a few months ago my friend called me and told me she was moving back up near me from 7 hours south in the middle of nowhere and asked if i would help her because she couldn’t move the furniture by herself and the town was so small there was no moving company (there were actually only 5 or six businesses in the whole town including both restaurants) and she had no one else down there to ask.
And even though money is pretty tight for her, she told me I could name my price if I would help her, because it was so far away.
I told her she was a dummy for thinking i would take her money but that i would accept the traditional helping-a-friend-move price: a meal (i know she would feel wrong about herself if she didn’t do something for me in return, that’s just how she is) Tradition suggests pizza and beer, we opted for enchiladas and a margarita.
we crashed on the floor of the empty place and left back north in the morning - when we got back to the city three more friends met us at her storage place (the place she was moving into wouldn’t be vacant for a couple months) and we started to move all her stuff up to a storage room on the THIRD FLOOR (because large city storage places be like that)
we had just taken the first box out of the truck when the (only) lady working there walked by and told us they closed in an hour and twenty minutes, and she couldn’t stay even a little late because she had to get to her other job.
One hour twenty minutes. To completely un-jenga a large uhaul and re-tetris it back into a similar sized room on the third floor.
We all just, shared a look, took off hoodies, and got the fuck down to business.
It was actually.. I still cherish look we passed around. The tiny eyebrow quirks and chin nods. The eye glints. The bigger breath we each took as we prepared to kick it up several gears. That moment of wordless connection, when we all just silently agreed that we were damn well going to do the impossible and didn’t even waste the time it would take to say anything, just got to it.
And we did it too. Finished with exactly two full minutes to spare. And then we all went for dinner and drinks to celebrate. And my friend’s friends that came to help? Two of them were acquaintances/friends of mine already. Like I lived with one for a year a decade ago sort of thing. But this experience? Brought us all closer. Made myself a new friend too.
And the friend i helped move? She and I are closer than ever because of it.
When i left our storage success diner to go home, she asked me again if I was sure i wouldn’t take any money.
I said “I ever tell you when I was 22 I went down to Hollywood to try that scene out? Anyway ten months later, when I just couldn’t do it anymore, and needed to come back, I called one of my best friends and said i can’t do this anymore i need to come back.
You know what he said? He said: I’ll be there tomorrow. Not how much will you pay me, not what do i get out of it, not will you be able to cover my gas, just: I’ll be there tomorrow. Okay? You’re my friend. If you need help, I’m going to be there”
If helping someone move ruins your friendship, you’re doing at least one of those two things very wrong.
Featuring Deaf Jake and his older brother Bob, who tries to find Jake a date on Instagram. Bradley and Natasha answer.
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN
PART TWELVE
Now that he’s come he can concentrate on getting Bradley there, although his own body still feeling a little shaky with how fast he just came. He’d be embarrassed if he was the type of person to ever get embarrassed. Instead he wraps his fingers around Bradley’s cock, fingers now slippery with cum as he grips and pumps Bradley’s cock, eyes flicking from his face to his cock, to the straining tendons in his neck. His entire body seems taut above Jake, he can see the muscles in his stomach twitching, tremors in his arms as he holds himself braced above Jake.
“Jake.” He sounds broken. Gorgeous. But he looks even better, skin glistening with the slightest hint of a sweat, hair damp and curling, eyes blown wide and fixed on Jake, his body firm against his, lips red and slick. “Oh god, yeah, gonna come…” Jake keeps stroking him through it, watching avidly as Bradley’s entire body jerks as he comes, his come mixing with Jakes and making him feel smug and powerful, loved making people fall apart in bed and Bradley looked so good while doing so.
He feels the slight shift, the hitch of Bradley’s hips away, relaxes his grip on Bradley’s still hard cock but doesn’t let go, just hold it in his hand, runs his spare hand through Bradley’s curls and lets his eyes flutter closed as he hears and feels Bradley’s groan against the hollow of his neck before Bradley’s pressing kisses along his collar, up his neck, jaw, to his mouth.
“Imagine how good we’re going to get with practice…” Bradley says, pulling back enough to say the words clearly. Jake can’t help it, throws his head back and laughs; the words send a thrill through him, that Bradley had meant it, that this isn’t going to be a one-time thing. He knows it’s what they talked about, but it wouldn’t be the first time someone lied just to get laid.
