Lewis, a Mercedes driver, to win tomorrow. Me, someone who’s wearing a Red Bull jacket.” 
Then, as I was chatting with the drivers, Toto pulls his sleeves up and takes off his black jacket, the three pointed star and his name embroidered. His outstretched hand holds the jacket in my direction as I pause from talking.
“What, what is this?” I ask, almost playfully. What’s he doing?
“You said you can’t support Lewis because you’re wearing a Red Bull jacket,” Toto shrugs with a cheeky smile, “you can have my Mercedes one. It’s a bit big but so is your jacket.”
“I really am jesting, Toto,” I giggle, watching him pull his hand back with a little smile. “I’ve said that I won’t be playing favourites so I will stick to my neutral place.”
Lewis reaches for the microphone and speaks over it, “She’s lying. She’ll support me regardless of what jacket she wears. Us Brits have to stick together.” 
“There you have it, folks,” I gesture at Lewis, “he’s explained it perfectly well. Us Brits have to stick together, indeed. I hope I don’t get banned from my own workplace after this— if I did, thanks Mercedes.”
“Well we told you that we’d be more than willing to take you in,” I look at Toto as he smirks, “it would be a shame for their part if they let you go.” 
“You lads flatter me so much,” I roll my eyes mockingly, grinning at the three as I say, “As I said, I’m supporting Lewis because it’s Lewis. I did not say I favour one team over the other.”
“You will, soon enough,” Nico chuckles. 
Lewis pulls me in and says, “If I win tomorrow you should do what you have to do.” 
“What do I have to do?” I ask him, wondering what he’s hinting at.
He shrugs and whispers to my ear, “Go on a date with Toto.”
I pull back and stare at him for a second. I really considered that huh. As if I hadn’t gone already.
“I have already. So don’t get too cocky, eh,” I tell him, his eyes widening as he eyes Toto for a second, my nudge tells him to stop as I dismiss the matter, “having an ego can get you places. But not P1.”
“Watch me,” Lewis grins at me. Like a piece of shit. His eyes also are asking me to tell him more about what was just revealed. I nod briefly, excited to tell him about it.
“Well,” I look at the camera, “that’s it for today. Tomorrow will be the 9th race of the 2014 FIA World Championship and we cannot wait to see how these drivers perform in such weather conditions. Best of luck to all. My name is Tilly and I hope you have a good night. Thank you once again, guys.” 
It didn’t take long until the wires on my body were taken off by Lydia, their media pen assistant. Nico and Lewis had already left. Toto waits for me until I start walking off the scene. 
We walk all the way to the motorhomes, silence shared between the two of us. 
“You left quite fast earlier,” Toto utters. This is the first time we’ve walked together since earlier this morning, and this is the first time he’s spoken to me after I’ve managed to avoid him hours after the breakfast date. I look at him. 
Then I remember walking away from the scene after arriving at the venue. Now I know what to tell him after seeing me speed walk from the sight of him and the journalists.
“Some of the reporters in there were the same people who harass me whenever I’m out and about,” I explain, not wanting to make a big deal out of it as I continue, “I didn’t want to be the centre of the attention today especially now that… yeah.” 
“With you interviewing the drivers for Sky Sports, I can assume Christian told you about Julius’ promotion?” 
I let out a heavy sigh, shutting my eyes close for a moment as I tuck my hands into the pockets. How do I not lose my shit?
“It’s something Julius needs to speak to me about,” I grimace, “if he wants me to do this then he’ll have to tell me upfront.” 
But it’s not like he’ll ever show up. I’ve never seen him since the day I was called to his office building. That was when I was told about this role that I didn’t think would be… important and big. 
“He’s a bit more involved than I thought,” I laugh humourlessly, “I don’t even know how to start with it. I don’t know how you do it.” 
“You’re just handling however much you can,” he tells me, “Christian and the others are more than happy to help you get a head start. You don’t have to get yourself involved with the engineering and strategy part.” 
“I have three degrees,” I deadpan, “three of which have nothing to do with building a car, let alone know the full terminologies. So between my father and I, I think I have less advantage in this field and he’ll most likely fail if I’m the one taking care of it.”
