#firefighter bradley

[angelbby555]

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ Pussy whipped

Summary: Firefighter Bradley has got it bad for his girlfriend.

word count: 400

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Usually with his team of boys Bradley would go and celebrate their win for surviving the work day or coming out alive after a massive fire. But now since Bradley had a  little girlfriend that everybody teased him about he had no intentions of staying with his team to go eat out.

“Hey Bradshaw, where are you going?” Jason took a seat on the bench after the long day. Bradley shoved his yellow coat in his red storage compartment. He was trying to get out of the locker room as quickly as possible to skip out on the teasing.

“Going to see my girl.” He took his sweaty undershirt off fishing in his locker for a new one. Bradley hurriedly searched for his shirt, hoping to cover the red lines his lovely girlfriend had left on his back before his friends could notice. 

“Oh he's even gonna change his shirt! Oh la la” William poked fun at him in front of everybody, earning Bradley a slap on the ass.

“Bradshaw, she’ll survive without you.” Greg added. They kept teasing him like usual but Bradley could care less today because he was killing to have you in his arms.

“She probably will but I won’t.”  He murmured and pulled the shirt on in one fluid motion. The boys erupted in a fit of whoops and annoying cheers, as they heard his soft mutter, making him smirk. “Guys cut it out.” Bradley lifted his shirt up applying deodorant.

“No, it just won't ever not be funny how pussy whipped you are for this girl man.” 

Bradley pulled out a bouquet of pink flowers he got at the market earlier today, making the guys freak out yet again. A sheepish smile took over Bradley’s face because he truly was down bad and tamed. He used to go out to bars and his uniform trying to pick up girls, now he was in bed before ten o’clock hanging out with his cool girlfriend. 

“You know what? At the end of the day all that matters is I’m getting some and you guys aren't.” He pointed the flowers at the crew leaving them silent. “That's what I thought.” Bradley nodded his head exiting the locker room. 

Bradley left the fire department rapidly like he was still on the job. He drove to his girlfriend's house, which felt more like home these days, given how little time he spent at his own apartment. Bradley took the steps two at a time before knocking on your door. 

A few seconds later the door swung open revealing your gorgeous self behind it.

“Hi baby.” Bradley’s face lit up his hands gravitating towards your face, pulling you into a kiss.

Oh and I bet those red lines on his back sting when he starts to sweat! 2 uploads today because I missed Wednesday and Thursday post.

[overwhelmed-alien]

Fire/ER Hangster Headcanons:

🧑🏻‍🚒❤️🧑🏼‍⚕️

- Bradley and Jake met in the Navy.

- Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, former SEAL, is a firefighter at Station 86.

- Pete “Maverick” Mitchell (former Naval aviator) is the fire captain and his godfather. He has a soft spot for the Navy and hires mostly retired members.

- His team consists of the Daggers, as well as Slider, Cougar, Hollywood and Wolfman, and the rest of the “‘86 boys”.

- Callie, Javy, Bob, and Phoenix are paramedics.

- Jake (former Navy medic) became a paramedic right out of the Navy; this is where he partnered with Javy and they instantly became hetero-life mates. They both ugly cried when Jake became an RN and wouldn’t be riding with Javy anymore.

- Anytime Javy brings someone into the ER he makes a point to seek out Jake and they have to enact a brief but intense ritualistic “bro” handshake, even if Jake is with a (stable) patient, complete with a bear hug and a heartfelt “I love you, man!” “I miss you, baby!”

- They do this multiple times a day.

- Rooster and Javy’s wife think their codependency is adorable.

- Dr. Beau “Cyclone” Simpson is head of the emergency department, and Jake is both a thorn in his side and his unofficial adopted child. Beau is more of a stern father figure to Jake than a boss. Although he gets yelled at more often than anyone else, everyone on the floor knows Jake is his favorite.

- Dr. Sol “Warlock” Bates is a cardiac surgeon and Beau’s best friend. Everyone loves it when Sol is doing rounds in the ER because Beau is infinitely more amicable when his bestie is with him.

- Ice is retired COMPACFLT, Mav’s former wingman and also Bradley’s godfather.

- I’m so torn between Ice and Mav being married, or if they’re hetero soulmates, with Ice married to Sarah and Mav crushing on Penny.