“We are going to get very good,” Jake murmurs, scratching his fingers through Bradley’s hair. Then Bradley pulls away further and Jake is reminded that while it had been very fucking hot in the heat of the moment they’re sticky and have a layer of rapidly cooling come between them. As he watches Bradley pulls away and strips off his underwear completely, something Jake whole heartedly approved of. Then he’s using it to wipe at Jake in a vain attempt at cleanup and he shakes his head, pushes his own underwear down and lobs it toward his laundry basket.
“Come on.”
“Where?”
“Quick cleanup. Then I’m going to bed.”
“Can I stay?” Bradley asks, and he’s chewing on his bottom lip as his hands move, which is bad form but Jake supposes nerves may have a lot to do with it. He can do something about the nerves at least, and if someone is going to chew on Bradley’s lips it’s going to be him.
“Yeah. I kind of expected you to. Did you really think I’m going to say no?”
Bradley shrugs then, ducks his head like he’s embarrassed and Jake wonders who’s hurt him in the past. He slides his palm around the back of Bradley’s neck and tugs him close enough to kiss again, lets himself enjoy the warm press of Bradley’s naked body against his.
“I didn’t want to assume.”
“You can always ask. I ain’t afraid of telling you no.”
“Which is why I asked…” Bradley mutters and Jake grins, lets his fingers dig into the flesh of Bradley’s hips as he walks him backwards toward the bathroom. He really likes that Bradley doesn’t seem to be averse to arguing with him.
“Want me to reward you?”
“Oh fuck off…”
Jake laughs again, darts forward to nip at Bradley’s bottom lip before stepping around him to quickly turn the shower on. He needs to take his aids out, do his evening routine, which is always easier in the shower anyway. Turning back to Bradley he pulls one of his aids out, setting it in its container before removing the other, tries not to feel nervous.
“Now you need to rely on your sign…” Bradley grins, his hands and lips move and Jake frowns, already frustrated. “Yeah, naked. Genius.” Now Bradley is frowning, suddenly shaking his head and he’s rubbing his face, clearly equally frustrated. Then he’s making another sign, this time the one for easy. It’s similar enough to naked that Jake realizes Bradley has mixed them up and he laughs a little, frustration melting away as Bradley continues to sign, a little haltingly, that he’s distracted and forgetful because Jake is naked. Jake likes that excuse and says as much, enjoys the rumble and vibrations of Bradley’s laughter as he holds him under the spray of water. Fuck it feels good.
It takes a certain level of trust to fall asleep with someone else there when he’s taken his aids out. He becomes hyper-aware of every little movement in the bed. Bradley’s weight and heat are new, the arm slung over his stomach and twirling in the hair around his navel is new. The soft-spikey moustache kisses across his shoulders are new too, but he doesn’t mind any of it. Can’t wait for it to longer be new, but familiar instead.
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from my…. Jake hates Bradley’s bf fic. It’s massive now and… it hurts. Why did I write this????? idk but it’s canon compliant (post canon) annnnnddd 40k+ rn
“Shit. I gotta pick Brian up.” He muttered, feeling for his phone. When he clicked the screen on he cringed at the six missed calls. Fuck.
“You guys are pretty serious then?” Jake quipped, leaning his hip against the arm of the couch.
“Yeah. I mean, he lives with me now.” Bradley blinked, still distracted by all the texts he needed to catch up on.
“Doesn’t mean it’s serious. He could just be looking for a place to stay.” Jake smiled sharply. “Since ‘ya barely know him.”
That snapped Bradley’s head up quick.
“Yeah, he’s with me for housing. Because he couldn’t possibly want to be with me for any other reason.” Bradley said sharply, hurt curling in his stomach. “Believe it or not, just because you didn’t want to be with me, doesn’t mean other people don’t.”
Jake’s smile faded. “So you like him.”
Bradley let out a slow breath, forcing himself not to react how he wanted. “Yeah, Jake. I like him.”
Jake opened his mouth like he had something else to say. Maybe another poor taste joke or quip. But he just stood there, green eyes glued to the couch. Opening. Closing.
Bradley was about to ask him what, but Jake took a quick step back.
“Good for you then.” Jake turned swiftly on his feet toward the door. He looked over his shoulder at the threshold, the epitome of unbothered. “See you around, Bradshaw.”
Bradley rolled his eyes and looked down at the sandwich Jake brought him. Italian. No mustard or pickles. How the hell did he remember his order after all this time?
