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hellooooo i recently posted my first sereshaw oneshot :) it’s 17.5k words and it’s a getting together / secret relationship oneshot !!! rated teen & up, no warnings apply :)
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little hangster morning sex drabble bc they deserve it
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Some mornings, Bradley wakes up and feels anxiety already thrumming beneath his skin. Feels it settled into his chest, tingling along the backs of his thighs; his thoughts are racing and his head aches with the stress of trying to relax.
These are the mornings he’s most grateful to not wake up alone anymore.
Jake blearily cracks an eye open when Bradley moves into him, arm automatically lifting to wrap around Bradley’s body and hold him close. He hums sleepily at the warmth of Bradley’s back against his chest and thumbs at the jut of Bradley’s collarbone, fingers tangling in the gold chain around his neck for a moment.
“Y’okay?” he asks, voice sleepwarm and rough.
Bradley used to say he was. Figured a quick lie was better than letting Jake in.
Now, though.
“Been awake since 4,” Bradley admits quietly. “Can’t fuckin’ shut my brain off.”
Jake hums, already moving to roll them so Bradley’s on his stomach with Jake stretched out over his back. Bradley shuts his eyes and breathes out a grateful sigh, sinking into the full weight of Jake’s body on top of his.
“Just you and me,” Jake whispers, hands sliding up Bradley’s arms. He runs a foot along the inside of Bradley’s calf beneath the sheets, slots their fingers together above Bradley’s head beneath his pillow. “Just us here. I’ve got ya.”
“More,” Bradley whispers, squeezing Jake’s fingers.
Jake kisses Bradley’s shoulder, the chain over the back of his neck, the scar on his back that runs parallel to his spine. Bradley’s exhale is rougher when he feels Jake let go of his hands to get up, watching him in the corner of his vision as he grabs the lube from their bedside table. Jake keeps a hand on Bradley’s skin the entire time he moves, squeezing his hip with that same hand when he’s blanketed over Bradley’s back again.
“Two?” Jake asks softly.
Bradley spreads his legs a bit. “Three,” he rasps, sinking into that weighed-down feeling again. “Don’t make me wait.”
So Jake doesn’t. Slicks three fingers up and works them in slowly, deliberately, breathing praises into Bradley’s skin. Bradley focuses on the blunt pressure when Jake’s fingers press in, focuses on the slow drag of his fingers pulling out.
“Right here with me, Rooster,” Jake whispers, fingers spreading as he finds Bradley’s prostate. “I’ve got ya.”
“I know,” Bradley gasps, the ache in his chest slowly twisting into something warmer, less fearful. He curls a hand over the back of Jake’s neck and squeezes.
“More?” Jake asks, already pulling his fingers free.
Bradley just nods, his mind blissfully calm. He can feel Jake’s fist bumping against his thighs as he quickly works to slick himself up.
When Jake presses in, warm and firm inside him, heavy all around him, Bradley finally feels the tension leaving his body.
“There you are,” Jake says softly, hands moving underneath Bradley’s chest and then curling up over the front of his shoulders. “Breathe, pretty bird.”
“Jake, I…” Bradley starts, voice catching when Jake finally starts to move. Slow, steady rolls of his hips to keep them as close as possible.
“I know,” Jake says, hearing the words Bradley still isn’t able to say. “I know. Me, too.”
Bradley closes his eyes, focuses on the weight of Jake surrounding him, and lets himself fall.
#hangster#sereshaw#hangmanrooster#hangman#rooster#hangman x rooster#rooster x hangman#top gun maverick#mywriting#*tgmfic#*sereshawfic
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I’ve wanted to write this drabble for ages, but the pics of Glen & his new lil pup just made it worse
hangster + becoming dads
“I’ve never held a baby before.”
At the sound of Bradley’s voice cutting through the silence in the waiting room, Jake glances over, eyebrows nearly hitting his hairline. “You — what?”
Bradley’s leg has been bouncing next to his for the last — however long. Jake doesn’t know for sure. They’ve been waiting for hours, he thinks. But now, Bradley goes eerily still, his eyes widening slightly as he meets Jake’s gaze. “I’ve never held — oh, Jake. Jake, what the fuck.”
Jake’s laughing before he can stop himself. “Jesus, Bradshaw. Our kid’s actively being born and that’s just hittin’ you now? You and your fucking timing.”