- Dr. Penny Benjamin is the best neurosurgeon in the hospital. Everybody is terrified of her. Jake calls her Aunt Penny.

- Jake wears mint green scrubs because they make his eyes pop. He is supposed to wear burgundy. Beau picks his battles when it comes to his problem child.

- Residents are in awe of Jake’s capabilities. He has more than once taken over for a nervous new doctor, especially with things like difficult intubations, traches, and chest tubes. “Now try doing that while people are shootin’ atcha.”

- Jake is equal parts genuinely compassionate and genuinely smug.

- Bradley is a badass rule-bender who flings himself into dangerous situations to save people. He is extremely intelligent and capable when it comes to logistics and strategy.

- He will also faint at the sight of a needle being poked into someone’s skin - doesn’t even have to be his own. He will go down like a sack of potatoes.

- Bradley is a regular at the ER. He hates seeing Jake upset (or mad), but he always gets fussed over, and a long hug and a forehead kiss, so it’s worth being in trouble. He whines and has to hide his face in Jake’s neck if an IV or shot is necessary. Nurses and residents find it endearingly sweet and pathetic, like a nervous German Shepherd at a vet. Sometimes Jake thinks Bradley plays it up a bit too much for attention, but he’s not complaining. He just smiles and holds him and pets his hair, happy that Bradshaw is safe in his arms for a moment.

- Jake stress bakes when Bradley is on long shifts just so he has a reason to drop by the firehouse to see him. When a white jeep Wrangler pulls up in front of the station, a gaggle of firefighters run out to greet Jake like excited children expecting treats.

- Bradley, in full gear, once stole a police cruiser at a scene and sped (with lights and siren) to the hospital when he heard a 911 call over the radio that there was an armed, violent person in the ER making threats and fighting personnel. The person had been apprehended by the time he got there, but Jake (who had tackled the guy), got an elbow to the face and a black eye. Bradley had to be physically restrained from yanking the handcuffed man out of police custody. Ice had to call in a favor from the governor to keep his godson out of jail (and out of the news).

- Their favorite thing to do together is cuddling/falling asleep on the couch watching reality tv like an old married couple.

- People always think Jake is a firefighter because if he’s not in scrubs he’s in Bradley’s stolen “Bradshaw - Station 86” hoodie. Bradley had to train himself early on not to be turned on this, otherwise he’d be walking around every day very uncomfortably. Sometimes he can’t help it. The sight of Jake in soft pajama pants and a hoodie with his own name across his back as he does something as innocent as toast pop tarts, or walking through the grocery store in that hoodie and a ball cap, drives him crazy (in a good, frenzied way). When people ask if Jake is a firefighter, and he proudly replies “no, my husband is the firefighter”, Bradley, who had not yet proposed, has to restrain himself from throwing Jake over his shoulder like a caveman. (This is the exact reason Jake does what he does.)

- They get married within months of Jake saying that the first time.

This is how they look at each other (or look when they’re thinking about the other) 24/7. They’re disgustingly in love. Gross. 🤭

[squiddosss]

thoughts on Cop!Jake and Firefighter!Bradley?

hmm…

i think its sufficient to say that i like this AU

[yeagrave]

I’d suggest firefighter sereshaw but I don’t want to summon a buddie shipper issue again 😭 So how about Hangman as a lifeguard and Rooster as a surfer?

and then they wrestled playfully in the sand :)

[sunlightmurdock]

Trick or Treat! | Firefighter Bradley

spookweek masterlist | firefighter bradley masterlist

Prompt: handing out candy | joining firefighter!bradley at the station to hand out candy to the neighbourhood kids!

warnings: pet names babe / baby, no use of y/n. .word count: 0.7k

Your heels clack along the walkway, past the clumsily carved, flickering Jack-o’-Lanterns. Ghosts with jagged edges and wide smiling faces with wonky eyes, all courtesy of the gang at Station 86.

Your lips twist, almost a smile, finding the precise attempt at a mustache’d face along the left row. Just then, you hear your name from across the lot. The classic red doors of Station 86 are pulled wide open, and Bradley is hustling his way towards you from the back.

