#hangster ficlet

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

Ice told Mav that he'd take this one, after getting the call from Penny.

So, when Ice walks into the Hard Deck, his eyes immediately start searching the room for Bradley, and find him in the back at the pool table.

He heads to the back area of the bar, catching Penny's eye on the way and giving her a wink. When Ice gets to the pool table area he sees that Bradley is not actually alone, he's there with Lieutenant "Bob" Floyd, who looks about as hopeless as Penny sounded on the phone earlier.

Bob suddenly notices Ice's presence, and he stands up a bit straighter as Ice gives him a nod of acknowledgement.

...All the while, Bradley just keeps playing pool and grumbling loudly to himself.

"Sir - " Bob begins.

" - Dismissed."

"Oh, thank you sir..." Bob replies, sounding extremely relieved as he leaves the pool table and heads to the bar.

"Bradley...?" Ice leans over the pool table and tries to get in Bradley's line of sight "...talk to me, please."

"Nothin' to talk about," Bradley replied, as he lined up his shot, then hit the ball over to the middle pocket, and it bounced off the edge of the pocket, missing the target. "You gonna play? Looks like Bob couldn't take the heat."

"I think what Bob couldn't take was the headache you were giving him," said Ice, as he picked up the abandoned pool cue.

"What?"

"Bradley, half the bar can hear you grumbling over here," Ice told him. "You've got black storm clouds floating right over your head for God's sake. What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Bradley insisted. "Now are you gonna play or not?"

Ice shrugged. "Sure," he said.

Ice lined up his shot, and sunk two balls into the far corner pocket, like it was absolutely nothing.

Bradley rolled his eyes as Ice straightened up and tried not to look smug.

"...But I guarantee, with the way I play and the way you seem to be playing right now, it's gonna be a pretty short game," Ice told him.

Bradley sighed. "I'm just a little off tonight, no big deal," he said.

"Any particular reason why?"

"No."

Ice gave him a pointed look.

Bradley huffed. "Just having...issues with...someone," he grumbled.

"Relationship issues?"

"It's not a relationship," Bradley countered, quickly.

"Then what is it?"

"It's....he....he left for a deployment in Italy today," Bradley grumbled. "And I went over to see him just to say goodbye, y'know, and it turned into 'Oh, Rooster, I didn't know you cared?' and so of course I was like, 'I don't care, just send my apologies to all those poor Italian people who'll have to endure your presence for the next few months.' And then it turned into talking about all the Italian guys he was gonna meet over there, and how they'd probably happily 'endure' his 'presence', and then I got mad, so I just kinda left."

"So, you didn't actually get to say goodbye then?" Ice pointed out.

"No, I guess not," said Bradley. "I just...it's so easy for him to just...annoy me like that, and then...stupid Italian guys - "

"So, your problem is that you don't want Jake Seresin to hang around with hot Italian guys, is that it?" Ice asked.

Bradley froze, and stared at Ice.

"...I never said anything about Jake Seresin," he said.

"Bradley, all you ever do is talk about Jake Seresin," Ice told him. "Did the two of you really think you were being discrete?"

"We were being - !" Bradley started, then clamped his lips together for a moment. "...It's always just been a casual thing. Nothing serious or official."

"...But now he's going to Italy," said Ice "...and he might be hanging around with 'hot Italian guys', and you don't like that."

"It's not like he's never been deployed without me before," said Bradley. "It's not like I haven't had to deal with feeling like this before. And I have! I've dealt with it just fine."

"Well, maybe this time is different because you're hitting a breaking point," said Ice. "Maybe, it's time you two finally had a serious talk about this 'casual thing' of yours."

"Why do you say 'casual thing' like that?" Bradley asked. "Like you're judging?"

"I'm not judging it, Bradley. I've been down that road myself before," Ice told him. "And I'm saying 'casual thing' like that because if you're feeling so troubled at the thought of him with somebody else, then maybe it's not a very 'casual' thing at all."

Bradley blew out a long, tired breath, as he stared at the pool table, supposedly looking for another shot.

"One thing I do know for sure, though..." said ice, as he walked around the table to stand beside Bradley "...is that Jake Seresin will not be 'meeting' any hot Italian guys."

