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“I don’t really care about sport at all, to be honest. Least of all golf, I couldn’t tell you a good game from a bad one,” Bradley huffed out, “I just put ESPN on when I can’t sleep, listening to people droll on about boring shit sometimes helps me crash again for a couple of hours.”
“Does that happen a lot?” Jake asked, leaning against the doorway.
“Sometimes,” Bradley shrugged. It stung somewhere, deep down, that Jake didn’t already know this; it felt criminal that there was anything about Bradley he didn’t already know.
“Does it actually help?”
“Sometimes,” Bradley said again, before a smile took over his face, “it’s how I learned who you were, you know? So, it has its perks, I guess.”
The words soothed the sting all at once, warming him over instead; but it was more than just the words Bradley had said. It was something in the way he looked at Jake, the way it eased the frown lines that Jake had noticed were more present than not, the way Jake could see even now, when Bradley was exhausted and worn out, the tension that had been in his shoulders when Jake entered the room slowly letting out.
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long one today! couldn't find a way to make this shorter without losing too much context so you guys get an extra treat :)
"Worse than the time you tried to break up with Missy and she pretended she didn't understand what you meant?" Nat continues. "And you ended up dating her for another year and a half because you got deployed and didn't want to break up with her over text?"
"Jesus, Nat, would you go easy on me?" Bradley says indignantly. "There are more pressing matters at hand right now, firebird."
"Fine." Nat resigns. "I guess it can't be worse than the time you got drunk and took Missy home not even two months after you broke up with her."
"I never told you about that!"
"I have my sources."
"Stop listening to them." Bradley says, then drops his voice to a disgruntled whisper. "Worse."
"Worse than that?" Nat squawks, and Bradley can practically hear her eyes widening. "Oh my god, you and Bagman finally hooked up, didn't you?"
"Yes and no."
"You didn't?" Nat curses. "Man, I have a lot of money riding on you two freaks."
"You guys took bets?"
"It's more like a sweepstake. Whoever's guess is closest gets the whole pool." Nat explains, but cuts herself off before Bradley can press for more details. "Not important. So did you or did you not hook up with Hangman?"
"I did, but—"
"I knew it!" Nat almost squeaks with glee. "Javy told me he heard someone sneaking out of Hangman's room on Saturday morning, I thought he was lying. Did you talk it out yet?"
"Not exactly."
"What do you mean, not exactly?" Nat says. "I mean, think about it. You're off your perch, he's… Okay, he's still pretty much the same. My point is, you're kinda perfect for each other."
"He hates me." Bradley rebuts. "I hate him."
"Yeah, I don't buy it. He's a terrible actor." Fabric rustles on the other end of the line as Nat shrugs. "And I've watched you swoon over him on more than one occasion."
"That is not true." He replies. "He's not even into guys."
"Eh."
"Eh?"
"I'm not blind." Nat tells him. "And I'm also not saying another word without a lawyer present."
"You suck."
"You love me."
Bradley rolls his eyes. "Unfortunately."
"So let me get this straight," Nat says, "you like him, he likes you, you had sex with the man, and now you're avoiding him?"
"Little hard to avoid him." Bradley mutters, feeling like a dog with his tail between his legs. "What with us being married and all."
"Javy!" Nat yells on the other end of the line. Through the tinny speaker, Bradley can hear Coyote's voice yelling back as his footsteps get closer.
"Why is he in your house?" Bradley asks, but Coyote is interrupting before he can get an answer out of Nat.
"You called?" Coyote is saying on the other end of the line. He tone is weirdly affectionate, and Bradley can hear Nat giggling like she only does when she's too fond to keep up appearances.
"La Sirena, tomorrow night." Nat is telling him. "My treat."
"Babe, that place is way over budget." Coyote replies. "We're not made of money."
"Babe?" Bradley says in disbelief.
Nat soundly ignores him. "We will be."
"What are you talking about?" Coyote asks, and Bradley hears what must be a notification pinging on the other end of the call. "Holy shit, Jake just called DEFCON five."