“Baby, you made it!” His arms are loaded up with those giant bags of Halloween candy, the largest you can get. As his mouth stretches into a grin, you can see that there’s something different about his usual smile.

He drops the Halloween candy, still bagged up, onto the large fold-out table where two of his buddies sit and continues his path toward you.

“Are those fangs?” You wrinkle your nose, taking in the usual things you find most enjoyable — those fitted pants and the blue of his tight t-shirt against his tanned skin, the red of his suspenders straining against his thick shoulders — and the oversized plastic fangs in his mouth.

He beams, nodding his head as he reaches for you. “What, you don’t like them?”

Next comes the dive forwards, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist and securing you to him as he gnashes the stupid silicone fangs against your neck playfully.

Just as his wandering hand creeps towards your ass, he catches a glance at his next round of trick-or-treaters rushing along the sidewalk toward the station.

“Thanks for coming, babe. Here,” He presses a soft kiss to your cheek and ushers you towards the fold-out table, acknowledging his colleagues. “We’ve got it from here, guys.”

He had told you it would be fine if you had wanted to head home after work. His shift finishes at nine, and then he’s all yours for four days — starting tonight with a scary movie marathon. But, for now you’re happy to share him with the rest of the neighborhood.

Superheroes, ghosts and witches bounce along the walkway with grins on their faces, calling out your boyfriend’s name. With the class field trips to the station, and the station’s regular trips to the school, Bradley has plenty of pint-sized admirers.

Up in front of the mob are two first graders, sprinting ahead while their mothers chat behind.

“Not you two again!” Bradley mocks disgust, wrinkling his face in abject disapproval as two girls, one wrapped in toilet paper and the other wearing a bedsheet with eye holes in, rush him, plastic buckets for candy in hand. They giggle through their costumes as they come to a halt in front of him, looking up at the towering man. Their class had visited the day before yesterday, and the siren had frightened the two of them so bad that Bradley had broken out the Halloween candy a little early. “What do we have here? — A ghost and a…?”

“I’m a mummy!” She declares excitedly, waving her bucket at him.

“You’re a what?” He paints on his best look of fear and takes a dramatic step backwards, earning himself another round of giggles from the two girls. “What brings you all the way out here, little Mummy?”

“Candy!” Her friend answers for her, which they both find equally hilarious.

Bradley settles to his knees, keeping up the dramatics as more children crowd around him. He’s a natural, having them bursting into fits of laughter as he hands out chocolates and lollipops and other small bags of sugar-coated goodies.

You’ve been down to the station plenty of times, and been involved in plenty of events with them. This has always been more than a job to him, and you know he’s proud of what he does — you’re proud too.

But, even after all this time, there’s something about the fact that all of the neighborhood kids not only know his name, but clearly adore him so much, has you grinning as you help him pass out treats.

He catches you, draping a heavy arm around your shoulders during a rare break between herds of kids. Turning his face towards yours, he kisses the top of your head softly.

“Really, thanks for coming — I love having you here.” He murmurs, squeezing softly at your shoulder. “We’re about finished. You have a movie in mind for us to start with once we’re home?”

Just something scary, you think, already looking forward to the comfort of hiding your face in his chest and pretending that you can’t hear his heart beating just as fast as yours.

…

[the-ace-with-spades]

I know I wrote a firefighter!Bradley AU but what about an every aviator is a firefighter AU??

(I'm sorry, thinking of applying for an on-call FF role now that I'm moving near a fire station and it got me...)

Bradley as a legacy firefighter - Goose died on the job in a freak accident when he and Mav were barely starting, then Mav stuck and had a friendly rivalry with Ice around going up the ranks/getting experience in their firehouse (who first gets the engineer, lieutenant, who gets the extra high rescue training, etc), up until Ice went into the chief roles and Mav moved to captain a heavy rescue squad...

Bradley had been rejected from the local fire academy twice (because of Mav pulling the strings... Not that Ice was aware at the time, only found out when Bradley found out and exploded on them...), certified in a different fire department and after all came back when he had already been a lieutenant at that department.

All the WSOs are double-certified or AEMT/paramedics. Natasha is doing something badass as well, maybe helicopter rescue or maybe aerial firefighting in general?? Bob is definitely a specialist medic (in kinda like the Rapid Response Unit or Motorcycle Unit in the UK...)