He clenched his jaw and unwrapped the paper, his stomach growling from not eating since breakfast. He wasn’t going to let his mind wander to Jake. Or what they could have been. Jake had his chance, and he’d lost it.
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I was at the market today and a young man was very rude to the tea vendor. He said the tea was "just hot leaf water." Then proceded to laugh at the vendor.
He is correct. It is hot leaf water. And the leaves matter. And the temperature of the water matters. And the vessel you drink it from matters. And who you share it with matters most of all.
Everything is "just" something, if you are determined to miss the point.
Car ride to work this morning, thinking about Hangster yet again. But this time Romeo and Juliet type, but modern day with rival families and Jake and Bradley deciding to fake date to annoy and piss off their respective parental influences (let's just imagine they've both been getting the pressure to 'settle down' and maybe date someone longer than a couple of weeks... So they kind of figure that pretending to date each other will get their elders to stop having a say, because LOOK, they're dating someone SERIOUSLY! And "I didn't know how to tell you, because I knew you wouldn't approve...")
Of course they end up falling for each other, but they'd be dumb asses of course and oblivious as to what the other was feeling so requited- unrequited and pining while fucking. That's a thing now right?
Now, I would love their families to be super annoyed with this. Sure, they asked them to settle down, but couldn't they have chosen literally anyone else.
The thing is, when someone in the Seresin clan proposes to offer Jake different candidates that would fit their family better, the idea immediately gets shot down by the Nonna. She may not like the Bradshaw boy, but by God, she didn't raise a cheater.
(Jake has a big Italian family in this version, and his Nonna runs the whole family better than the army.)
Now, someone from Bradley’s family is trying to talk Bradley out of the relationship, but Bradley being the little shit he is, is twisting the conversation until it sounds like the person is biphobic.
"I don't know why this is such a big problem, I told you I liked boys as well ages ago and you said you'd be happy with whoever I chose. Does this mean you were lying to me?" 🥺
"No, of course it's no problem. You know we love you."
"So, it's fine if I bring Jake for dinner tomorrow?"
"Absolutely, just maybe, you know, tone done the PDA a little." [Jake and Bradley were extra handsy the first time to piss Bradley’s family off, I'm talking ass grabs, French kisses and lots of eye fucking.]
"I knew it, me being bi is only okay as long as you don't have to see it."
Imagine if we actually have Bradley and Jake who hooked up 9 months ago, little mean with it, but also REALLY FUCKING GOOD and they knew who the other was but kind of pretended that they didn't maybe?
But they're at this high society function and bump into each other, snarking at each other and then Bradley makes a passing comment about his parentals trying to get him to settle down. And Jake's ears perk up, because he's just had the exact same argument with his parents. They don't understand why he hasn't settled down and married like all of his sisters?!?
The families are definitely annoyed, and keep trying to catch them in a lie, because they know their kid, and they also know they haven't been dating this other person for nine fucking months, no matter what they say. So they both say they weren't seriously dating, because they both thought their families wouldn't approve, but they haven't been able to think about anyone else since, despite their best efforts, so now they're going to give it a shot and the support of their families WOULD MEAN SO MUCH!!! (Cue family feeling guilty and awkward and also passive aggressive about being MORE SUPPORTIVE and MORE WELCOMING than the other family...) (Also all of Jake's sisters and niblings LOVE Bradley).
Jake and Bradley have a common goal now, and they HAVE had sex once, so Jake can make a comment about where Bradley's tattoos are, and Bradley can make comments about Jake's moles on the inside of his thigh. Now they're going on very public dates with each other, but also going to the gym, and dinner with friends, and then they take a vacation together. They genuinely start to enjoy each other's company. All while fucking because these two were both fuck boys with high sex drives and they both enjoy sex very much so they're making the most of pretty much having sex whenever and wherever, and it's definitely got some perks. (Also soft and domesticated moments which they have never experienced with another person before - like HELLO!)
Bradley and Jake are both taken aside by family and asked whether they're TRULY serious, and this is when they both have the self-realisation that maybe they are starting to actually feel FEELINGS about the other.
Now it would start to get messy - because they're in love with each other, their families have come around to the idea, but neither of them think they deserve the other person's love. Like Jake thinks Bradley is too good for him (he volunteers at camps with kids who have cancer, but SECRETLY), and Bradley thinks the same of Jake (who secretly funds two different animal rescues).
So both Bradley and Jake are sort of moping, thinking that they're going to have to break up, and their families are like "what is wrong with you?"