Bradley glanced over at him and smirked. "What, you really gonna try and cockblock him from here?" he asked.

"Don't doubt my powers, Bradley Bradshaw, I'm the Commander of the Pacific Fleet, I can do a lot of things," Ice told him. "...Just ask Maverick."

Bradley snorted back a laugh.

"No, I mean, he may talk a big game about what he's gonna do over there, but I guarantee you, he's not gonna do any of it," Ice told him. "He doesn't want to."

"How do you know?" Bradley asked.

"Because I've been him, Bradley," Ice told him. "First he wanted to beat you and be the best pilot, then he wanted to bed you and prove that you wanted him...and now he's trying not to fall in love with you."

Bradley didn't say anything, he actually looked a little terrified now.

"And Bradley," Ice continued. "I guarantee, he may've won those first two rounds, but that last one?" Ice leaned in now and lowered his voice so that only Bradley could hear him "...I think you'll both find that he lost it a long time ago."

Bradley still didn't say anything, so Ice just smiled and straightened up, then put his pool cue back against the wall.

"Work on your game, kid," said the older man. "I'll see you at dinner on Sunday."

Ice then gave him a wave, and walked away, out of the bar.

Bradley thought for a moment, then pulled out his phone as he sat down on a nearby stool.

Can we talk when you get back? he texted.

He only had to wait about a minute before he got a reply.

Sure. You miss me already? (with a smirking emoji, of course)

Bradley took a deep breath, then sent back his reply.

...Yeah. I do.

#tgm ficlet #top gun fanfic #in which tom kazansky is King #bradley is jealous and stubborn #and jake has probably been waiting for this end conversation for months #hangaroo #hangster #sereshaw #hangster ficlet #slight icemav #icemav-hangster parallels #tom kazansky #iceman kazansky #bradley bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #jake seresin #hangman seresin #this is too short to post on ao3 so I'm doing the ao3 tags here :)

[film-in-my-soul]

Hi Alex!

Hangster + Soulmates for the Ficlet Bingo (if you feel like it), please? 🥰

Hope you're having a nice nice day! ☀️🌷

Claude

Here ya go Claude!

.⋆｡°✩ The time between getting shot down and reuniting with Maverick, Rooster isn't alone. ✩°｡⋆.

-ooster.

There's a ringing in Bradley's ear and a dull, thudding kind of pain all across his flank. Something cold and wet is landing on his face, but he can't make his eyes open.

Rooster, you answer me, damnit.

A voice in his head resonates like his own thoughts, rippling around the shrill buzz that might or might not be because his eardrums burst on missile impact. And oh. Oh fuck.

He just got himself shot out of the fucking sky.

Bradley, please.

And that voice. Bradley knows that voice. It's soft drawl, it's surprisingly light lit. He can say that the twist of fear is unfamiliar, though. He's used to grating, smug arrogance. Sometimes, he's used to piss-and-vinegar spitting. He can't say, even as he blinks slowly and painfully back into the moment, post-eject, that he's too cut up about the change in tone.

I swear to God, if you fucking got the spot just to get yourself blown to high hell, I'll-

Yeah, no, that's more like it.

"Shut up," Bradley hisses as he sits up, taking stock of himself, the smoldering remains of his jet some hundred feet away. He knows the thought doesn't reach the other man because the stream of angry chatter keeps up.

-so help me God. Fucking answer me, Bradshaw.

Bradley gets to his feet, wobbly but getting his bearings sorted out with each breath he manages to suck in behind aching ribs. He presses a hand to his temple where his helmet's been knocked off into the snow beside him and his tangled shoot. He presses against his skull, knowing that it doesn't actually make the connection stronger (it's proximity, touch, sometimes the meeting of eyes, nothing else). Still, he used to watch his parents do it, and it's a habit he'd picked up when he'd first felt the brush of another person in his brain, one he can't shake. No matter how much he's tired.

"Shut up, Hangman."

Blessedly, there's a moment of silence that follows; even the ringing peters out. Then, the other voice is back with a vengeance.

Are you insane?! What the hell were you thinking?!

Bradley winces, shaking his head as if that might make Jake quieter, and catches himself on a tree when the motion threatens to send him back to the ground.

"Not fucking helping."

Oh, I'm sorry, princess. You want a gold star for getting yourself blown up?