"Isn't five the good one?" Nat asks. "Shouldn't he know that?"
"Marry me..." Jake repeats, happiness and joy dripping from every pore of his body, his body sliding against Bradley's. "We love each other, why shouldn't we get married?"
"Uh... cause I'm already married?" Bradley states.
It stops him cold.
Ice in his veins.
Happiness and joy immediately turned to feelings of betrayal and hurt.
"The guy you've been fucking, the guy you've been in love with for three fucking years, asked you to marry him and instead of saying yes you told him you were already married? I always thought you were a bit of an idiot but this just confirms it."
"I wasn't expecting it! And I am married! To you!"
"And we could have gotten a quiet little divorce and no-one would have been any the wiser!" Natasha says, and she reaches over to poke him in the arm.
"Nat..." Bradley whines.
"What? Just go and tell him. You guys have been together long enough that he'll listen to you."
"Uh..." Bradley pulls a face, because Jake had been furious with him, not giving him any time or chance to explain and he's pretty sure he'll get punched the next time he sees him.
"What? Come on, it's not like he's an asshole like Hangman."
"Uh..." Bradley flushes and he knows she knows him too well for this not to tell her absolutely everything.
Jake answers the pounding on his door with a scowl on his face, immediately tries to shut it, but a foot is jammed in too fast.
"Phoenix. What do you want?"
"For my stupid ass husband to be happy. Even if that's with you."
Mortifyingly she says that the same moment Jake has taken a mouthful of beer, and he coughs, sprays her with it and he doesn't even try and apologise.
"What the fuck? He's married to you?"
"What? Not exactly the love match you were imagining? We got married for the tax benefits, plausible deniability and so we could be each other's NOKs. He's the idiot who told you rather than just divorcing me quietly."
"You'd divorce him?"
"So he could marry the love of his life? Yes. So he can marry you? Eh."
been inspired by haunted part 2 lately so ive been rereading it and :) ty for all the tags from everyone <3 i do appreciate it
“Alright,” Bradley said, tugging his arm away, feeling like he had just gotten hit. “You okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because you’re being snappy,” Bradley said, fighting down the urge to snap back. He was doing his best to work on his temper.
“I am not in the mood to have your arm over my shoulders. I do not enjoy it,” Jake explained, chin lifting, almost looking as if he were looking down his nose at Bradley who suddenly felt like he was a bug under a microscope.
“Since fucking when?” Yale demanded, breaking the tension and making Bradley aware that everyone was paying attention to them. “I wish this would’ve shown up like, two years of PDA ago.”
Watching Jake, Bradley could make out a series of emotions cross his face before his head tilted to the side as if he were listening to someone, probably Omaha or his parents if they were feeling nosy, before it settled into a tight smile. “I am not in the mood today,” he said carefully, as if he were picking and choosing his words from the air.
Bradley held up both hands in surrender, sure the throbbing in his head was from the bruise and cut and not the tension headache he could suddenly feel building. “Alright, sorry.”
A sharp nod and then Jake stood, smoothing down the front of his shirt, as if getting rid of any wrinkles. “I think I shall retire for the time being,” he said, before he turned and left before anyone could say anything.
Bradley watched him go, feeling a sense of wrongness settle over his shoulders as he turned to look at Javy who also had a confused look on his face. “That was weird?” he asked, wondering if this was something Javy had seen before.
“Oh, it was,” Javy agreed which got rid of some the tension in Bradley’s chest, only for a whole new kind to fill in instead. “But, he gets weird sometimes when he’s working on a new story, figuring out the voices or some shit. I had to listen to him talk in a New York accent for a week once.”
“How did that sound?” Bob asked, curious.
“Like shit,” Halo offered up, making them all snort. “He doesn’t have the ability to do accents, and he can’t talk fast enough to really make it work.”
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no wip wednesday cause im hella busy this week (and most of next week) so heres a snippet for y'all that i hope doesnt sound horrible 😳 for married in vegas au
i was hoping to get it done before this time cause i knew i wasnt gonna have time to write more ): but its coming, pinky promise.