"I'm in love with Jake/Bradley, but they don't love me back..."
Cue the confused looks because they have all SEEN how their child gets looked at like they hung the moon, which is THE REASON why they've been putting up with that Seresin/Bradshaw kid and they know their kid is loved by the other... So then they do something they never thought they would have to do and they're ringing their 'sworn enemy' and says they have to get their kid to tell their kid that he loves him. And of course it ends in a screaming match which both Jake and Bradley overhear and that's when they realise that maybe the other does love them. And that their families have put aside their animosity to get them to stop moping.
What if, Danny considers all the storyline as part of the service.
Sam, Danny, Jazz, Tucker and Dan create the characters with so much love. This are they're OC'S y'all.
The characters have backgrounds, but more importantly their current situations. Why are they working here?
Anna is struggling financially and her parents are threatening to throw her out, so she's desperately trying to get money before that happens.
Joseph is saving to finally get formal education and finish highschool. He wants to be a good example for his future kids and be able to afford they're education.
Angeline is so happy to be a head chef. As a women, it's been hard getting this position, despite all her years of experience in the kitchen. She's still working on balancing being too soft with the people under her, and being too strict. But she loves this job so much.
Things like that. And their wardrobe and character design! They all spend hours around Danny asking him to change and adjust like one of those girl games where you created your own doll. But you have infinite options and complete freedom.
“Could you make the hair a tan bit lighter? No, no, that's too light.”
“Sam, it's almost the same color!”
“No they're not, and I need something in between!”
"I think the nose should be bigger? Yeah yeah like that. And let's put a mole here!"
"Ellie, there's already a mole there."
"Well, then make it darker, because I can't see it!"
Danny got a phone just for this, where he keeps the characters notes. The phone Gallery is full of photos of him in character wearing all the possible wardrobe the character would wear.
At some point Paulina and Star are pulled in to create some outfits. Maybe they know about Danny, maybe they don't and they simply say that some co-workers need help with their fashion.
Sam, Danny, Jazz, Danny and Dan reunite every now and then to put together storylines. It's open improv so they're not writing scripts but more like events that need to be reached. (Choose whoever you think is speaking)
“How ready are you for kid characters?”
“Uh… haven't tried yet?”
“Because I've been thinking that Alice could be a teen mom!”
"She's like 23, a bit old for teen mom, you know?"
"Was a teen mom 🙄. The kids is like 8."
“Wait, isn't Alice going out with Mark? The Mark that has explicitly said that he absolutely never likes kids? The one that was thinking about proposing?”
“Yes, so picture this. Alice comes to the restaurant for whatever reason and it is revealed that Alice has kids, and never told Mark!”
“Mark has a temper, it would be a whole screaming match! The drama! Will he reveal he was planning to propose?”
“Okay, okay, but we need some ground work, we can't just get that out without any hints.”
“Well, it'll take me a while to get a kid right.” Danny says while making a clone half his height but with all the proportions wrong. “So we have time for that…”
They're all aware that the clients go to the restaurant more for the absolute soap opera that the workers have for lives, than for the food. Sure, the food is good, but the drama? The friends to lovers, the love triangle, the break ups, the return character for last season.
It works because no one knows these people outside of the restaurant so it feels like pure gossip that doesn't actually affect their community, but also they can interact and affect the story!!! And the community is closer than ever because it's impossible to be there for every scene, so they rely on each other to be up to date.
The whole bats being suspicious still work, since they all may have forgotten the characters should have some life out of the restaurant, that is seen instead of just told. Characters are only seen within the neighborhood for special scenes in the neighborhood bakery, and whatnot, but they'll always be back at the restaurant or disappear before they can follow them anywhere else.
There's no way all these people live there, and it doesn't match with how they act in the restaurant at all. What's going on!?
Danny's becoming the best actor in history. In the end, all the duplicates are still him. He just wished to know how Vlad did to reintegrate the memories of so many duplicates without getting a headache.
just a collection of scenes in Top Gun: Maverick where most of the young pilots are together in the room. btw, notice how Jake / Hangman always tend to sit at the front row of the class….just like Maverick would (with Goose) in the first movie. overachievers or teacher’s pet? xD
(The best of this post and its reblogs, but with links that work)
Here is a website where you can scroll down to all the different levels of the ocean
Here is a website where you can see the future of the universe
Here is a website where you can press a ‘make everything okay’ button, over and over, until things really are okay
Here is a website that you can read if you feel like a burden
Here is a website where you can look at strobe illusions (TW strobe/flashing)
Here is a website where you can cut stuff up (TW blood/sh)
Here and here are websites where you can play with sand
Here is a website where you can draw with macaroni and other fun foods
Here is a website where you can paint someone’s nails
Here is a website where you can grow a garden with emojis
Here is a website with hundreds of videos of people hugging you (rightfully dubbed ‘the nicest place on the internet’ because it really is, y’all, it made me cry)
Here is a website that will take you to other useless websites
Here is a website where you can make a tiny cat play bongo drums (and other instruments!)
