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Hangster | E | 34k Getting together, secretly married, slice of life, love letters Bradley spends 34k drinking 'I love my husband' juice

"Who are you always writing to, Bradshaw," Nat slides into the seat next to him in the rec room, a bag of potato chips in her hand. Bradley eyes the chips, he hasn't gotten anything from the commissary all week, he should do that. "Got a girl back home you haven't told us about?" Bradley pauses for a second before answering, "Yeah, something like that." Or: Bradley Bradshaw is a sappy romantic — vignettes throughout the years of Bradley being in love with Jake.

@topgundrabble

"You are still covered in glitter," Javy tells him as Jake flops into his seat.

“My best friend”—

“One of your best friends,” Javy corrects.

“One of my best friends,” Jake allows, “Is a drag performer at Wreckers.”

He delights in the confusion & dropped jaws from the Daggers who have heard of it.

"Please tell me you've tried on her heels," Nat asks eagerly.

“Of course I have. We’re the same size," Jake tells her. “She says I don’t have the legs for it which is horseshit. My calves are stunning. Right, Bradshaw?"

"I..."

Exactly 100 words for @topgundrabble (and also for @shorelinetides)

Huddled around Javy's phone, the squad peers down at the photograph with mixed surprise and delight.

It's Jake.

It's Jake in the world's tightest pants and a cropped t-shirt. There's a chain around his waist. His hair is free of its usual strictures, artfully messy. There's a pride flag slung over one shoulder. He is covered in glitter.

"Bradshaw, you run into Hangman at the Pride parade yesterday?" Natasha asks, sweetly. Across the room, Bradley looks up, startled, and frowns.

"Uh, yeah, I think I…. saw him. How'd you know?"

Nat's grin is predatory.

Jake Seresin/Bradley Bradshaw | T | 4.5k Tarot readings, friends with benefits, pining, Bradley being a bitch (affectionate), Nat & Bradley bestieism

"The Hanged Man," Misty says, looking at Bradley like Nat didn't just squawk next to him. "Not that card," Bradley says quickly. "Let me pick another one." It's just — it can't be that card. Bradley would take basically any other card. He didn't even realize that card was a fucking option. Or Nat drags Bradley to a tarot card reading. He can’t stop thinking about Jake.

Whiskey In Mind Top Gun: Maverick | Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/Jake “Hangman Seresin | 2,849 words | Rated M

"Thanks for the drink," Bradley says, spinning the glass between his fingers before taking another appreciative sip. "How'd you know my brand?" The man laughs, and Bradley watches the movement of his throat, the curl of his lips. "Well now," the man says, and there's a trace of country in his vowels that Bradley can't quite tell if he's imagining, an illusion conjured up by the influence of his surroundings. "There's certain things you can just tell about a guy."

or; Bradley, Jake, and meeting for the first time. Again.

featuring: aggressive flirting, strangers to lovers except not that at all, tongue-in-cheek daddy kink, and a lot of really fed up friends