#sereshaw fanfiction

[lesbiradshaw]

sweet nothing

by lesbiseresin

“It’s not like I’m offering to stitch you up or something. I’m just saying, you look like you could use a hand.”

Bradley’s mind flits back to the carrier and the solid grip of Hangman’s hand grasping his own. “I can handle it myself,” he says, because it’s true. It would hurt more and take longer, but handling things himself is what he’s used to. Not whatever it is that Hangman is offering.

“I know.”

(alternatively: bradley is tired. hangman takes him home.)

[friend-lover-traitor-narrator]

Weekend Trip [hangster] - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 is up now!

Fanfic Summary: Jake's first weekend with Bradley in the Mitchell-Kazansky house. It's chaos and banter and maybe also a bit embarrassing.

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw, Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky x Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell.

Content/warnings: 18+, Bradley’s POV, early relationship hangster, fluff, hangster smut, lots of banter, married!icemav, icemav smut implied, tiny bit of hurt & comfort.

About the chapter: Jake meets the dads.

CLICK HERE TO READ!

[hangster-hangout]

the time of my life

I have like ten little hangster ficlets in my phone and @rooster-84 made a post about the dirty dancing final dance scene and I took that as a sign to post the one I had....enjoy 800 words of fluff at the hard deck.

Bradley wasn’t quite sure how they got here.

It was supposed to be a casual happy hour. A celebration of their first week as the US Navy’s newest squadron, a toast to the year of hard work it took to get them back in Fightertown after the uranium mission.

Fanboy called them the “bad-asses of the skies” and while the Navy wouldn’t be printing that on a patch anytime soon, it seemed like no one was in a rush to disagree.

Bradley was used to squadrons coming and going, of getting close with people only to leave them or be left behind. But it was different with this group, the group chat didn’t die off after a week of being apart. It got stronger and sillier, and he grew to learn more about his teammates and form bonds that different time zones couldn’t shake.

And somewhere along the line Hangman became Jake. The warm feeling that enveloped Bradley whenever he saw him was another thing he couldn’t shake. He wasn’t sure he wanted to.

So they were celebrating, a toast to being together and a casual late afternoon fighting over the jukebox and tossing darts with alarming accuracy.

But like most things with the Dagger Squad, things took a strange and unusual turn.

They were congregated around the bar instead of the pool table and talking to Penny about her futile attempt to introduce Amelia to eighties movies. Her last attempt was Dirty Dancing, to which Amelia deemed ‘just alright’ which got Phoenix talking about how she always wanted Patrick Swayze to lift her in the air, which got Jake talking about unfair it was that no one could lift him in the air, which (blaming the three beers and rush of being back) Bradley then responded:

“I could do it.”

He knows everyone is staring at him now, but he doesn’t take his eyes off Jake, watching his expression turn from surprise to something…hungrier.

“Might need some proof.” There’s a challenge in his green eyes, a question if he’s going to push their decade-long game just a little bit closer. Bradley could never really tell what they were pushing each other towards, but the past week he was starting to get an idea.

Take the shot, Rooster.

Bradley raises an eyebrow.

“Play the song.”

Jake’s eyes darken. A direct hit.

Payback lets out an honest to god whoop and Fanboy cheers, clinking glasses with Bob and Phoenix. Coyote starts moving tables and Penny says if someone ends up on the floor, she is ringing the bell.

“I’ll take that,” Bob takes the beer out of Bradley’s hands and the music starts. Bradley walks towards the middle of the cleared space and he’s not exactly sweating through his printed shirt, but the bar feels suddenly warmer.

“Don’t forget Rooster, if you drop him, you’re defacing government property,” Coyote calls from his spot next to Jake’s side, ten feet away from Bradley.

“He won’t drop me.” Jake sounds so sure, so trusting, and something tightens around Bradley’s heart.

Bradley knows the song and hears the buildup, the lyrics talking about being the one thing someone can’t get enough of.

“You ready?” Bradley calls with a grin and Jake gives him a wink. As the duet sings ‘this could be love’ Jake runs toward him, a blinding smile on his face.

Don’t think, just do.

He lifts Jake into the air in one fluid motion, the cheers around him drowning out the chorus of the song. Bradley looks up, mostly getting a view of Jake’s toned chest under his tight white shirt, but he hears a laugh from above.

It’s not a disbelieving laugh – it’s a victory laugh. Bradley lets out one of his own.

Bradley spins him for half a turn before gripping Jake’s hips just a little tighter and slowly starting to bring him down. He doesn’t want the moment to end so he takes his time, looking up and locking eyes with Jake as he lowers him down inch by inch.

Neither of them looks away. Bradley thinks he might never stop looking at Jake.

He finally puts Jake’s feet on the ground, but he doesn’t let go of his waist.

“Definitely movie-worthy,” Jake’s smile is somehow even bigger than the one the post-mission tarmac last year. “You got any fantasies I can take care of for you?”

“Just one,” Rooster murmurs and he moves his hands from Jake’s hips to his jaw, bringing him in for a searing kiss.