Here is a website to help give you gentle reminders <3
Here is a website where you can grow a tiny farm
Here is a website where you can take a bunch of scientific personality tests
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Different first meeting, divorce court meet-cute/meet-ugly, flirting, getting to know each other
"Got plans after this?" The guy asks, smiling at Jake like they met at a bar instead of in a fucking courthouse on a random Thursday morning in October.
"Are you hitting on my outside of divorce court?" Jake asks with a laugh. The guy really isn't bad to look at, not by a long shot, but Jake's starting to question his sanity — hitting on a fellow aviator is one thing, doing it right now though? A little insane. Maybe a lot insane. But Jake's surprised to find that isn't a turnoff.
The guy shrugs, still smiling, "I figured there was a good chance you were single. Might as well shoot my shot since we're both sitting here all by our lonesome."
"It's a good way to get your ass kicked," Jake says, meaning it. This guys lucky Jake's into men and not homophobic like 80% of the people he's dealt with outside of his squad.
"Don't tempt me with a good time," He says with a wink. "I think I could hold my own against you though."
"I wouldn't be so sure, maybe I fight dirty."
"Baby you would never, not with me."
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“They think we’re keeping it quiet because we’re worried people won’t be accepting.”
“What.” Bradley's expression is disbelieving.
“Gail finally told me. Then I asked the kids.”
“I mean… we do do a lot of stuff together.”
“Yeah. But we’re not dating,” Jake scoffs.
“Do you want to be?”
“What,” Jake says, eyes bugging, because that seriously sounds like a terrible way to ask someone out, if that is indeed what Bradley is trying to do. He doesn’t even know if he wants to be asked out. By Bradley or anyone else.
From Chapter 5 of Scattering seeds to the wind to see what grows
Hear me out model Jake and mechanic Bradley. Jake’s fancy car breaks down in the middle of nowhere and after wandering for half an hour he finally finds a small town. He talks to some locals, who look at him like he’s an alien because he’s dressed all fancy, and finds out that there’s a garage and a mechanic who can help. When he reaches the destination, he doesn’t expect to find a man lying on the ground, under a car but more importantly he doesn’t expect this man to be all muscle, sweat glistening on his skin, grease on his tank top and arms, wild curls and brown eyes. He also doesn’t expect him to look Jake up and down like that, smirking while Jake explains his situation and asks for help and he absolutely does not expect him to smile and say “let’s see your car, princess”
TGM AU - Jake is a NICU nurse and Bradley Bradshaw's newborn twins are two of his newest patients. (Previous tumblr post).
Alternating Jake/Bradley POVs (Odd/Even)
PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVE PART SIX PART SEVEN PART EIGHT
PART NINE
He spends a ridiculous amount of time scrolling through Bradley’s Instagram, careful not to like anything. There are, understandably, a lot of photos of Natasha, but there are a lot of other people as well; and considering the reappearance of the same people in other photos in uniform he supposes that they’re also in the Navy. There’s not very much in the way of PDA between Bradley and Natasha, other than them nearly always being side-by-side. Bradley’s profile is public though, and Jake wonders if there are rules or something that stop Bradley from posting stuff like that.
Or maybe he and Natasha just aren’t that much into PDA. Seems a little odd though, considering how openly affectionate Bradley has been with his babies. Although, now that Jake thinks about it, he has seen Bradley press multiple kisses to the top of Natasha’s head or side of her face. Natasha has been less affectionate, so maybe that’s the reason Bradley tempers himself.
Jake isn’t so careful about not liking posts with the BradshawBabies account, lets himself like nearly all the photos, commenting with an extra heart when he recognizes them as photos he must have taken because both Bradley and Natasha are in them with Oliver and Charlotte. He sees pictures of the nursery that’s waiting for them and the gifts they’ve received. There are lots of comments wishing them congratulations and he realizes from reading them that Rooster and Phoenix must be their callsigns. Fitting really, both being birds with bright plumage.