He pauses for a second, making me stop walking as well. My eyes are staring at his dark ones, my brows quirked at his sudden pause. 
“You are confident in front of a camera,” he starts, “I think you should be confident with how you will handle the business passed on to you, no?”
“Yeah I suppose,” I sigh, putting my head down as I keep my hands tucked into my pockets.  “I need to stop being sad.” 
But his chuckle did it for me. That and the way his heavy hand reached to mess with my hair. “Come on, let’s go.” 
“Where?” I ask him, looking up at him once more only to witness his eyes twinkling. 
“Back to the hotel because we all have a long day tomorrow,” he tells me, “that, and I do not exactly wish to have a conversation with any other people at the moment.” 
“Pshh,” I scoff with a grin, nudging him while I wag my eyebrows,  “I have heard a lot about you from Christian.” 
“Huh? Really?” He asks, his face has a mischievous smile that I’ll never mistake for someone else’s. I’ve seen him smile a lot. It’s quite a shame other people never did. He’s handsome and not many people have seen it. Too bloody blind, if they haven’t. 
Or he needs to smile more. But that’ll only scare people off.
“Yeah,” I nod, “something about you deliberately approaching him yesterday?” I raise a brow, still not letting go of my shit eating grin. I then notice the collar of his jacket and reach out to fix it as I playfully say, “Some may say that you’re interested in their acting Liaison.” 
“Hmm,” he hums as if he’s considering it, “did I not show you that earlier today at breakfast?” 
I burst into a fit of laughter as I shake my head, as if I’m telling him, “Unbelievable.”
Have I ever mentioned that this is happening around other people? People with cameras? 
And here I am whining about adding fuel to the fire. It’s quite difficult not to if the man in front of me continues on doing what he does best. Existing.
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alecjbi · 2 years ago
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"i wanna kiss every inch of your body"
ice after the volleyball match
all of these have been icemav lmfao which i’m not mad about! i like this one a lot, i took it in a bit of a different direction but i think it’s fun :)
(666 words (ope), explicit)
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The sun was beating down on Maverick’s back and he had taken his shirt off long ago. All the pilots had, except for Goose, which Maverick had teased him for his dad outfit. Maverick knew he should feel normal, just a bunch of guys having fun, but his eyes were only on Ice.
Ice’s hair glowed in the sun, sweat rolling down his back in rivulets. Maverick wanted to lick it off. Maverick wanted to feel all of him, taste him. And he was sure Ice wanted the same.
They had been playing this game for awhile, dancing around each other, so when Ice brought him behind a building and pinned him against a wall after the game, Maverick wasn’t surprised. This was everything he had wanted and more.
“I want to kiss every inch of your body,” Ice said, eyes scalding him. Maverick didn’t back down under his gaze— he straightened his back and let a smile slip onto his lips.
“Why don’t you?” Maverick asked, looking up at Iceman. Ice copied his grin, teeth sharp and smile teasing. In the summer heat, Maverick felt like he was about to melt.
“Not now,” Ice said, leaning in and kissing where Maverick’s neck met his shoulder. He trailed them down, biting his shoulder and making Maverick groan. Anyone could see them here but he couldn’t care, not with Ice’s hands slipping up his back, bringing him closer.
“I’ll have time later,” Ice continued, letting his hands drag lower and grasp Maverick’s ass. Maverick bucked his hips a little bit, gasping as he felt Ice’s hard-on against his own. Ice’s words were pure sin as he brought their bodies together, removing one hand and working at his belt. Maverick got the message and lowered a hand to his as well, shaking hands working at the button of his jeans. “I’ll have time when you’re in my bed and I’ve fucked you until all you remember is my name. Then, I’ll kiss you all over, mark you up so everyone knows you’re mine.”
Ice removed his cock from his pants and Maverick wished he could get a better view instead of this cramped alleyway. He wished he could see Ice sprawled out in his bed, begging his name. Ice tsked as Maverick’s hands shook and helped him out of his underwear. He spit into his hand and wrapped it around the two of them, Maverick groaning and dropping his head to Ice’s shoulder.
“That’s it, baby,” Ice said, stroking them long and tightly. “Wanna hear you moan my name. Loud enough so everyone knows.”