“It’s not funny!” Bradley insists, swatting the back of his hand against Jake’s thigh. “I should’ve, like. Practiced. We practiced all that swaddling and diaper changing shit, but I never just — oh my god. I’m gonna swaddle my baby and then just have to leave it there because I don’t know how to hold it. Christ.”
Jake doesn’t laugh this time, but he does grin. Squeezes his hand over Bradley’s knee as he quietly says, “We’ve faced scarier things, honey.”
Bradley swallows at that, sliding his hand beneath Jake’s on his knee so their fingers can tangle together. “I just. It’s — I just wanna be good at this.”
Jake knows. He gets it. Wants this just as badly as Bradley does, maybe more. And now, after months of hoping and wondering, it’s finally happening. He squeezes Bradley’s hand and bends to press a kiss against his shoulder through the thin cotton of his shirt.
“You already are,” he promises, voice warm. “And hey, I’ve gotten rave reviews on my baby holding skills from my nephews. I was their favorite uncle pillow when they were little.”
“Their only uncle pillow,” Bradley mutters, but he’s grinning now.
“Still counts. I’ll teach ya. And, y’know,” Jake continues, voice softening. “Kinda special, ain’t it? The first baby you ever hold is gonna be our miracle.”
Bradley hums at that, the tension finally bleeding from his shoulders. “Yeah. One of many.”
“Yeah,” Jake agrees. “Probably gonna be our favorite one so far, though.”
“Probably.”
It’s silent between them for a moment after that, their hands still clasped together tightly. Eventually, Bradley inhales and breathes out a soft, disbelieving laugh.
“We’re gonna be dads today, Jake,” he rasps, looking over to him. “Holy shit.”
“Holy shit,” Jake agrees, nodding. “Holy shit.”
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When their daughter’s placed on Bradley’s chest for the first time that morning, he immediately lifts his hands to cradle her like he’s always known how. He’s a natural. Jake knew he would be.
Jake brushes a kiss against Bradley’s cheek, reaching a hand out to thumb gently at the soft hair on their little girl’s head. Her dark eyes are already blinking closed as she snuggles in closer to Bradley’s skin.
“Rave reviews,” Bradley murmurs, shooting Jake a wink. The shine of tears in his eyes makes it a little less teasing than he’d probably like it to be.
Jake snorts out a laugh, running his finger over their daughter’s cheek. “Told ya you’d be fine. Not so scary, is it?”
Bradley swallows, smiling a little. “You kidding? Scariest thing in the world.”
“Yeah,” Jake agrees, corner of his mouth lifting in a grin. “But the best thing, too.”
“Yeah,” Bradley replies, hiding his smile against their daughter’s head. “Yeah, she is.”
#hangster#sereshaw#top gun maverick#hangman x rooster#rooster x hangman#tgm#bradley rooster bradshaw#jake hangman seresin#hangmanrooster#hangman#rooster#mywriting#*tgmfic#*sereshawfic
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“I’m terrible at fallin’ asleep without you.”
Bradley closes his eyes. Presses the phone more firmly against his ear and listens.
The rustle of cheap bedsheets over the line. The static of a poor connection. The barely-there, quiet hum of loneliness in Jake’s voice.
“Makes two of us,” Bradley admits, blinking open his eyes to stare at his bedroom ceiling. “I don’t think I’ve slept more than three hours at a time since you left.”
“You’ve always been a shit sleeper. Dunno how you function.”
Bradley snorts, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “It’s a gift. A terrible, exhausting gift.”
“And we thank you for your service,” Jake huffs, the warmth in his voice softening the jagged crackle of the phone line. “You need rest, Bradshaw.”
“So do you.”
A sharp inhale. A pause. The long, quiet exhale before Jake finally asks, “… maybe we could try to now? Y’know. Fall asleep on the phone together like a couple’a silly high schoolers.”
“Okay,” Bradley whispers, rolling onto his side. He sets the phone on Jake’s side of the bed and pulls the sheet up over his hips. “But if I snore, you can’t make fun.”
“Been makin’ fun of you for nearly a decade, honey,” Jake says. “Sure ain’t gonna stop now.”
Bradley closes his eyes, twisting the wedding band on his finger as he relaxes into the mattress. “Come back to me soon, yeah?”
“Always have,” Jake replies, words slurring together with fatigue. “Always will.”
