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[natashatrace]

Hey!! Could I have some Fanboy fluff/smut? With him being the ray of sunshine we know, protective and kind?

Thank you!! 💜

Fanboy's the one to suggest it.

"Yo, squadron tattoo! We should all get a matching tattoo."

Payback snorts, thumb gliding over the salted rim of his empty margarita glass. "Dude, we aren't even an actual squadron."

"We saved the world, man," Fanboy retorts. "We should commemorate it."

"What, not dying wasn't enough?" Rooster quips.

Fanboy rolls his eyes. "You guys are no fun."

"I'll do it," Phoenix says, shrugging. "I've had enough tequila to think this is a good idea."

"Y'all ain't gettin' tattoos," Hangman huffs, throwing a tortilla chip toward Fanboy's face. "Wait 'til you're sober and then maybe. Trust me."

"Trust you?" Bob asks. "What secret tattoo do you have, Seresin?"

"None of your fuckin' business, Lieutenant," Hangman answers, throwing another chip at Bob's face.

Coyote shrugs. "It's the state of Texas with the state flag inside the outline. On his thigh."

"Fuckin' traitor."

"You love me, bitch."

Fanboy claps his hands together. "Fine. We will wait 'til tomorrow morning, but then we're all going to agree that this idea is great and we're still gonna do it."

"Okay, buddy," Payback says, clapping a hand over his shoulder. "You got it."

//

Two weeks later, they're back with their previous squadrons. Fanboy texts a picture of a simple dagger outline to their group chat without a caption. A few hours later, he sends a picture of the design now on the outside of his wrist.

Over the next few weeks, he gets pictures back from everyone else with the drawing permanently inked somewhere on their skin.

[natashatrace]

hi yes I had the thought today that at some point rooster realizes that dying is a Very Common Fear for most people

and he also realizes he can’t relate to that because his biggest fear is growing old

(he doesn’t even know what that would look like for a bradshaw. will he have creaky knees? will his hair turn gray? how long does he have to be here without the people he loves? are survivors really the lucky ones?)

rooster doesn’t have a death wish, but sometimes he thinks living would be easier if he did.

[natashatrace]

have a small excerpt from a sereshaw wip because i'm emo about them ❤️

“All you ever have to do is ask, darlin’,” Jake smirks, letting out a soft laugh when he feels Bradley’s posture shift to something uncomfortably rigid. “Hey. Relax.” 

“M’not doin’ this if you’re gonna be an asshole about it.”

Jake drags his fingers over the bumps of Bradley’s spine; presses them into the tightness between his shoulders and all the way down to the curve just above his ass. He flattens his palm over the small of Bradley’s back as he pulls the older man closer, taking slow steps backwards toward his bedroom.

Bradley, thankfully, steps with him.

“How long’s it been?” Jake asks, brushing a chaste kiss against Bradley’s lips. “Need me to take it slow?”

(He asks like he doesn’t know Bradley only ever does this with him. Bradley won’t ever admit it, but Jake doesn’t need him to. He knows.)

“A while,” Bradley answers, sighing softly when Jake’s hands curl under the bottom of his shirt to tug it up and off. “But no. Don’t want it slow. Fuck me like you fly, Hangman.”

(He says it like it’s a challenge - like he’s trying to goad Jake into it, but they both know this isn’t that. Hasn’t been that in a long time.

If Bradley ever asked, Jake would let Bradley make an honest man out of him in a heartbeat.

But Bradley doesn’t ask. So Jake doesn’t bother trying to be honest.)