“Fuck, Ice,” Maverick gasped. His hands traced over the muscles of Ice’s back, dipped below his pants to grab his ass and force Ice’s hips into his. Ice groaned lowly in his throat and started stroking faster, whispering words to bring Maverick closer to the edge.
“That’s it,” he repeated. He thumbed over Maverick’s dick and Maverick’s knees went weak, falling into Ice and trusting him to support him against the wall. “You gonna come for me?”
“Please,” Maverick begged. “Please, Ice, I want—“
“I know,” he shushed him, kissing up Maverick’s neck, leaving bites along the way. “Gonna make you feel so good.”
“Please,” Maverick repeated. He was so close, limbs shaking and gasping into Ice’s neck. Then, it built up to a high, a pressure deep in his stomach, a heat he couldn’t fight anymore. “Oh, fuck, Ice, I’m gonna—“ he gasped.
That’s when Ice cupped his chin, and with eyes blazing only for Maverick, kissed him hard. Maverick came into his hand with a blinding white light behind his eyes, moaning into Ice’s mouth. Ice wasn’t far behind, groaning lowly and stroking himself as he came. They stood there for a moment, panting in each other’s mouths, simply basking in the moment.
“I hope you still keep good on that promise,” Maverick muttered when he caught his breath, and Ice laughed. It was the most beautiful sound Maverick have ever heard.
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order-of-river-phoenix · 4 months ago
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A Kind Word; Brad Colbert
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Fandom: HBO War; Generation Kill
A/N: Kinda inspired by the shitshow of a week I’ve had. I have been asked a few times for some Brad content, and I had something else started but I wasn’t feeling it so I busted this out last night.
Warnings: none? def more on the platonic side tho
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"I fucked up."
You had been so scared to confess, expecting him to berate you. You expected to feel like a disappointment, an idiot, an asshole… all still less than you thought you deserved in that moment.
But he called you none of those. He gently put his hand on your arm and gave it an encouraging squeeze. “Are you alright? Did anyone get hurt?” Sergeant Colbert’s face showed no disappointment or anger.
You shook your head. “No,” you choked out. No one had gotten injured, but it had nearly cost everyone their lives. And you couldn’t shake that.
“Go get yourself cleaned up. Eat something. Then come see me.”
You nodded. You turned on your heel, finally releasing the breath you’d been holding. There was enough strength in you to stave off crying until you got to the showers, where no one would notice the tears.
Hair still wet, you started towards the mess tent, but you could feel eyes on you. Imaginary or not, whispers were enough to turn you around. You kept protein bars tucked away with mementos of home. There, you sat alone—your mind replaying those moments on a loop, giving you the highlights of the worst moment of your military career. Your protein bar, a couple bites shorter, began to stick in your throat. You guzzled water and decided that was enough food for the day.
“L/N?” Colbert’s voice questioned.
You felt your insides clench, like you had been caught red handed. You leapt to your feet, at attention, as if you were a private again.
“Did you eat dinner, Corporal?”
“No, sir.”
“Relax, L/N. You’re not in trouble.”
The tension in your shoulders hardly eased. “I should be.” It came out in a mumble, but not incomprehensible.
“Why is that?”
“Sir, I almost got our people killed today.”
“That happens sometimes. It doesn’t make you any less of a Marine.” He gingerly raised a hand to your shoulder with that encouraging squeeze again. “Or any less of a person. You owned up to your mistake, and I know you’ll use this lesson to do better. I have seen enough to know that not everyone will do that.”
You nodded. The gentleness in his voice was something you weren’t familiar with coming from the Iceman, but it loosened the knot in your stomach. You realized, for the first time, that the man in front of you was capable of more than the often apathetic objectivity his job required of him.
“We’re meant to be in harm’s way. That is what all of this is about, right?” He waited for you to agree. “A good leader makes their decisions to the best of their knowledge with the information they have. That’s all anyone will ever ask of you. Even the most fool-proof, so-called perfect plan can go wrong with one missed detail. Nothing is perfect. We just have to keep fighting.”
“Thank you. I will do my best to put it behind me.”
“I know you will.” He shot you a flash of a smile and a wink of his steely blue eye. It seemed so out of character, but offered a familiar warmth. “Now, let’s go get you a proper meal.” He patted your back. “Let’s go before someone thinks we’re making out in here.”
