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🫖 - spill the tea (share a snippet/image)

The back of Bradley’s head prickled with awareness, the sudden and familiar feeling of being watched rearing up sharp and clear. He spun, ready to parry, only to see Jake of all people leaning against the opposing wall.  Looking gorgeous, obviously. Not a hair out of place. But with his crossed arms and deep frown, he struck Bradley as both deeply unimpressed and just barely reigning in a powerful anger (an anger he knew well, and didn't care to be on the wrong side of). Jake quirked an eyebrow as Bradley finally lowered his gun. “You done runnin’ yet?” he asked, voice tight. Bradley sighed and tucked the pistol away again. “How’d you find me?” Jake huffed an exhale. A muscle in his jaw ticked in irritation. “I LoJacked your car.” Bradley blinked. “You –? When did you do that?” he sputtered.

*you know what I am here for

WIP Wednesday WERK

Mickey @ Bradley in this entire piece

@hangmanbradshaw STEPH it's almost football night again (yay) and I'll humbly trade you a sports announcer update for this one – which thank you again for helping me crack:

"Jake, baby."

The sweet nothing slips out before Bradley can stop himself – he's been biting it back for so long, it was just a matter of time before he cracked, but Jake doesn't even register the pet name. He looks so crestfallen and so sad in the doorway, Bradley moves before thinking, reaching forward to bring Jake close against him.

Any exhaustion from grabbing the keys and making the seven hour drive through the middle of the night is gone in a moment. Jake's hair is tangled under his trembling fingers, as if Jake's been laying down all day.

"What are you doing here?" Jake mumbles, pulling back and squinting in confusion.

"You didn't answer my calls."

Jake shuffles on his crutches, avoiding Bradley's prying look. "I didn't answer anyone, really. So you just - decided to drive? The entire way overnight?"

He still hasn't let go of Jake's waist, unwilling to break that point of connection. "It wasn't that bad."

Jake swears under his breath. "Jesus, you're something else. Come in, come on."

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Hello @hangmanbradshaw! So I hadn't had anything about Bradley's eyes yet Steph, which shame on me for that, so I wrote this for you!

It'd been the third thing he'd ever noticed about Bradley, those haunting cow eyes of his. How sad and wide they'd looked in that moment. The way they'd darkened with surprise and skepticism when he'd seemingly finally taken in the fact Jake was in fact asking him out on a date.

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hiiii steph! @hangmanbradshaw

here's a hotdog for you. more to come obviously

In my downtime, I talk to Detroiters who speak fondly of the team. They share memories of going to the old Tiger Stadium with their dads and grandpas. Sun-filled afternoons with more hotdogs than they could stomach. They tell me how they bring their own kids now. It's a story we all know well — baseball has always had the ability to bring people together.

a stupid gift wrapped with a bow — canon-ish hangster food sex

austin’s favorite mastermind ;) — sports AU one night stand