When Bradley comes back, he is recruited as potential captain for the fire house Mav and Ice spent over twenty years in and where his dad's face and helmet is in the hall of the fallen. Mav conveniently accepts a promotion people have been trying to push him into for the past 5 or so years, becoming a battalion chief that has the office at that station and directly overlooks the station's captains... And does absolutely everything so Bradley is not deemed suitable because he doesn't want him to be a firefighter at all...

Enter Jake Seresin, the new recruit that screams trouble. He's entered the academy a few months before, at the age of thirty and after doing some other job (maybe ex-military? ex-cop?? ex-farmer?? Idk) and instantly has beef with Bradley, the legacy fire captain and firefighter since nineteen, Jake being the overconfident know-it-all...

Cue some dangerous situation happening because of Jake's overconfidence/recklessness and Bradley risking it all (and breaking protocol and getting himself in trouble) to save his ass.

And you know, Jake is still his annoying, mouthy self, but there's some respect there now. And maybe he overhears Mav chewing Bradley out (and maybe he hears a bit too much as well, finding the secret of Bradley's triple legacy).

And since then Jake kinda starts to listen and maybe Bradley is a bit soft and maybe because he sees himself from almost fifteen years ago in Jake or maybe because he's a little fond of him (or you know, attracted to him...), he starts getting him some off the job, extra one on one training.

And maybe Jake develops a bit of a crush on his (almost) captain as the time goes. Maybe he brings out Bradley out of his shell as well, gets him to relax and stop thinking about pleasing Mav and Ice's expectations. Maybe it integrates Bradley better with the team, maybe they listen to him better, etc.

Cue once again something happening - Jake's apartment burns down (to be cliché...) and Bradley is doing overtime in another station and is the one responding. There's no dramatic rescue or anything (Jake's already evacuated most of the building) but Jake has no place to stay and his whole family is in Texas so Bradley offers he can stay on his couch.

Obviously he does not end up on the couch but in the bedroom. You know, with Bradley, wearing Bradley's clothes (all his stuff burnt down...), in Bradley's bed...

(Jake's gotta have some firefighting backstory as well btw - maybe his dad was a firefighter as well but he never got to meet him, maybe he was a safe haven baby brought to a firehouse?? He just doesn't admit it until he and Bradley are already almost-kinda a thing)

(Also, Bradley calls Jake some variation of Texas, Cowboy, etc as nick name because I know fire guys would be dead set on mocking Jake being from the south and having an accent)

There'd also be some kind of big event/mass casualty/etc that makes Mav drive out with the responding team and he and Bradley end up going into action together and getting their beef settled...

[allbark-no-bite]

the night shift.

jake seresin x bradley bradshaw (wc: 3k)

summary: jake’s a cop working the night shift and pulls over a mildly drunk (and very interested) firefighter. chaos ensues.

warnings: mature, *driving while under the influence of alcohol, some sexual references

*if this bothers you, just don’t read, simple as that. you don’t have to come into my inbox to tell me that it bothers you <3

author’s note: i’ve never written anything faster in my entire like. this was so much fun! i came across this post again and couldn’t let it go. all credit to @squiddosss for their amazing artwork

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It's slow nights like these that make Jake question why he prefers the night shift.

The gravel of the lonely backroad crunches beneath the tires of his cruiser as he makes the curve and slowly pulls to a stop. The sirens on his cruiser give one last whoop before he shuts them off. The back of the beat up vintage blue Bronco gleams in the shine of his headlights. He sighs and shifts the car into park before he tips his radio towards his mouth and mumbles his whereabouts, informing Javy that he's making a traffic stop.

"10-4. Keep me updated."

He climbs out of the cruiser and makes his way towards the vehicle, keeping one thumb tucked into the front of his belt, fingers ready to reach for his gun in an instant. The diver hadn't given him any trouble thus far other than what he had pulled him over for— swerving all over the road, but Jake had been trained to err on the side of caution. He runs his finger tips over the tail light as he passes it by, a habit he had picked up from working alone.