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multifandomfanfiction · 1 year ago
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Enchanted
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TITLE: Enchanted PAIRING: Hangman/OC RATING: T CHAPTER: One-shot SUMMARY: Maverick drags his daughter Elizabeth to another Navy function.
[A/N - Inspired by "Enchanted (Taylor's Version).]
Another Navy Ball, another night of interacting with people Elizabeth Mitchell could care less about. She didn’t want to be there, but she did what she always did. Plastered a fake smile on her face and laughed at jokes she didn’t find funny.
Why did she always have to be her father’s plus one?
Her fake smile was replaced with a real one when her father’s wingman walked up to her.
“How are you, pumpkin?” Iceman asked her.
Elizabeth shrugged. Her eyes drifted around the room until they fell on quite possibly the most handsome man she’d ever seen.
His eyes met hers and it was like the room around them faded.
Iceman glanced over to see what had caught Elizabeth’s eye or rather who.
The man started to make his way through the crowd towards them. The man stopped in front of Iceman.
“Admiral Kazansky. I thought that was you.”
Iceman chuckled. “Lieutenant Seresin.” Iceman turned to Elizabeth, who looked completely enchanted by Jake. “Elizabeth, this is Lieutenant Jake Seresin. Lieutenant, this is Elizabeth Mitchell.”
Jake took Elizabeth’s hand in his own and raised it to his mouth to kiss her knuckles. “Ma’am.”
Elizabeth snorted. “Ma’am?”
“I’m sorry. Would you prefer darlin’ instead?”
A shiver went down Elizabeth’s spine hearing his accent. “Darlin’?”
Jake smirked. “What about sugar?”
“I can assure you, I’m anything but sweet.”
“I’ll leave you two to get better acquainted,” Iceman said. He put a hand on Elizabeth’s shoulder. “Don’t break him. I need him to fly tomorrow.”
“I’ll try my best, Ice.”
Iceman slipped into the crowd.
“Let me guess, you’re a pilot,” Elizabeth said.
“Yes ma’am. Graduated top of my class at Top Gun,” Jake told her.
“Is that supposed to impress me? My father went to Top Gun too. Along with Iceman.”
“Anyone tell you that you’ve got a mouth on you?”
Elizabeth sipped her champagne. “None that have lived to tell the tale.”
Jake took the champagne flute from her and drank the last of it. He set it down on the table and pulled her onto the dance floor.
As they danced, Elizabeth tried to catch sight of her father, but he was nowhere to be seen. After a few songs, Elizabeth went to go grab a drink while Jake talked to some of his squadron.
“There you are,” Maverick said, appearing at Elizabeth’s side, “I’ve been looking for you.”
“I was…” Elizabeth turned back to point to Jake, but he had disappeared.
“Are you ready to head home?”
Elizabeth looked around one more time before nodding.
Jake pushed through the crowd, trying to find Elizabeth. He found Iceman standing by the refreshment table. “Where is she?”
Iceman sighed. “They already left.”
Jake ran to the front door just in time to see a car pull out of the parking lot.
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That night, Elizabeth couldn’t sleep.
Did Jake have a girlfriend? He hadn’t mentioned one. He was clearly hitting on her. He wouldn’t do that if he was in a relationship, right?
She couldn’t deny that she was attracted to him. If only she had gotten his number. Then at least she could get to know him better.
When her father entered the room the next morning, she had just fallen asleep. “Do you mind if we stop by the base before we leave? I need to get something from Ice.”
Elizabeth yawned and nodded.
They packed their car and headed to base.
She couldn’t wait to be back in her own bed, but she couldn’t deny that she missed life on base. How something was always happening.
They arrived on base and Maverick headed to Iceman’s office, while Elizabeth wandered around.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Elizabeth heard.
She whipped around and saw Jake standing there in his flight suit, along with another pilot. “Lieutenant Seresin,” she said.
“At your service, sugar.”
Elizabeth blushed at the pet name. “Sugar?”
“You didn’t like ma’am, remember?”
“Who’s your friend?”
“Lieutenant Javy Machado,” the pilot said, “At your service…ma’am.”