"I want you to be a little quieter, seeing as I did get myself blown up and all."

Jake goes silent again, and now that Bradley's not swimming to stay upright, something uncomfortable clenches in his gut at the absence, especially when it just makes the stillness of the forest intercut with the popping flames of his jet wreckage, all the more prominent.

Dumb question, but... are you okay?

Only the hesitant way the shared thought nudges him keeps Bradley from bristling. That and the sweep of relief making breathing a little easier.

"Aside from being behind enemy lines without a plane or a plan? I'm alive."

I'll take alive.

It's almost enough to make Bradley smile.

I'll tell command you're alive. We'll get rescue inbound and-

"Don't."

He doesn't need to tell Jake why, even as it makes an anxious prickle raise the hair on the back of his neck. Just because he got himself stranded doesn't change the fact that the Navy can't know they're soulmates. They'd both be grounded. At least this way... even if it gets him captured or killed, Jake's still got his wings.

"Maverick's alive. We'll figure something out."

Bradshaw-

"You're time to sit on the perch, Jake."

That shuts the other pilot up, at least for a second. Bradley thinks it's got more to do with the soft way he'd thought it than the use of Jake's own words against him and the understanding that even if he might not like it, Bradley's right.

You get your ass in the air, and you get back here, Bradshaw.

He doesn't say it, but Bradley thinks he can hear it anyway, and as he starts bundling up his parachute, gritting his teeth against the heat of unshed tears in his eyes, he rolls the unspoken message around like an echo, pushing him forward with each softer repetition.

You come home.

Ficlet Bingo!

#hangster #sereshaw #hangster ficlet #top gun maverick ficlet #top gun maverick #ficlet bingo

[honestlydarkprincess]

for the bed sharing prompts: hangster, #2 🥺👉👈💕

hangman x rooster || rated t || wc: 1.8k

Bradley set the six pack of beers down on the counter with a sigh. It was Bob’s birthday so he and Hangman were hosting a party as they were the only members of the dagger squad who lived off base. If you had told Bradley a few months ago that he would be living with Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin and loving it, he would have laughed in your face. Sure, he had always been attracted to Hangman, even when he was being an absolute prick, but he never thought they’d get to where they were. Good friends.

Did Bradley wish that he and Jake were more than friends? Yes. But other than a few moments where Bradley thought maybe, maybe the thing between them was mutual— other than that Jake hadn’t given him any hint that he was interested.

So, Bradley resigned himself to being a cliche, pining for his roommate and the person who was quickly becoming his best friend.

continue on ao3

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[cowboysandpilots]

Hangster Ask

A hitchhiker, who favors the heart over the head.

A bed and breakfast owner, who has become jaded.

It's a romance-tinged story about accidental love. It kicks off near the beach with someone being accused of theft. (Note that: someone in the story is still haunted by a past mistake.)

And there's a twist! The best friend gets the happy ending first.

You don't have to do all of it, just pieces if you find something interesting.

(I LOVE the hitchhiker and b&b owner concept, so I went with that. Thank you 💕)

—

Jake really should've thought things through more before he decided to leave his whole life behind with nothing but the clothes on his back. In his defence, things had become boring, and the only thing he could think to do was to get out. To make something exciting happen.

He stood on the side of the road with his thumb out, thankful that it was a rare nice day, not too hot and not raining. It wasn't torture to stand outside for hours which is what Jake ended up doing. People were pretty weary of letting a random person into their car, but he had made it this far, and he couldn't just go back now.

At some point, his legs started to ache from pacing along the side of the road, and he found a small patch of grass where he could sit down for just a minute. Only after his ass makes contact with the ground does someone pull over and wave him up, inviting him over.

The driver asks Jake where he wants to go, and he realizes that he has no earthly idea where he wants to go or what the hell he's doing. "Uh... just the nearest place, I guess." He shrugs.

The driver gives him a curious look but starts driving anyway and doesn't say another word until they pull up to small and very homey looking bed and breakfast. The only reason that Jake knows it's a bed and breakfast is because of the sign out at the front. If there was no sign, he probably would have assumed that it was somebody's house.

"This is it."