#hangster#sereshaw#top gun maverick#hangman x rooster#rooster x hangman#*tgmfic#*sereshawfic#tgm#rooster#hangman#have some soft boys#spoiler alert: they’re probably in different towns for family stuff and not separated by deployment#bc they’re DRAMATIC and I love them#*fic#mywriting#hangmanrooster
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hangster not!fic. dom/sub vibes. non-explicit references to breathplay.
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“Bradshaw. as I live and breathe.”
To anyone else, it sounds like a silly little jab between rivals. But Bradley hears it for what it really is.
Because maybe when Jake and Bradley were together before, fucking and fighting and learning about each other and falling for each other, they had a code word or phrase that they’d use as a signal for ‘Hey, can we?’ And the other one would have a response that sounded innocuous enough, but was either a yes or no.
So that’s part of their past and Bradley’s intent on leaving it there. Then TGM happens, the argument with Jake bringing up Bradley’s dad, all of that. And maybe that night Jake’s been thinking about their past together and he goes to Bradley and just. Says that specific phrase unprompted.
Bradley just kind of looks at him and doesn’t say the phrase back but instead - “You really asking me what I think you’re asking me right now? You know that isn’t us anymore.”
And Jake’s just, “What if it could be?”
Bradley shakes his head. Looks down at his beer bottle. Jake keeps pressing, tells him, “I think I’ve earned a whack or two, Bradshaw.”
“I don’t hit you, Jake.”
“No. But you’re pretty good at dickin’ me down rough enough that I forget to breathe.”
Bradley knows that Jake’s goading him into it. Also knows that it’s working. When Jake steps into his space, he reaches out and curls a hand over Jake’s throat. Squeezes. Just a little.
Jake’s eyes darken. “C’mon. Take me to bed, Bradshaw.”
So Bradley does.
//
Afterwards, when Bradley’s holding him and Jake still hasn’t taken a deep breath, not one that settles him and clears the haze in his eyes, Bradley has to gently tip his chin up with his thumb and finger so he can look into Jake’s eyes.
But Jake won’t meet his gaze. Breathes out a quiet, constant “m’sorry.”
And Bradley knows. He knows. But he also knows Jake, even after all this time, and getting lost in his own head like this isn’t good for either of them. This could make him spiral, and he’s not letting that happen. Doesn’t want Jake to drop - refuses to let him fall somewhere he can’t catch him.
“Jake. Sweetheart. Look at me.”
(Jake hasn’t been called sweetheart in years. Not since Bradley. No one since Bradley. Not really.)
He meets Bradley’s eyes. Bradley inhales, lets it out slowly so the air from his lips ghosts across Jake’s face. Breathes in again. Exhales. Jake finally hiccups a little and then breathes in with him. Deeply enough that it reaches the base of his lungs. Deeply enough that it fills the empty spaces in his chest that have been cold ever since Bradley left.
“That’s it, Jake. Perfect. Just like that. Keep breathin’ with me.”
And Jake does. Nods and keeps breathing, following Bradley’s lead.
(Which one of y’all has what it takes to follow me?
Jake knows full well he’s the one that would follow Bradley anywhere.)
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When Jake’s come back to himself, clearheaded and sated, Bradley clears his throat and says, “…. Your eyes rolled back for a second, y’know.”
“Yeah,” Jake nods, voice rough. “I know.”
“…. Scared the shit outta me, Jake.”
Jake just shrugs. Swallows against the ache in his throat. “I knew I was in good hands. And it’s what I wanted.”
“I know.”
Jake glances over to Bradley, then, knocking their hands together. “…. Hey. I trust you. Wasn’t worried at all.”
“Yeah,” Bradley whispers, his gaze soft. “That’s what’s so fuckin’ terrifying.”
#hangster#sereshaw#top gun maverick#hangman x rooster#rooster x hangman#hangman#rooster#jake hangman seresin#bradley rooster bradshaw#hangmanrooster#mywriting#*tgmfic#*sereshawfic#real ones will recognize this from the og days#expanded and updated a lil 💜
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hangster + first i love you + bronco conversations under the stars
happy birthday @lilgreyarea ❤️❤️❤️
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“I freaked you out, huh?” Bradley asks softly, picking at a worn spot in the leather of the steering wheel.