“You stayin’ on base?” Jake asked.
“On my way out, actually,” Elizabeth said.
Jake’s smile fell. “Oh.”
“I was…do you…”
Jake’s smirk returned. “Are you trying to ask me for my number, sugar?”
Elizabeth blushed.
Jake pulled his phone out of a pocket and handed it to her.
Elizabeth put her number in and texted herself.
“Will Elizabeth Mitchell please make her way to the main office?” a voice over the PA said.
“I’m so sorry. I have to go,” Elizabeth said. She started to leave, but
Jake grabbed her arm. He pulled her into him and kissed her cheek. “Until next time, sugar.”
Jake gave her a wink and Elizabeth blushed again. Jake let go of her and she hurried back to the main office.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? You’re all flushed,” Maverick said.
Elizabeth touched her flaming cheeks. “Just hot with all that blacktop out there.”
“What were you doing out there anyway?”
“Admiring the planes. What else?”
Maverick chuckled. “You are your father’s daughter.”
Elizabeth’s cheeks were flushed the entire time home. She couldn’t wait to get home and text Jake.
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daddysfangirls-dc · 1 year ago
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UnTamed Ch. 1
Damian Wayne x OC!Female
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Gotham is cold. The city was usually cold in the winter, but thanks to Mister Freeze, it was abnormally cold, dangerously cold. Fortunately, the frozen villain had been caught and returned to his personal cell in Arkham. The Gotham Police were working alongside Wayne Enterprise to provide shelter, supplies, and support to those who needed it. The good thing about the cold is that fewer people were out and about to commit crimes. The bad thing is that for those who couldn't find shelter or warmth in time would no doubt be dead by sunrise.
With their thick and heated suit, Robin and Batman were safe from the consequences of this weather. And with that safety paired with the current low crime rate, the Dynamic duo split up. The main priority for tonight was to get as many people off the streets and out of this treacherous weather as fast as possible. 
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She had been racing all over lower and downtown Gotham for the past few days now. She and her friends had been warned of The Iceman's escape days prior and prepared accordingly. Talking to all her people, the word was spread, and most of her people were off the streets before Elisa's episode, but of course, there were a few who didn't make it, didn't hear, or thought better of themselves. 
Idiots.
Now she was looking about for those people to get them to heated shelters. On the streets, behind dumpsters, in abandoned deplorable buildings. She looked in every cold crack, corner, hole, and barrow Gotham had to offer to ensure no one was lost or left behind. So far, she's directed a few people to the shelters and accompanied more home. She was tired, but the night was still cold, and people were still in need of help.
However, she was tired, so she decided to take a moment and rest, only a moment. Swooping down into an alley, she shifts from a snow owl to a black cat, finding a spot she curled up in the snow. Just a few minutes. Just a few. A little rest. Just a little. Her eyes closed slowly, and her mind faded into another place, just for a little while.
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The night was coming to an end, and so was patrol. Robin was doing one final round, checking the streets and alleys for anyone they might have missed before he left for the warmth of the manor. He used the feature in his Domino mask to follow heat signatures. Fortunately, the streets were cold and clear. He was about to leave when he found a small heat signature in an alley. Fearing it to be a child, Robin grapled over to the alley. Getting closer, he realized the heat signature was too small to belong to a small human, but he still went to look. A precaution.
Dropping into the alley, Robin found the heat signature to be covered by several layers of snow, leaving a lump. Wiping away the snow, he finds black fur pulling the creature out of the cold. It was a black cat, and it was still alive. 
"Robin, your Position." Robin gave Batman his position. Using his cape, he covered up the feline as the Batmobile pulled up. He hid the cat as he got into the car. Seats preheated. 
"The GCPD will continue patrolling the streets for people and running the shelters. There is nothing else for us to do," Batman said as he took off for the cave. 
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Returning, Damian managed to sneak his new feline friend into the manor and up to his room without his father noticing. However, Alfred knew judging by the way he looked at him and the fact he brought extra towels and a small bowl of warm milk later on. Nothing got past Alfred. Especially a creature in need.
Damian found out that his new feline friend was female she had yet to wake up yet. Using a towel, he dried her fur he used another to wrap her up snugly and put her in the center of the bed to let her continue sleeping. She hadn't woken up through the whole process. It left Damian a little worried, but he blamed the cold for now. He'd take her to the vet in the morning. 