For being such an old model, the car is in pretty decent shape. It has what appears to be brand new tires and the powder blue paint job has been restored to perfection. It was obviously well cared for. He wonders briefly the story behind it being as he doubts you could buy such a car these days. This was the kind of car that you handed down.

The window rolls down just as Jake approaches it.

"How's it goin' Officer?"

Jake blinks.

The driver is a younger guy, probably close to his own age— Jake likes to think that thirty-one is still plenty young— with shoulders so broad that it's a wonder he even fits in the front seat. His skin is a dark olive, which is pretty typical for someone who lives around here, but what catches Jake's attention the most is the perfectly groomed mustache the guy is sporting on his upper lip. It's thick and matches the caramel color of his otherwise brunette head of hair.

"Is there something wrong?"

The guy smiles and his dusty rose lips frame his perfectly aligned white teeth.

Jake tells himself it's his job to notice these kinds of things.

Jake clears his throat and leans in to peer into the cab of the truck, doing his best to avoid the lingering stare of the guy's warm hazel eyes. When he's satisfied that there's nothing worthy of his immediate attention in the car, Jake focuses back on him.

"Can I get your license and registration?"

It takes him a moment of fumbling around in his glove box and then his pocket, but he hands both documents over. The guy watches him so intently while Jake reads over them that it almost makes him uncomfortable, and he's glad for the excuse to look away.

"You had much to drink tonight, Bradley?" Jake asks as his eyes skim over the name. Bradley Peter Bradshaw. He almost laughs. If Jake didn't know better, he'd think it was a fake.

Jake knows the answer before he asks it but he figures he'll give him the benefit of the doubt for now. He doesn't necessarily reek of alcohol but Jake can defiantly pick up the fermented smell of yeast on his breath. If the guy hadn't been staring at him so intently and Jake could look at him for longer than two seconds, he's sure his pupils would be dilated as well.

"Just a little, Officer. I'm sobered up now."

Jake has to hold back his disbelieving snort. If he had a dime for every time he heard that, he'd be rich. "Well, Bradley. I find that a little hard to believe. You were all over this back road here. You know you're only supposed to drive on the right side, right?"

Bradley's mouth twitches, as if he found Jake's comment more amusing rather than condescending. "I didn't, but I'll sure take your word for it."

Jake, on the other hand, doesn't share his humor. "You seem like a funny guy, Bradley. But unfortunately, I don't find drunk driving to be very funny."

And then his eyes land on the emblem on Bradley's navy blue t-shirt—N.I.F.D. —the one his swollen biceps are nearly bursting out of.

"You work for North Island Fire Department?"

Jake watches as Bradley's slightly drunk grin widens. "I sure do."

Jake hands him back his license and the rest of his paperwork. "I've got a couple friends down at the station. You know Trace, Fitch?"

If his pupils weren't already blown wide, Jake would say they lit up in recognition. "Yeah, actually. Natasha is the one who got me the job there. I just finished a deployment out in the Pacific."

It's then that Jake notices the dog tags looped around his thick neck and hidden beneath his shirt. "You're enlisted," Jake says aloud, and then to conceal his surprise follows with, "I was too."

That's the kind of thing that you do when you're eighteen and more scared of not living than dying. If anything it was exciting. Anything that meant getting the hell out of Texas was exciting. He misses it now, but at the time when he was standing alone in that recruiters office, he didn't think for a moment that he would. He felt like a man.

The navy made him a man, is what his daddy said. It was probably one of the only times the old bastard ever told him he was proud of him, and the only time he didn't feel bad for making his mama cry.

The reason he got out was for the reason most do. You realize you don't stay twenty forever and life doesn't wait around until you figure that out. He didn't want to retire one day and have nothing to come home to but an empty apartment. San Diego seemed as good of a place to settle down as any.

Javy's voice crackles through on the radio strapped to his chest, breaking up their conversation.

"Unit-16. Checking in on your traffic stop. You need back-up?"

He hadn't realized they'd been talking so long. Jake mentally reprimands himself for getting distracted and picks up the radio while pressing it to his mouth. "This is Unit-16. No back-up necessary. Over."

"10-4. Over."

Jake releases the radio and looks back up to Bradley. Get back on task, Jake. Bradley smiles coyly at him. Jesus, focus, Jake.