They’ve been parked in Jake’s driveway long enough that the Bronco’s engine is likely cool to the touch beneath the hood. Bradley keeps his gaze focused on the steering wheel despite how desperately he wants to look to his right, shrugging one shoulder as he continues, “I meant what I said. I’m not takin’ it back. But I’d get it if you’re freaked.”
“It ain’t that,” Jake sighs finally, slouching a little more in his seat. He tilts his head back to look up at the stars overhead, long enough that Bradley lets himself look over. Jake's eyes close just as Bradley's gaze falls on him and Bradley takes advantage of the moment - catalogues the way the breeze keeps catching the hair that’s fallen onto Jake’s forehead, watches the toothpick moving between Jake’s lips and wonders if he’s worn it down to nothing during the drive home from the bar. At the first twitch of Jake's lashes, Bradley shifts his focus to Jake's lap instead, watching as Jake restlessly twists the academy ring on his hand.
Bradley wonders if Jake’s also feeling and fighting the instinct to reach out and thread their fingers together.
“But it's something," Bradley finally says. "So what is it?”
Jake sighs again, pulling the toothpick from his mouth and flicking what’s left of it out onto the driveway. When he meets Bradley’s gaze, he explains, “I’m not an anxious guy. Never have been. And I’m not freaked about you lovin’ me, Bradshaw, that’s."
Smiling a bit, Jake's voice softens as he continues, "I love you, too, y’know? Have for a while.”
Bradley feels a knot in his chest loosen. “I - yeah. I thought maybe y'did."
"So observant, Rooster," Jake teases.
"Spent a lotta time watchin' you from my perch, that's all."
Jake snorts out a laugh, his fingers reaching out to Bradley's thigh and squeezing. Bradley knows it's an old jab, an emptier one now that they're solid, but there's something familiar about it, too. Comforting, almost, to remember what it felt like to jump and follow Jake's lead that first time.
(And again, and again, and again.)
"What if this goes south, y'know?" Jake asks, shrugging. "This feels like a big thing. A real thing, you and me. I've never wanted real before. But now we've got it and I'm - Christ, Bradley, what if somethin' happens? What if the job fucks this up? What if life fucks this up? What if we do this for real and we find out we ain't any good together at all?"
Bradley hums, sitting with that for a moment. Eventually, he reaches over for Jake's hand and holds it tightly, thumbing over his knuckles as he thinks it over. He gets it. Completely gets it. Every fear Jake has is one that Bradley's had for weeks.
(For years, maybe, if he's being honest with himself.)
Finally, he turns in his seat to face Jake, lifting his leg so that the angle's easier, knee resting uncomfortably on the console between them. "We've been through hell together," Bradley says simply, holding Jake's gaze. "Hell, Jake, we've been the cause of that hell for each other sometimes."
Jake scoffs. "Dunno what you're talkin' about. I have always been and will always be an angel."
"Uh-huh," Bradley snorts, rolling his eyes fondly. "Look, all I'm sayin' is - we've put each other through some shit, right? And we've still made it this far. Freaked out, in love, and holdin' hands in your driveway."
"Yeah. Quite the pair," Jake agrees, tilting his head a little as he squints. His teeth worry at the inside of his bottom lip for a beat, shoulders shrugging as he presses, "So...?"
"So," Bradley continues, "we're stubborn as hell. Better at fighting than anything - well, almost anything else."
Jake's eyes twinkle. "Almost."
Bradley grins, squeezing Jake's hand. "If we can make it this far without fuckin' everything up ourselves, how the hell could anything else even come close, y'know? I get what you're saying. I really do. But - I think we're gonna find out we are that good together, and that's gonna be the scariest part of all."
Jake hums, eyes falling to Bradley's lips and lifting again. He takes a breath and exhales it slowly, shifting so his arm is resting over the back of the seat. Bradley relaxes into Jake's touch when he feels his hand against his neck, thumb brushing over the line of his jaw before it's pressed against the fullest point of his lower lip.
"I love you," Bradley says again, pressing a kiss to the pad of Jake's thumb. "Let's do this for real."
Leaning forward, Jake brushes their lips together once, twice, three times. The gentle presses make Bradley's lips tingle more than any other kiss ever has. When he pulls back to meet Bradley's eyes again, he's smiling.
"That a yes?" Bradley asks.
Jake snorts. "It's a yes. Let's do this."