For now, she slept. 
And he sat down, unable to sleep. He grabbed a sketch pad and pencil, deciding that her fur was beautiful and dark. It needed to be captured and saved. 
-
Waking up warm and dry might have been once to others, but not this kitten. She didn't panic, though this wasn't the first time someone picked her up off the streets. Some meant well, others not so much. She wasn't going to stick around to find out.
Peaking out of the pile of towels she found herself in, she saw herself in a bedroom, a large bedroom. This meant someone with money picked her up, and she had a long way back to Crime Alley. Rolling out of the towels, she looked around it appeared like a normal room with a desk, drawers, a mirror, and a TV completely normal. If one ignores the wall of sharp weapons. She decided she wasn't going to stick around to meet whoever this person was at all. Did not want to know if those were for decoration or not. 
Hopping off of the bed, she quickly made her way to the window. Jumping onto the ledge, thankfully, the window was cracked open. Just as she half squeezed through the window. She was being pulled right back in. And then she was met with the infamous glare of Damian Wayne. 
Damian Wayne, Son of Bruce Wayne, New Prince of Gotham, and Heir to Wayne Enterprise. Gotham's newest rich snob. She began to hiss, wiggle, and scratch; the boy would not let up until they reached the bed again. 
"I mean you no harm," The young boy said, raising his hands in the universal surrender sign. 
She kept hissing and swiping at him, and he resolved to close the window. It shouldn't have been open in this weather anyway. 
"It's too cold to be outside. You'll be safe here," Damian said as he put the bowl of milk on the floor. He stepped back, sitting at his desk as he watched her.
It felt like hours before she crossed the room to the bowl and more before she actually drank from it. By the time she made it, the sun had begun to rise. The two spent all night in a standoff over a bowl of lukewarm milk. Damian commended the little lady on her spirit, staying up all night with him. But she was starting to nod off. The Two hours of sleep she got between the alley and the manor weren't enough to recover from two nights of no sleep. Eventually, she could do it no more and let sleep consume her.
Once again, she woke up in his bed, but this time, she had a collar, and she was covered in soft blankets instead of towels. Oeaking her head out of the blankets, she finds the room empty. Just like last time. She listened for a moment before deciding it was clear. Slowly, she crawls out of the blankets, taking very cautious steps. The sun was low, revealing that she had been out for several hours, and it was now sunset, almost night. She had no idea when the little Prince left or when he'd be back. She had to be quick, and she had to lay low and be cautious. She couldn't get caught.
She had made it onto the desk chair when she heard it. A soft creek that made her ear twitch. Slowly turning her head, she saw Damian Wayne standing at the door with a small bowel in hand. They both froze, staring each other down, each waiting for the other to make a movement.
Silence.
Then she moved. Jumping on the desk, then across to the window, she hits the glass. She forgot that he had closed the window the night before. In a bit of panic, she began to claw at the glass. 
"So you're not as intelligent as I thought," Damian said as he picked her up she scratched him, but he didn't flinch, just held her at arm's length as she scratched and kicked. " You're feisty." he dropped her on the bed once again. 
The sun was gone now, leaving them in the dark aside from the hall light. Damian turned his lamp light on. He moved the small bowl on the floor, milk again. Instead of watching her like the last time he sat at his desk, he pulled out a sketchpad. He ignored her and went about drawing and sketching. She, however, did not ignore him she continued sitting on the bed and watching him.
This only lasted an hour before he got up putting away his sketchpad, he came to the bed. She jumped off the bed as he pulled the sheets back and got into bed she thought it was a bit early but wasn't trying to judge and was going to take the opportunity. She waited until he appeared to be sleeping to make a move.
With him asleep, she changes to a human, her original self. Tip-toeing across the room to the windows, her fingertips barely touching the window seal before something whizzed past her head. She continued to dodge and duck as something else came at her head. She continued to dodge and duck, moving further into the room., It wasn't until her back was to the wall that she noticed that the things being thrown at her were the previous wall decoration, aka his knife collection. 
Holy hell, he was trying to kill her?!