Hangster | Teen | 5.5k
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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huge thank you to @seekstrivefind, @shealwaysreads, and @tornadeoqueen for listening to my endless rambling about this silly fic.
In which Jake and Bradley fall into a relationship together and keep being in a relationship because they both refuse to talk about it.
PART ONE PART TWO
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PART THREE
Jake feels good. Better than good. He still doesn’t remember exactly what happened last night, but he’s not arguing with the end result. However, he definitely needs to bring Javy up to speed on his change in circumstances. He knocks on Javy’s door and keeps going until he hears an exasperated yell of: I’m coming, for fuck’s sake Jake! a few seconds before the door opens.
“Good morning!”
“You’re in a good mood…”
“Yep,” Jake grins, pushing past him and throwing himself onto the sofa, tucking his hands behind his head.
“Figured you’d have a hangover, but of course you just slept it off. Fucker.”
“Oh, I woke up and I was definitely hungover, just took some painkillers, drank a tall glass of water and then joined Rooster back in bed.”
He grins at the ceiling and waits with bated breath for Javy to process what he just said.
“You… what the fuck? You slept with Rooster?”
“Yep,” he pops the p with relish, delighted.
“Wha – How?”
“Not only did I wake up in his bed, but I just dropped him off to have lunch with Phoenix and I drove his shitty Honda Civic here… I’m seeing him again later.”
Hmm. He and Bradshaw hadn’t actually talked about that, but he assumes that they are. He has Bradshaw’s car and keys after all. Actually, Jake has his keys to his housing too, which means Bradshaw is effectively locked out until Jake turns up to let him in, or simply goes and lets himself in. Hmm. There’s a thought.
“That still doesn’t answer the how of it all…” Javy mutters and he looks stunned. Jake shrugs, because to be honest he doesn’t really understand or remember the how of it either, but he doesn’t need to to appreciate the outcome. “What the fuck happened? Did you fuck him?”
“No. We didn’t, like, do anal. Hell… he’s still recovering Javy, and I don’t know if I would have even been able to get it up with how much I drank last night. But… I woke up in his bed, wearing his underwear, and only his underwear, and my lips felt like they’d been making out with a grater. So. Most we did was maybe hand jobs.”
“You know, I love how open you are about your sex life. But sometimes I wish you really really weren’t.”
“You love it.”
“Correction, I used to encourage you to talk about it so you’d get over your hang ups. You’ve kind of over corrected.”
“Eh. You know me. I’m going to do everything the best I can.” Javy rolls his eyes and Jake laughs. “But my money is just on making out. We made out plenty this morning, and I made a joke about calling him babe in front of Phoenix and he didn’t even do a double take…”
“Were you trying to make him react, push the boundaries?”
“He called me Jake.”
“What the fuck?”
“Eh. I called him Bradley. We’re both going to take some getting used to that. But I was bossing him around and rather than snap my head off he just… let me.”
“Uh…”
“Not in bed you pervert…” Jake laughs, but then he thinks about it, bossing Bradley around in bed and he feels a flash of arousal at the thought. “Although…”
“I don’t want to hear it!”
“I’m going to go to the store, grab some food. Make him dinner.”
“You’re going to cook for him?”
“You know I can cook.”
“Yeah. I also know you don’t particularly like it very much.”
“Eh. I like it when it’s an appreciative audience. Or serving a purpose.”
“Hey! I’m always willing to be your audience when you cook! And feeding me is a purpose!”
“You already love me. Not trying to impress you.”
Javy sighs then, like he knows he’s beat.
“Save me the leftovers?”
“Sure. I’ll make double. You know what other perk this new thing with Rooster has?”
“What?” Javy asks carefully, like he fully expects Jake to drop lore about Rooster’s dick or something else he’d claim would scar him mentally.
“Phoenix is so weirded out by us being together. I think I saw the vein on her forehead throbbing.”
“If you want to keep Rooster happy you’re going to want to stop antagonizing his best friend.”
