#short and sweet installments because these fucking fake instagram posts take AN AGE TO CREATE

[tgmsunmontue]

A picture is worth 1000 words - 1/?

                Bradley stares.

                Hangman finally accepted his friend request, and it’s his fault for not sending it until after Hangman had already left, because everyone had been sitting around exchanging social media profiles and Bradley hasn’t used his in so long he was locked out and then thought he had to set up a whole new profile only to be told that his email address was already linked to another account and would he like to reset his password. He has no idea what his password is because Nat set up his fucking Instagram account.

                He had not been in the mood to figure it all out then and there so he’d just told everyone he’d friend them later. Which he had done, but he also suspects he’s friended some complete random people by accident. It’s fine. He’ll figure it out.

                After he’s done staring at the column of Hangman’s neck. He’s never really noticed it before. Or looked. Usually there are starched collars and uniform and Hangman never seemed to be out of his. He thinks this might be the first time he’s even seen a picture of Hangman not in a flight suit or uniform or some other type of military clothing. The scarf thing tied around his neck is... interesting. he wonders if it would work like a tie and he could tug Hangman around a little with it. He double taps, wanting to zoom in but fumbles his phone as a little red heart appears. What the fuck, he didn’t mean to heart it. Is there a thumbs up option? Oh god. What does a heart mean? All he wanted was to look at Hangman’s neck close up.

                He taps his phone against his forehead before typing out a comment. That’ll be more normal. Plenty of people have clicked on the heart, that’s just a like. Okay. He can calm down and not freak out. It’s fine. Everything is fine.

                Looking good Hangman.

                There. That’ll do.

TWO

[tgmsunmontue]

A picture is worth 1000 words - 3/?

Hangster post-TGM events, Jake and Bradley becoming friends on Instagram through increasingly competitive thirst traps.

ONE TWO

                Bradley looks at the notifications, the little red heart and then the comment:

                Not looking too shabby yourself there Rooster.

                What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Then he clicks through to the post Hangman had been commenting on and his jaw drops.

                “What the fuck…”

                He scrolls through the pictures, and they’re mostly candid shots, he’s not always half-naked, which is huge fucking relief, but he’s hardly looking at the camera, and except for a few silly selfie taken with Phoenix or some of his other friends.

                Fucking Natasha.

                He pulls up her contact details and thumbs over the call option and waits impatiently for her to pick up.

                “Hello.”

                “Yeah. Hi. Look, when you set up my account…”

                “I’m good thanks, how are you?”

                “Fuck off Nat, we already messaged a whole lot this morning. My Instagram account, did you give yourself admin access?”

                “What? No. I just had it set up as a second account on mine. I just switched between them when I thought there was a photo that should be… immortalized.”

                “Did you have to post so many of me?”

                “Bradshaw, it’s your account. It’s meant to be photos of you. And you have like… fifty followers. It’s not like I was hiring out a billboard.”

                “Isn’t it a little…”

                “You have posted far more suggestive photos on Grindr.”

                “Nat!” He isn’t going to ask how she knows that. Is a little afraid of the answer.

                “What?! You had me help you set that up too. I note that the password for that got changed within a couple of hours… It’s taken you five years, years Bradley, before you decided to actually use your Instagram account. Why did you agree to me setting it up if you weren’t ever going to use it?”

                “Because I can’t say no to you?”

                “Hmph. Fine. So what’s got you all…” he hears her go distant for a bit, can hear her muttering something before her voice becomes clearer again. “Oh. I see. Of course Hangman has you freaking out.”

                “I’m not freaking out!”

                “If he starts going through your old pics and liking them and then sends you a DM it means he’s DTF.”

                “Natasha!”

                “I’m just explaining how it usually works… you’re like… an Instagram baby.”

                “Hangman doesn’t want to fuck me.”

                “Uh… what? I… Are we talking about the same Hangman? I guess you can’t see him staring at your ass considering you’re walking away from him.”

                “Oh my god Phoenix, can you not?”

                “I could… but I’m not going to. Figure it out Bradshaw.”

FOUR