a hero will come

hale. 30+. mostly top gun, glen powell and stargate with a sprinkling of whatever i feel like.

asks are always open.

ty @spurious for the tag!

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“It’s not fucking porn you weirdo,” Bradley demanded, part of him wishing it had been porn because at least that was easier to explain. The rest of her statement finished percolating and he frowned. “The fuck kind of porn do you think I watch?” Nat was watching the video, a frown on her face but she replied anyway. “Dunno dude, I’ve seen you date. I bet you look for all the sweet and kind stuff, hand holding and shit. Soulmate kinda bullshit.” It would be more offensive if it was anything resembling false, and less embarrassing if it was something he watched because at least then there would be something for him to watch. Instead, his forays into porn whenever he was single and lonely always left him unsatisfied because, for as much as he hated Nat giving him shit over this, he did want the hand holding and the staring into the eyes and all the romance that resulted in him having a romance novel collection worthy of a bored 1980’s housewife. He blamed his Mom for his reading habits. And Fabio. Mostly Fabio.