“Ugh, you spoil all my fun. You may have a point though.”
“I definitely have a point, but if you managed to stop bothering Rooster long enough to somehow start a relationship with him then hell probably has frozen over… Guess Phoenix’ll be easy after that.”
“Nah, I can’t give her orgasms when she agrees with me. However, I’m hoping the fact I was forcing Rooster to use his crutches makes her tolerate me a little bit more.”
“You were telling Rooster to use his crutches?”
“Yep. He sulked about it, but he did it. Knew I was right,” Jake says with a smug grin.
“Wow. Hell has frozen over.”
“Fuck off. You coming to the store or not?”
“Yeah yeah, fine.”
… … …
Javy continues to give him a running commentary of his innermost thoughts as they walk through the aisles, reminding Jake how long he’s had a low-grade crush on Rooster. Jake doesn’t need to be reminded, he still has a crush, it’s just morphed into something more than a low grade now, fed by the fact that he’s kissed Rooster, slept beside him, woken up beside him, showered with him… most importantly Bradshaw has done exactly the same. Jake really wishes he remembered what they must have said last night. After dropping Javy back he swings by his place and grabs a couple of critical items, including a change of clothes.
Jake sends Bradley a heads up, just to let him know Jake is using his keys to put away groceries. Gets a reply saying Phoenix is going to drop him off later, Jake presses for a time, just a rough ETA and gets one. He gets one and he decides to do Bradshaw’s washing and change his sheets. Only fair considering Jake slept there last night as well. Would maybe like to sleep there again, soon. Ensuring Bradshaw is in a good mood will make that much more likely to happen.
After putting away the groceries he does a couple loads of washing, followed by some basic cleaning. He hopes that Bradshaw’s current level of cleanliness is because he’s been resting and not because he lives in an unacceptable level of squalor. Then again, maybe he just relaxes when he’s at home. It’s not something Jake would kick him out of bed over. He does the prep for dinner, mentally plans future meals because Bradshaw has been living off takeout if the contents of his fridge are any indication. Jake finds himself kind of glad, because it means Rooster hasn’t been standing around cooking.
He remakes the bed with clean sheets, shaves and showers and dresses in completely fresh clothes, then settles in to wait for Rooster, no, Bradley, to get back.
Summary: Jake has a surprise for you once you get off work. It's one that you're not soon to forget.
Warnings: none
A/N: This was a fun and super fluffy fill for Fluff Bingo Spring Edition last year.
Jake "Hangman" Seresin Masterlist | Character Masterlist
You clocked him the moment he entered the bar.
Shaking your head before he'd even opened his mouth, you interrupted whatever he was about to say. "We're kinda busy here, Jake. Whatever you want, it'll have to wait."
He had the nerve to smirk at you even as he settled into one of the stools near the bar.
His cheekiness was exactly what had gotten you to fall in love with him. Well, that and his incredibly sweet side that he only let a select few ever see. While he might've earned the call sign of "Hangman", he's never left you hanging when it really mattered. None of his team, either, as he'd grown up since that last mission of his with the other Daggers.
"I've got all night, darlin'," he said after a moment. "You'll love it, so I hope you won't keep it waitin' too long."
"What is it exactly?"
He didn't bother answering. Nope, he just shot you another wickedly charming grin.
As much as you wanted to hate him for it, you couldn't help falling that bit harder for seeing that grin and the twinkles of mischief in his gaze. He loved to spoil you when he got the chance, and he wasn't about to stop. Even when you told him you didn't need to be spoil, he double-downed and find some other way to make you feel special. All you really needed was him though.
Sliding him a beer, you could only shake your head at him.
Soon enough, you had other patrons vying for your attention. It took several minutes to do up their orders and have them retreating back to their original places around the bar. By the time you got a chance to breathe again, you spotted Jake at one of the pool tables with Bradley and a few other Daggers. While they'd gone ahead to rack up a new game, you noted Jake lacked a cue stick, an unusual sight due to his love of the game and its brand of hustle.