"Sir, I'm going to need you to step out the vehicle."

The hopeful look in Bradley's big hazel eyes falters.

"Look, Officer uh— " The Bradley leans towards his open window so that he can squint at the gold engraved name plate on Jake's uniform. "—Seresin." Jake watches as his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip before he cocks his head a little to the side and smiles, looking up at Jake. "You look good."

Oh. Oh.

That's what this is all about.

It's then that Jake realizes that this guy has been flirting him the entire time. He'll admit it's not the first time someone's hit on him while on the clock. Jake is aware he's an attractive guy, it's just that this is the first time he's been tasked with turning down at very handsome, drunk stranger. But drunk or not, the compliment makes his cheeks burn. Jake prays that the red and blue lights of his cruiser are enough to conceal the way his face flushes.

Ignoring him, Jake grabs the door handle of the Bronco and tugs it open. "C'mon, pal. Outta the car."

A little begrudgingly, Bradley slowly steps out of the car. Jake doesn't miss the way he grabs onto the door to steady himself.

Now that he's out of the car and in the beam of his headlights, Jake gets a good look at him. Bradley is over six feet of lean tan muscle. His long legs are encased in blue jeans that fit a bit too snug around his narrow waist, but from there he only gets wider all the way up to his shoulders. He's got some height on Jake and if he weren't in shape himself, Jake would probably be a little intimidated.

Jake steps up to him. "Go ahead and turn around for me. Put your hands flat on the hood."

For a moment Jake thinks he isn't going to listen, but then Bradley smirks a little and does as he's told. "Normally I'd ask you to buy me dinner first, but whatever you say, Officer."

This time Jake is glad that he's turned around. He steps forward and uses one of his feet to knock Bradley's legs a little further apart so that he can pat him down. He's not surprised to find that there's nothing on him, but he always has to check.

"Are you always this forward, Bradley? Or just when you're drunk?"

"No, sir," Bradley promises him, refusing to flinch even as Jake's hands come dangerously close to his crotch. "Just when the officer is nice to look at."

Jake pulls away as Bradley turns around. He specifically remembers telling him to keep his hands flat on the cruiser but Jake is getting the impression that Bradley doing something that could hurt either one of them isn't something he needs to worry about so he lets it go. Typically a stupid decision but he trusts his gut.

Bradley leans back just slightly to prop himself up against the car and crosses his arms in front of his chest while giving Jake a smile. His big brown eyes are warm and dopey, his smile impish.

"You gonna cut me some slack?" he asks.

Habitually, Jake curls his fingers through the front of his belt. The familiar weight of his kevlar vest is heavy and comforting and somehow he finds that it settles his fluttering heart in his chest.

"You know it's considered an offense to flirt with an officer?" Jake tells him, trying to remain professional and stand his ground. If his eyes drop to observe the way the other man's pecks fill out his t-shirt, that's his business.

Bradley smiles, ducking his head a little abashedly. Jake doesn't miss the way his teeth release the pout of his bottom lip. "Does that apply to when you're off duty as well?"

Jake pokes his tongue into the side of his cheek to keep from smiling. It's not funny, and he shouldn't be flattered by the advances of a drunk stranger but he is. And maybe he does have some sympathy for the guy. He knows what it's like coming back to the states and trying to adjust back to civilian life. But that doesn't mean that he's above the law.

"Bradley," he begins, his voice firm but sympathetic. "You know you can't be driving around like this. As much as I'd like to, I can't let you go."

As far as he's concerned, Bradley doesn't seem to be hearing him at all.

"Y'know, of all the places I imagined myself being handcuffed, none of them were in the back of a cop car."

"Jesus Christ," Jake mutters, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Really, he has no words. "Okay, that's enough," he announces, giving up on getting Bradley to actually take this seriously. "Turn around for me."

Smiling as if feeling a little too pleased with himself, Bradley obediently shuffles around so that Jake can then walk up behind him and clasp his wrists together. He uses his other hand to retrieve his cuffs from his belt and clips them on.

They're a little tight but that's only because Bradley's broad shoulders prevent his wrists from fully meeting, his shoulder blades seemingly obstructed by the wide expanse of his back.

Jake is definitely not staring. 

