#jake serensin

[dirbenaffleck]

GLEN POWELL as LT. JAKE “HANGMAN” SERENSIN Top Gun: Maverick (2022) | Dir. Joseph Kosinski

[omgkvp]

i guess sometimes we all get

some kind of haunted

[tickletastic]

How about 12 with Rooster & Hangman? I just need to see more of my himbos

12: Heatwaves by Glass Animals

Come to the ranch, Jake had said, meet my sisters, he said.

Rooster, love dumb and eager to please, had said yes, of course. He’s never been to Texas, and why wouldn’t he want to meet Jake’s family? Other than his dad, Jake’s family seemed pretty cool by the sounds of it, and of course Rooster would take the excuse to see Jake in a cowboy hat and double denim.

Yeah, Rooster had wanted to punch Hangman’s dad a few times because he had made some homophobic comments, and yeah, horses don’t smell all that great, but It had all mostly been good fun. That is, until a heatwave started four days into their trip, and then the power went out.

Jake, like the trooper he is, still went out in the heat to do the tasks his mom had asked of him, and he still went out of his way to give his nieces horseback riding lessons that had previously been on hiatus due to the mission. Rooster, however, being a California boy through and through, felt like death. He’s never dealt with crippling, humid heat like this.

When Jake gets to his childhood bedroom, Bradley is on the bed fanning himself, neck stretched so his face could be in the line of the small, battery-operated fan that Jake had picked up the day before. The power was still out and the room was slowly darkening, sun setting.

“I was just thinking of you,” Bradley says, smiling up at Jake.

“Oh really?” Jake says, sitting at Bradley’s feet, “like what you see, Bradshaw?”

“I certainly do, cowboy,” Rooster responds with a wink, “I was just thinking about how.. well,” he feigns sheepishness, “I was thinking about how someone that complains as much as you do had managed to survive in the pits of hell for so long.”

Jake lets out a surprised laugh, “you pretty-boy Californians are just too sensitive, s’all,” he drawls, “‘s not even that hot.”

“We are not,” Rooster insists, “California is plenty hot, but this is on a whole different level.”

“Just sounds like you’re sensitive to me.”

“Not true.”

“Is so.”

“Nope.”

“Oh really?” Jake grins that stupid, smug grin that gets Rooster riled up in every possible way, “if you’re not sensitive, this won’t bother you, I guess, Mr. California.”

Jake grabs one of Rooster’s ankles, putting it in a headlock and quickly spidering his fingers from Rooster’s heel to his toes. Rooster squeals before descending into panicked, giggly laughter.

“Jahahake, nohoho!”

Jake looks up at Rooster, watching his nose scrunch up as he giggles uncontrollably, “thought you weren’t sensitive, Roos.”

“Nohohot lihihike THIHIS!” Rooster’s shrieks when Hangman’s fingers start to tickle in between and underneath his toes. “NAHAHAT WHAHAT I MEHEHEANT!”

“Well, I’m no doctor, but this here looks like sensitivity to me, Brad,” Jake laughs, squeezing each of Bradley’s toes and watching as Rooster throws his head back.

“JAHAHAKE!”

“That’s my name, darlin’.”

“PLEHEHEHASE! TIHIHIHICKLES!” Rooster screeches, desperately kicking in hopes that he’ll throw Jake off.

“Fine, you big baby,” Jake giggles, letting go of Rooster’s leg and sliding up the bed, spooning his giggling boyfriend from behind.

Rooster takes a few minutes to get rid of his excess giggles, wrapping Jake’s hands in his. They lay in the quiet serenity for a moment, sun setting through the window.

“Your body heat is making this so much worse.”

“Oh, shut up, California.”