Another whizzed past her head, and with a clank, the lights were turned on, revealing her in the nude, crouched in front of the wall while he stood across from her with his sword in hand. 
 Damian was prepared to cut down this intruder until he saw the collar around her neck. Damian did not appear as shocked as she thought he would be. There was a stunned moment, but he recovered quickly, putting his sword down and throwing a towel at her. She swiped it away. Still crouched, she pulled at the collar. Damian raised his hands in surrender as she lifted her head, giving him permission. As soon as it was unbuckled, she kicked his chest in and leaped at the window. On his back, upside down, Damian watched as she opened the window and jumped out, but instead of falling down, she changed and flew into the night as a bird. 
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topgun-imagines · 2 years ago
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Neon Lights
Requested: yes
Summary: You and your boyfriend go roller skating.
Word count: 0.7k
Note: Join the celebration!
Warnings: none
Pairings: Tom ‘Iceman” Kazansky x fem!reader
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“What size?” The man behind the counter questioned. You and Ice had decided that roller skating was the perfect idea for a date night. He was on leave for a few weeks so the both of you were trying to take advantage of his time off. So, in a split-second decision, you had decided to go roller skating. You were glad that at 10 o’clock on a Friday night, they were still open.
The employee standing in front of you looked as if he had seen better days. He stared at the two of you blankly, his voice clearly giving away that he couldn't wait to finish helping you. You could see your boyfriend's jaw tense. After you gave him your shoe size you hid your amused smile behind your hand, turning to stare up at Ice. He only rolled his eyes fondly. Moments later you had your roller skates. The man behind the counter passed Ice his change before the two of you walked away.
You and Ice sat down on one of the benches to change your shoes. Once you were finished you stood up taking a second to regain your balance before setting some of your belongings down on the unclaimed table nearby. Ice walked up behind you as you set your jacket on top of your purse. His arms wound around your waist causing you to jump slightly. “Ready baby?” He murmured into the skin of your neck. You nodded, following after him as he headed toward the rink.
Your hand was slotted into his as you skated around the rink. There were hardly any other people in the building. You and Ice took advantage of that. Just as you were making another lap of the rink he pulled you into the middle, twirling you around before pulling you back into his arms. You stared up at him as he did. There was a broad smile wretched across his face and a warm look in his eyes. You found comfort in the look, reveling in the dimple displayed on his cheek. One that other people rarely got the pleasure to see. You smiled up at him, staring into his eyes and allowing yourself to get lost in them. When he noticed his smile softened, fingers rubbing over your lower back.
The pair of you remained like that, you wrapped in his arms as you simply stared at each other. The few other people in the rink skated past you. With one hand, Ice reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, causing a warm blush to rise on your cheeks. He grinned down at you. Ice thought you looked beautiful. The changing neon lights of the roller skating rink cast a wonderful glow over you. Your eyes seemed to stand out even brighter under the bright lights.
You snapped him from his daze by tugging on his hand, watching him with a teasing smile. He only grinned back at you, not embarrassed in the slightest that you had caught him staring at you. Ice pressed one last kiss to your forehead before the two of you resumed skating. Ice followed you as you led him around the rink.
Everything was going perfectly fine until you suddenly tripped, a loud gasp escaping your lips. Your boyfriend moved quickly, arm winding around your waist before you could hit the ground. Once Ice had stabilized you he moved to be in front of you, checking you over religiously for any injuries. You laughed quietly, bringing a hand up to rest on his cheek. “I’m fine, Ice.” Offering him a reassuring smile, you leaned up to press your lips to his cheek, kissing it softly.
Your boyfriend nodded softly, eyes running over you one last time. Tugging on his hand, you pulled him along with you as you continued skating. Ice smiled softly behind you, squeezing your hand three times gently. You returned the gesture with a wide smile. You sped up in front of him, letting go of his hand and racing him around the rink. With a soft laugh, Ice followed right behind you.
A/n: Thank you all for reading! Feel free to send in any requests.