If the cuffs are uncomfortable, Bradley doesn't say anything, and Jake walks him by one of his elbows to the cruiser.

"Watch your head," Jake instructs him as he opens the door for Bradley to step in. It's a tight fit but somehow he manages, scooting over the seat until he's sat in the middle, his long legs spread to either side in order to accommodate them. The denim of his jeans strain at the awkwardness of the angle and gives Jake a front row view of the bugle of his crotch.

Jake clears his throat, looking away. If it were for the fact that he was drunk, Jake would say he's doing it on purpose.

Before Jake can shut the door and leave with what little is left of his self preservation, Bradley's voice stops him.

"Wait, what about my car?"

When Jake leans down to poke his head into the backseat of the cruiser, the look on Bradley's face is actually concerned. That's a first, Jake thinks. "I'll call someone to tow it. It'll be impounded until you can come and pick it up from the station." When the worry on Bradley's face only increases, his mustache emphasizing the action, he follows with, "They'll take good care of it for you, I promise."

Bradley's eyes flicker to the old Bronco anxiously. "It's just that it's my dad's car. He, um, he died when I was a kid. So, y'know..." he explains, trailing off.

Of fucking course it is.

Jake sighs, hangs his head in defeat for a second, and then looks back into the car at Bradley. "Look, I'll make a deal with you. Promise me we won't meet like this again and I won't have them tow your car. You can just come get it in the morning."

Bradley grins. "Well I'd certainly like to meet you under different circumstances."

Jake slams the door shut.

The drive back into town is quiet. When he glances at the clock on his dashboard, he realizes he only has about an hour left to his shift. As he pulls into the little suburban neighborhood, having memorized the address on Bradley's license, he glances into the backseat through his rear view mirror.

At first he thinks that Bradley's knocked out in the backseat, head lulled back as he breathes slow and steady, but then he sees the whites of his hazel eyes illuminated by the occasional red and blue flash of his overhead lights. Their gazes meet through the mirror and the corner of Bradleys mouth lifts up in a half drunk smile. Jake shifts his gaze away to instead peer at the numbers on the houses. Finally he finds the address he's looking for and slows the cruiser as he pulls into the driveway.

He brings the car to a stop and slides out of the driver's seat, walking around the car to open up the side door. Bradley stares at him quizzically from the backseat.

"C'mon, hop out before I change my mind," Jake prompts, gesturing with his head for Bradley to get a move on. The tall brunette climbs out with as much ease as one can muster in a pair of handcuffs before he's once again standing face to face with Jake.

He's on the downside of his drunken stupor, more sleepy than buzzed if his drooping eyelids are anything to go by. His mustache lifts as he smiles down at Jake. It's still ridiculous looking but it makes more sense now that Jake knows his occupation. It's the only type of facial hair that's considered to be within regs.

Jake clears his throat. "You want me to take those off?" he asks, motioning towards the cuffs holding Bradley's hands behind his back.

"I might do something stupid if you do."

Jake freezes. "What?"

Before he knows it Bradley's kissing him. He connects their mouths with surprising ease. It's so smooth and he moves relatively quickly for someone who's mildly intoxicated that Jake doesn't even see it coming. Between Jake's surprise and Bradley's lack of hands, they're a bit top heavy and Jake has to fist the front of Bradley's t-shirt, his back hitting the side of the cruiser, to keep them from toppling over.

Bradley's mouth is warm, his lips pliant and soft, but he's firm in the kiss, unrelenting in the way that Jake couldn't have pulled away even if he wanted to.

He doesn't want to— he does— but he doesn't want to.

When he comes to his senses, Jake flattens a palm against Bradley's chest and shoves him away. Immediately his chest aches at the distance. He stands there, still half shocked, with his palm holding Bradley away at arm's length.

Really, he's not too sure what to do in this situation.

Bradley’s hazel eyes shine in amusement. He doesn’t even have the decency to look ashamed.

Again Jake clears his throat. "Ahem— um, glad you got that out of your system," he says with a pat to Bradley's chest. And before anything else can occur, he swiftly steps around the other man and uncuffs his wrists.

Bradley groans in relief, bringing his hands in front of him to rub at his sore wrists. “I think your bondage play needs some work. Not that I’m complaining—”

“Go inside. Get some sleep, Bradley.”