He goes back to Bradley’s account, scrolls back to even older posts; there are photos of him and Natasha at weddings, dancing together, sitting together with their heads tilted toward each other, Bradley asleep on Natasha’s shoulder with his head tipped back so far you can see up his nose. Looking at photos of so many happy couples makes him reinstall Grindr on his phone. Not that he’s likely to find the love of his life on an app, but he sure as hell isn’t going to find it working in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit.
While he would kind of like to get laid, putting in any type of effort into an unknown right now seems like a disproportionate amount of work considering the payoff. What he wants more than sex is a relationship, companionship and someone to share his life with, but he could really do without sifting through the shit first and people acting like sex is the first and most important thing. He aimlessly swipes through and it makes him feel even more despondent about being single, but also he feels less alone somehow.
Next day he calls his family, a video call to wish his older sister happy birthday, promises his other sisters he’ll be home for their collective birthday, because if he didn’t go home for that there would be hell to pay. He’s already planned to take the time off work, but it’s also a couple of months away and he’s already looking forward to it. Glad he has a summer birthday to give him an excuse mid-year to go and visit his family.
Monday roles around and he knows he’ll likely be discharging Oliver and Charlotte Bradshaw today once the doctors have done their rounds, and part of him is happy that they’re well enough to go home, but he’s going to miss seeing Bradley every day. The cup of coffee on the shelf outside his office tells him Bradley and Natasha have already arrived and he’s trying to convince himself it’s a good thing because he needs to not develop a deeper crush on a guy who is so clearly taken and committed to his partner and kids. Sue him. He’s envious of Natasha.
The external buzzer forces him from his maudlin thoughts and he goes to the door, opens them and takes in the guy standing there looking a little lost but also determined. Jake would pin him as a new dad, easy, except there weren’t any new arrivals overnight, because they’re full to the brim right now, baby boom in full swing.
“Hi, can I help you?”
“Uh. I’m looking for Natasha Trace or Bradley Bradshaw?”
Well. Okay then. Jake gives the guy another look, and he’s a similar age, tidy looking and Jake recognizes him from some of Bradley’s photos now that he’s paying attention.
“Are they expecting you?” Jake asks.
The guy runs his eyes over him and Jake recognizes that look. He isn’t used to being checked out at his place of work, given that single gay guys aren’t usually new parents. But here is a friend of some parents… well. Jake doesn’t usually see friends either, but if neither Natasha and Bradley have their own parents in the picture, (and he really doesn’t understand why they don’t), then maybe friends are the next best thing to have visit. Friends of Bradley and Natasha are probably decent people.
“Yeah. I’m a friend of theirs from work. Robert Floyd. I’m happy to just wait here. I sent them a message in our group chat.”
“I’ll go and let them know you’re here, just take a seat.”
Bradley and Natasha are thrilled that Bob has arrived, which Jake takes as a good sign. Natasha giving him the tightest hug while Bradley stands back and explains to him that Bob is Natasha’s back seater and the person she usually flies with. Jake had thought that Bradley and Natasha would have flown together, but maybe there are rules around that too. Regardless, Natasha can hug people. Case in point. And sure enough Jake is correct about Charlotte and Oliver being discharged, sets the paperwork in motion and tries to remain upbeat about it.
“How did we end up with so much stuff?” Natasha is saying; Bradley is carrying the car seats with the babies, a backpack on. Bob is carrying a couple more bags as well and Natasha also has one. Jake watches them go, raising his hand to wave when Bradley and Natasha look back, his heart twisting a little. It’s that feeling that makes him suddenly determined, takes a few steps and touches Bob on the elbow and he stops, looks at Jake expectantly.
“Hey, Bob. Uh. Sorry to be a little weird, just. Do you want to grab a drink?”
Bob blinks at him, his face morphing into a wide smile which he quickly ducks to hide and oh yeah, he’s kind of cute. Sweet. Maybe too sweet for Jake maybe, but he’s trying to try new things.
“Um. Sure. I. I don’t drink alcohol, but a coffee or something else would be good. Let me give you my number.”
Then Jake has one new number in his phone and tentative plans for a drink in a few nights time and he feels hopeful about something for the first time in a long time. It buoys him up for most of the day and the next, until he checks his phone on Tuesday evening and finds the message: Sorry, change of plans. Can’t meet up anymore. Sorry.
Well that sucks.
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