Bradley surges forward for another kiss, feeling more than hearing Jake's 'love you' as their lips meet. His leg is still pressed uncomfortably against the console between them, skin tingling as his foot goes to sleep, but it's a distant sensation, muted by the joy he feels thrumming beneath his skin.
Jake loves him back. They're doing this for real.
Nothing else comes close to that feeling.
#hangster#sereshaw#hangman x rooster#rooster x hangman#top gun maverick#mywriting#*tgmfic#*sereshawfic#jake hangman seresin#bradley rooster bradshaw#hangman#rooster#hangmanrooster
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okay hear me out (aka time to not!fic until someone (elSE, not me, maybe me) writes the thing i want):
a 5+1 sereshaw fic feat. ace!rooster my beloved
aka five times (spanning pre-canon to canon) that jake thinks he’s about to hook up with bradley, but it doesn't happen. they keep having that Moment, the one that feels charged and like they're about to step into something more, but it doesn't ever lead to sex and jake's a little thrown off by it. like, it's fine, jake's just confused.
and then there's the one time post-canon when they’re actually maybe pursuing something that isn't just Flirty Eye Tension™��� and jake, still confused but mostly just curious by this point, outright asks why they haven’t fooled around in all the time they’ve known each other.
bradley (who’s been on his own journey of self-discovery through the years, obvi, and is now at a place where he’s comfortable with himself and comfortable with this thing with jake), explains how he feels about:
sex (indifferent, shrug, sure it's cool but also: sunsets, baseball, naps) and also explains how he feels about:
jake (all in, terrified, ready to see if this thing they have could be a forever thing).
jake takes a bit to process that, maybe asks a few questions, and then nods. agrees that he's all in, too - just as scared, just as ready. he takes bradley's hand and curls their fingers together, smiling when bradley leans in and brushes a kiss against his cheek. jake can feel relief radiating from bradley at the acceptance and that Moment happens again between them, their eyes meeting. the sun's setting behind them and they're standing close enough that jake can pick out flecks of gold and auburn in bradley's irises. bradley's fucking beautiful and jake's never felt this connected to anyone before.
but this time, jake doesn't feel like it's knocking him off-center. he isn't confused by it. because he gets it now. he gets bradley.
(already knows that he wants to keep him forever.)
#hangster#sereshaw#top gun maverick#hangman x rooster#rooster x hangman#mywriting#*tgmfic#*sereshawfic#*roosterfic#*hangmanfic#ace!rooster#asexuality
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let him think about you.
let him be annoyed by you.
let him want you.
let him hate you.
let him down.
(again and again and again.)
let him soar.
(again and again and again.)
but don’t ever,
don't ever,
let him love you.
for your touch corrupts and
your soul condemns,
and he is too burdened
by darkness already.
leave him hanging
on his comfortable perch,
and let him watch you leave.
he said it best:
you'll only ever be able to lead
him to an early grave.
so don't let him follow you.
keep him from the gallows,
and let him go.
//
(he will choose you, anyway.
he will follow you to the end.
he will love you above all else.
and he will beg you to let him.)
and you will let him.
#hangster#sereshaw#top gun maverick#tgm#hangman x rooster#rooster x hangman#bradley rooster bradshaw#jake hangman seresin#hangman#rooster#hangmanrooster#repost from a while ago for formatting and rewrites <3#mywriting#*tgmfic#*sereshawfic
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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.)
#sereshaw#hangster#*sereshawfic#*tgmfic#*wip#top gun maverick#hangman x rooster#rooster x hangman#honorable mention to better off lonely by nurko & rory#tgm#mywriting#hangmanrooster
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old habits (1862 words) by crueltether
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Top Gun (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Jake "Hangman" Seresin
Characters: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake "Hangman" Seresin
Additional Tags: One Shot, Smut, Friends With Benefits, Post-Canon, bottom!Bradley
Summary:
“How long are you stationed here?” Bradley asks, toeing his shoes off.
Jake sets his bottle down on the table just next to the door and shrugs a shoulder. “Long enough. You wanna keep talkin’ or do you wanna get what you really came all the way out here for?”
#hangster#sereshaw#hangman x rooster#rooster x hangman#top gun maverick#jake hangman seresin#bradley rooster bradshaw#hangmanrooster#hangman#rooster#mywriting#tgm#tgm fic#i did a thing!!!! it only took me 2 months god bless#*tgmfic#*sereshawfic#hitting post means the fic is finally out of my head and i can move onto the next :*
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