In your moment of breath, Bradley's girl came up to you with a wide smile on her face.
You soon learned the reason why when you spotted the sparkly ring on her finger.
"Congrats, girl," you squealed right along with her.
A few patrons gave you both the stink eye, but you both ignored them. Instead, you inspected her ring and noted how pretty it looked. The perfect ring from the perfect guy for her. You couldn't be happier for her.
"You know you'll be next," Bradley's girl said, her gaze going to where Bradley and Jake stood talking near the pool table. The other Daggers took turns giving Bradly their congratulations from what you could tell, but it was the look on Jake's face that nearly stole your ability to breathe.
Phoenix had taken up Bradley's attention momentarily, but it gave Jake reason to scan the bar. His gaze landed on you and he shot you a wink, which you happily returned. But his gaze didn't veer away, either, soon settling into a look of such softness, such adoration. It was a look of love and promise.
"Like I said," Bradley's girl whispered in your ear, breaking the spell Jake had been weaving over you.
You shook yourself and gathered up your things. "You sure you and Penny have got the place? I don't wanna leave you two if you need the help."
"Go! Jake's been waiting on you long enough. See what this surprise is he has for you. Send me pics, too."
Officially shooed from the bar, you soon found yourself closing the distance between you and Jake, who opened his arm for you to slide under. His hand settled at your waist even as he turned his head and pressed a kiss to your head.
"Ready to go?"
You nodded. "Yeah, I am."
He didn't need any further encouragement. After a few simple farewells, he swept you out of the bar and to his truck. Opening the door for you, he helped you inside and made sure your belt was buckled before shutting the door and dashing to the driver's side.
On the way, he held your hand on the console between you. Every so often, he'd bring your hand up and press a soft kiss to your knuckles.
"Really not going to tell me, are you, Seresin?"
"Nope," he grinned at you, "but I know you'll love it."
"You keep saying that," you grumbled but with little bite or heat.
Eventually, he pulled off the main road and onto one of the quieter streets. The homes were a little older but quaint in their unique colors and styles. At the end of the road, he pulled to the side and killed the engine.
A man emerged from the open garage with a wave and a nod.
"Who is that?"
"Javi's friend, Zach. Come on, I'll introduce you, then we can see your surprise."
Zach turned out to be a nice guy who was all too happy to show you the surprise Jake had for you.
A large pen had been setup to the side of his garage which had a full litter of puppies. The wiggly pups grew more excited upon seeing you and Jake, each one jumping over another, to get to you. Several licks and nips touched your fingers long before you'd even gotten into the pen where you could settle in the heart of the litter.
"They're ready to go. Just have to pick out the one you like, darlin'."
"You got me a puppy?" you asked, even as you allowed several of said puppy lick you and jump on you.
Taking them in, you soon spotted the sweetest of the bunch. A little shy but so sweet when you picked it up, nuzzling into your neck, you fell instantly in love. The pup wouldn't be little for long, you knew, but you couldn't help falling for its sweet face and silky coat.
Jake merely smiled that sweet, sappy smile as he watched you.
"Find the one?" he asked eventually, but he knew. Of course, he did, helping you out of the pen with the pup of your choice still in your arms. Before you got too far, he leaned back into the pen and took out the one that had caught his eye as well. At your questioning glance, he shrugged. "Can't have yours getting lonely when we're working. Everyone needs a buddy."
After thanking Zach and squaring up, you both took your pups back to the truck where Jake proceeded to show you all the items he'd gotten for the pups prior to collecting you from work. He'd really gone all out with everything the two pups could possibly need for their first few weeks in their new home: new pens/crates, training pads, toys, treats, and food.
"You thought of everything, didn't you?" you couldn't help asking. "Well, Seresin, you weren't wrong. I loved your surprise, and I love you."
His head ducked down, but you could make out how pleased he was at your words. He hadn't always been the best at gifts or surprises, but he'd gotten better with time. You were almost certain this was one surprise and gift you'd never forget as the two pups cuddled in your lap.
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