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sunlightmurdock · 2 years ago
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Katie, congrats on your milestone !! <3 I don’t think that sub rosa Bradley would ever actually be this ballsy—lest Iceman might literally kill him—but please indulge me for a second 😂 I can’t stop thinking Bradley fingering lil Kazansky under the table at a family dinner because she’s been teasing him all day before they had to go to her parents’ house. The whole family is there along with Mav and Penny. Bradley’s hand slowly creeping up her thigh, discreetly making its way under her dress and making her breath hitch, nearly choking on her drink, his movements painfully slow so as not to alert anyone of what’s going on, but also to punish her for teasing him, and stopping right before she can reach her high and leaving her a flustered mess :)
- @sugarcoated-lame 🥰🫶🏼🫶🏼
She’s a tease at the best of times but this past weekend, when all of them have been invited to her father’s lake house for the Fourth of July weekend — she has been an absolute menace.
Asking him to reapply the sunscreen on her shoulders, pushing her ass back against him as he had.
Looking him dead in the eyes, ice-cream on her lips, being extra slow to lick it back off.
Falling into bed last night wearing not a stitch of clothing, claiming that it would just be too warm otherwise — knowing that these old beds creak and her family were right down the hall.
Today, he has been avoiding her as much as he can and being an excellent future son in law. Her mother is really starting to warm up to him, and Mav always tries to vouch for his good character so that’s a bonus too.
Becoming an expert at this game now, Bradley makes it impossible for her to get him alone all day. So, she takes matters into her own hands. He’s sitting out on the back porch on the left of Thomas Kazansky when his phone buzzes with a text message from her. He should know better but he opens it out of instinct.
Bradley almost chokes on his beer at the sight of a picture that he took himself suddenly appearing on his own screen. It’s her, on her back in his bed. Bathed in the glow of his lamp, completely naked and her eyelids heavy with lust, not sleep. His fingers are in her mouth, his cum is coating her tits, and his still hard cock is just between her legs.
Her face isn’t in it completely, but either way Bradley’s first instinct is almost to toss his phone into the lake rather than get caught looking at a photo like this by his future father in law. And boss. Fuck, he forgets that Ice is his boss.
He shoves his phone into his pocket and turns his head, watching her lift her head and smile sweetly over at him from where she is playing with her nieces.
Bradley has tried to let go of the grudges he holds, and he’s working on telling himself that retaliation isn’t worth it. But today, she needs to learn.
He settles in beside her at dinner. It’s nice, a candlelit meal on the back porch, overlooking the lake with everyone that they love most in the world. Bradley slips his hand into hers, lifting her hand and kissing her knuckles softly.
To everyone else, he looks like the perfect gentleman as he brings their hands under the table and squeezes hers softly in his. He grabs his beer and takes a calm sip as he uncurls his fingers from hers and digs them into her thigh.
Her eyes widen. She bites her cheeks immediately. She was beginning to wonder when he would break.
Conversation carries on around them. Bradley is polite and engaged as his fingers dip under that pretty little skirt of hers and circle her clit until she’s soaking the pads of his fingers through her underwear.
She always fidgets so much when he’s touching her like this. She sips nervously at her wine glass, reaching down and curling her fingers around his wrist.
“Bradley,” She leans across to him, frowning softly. “I — I can’t… in front of all these people.”
“Feels like you can.” Bradley answers her, his face as calm as if they were talking about the weather. His fingers ditch her clit abruptly, making her jolt towards her wine glass. She grips his wrist tightly as he sinks two fingers into her at once.
Her eyes are ablaze — she loves when he takes charge like this, but god she wishes they were anywhere but here. She swallows softly, turning her head to stare at her silverware as his fingers curl into the plush of her walls, white knuckling the edges of her chair.
Her stomach grows tighter and she’s the furthest thing from engaged. Bradley’s deep in conversation with her sister, listening tentatively as he fucks his fingers in to her. Finally, she grabs at his wrist and squeezes tight. He pulls his fingers from her and relents, giving her thigh a soft squeeze.
“Are you going to behave now?” Bradley asks calmly, taking a swig of his beer. She swallows, then gives a shake of her head, wetting her lips with his tongue.
Bradley’s cock twitches in his pants as she turns her head to look at him, eyes serious.
“Meet me inside in three minutes.” She breathes out, excusing herself politely before he’s got a chance to argue. Bradley exhales softly, lips quirking to himself as he takes another drink. Really, he wouldn’t have this any other way.
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