He wasn't going to argue with the man, he had asked to be taken to the nearest place, and here it was. Given the loose parameters of what Jake had asked for, he was just grateful that it wasn't somebody's house. What would he do then, just get out and hope someone else picked him up?

Jake got out of the truck, feet hitting the pavement with a rough slap, and he waved the driver off as a thank you before he walked up the small stone walkway to the modest white house with a balcony across the top and the bottom and a blue door at the front.

Bradley never thought that he would be running a bed and breakfast. It was always his mom's gig, but after she passed away, he felt a responsibility to take it over. He hadn't wanted to hand it off to someone who might ruin everything she had built.

At first, he enjoyed it, but as time went on, and fewer and fewer people cared about going to bed and breakfasts over the choice of a hotel, he couldn't help but feel like he was doing the exact thing he thought all those prospective buyers would do, failing his mom.

A knock at the door pulled Bradley from his thoughts. Most people, once they saw the 'open' sign, just walked right in and never knocked. He got up out of his chair at the dining room table and went to open the door with a soft sigh.

Even looking at the beautiful, slightly dishevelled man standing on the other side of the door, Bradley couldn't get up the motivation to give him more than a soft smile and a flat greeting. He should maybe work on his customer service; it used to be much better, but years of this place wearing him down had left him exhausted all the way down to his bones.

"You have any rooms available?" Jake asks brightly, pulling Bradley yet again from his cloudy head.

"Yeah, lots of 'em. You looking for one?" Of course, he was; why else would he be here? But the words left Bradley's mouth before he could stop them, stepping aside to let the man in. He moved behind the small front desk and pulled a key off the hook.

"How much?" The man asks, and even though he's already reaching into his pocket for his wallet and Bradley knows nothing of his story, he feels a strange urge to give the man a discounted price on his room. A gentle voice inside his head that sounds suspiciously like his mom.

"$50," Bradley answers easily, half price; that should be enough to get the ghost of his mom off his back.

Jake nods and pulls $50 of cash out of his wallet, and sets it on the wooden desk. "I'm Jake, by the way." He smiles, and again, Bradley's smile doesn't reach his tired eyes.

"Bradley."

"It's nice to meet you, Bradley." Jake gives a wink and wanders off to go find the room number that's printed on his key tag. If he wasn't so eager to get a shower, he would've stayed to get to know the brooding owner some more.

It didn't take long for Bradley to become interested in Jake. Who he was and where he came from. It was hard not to when Jake was the only occupant that Bradley had in over a week. There wasn't much to do except talk to each other. Bradley was the only worker, and Jake was the only guest.

Things started off with Bradley cooking Jake's meals like he was supposed to, but after about a week of Jake living there, it turned into the two of them cooking together. Slowly, Jake could feel his attempts to get Bradley out of his shell working. The man was smiling more, he seemed lighter, and he didn't flinch away when Jake leaned in a little too close.

Jake had always been very big on one philosophy, and that is, 'Don't think, just do.' It had been working out for him so far, that's how he ended up here, so when his brain was screaming at him again to do something after two weeks alone with the older man, he pulled Bradley in and kissed him square on the mouth.

It was a miracle to Jake when Bradley didn't immediately pull away. When he kisses back with just as much enthusiasm as Jake gave him and even pulls him in by his hips. The pair only separate from each other, breathless and flushed, when the little bell on the door rings.

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[indybob]

Thinking about hangster’s first anniversary and what Bradley would get for Jake.

Ever since they got together, Bradley has heard Jake go on and on about the porch swing his parents used to have in the back yard, and the lazy summer afternoons he used to spend on it. When they went to Texas so Bradley could meet Jake’s family, they spent hours on that very swing, cuddling while Jake reminisced on his childhood.

So, when their first anniversary rolls around, Bradley knows exactly what he’s getting Jake. He has a porch swing installed out back that looks nearly identical to the one that Jake had growing up.

Bradley surprises Jake with it when he gets home from work, blindfolding him and leading him outside to the swing, which now has a comically large bow that Bradley stuck to the back rest. Jake is moved to tears, holding Bradley and thanking him for the most thoughtful gift he’s ever received.

They spend hours that night cuddled up on the swing, sipping wine and enjoying their first of many anniversaries to come.