Taking the not so subtle hint, Bradley straightens and fixes Jake with a mocking salute before he turns and makes him way to the front porch. He watches as Bradley unlocks the front door and turns to give him one last look before he steps inside.

“Until next time, Officer Seresin.”

Jake just shakes his head in disapproval, but he can’t disguise his smile. “There better not be a next time,” he calls up the driveway.

He doesn’t pull out the driveway until Bradley’s shut the door and he sees the porch lights flicker off.

Maybe he does like the night shift.

[nurse-floyd]

The Top Gun/ 911 Crossover no one asked for (well…maybe @vivwritesfics did 👀)

Don’t be a dick and repost!

[ddejavvu]

Hii Mei hope u had a lovely day what would be your thoughts on firefighter rooster for mvm??

firefighter!rooster poses for one of those calendars, but he only has one copy made, and it's yours for the holidays. you have to keep it somewhere private though, because it's a personal gift instead of a mass-produced sold-in-stores type deal, so it is very raunchy.. <3

[lovableapocalypse]

went in the fire truck at a halloween event and all i could think about was a firefighter au 😭

[apple923]

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[overwhelmed-alien]

Finally started The Pitt. I’m on episode 1, and the only thing I can think of is pretty ER nurse Jake Seresin and his cutie patootie firefighter bf Bradley Bradshaw, who comes in the ER every now and then with minor injuries and/or burns. He becomes known as “Jake’s firefighter”.

“Somebody go find Seresin and tell him his firefighter is in Four.”

And then you just see a blond head and scrubs streaking down the hallway in a panic to find a sooty, sweaty Rooster sitting on a gurney swinging his feet and grinning while his arm gets wrapped. “Hi sweetheart!”

And the firefighter who brought him in just rolls his eyes, “we’re beginning to think he pulls this shit just to come see you.”

Bradley doesn’t of course, but he does admit to enjoying the sweet kisses and caresses and being fussed over after a rough call.

They’re so proud of each other. 😭

🧑🏻‍🚒🧑🏼‍⚕️

I’ll give somebody a virtual high five and my undying devotion if this becomes a thing!

[squiddosss]

remember this AU? it lives in my brain and haunts me every day now

[sunlightmurdock]

the thought of mutual masturbation with bradley (specifically firefighter) has plagued my mind all day long thanks to ur poll this morning 😭😭😭

can you imagine though? the days he gets home from a shift and he’s just soooo exhausted because he’s been up for almost three days straight so he just crawls right into bed beside you. you’re just so soft and his hands are all over you, but he’s barely able to keep his eyes open

you know, though, that he struggles to switch off after long shifts sometimes. after ten minutes in bed, he’s still stuck awake and hard as a rock as his hands smooth over your skin.

so you just wriggle away from him a little and he watches you with a confused frown as you dip your hand into your underwear. Just watching the confused knots work their way out of his face as he relaxes with the realisation of what you’re doing. he just lays there and watches you for a minute or two, silent until you take in that first sharp breath and squirm a little at the feeling.

as much as he loves getting you off and is good at it, it’s much less complex to get himself off and you know that. He can just switch his brain off and watch you while he finally starts to touch himself

There’s lots of lazy kisses with lots of tongue too. Bradley definitely edges himself a little too, slowing down or stopping entirely because he’s so caught up on the idea of wanting to finish with you.

He barely gets out of bed to grab a tissue and clean himself up before he’s pulling you into his arms, crushing you a lil but it’s okay, and promptly passing out into the best sleep he’s ever had

[the-ace-with-spades]

I'm giving Ice a heart attack (the literal kind) in one of my fics and now I've got the urge to make Mav have a stroke in a different fic

[itshoneywhatever]

So a while ago i started writing a hangster fic about Jake and Bradley being roommates, Jake works in the ER and one day Bradley shows up beaten up or something, and I never continued to write on it. But yesterday i saw this post by @overwhelmed-alien and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it and my own fic and how it sparked that want to continue writing it… so i guess what i am saying is that i will write ER nurse!Jake x firefighter!Bradley with the twist that they are roommates that don’t get along but see each other a hell of a lot