The next morning Phoenix sends a video of it all to the group chat simply captioned “Nobody puts Hangman in the corner.”

[indybob]

Sat down to work on my current Hangster WIP last night and ended up writing an outline for a new Hangster story that had been sorta in the background of my mind for only a couple days. I was thinking I’d have enough ideas for like a five chapter fic at most, tell me why this outline is TEN chapters and I’m not even finished with it yet!! All this to say, it’s going to be an even busier summer of writing than I expected, and I might get through two multi-chapter fics when it’s all said and done🤣

[miraculousmultifan]

72 and hangster please!

woo!! gee!!! you got it! <3

this one is a bit crack-induced humor and a teensy bit nsfw, but i blame that on the source material. sorry its so short!

72. Five Years by Bo Burnham

Jake sat Bradley down on the couch of their house, grinning from ear to ear as he stood in front of the TV.

“Okay, what is all this?” Bradley asked, grinning fondly at him as he leaned back into the couch cushions.

Bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, Jake said, “Well, you know how I kept going to that recording studio last week? I finally finished what I was working on, and now I’m ready to present it to you!” He hadn’t filmed a music video, so the only thing visible on the TV screen was an album cover and the song title “Five Years”.

As the song started, Jake started dancing next to the TV, making Bradley laugh as first few lyrics sounded through their living room. Then, Bradley’s eyes narrowed, and he stared at Jake in disbelief as he said, “Jake. Darling. Is this a song for our fucking anniversary?”

Quickly, Jake shushed him, replying, “Shut the fuck up, you’re going to miss the best part!” Then he sang along with the recording of himself to the lyrics, “You think I’m rude to you. You think I am the worst. Because I ask when you suck my dick, you take out your Invisalign first.”

Bradley burst out laughing, wheezing with his head between his knees. As he wiped a tear from his eye, he looked up to see Jake beaming at him with that stupid shit-eating grin, and he couldn’t take it, doubling over once again.

“What, do you not like the song I wrote for you?” Jake pouted, shaking his hips to the beat in a way that he knew would make Bradley giggle. “I worked so hard on this. Plus, all the lyrics take inspiration from our relationship!”

Bradley stood up from the couch to join Jake by the TV, dancing with him while he chuckled softly. “Even the bit about me eating one of your dumplings without asking?”

Jake nodded seriously. “Especially that bit.”

“You’re so fucking stupid,” Bradley murmured, leaning in to kiss Jake, wrapping his arms around his neck. “Happy anniversary, love.”

[hangster-ficrecs]

Title: Little Chick

Author: SOBERHYUCK

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Single Parents, Family Fluff, Secrets, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fluff and Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Getting Together, Getting to Know Each Other, Not Beta Read, Family Issues, Rivals to Friends to Lovers, Pining, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Dialogue Heavy, Found Family, Canonical Character Death, Hurt/Comfort

Summary:

It was supposed to be a normal exercise.

Well, to be fair, it was a normal exercise. They got their asses kicked by their instructor, who Hangman (oh so conveniently) dragged out of the Hard Deck the day before being introduced, as they prepared for their new mission that brought “the best of the best” back to Top Gun.

Only the aftermath changed everything he ever thought about Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw.

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a single parent au

Word Count: 40,000

[nightspires]

hello lgbt community

it is i, the author of the hangster law school au.

if i were to, say, write another fic. what per chance would you like to read? drop some prompts in my ask box!

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

Inspired by a scene from he's written mine on my upper thigh only in my mind by @hangmanbradshaw !! (hella good hangster fake dating au go read it yall)

i legit had to stop reading to start sketching this cuz my brain was so consumed with the visual that i could not focus on reading at all👍

alt version + closeup +sketch below

[nimuetheseawitch]

He traced patterns over Bradley's skin in the soft morning light. He kissed a constellation of freckles on his shoulder and his fingers wandered in the direction they always did. Spooning Bradley like this, it was so easy, so natural for his fingers to glide along the tattoo on his ribs. It was a beautiful piece of art, and Jake let his fingers travel slowly over the graceful figures of two geese in flight. He'd done it so many times before that he didn't expect anything except for Bradley to grumble at him softly on waking and grab his hand to pull him over for a kiss, but today, Bradley's hand just rested on his, arresting it's movement. Jake's breath caught, and he waited, listening to the changes in Bradley's breathing.

After a quiet eternity, Bradley breathed in deeply and started speaking softly.

"My mother had a tattoo like this."

Jake didn't interrupt, but he stilled entirely, afraid that if he moved, Bradley would startle and stop talking. He'd never said much about his mother besides that she had died, and Jake could tell this was important.

"It was on her left shoulder, behind her heart. Every time we went to the beach, she would ask me to put sunscreen on her back and she would tell me about him, about Goose, my father. She told me how he'd loved to fly, how he'd loved to laugh, how he'd loved to sing, how he'd loved us so, so much. Sometimes she'd smile at the stories she told me, and sometimes she'd cry, and sometimes she'd hold me tight until I whined for her to let me go play. It was her first tattoo, and she said that she liked that even though she couldn't see it, she always knew it was there."

