#sereshaw fanfiction

[lesbiradshaw]

spend my time trying not to feel it

by lesbiseresin

“You know Halloween is on Thursday.” Fanboy waits for him to nod to go on. “They’re doing something every night this week. Different themes on different nights.”

Bradley raises his eyebrows. “Let me get this straight. You’re trying to drag me to a costume party?”

(alternatively: halloween, a gay bar, jake, and bradley. what could possibly be complicated about that?)

[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🤣

[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!

[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.”