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both acid and alkaline, and mentally misalligned. she/her | 25 | hangster and Sleep Token atm ☆

[exhuastedpigeon]

Snippet Sunday 🧑🏻‍💻

I was tagged by a bunch of people for different writing games this week (@glorious-spoon, @halestrom, @thewolvesof1998, @rainbow-nerdss, @daffi-990, @spotsandsocks, @tgmsunmontue and I'm probably missing someone).

Here's a little snippet from my latest project — divorce court meet-cute/meet-ugly.

"Come here often," The guy asks with half a smile that makes his mustache twitch. He's surprised he doesn't recognize the guy. Maybe he's stationed out of Oceania instead of Norfolk like Jake.

It takes him a second to realize the guys talking to him, but as soon as his brain catches up, he says, "To the courthouse? Can't say I do."

The guy drags his gaze down Jake's body unabashedly, gaze stopping for a second on Jake's medals and ribbons — on his wings. Jake looks at the guys chest and sees the same wings on his uniform. It's really weird he doesn't know his guy. It feels like everybody knows everyone in the Navy, doubly so among Naval aviators. He must have just transferred to Virginia.

"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 isn't bad to look at, not by a long shot, but Jake is questioning is sanity a little bit — 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 a homophobe 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," The guy's still looking at Jake with his stupidly pretty brown eyes. Jake ignores how much he liked being called baby in that deep voice. "I'm Bradley."

"Jake," Jake says, shaking the hand Bradley extends to him.

no pressure tagging @seekstrivefind @shealwaysreads @rosieposiepuddingnpie @roosterseresin @greencreekwolf @mxrcusflint @welcometololaland @intrepidjourneys @tornadeoqueen @hangmanbradshaw @inell @pissmotif any anyone who wants to share

[themissingmango]

[ozonecologne]

boxerina my love ❤️

really been enjoying @hangmanbradshaw's fic "but daddy I love him" lately! give it a read!

[starryinspace]

"Greased up Miles Teller with a moustache, he's a real vibe."

[themissingmango]

🛫❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🛬

[9puppiesdrowninginapool]

Ken was created from Barbie’s rib

[fleetwoodworm]

keep thinking about this comment

[xivdl]

bunk mate

[prollybradshaw]

excuse me…

[seekstrivefind]

Top Gun Drabble Challenge: Pride

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.

"There's still glitter in your mustache."

[glenpowelljr]

And all my team, my coaches… they all believed in me. And Chad just didn't wanna let 'em down.

[peaktotheocean]

pride - hangster

@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..."

"Close your mouth. You're catching flies."

[nothingbutpoison]

[unrelaxing]

Bradley is asexual, and he's open about it, though mostly it's just him reiterating that "he's not interested" whenever his fellow aviators make comments.

Jake has known Beadley for over ten years, and despite Not Knowing The Lingo, he's gotten the message: Bradley Bradshaw does not have sex. Further clarification after a drunk night out: he is repulsed even by the thought of it.

He takes that to mean he doesn't have relationships, because to Jake, they come together.

He learns the difference eventually, but continues to keep Bradley firmly in the NAH category, because Jake fucking loves sex and he's just not interested in being in a relationship without it.

Except... Jake realises he and Bradley are compatible in ways he's never been with anyone else. They talk for hours, once, about everything and anything, a quarter sniping and bantering, a quarter the most delving psychological shit, and half utter nonsense that's still the most invested he's been in a conversation.

Bradley loves cooking but hates cleaning, Jake doesn't know shit about the kitchen but keeps everything spotless.

Bradley gets invited to the Seresin house alongside the Daggers and somehow his nieces and nephews don't even remember anyone else — they're all just obsessed with Bradley.

The worst thing is, everyone starts to see they're perfect for each other, too. Javy starts making comments and Nat starts making Shovel Talk Is Coming eyes at him and Admiral Kazansky Nods at him once and Mav seems to hate him more than ever.

There is no Big Moment, at the end of the day. Bradley doesn't nearly die during a mission, forcing Jake to realise how much he needs him. It's just all of them hanging out as a group, Bradley doing the UGLIEST honk laugh at a joke Jake has made that no one else finds funny, and Jake realises he wants a relationship with Bradley more than he wants a relationship with sex. That he has his right hand, and his left, and his goddamn foot if that's what it takes, but at some point in his life intimacy has become talking for hours and someone who always laughs at your jokes rather than sex.

And because Jake has no impulse control and no shame, he asks Bradley out then and there, in front of God and every asshole who will never let him live it down.

[goodhairanddespair]

we need to bring back the 80s style crop tops and shorts for men. i need it to be popular again. slut the men out like johnny depp in nightmare on elm street. slut them out.

[nonscathingbullets]

"I asked ChatGPT", "I asked Gemini", "I asked Siri" well I asked Pete "Maverick" Mitchell and he said he was inverted

[texasteaparty]