Bradley paused, and Jake linked their fingers together over his tattoo, trying to silently give him support.

"She started tattooing when I was 5 or 6, I think. Said she liked meeting all sorts of people and learning what kinds of things they wanted on their bodies permanently. By the time I was a teenager, her arms were full of color, full of the art her friends did for her. She said she liked carrying the people she loved with her everywhere where people could see it." Bradley huffed a small laugh that could've been mistaken for a sob. "She got so angry when I let one of my friends give me a shitty poke tattoo when I was 15. She put all my allowance for months towards the cost of ink to do a proper cover up for me. That's the swallow on my wrist. When she was diagnosed with cancer--"

Jake couldn't help the small noise he made at that, and Bradley just squeezed his hand before continuing.

"When she was diagnosed, she told me she wanted her last tattoo to be one for me, and I asked her for a goose of my own. She gave me two, one for her and one for Dad. She said she'd always wanted to fly with him. It wasn't until after the funeral that I realized she'd put them where my hand always went when I hugged myself."

[lesbiradshaw]

hold me like a grudge by lesbiseresin

Whatever truce he and Hangman might’ve temporarily made on the beach still wasn’t enough for Bradley to want to hang out with the guy in his free time.

Except, here he is with the Bronco pulled into one of the spaces that line the stretch of sidewalk beside Hangman’s house. He can see Hangman’s truck sitting in the driveway and the light for the living room turned on inside.

Hangman is here, and so is Bradley. For what exactly, he isn’t sure. He knows he’s searching for something. An answer, maybe. Figuring that out would require thinking, which isn’t what this is supposed to be about, but the uncertainty must show on his face. Hangman opens the door without him even having to knock, eyebrows raised and the obvious question quick to come.

“What are you doing here, Bradshaw?”

(alternatively: in which bradley takes the phrase ‘don’t think, just do’ a little too literally)

[almondcroissantsandink]

i'm feeling very halloween-y and wanted to draw something for i see your face in the mirror by @miraculousmultifan, which is a very fun little fic i read recently! :) I also really love mirror mazes, so

[beezelarts]

[tgmsunmontue]

  "Marry me..."

  "What?"

  "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.

  "You're what?"

[k9effect]

Post-Hangster-Breakup Jake Seresin feels

The night breeze carries the cigarette smoke away from his lips like drifting clouds. Jake can't remember the last time he smoked.

The bench beneath him is cold and rigid, and he reefs his jacket tighter around him in protest. He pulls the acrid cigarette smoke into his lungs, feeling it burn, reminding him that he can feel something other than the misery he's found himself drowning in.

There's a split on his lower lip and he wishes he could say it was from a bar fight, but it was simply a by-product of the cold weather settling in. He hadn't been taking enough care of himself to prevent it. He had just let it happen.

It had been two weeks since Bradley left and Jake was still trying to convince himself that he was better off without him. Another tear left an icy track down his cheek and he shook his head slightly, tapping the ash from his cigarette onto the dirt below.

The dark ocean ahead was calling to him. He half wanted to just walk out into it, to let the frigid waves embrace his cold, dead heart. A shiver ran through his body at the thought.

He knew everyone thought it was him who ended things. Bradley had always been the golden boy, radiating sunshine and warmth, there was no way he could ever hurt someone this bad. Jake leant forward, bracing his elbows on his knees and hunching over. His tear streaked face was illuminated briefly by the glow of the cigarette end before dimming once more. The truth was that he was the one who got hurt and nobody believed it.

One thing people don't know about Bradshaw, is that he picks his words purposefully, intentionally, maliciously. He knows what to say to get his way, but more importantly, he knows what to say to harm.

Jake couldn't get the words out of his head.

It had all been premeditated, he knew that much. His transfer had already been approved, his bags already packed the night before. Jake had felt him pulling away, felt the tension in the air the days leading up to it. He wasn't surprised, but it had hurt just as badly all the same.

Jake groans and squeezes his eyes shut, pressing the heel of his palm into the bridge of his nose and sniffing back tears harshly. He breathes out through his clenched teeth.

He didn't need Bradshaw, he was certain of it, but god did he want to go back to when they were happy.

Jake shivered in the cold, wishing there was a warm body next to him. Instead, he raised the cigarette to his lips again. Letting the smoke burning his lungs replace the longing.

[indybob]

A text post/meme inspired by a scene from my Top Gun exchange fic that is in the works:

Jake, talking to Javy: I can’t ask Natasha to be my fake boyfriend, because she’s a woman, and she’s dating Bob. So I can’t ask Bob either. Mickey and Reuben are dating each other so they’re off the list, too. And my family would never believe I’m dating you since we’re basically brothers. That only leaves…Oh, God. Bradley?!

Javy, who knows damn good and well that his best friend is crushing on the mustached pilot:

[hangster-ficrecs]

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