#hangster anniversary #married hangster #married hangster my beloved #hangster #sereshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #top gun maverick #ficlet #really more of a headcanon than anything else

[tgmsunmontue]

>>I need your help. Can you come over?

Bradley looks at the message and glances at his watch, it's after dinner but still relatively early. The fact that Hangman is asking for his help is unusual enough that he must really be desperate.

He flicks a quick message confirming he's on his way and drives over, knocks on the door and steps back, wondering what it is exactly Hangman needs his help with specifically.

He doesn't expect Hangman to answer the door in nothing but a towel.

"Uh. What did you need help with exactly?"

"I got sick of trying to be subtle, or waiting for you to get off your damned perch... So here, I want your help with this. If you want."

Then he's tossing a bottle at him and Bradley catches it automatically, it's body wash and he looks at it and then back to Hangman, knows the expression on his face speaks for him.

"Read the how to use instructions..." Hangman instructs.

Bradley turns the bottle over.

DON'T KNOW HOW? WE SUGGEST FINDING SOMEONE YOU REALLY LIKE AND INVITE THEM TO DEMONSTRATE.

Okay then.

He steps forward and kicks the door closed behind him.

"How about I just wash you myself?"

"Yeah, that works too."

#Hangster #Sereshaw #Top Gun Maverick #ficlets #Writing and wrangling woes

[hangmanbradshaw]

stolen kisses, pretty lies (on ao3)

Now on AO3.

Bradley had never expected he'd be awaiting coronation in a country he'd never stepped foot in until his 30s. Then again, there were a lot of things he'd never expected- being told he had to find a suitable spouse, a security team being necessary just to drive down the road, and Jake Seresin...he'd never expected Jake Seresin.

Jake's parents just needed him to settle down. He'd had other plans, and Bradley Bradshaw had not been on that list.

Or, Jake's a prince with a reputation for breaking hearts, Bradley just wants to marry someone he at least likes, and neither of them ever saw the other coming. AKA the How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days/Princess Diaries 2 AU inspired by Blank Space.

Yes, you read that right.

#this will be a fun one shot i said it won't be 35k i said #i don't choose the story it chooses me #anyways enjoy #starting a series of taylor swift inspired ficlets welcome to the blank space era #hangster #sereshaw #my fics #gccu

[icemav86]

It’s pushing 2am when they finally make it back to their hotel room, laughing and brushing against each other as they slide through the doorway. The room has all the telltale signs of their rush to get ready earlier in the day - toiletries strewn around the room, towels on the floor - but that will be a problem for tomorrow. 

By the time Maverick has his tuxedo coat off and draped over a chair, Ice is already rolling up his sleeves, bowtie loose around his neck. With the number of military guests at the wedding, they took the traditional route rather than wear their uniforms tonight. They may be retired, but even a retired admiral garners attention - more so in uniform, and Ice didn’t want to take any attention away from Bradley and Jake. Maverick thinks it’s a good look, one he hasn’t seen often over the years.

“You look like an old Hollywood movie star,” he says, walking toward Ice who’s standing by the window, looking out over the dark ocean.

“You’re ridiculous.” Ice laughs, low and raspy. “And who are you calling old?” His eyes light up, despite his admonishment and Maverick takes it as an invitation to slide into Ice’s space, to make room for himself between Ice and the glass pane, to wrap his arms around his partner’s neck and lean his head on Ice’s chest the way he did earlier on the dance floor. 

“They did it,” Mav murmurs into Ice’s shoulder, knowing Ice will understand what he means, reassured when Ice tightens his arms around Maverick’s waist. “I’m glad it’s like this now, for them. But do you ever wonder…?” He trails off, knowing Ice will understand this, too.

Maverick shivers when Ice kisses his temple, a long press of his lips, and thinks maybe the night isn’t quite over. “I do, sometimes,” Ice offers. “An easier path, less secrecy, less risk. But then I remind myself that we still ended up here. It’s our story, Mav, and it’s a damn good one.” 

Maverick leans up and kisses Ice in agreement, pulling back to tug at Ice’s arm and lead him to the bed where Mav plans to show Ice exactly how much he loves the life they built.

Written for this prompt: That moment after a long night where the bowtie is loose and the sleeves are rolled up

#top gun 86 #oc ficlet #icemav #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #fluff #background hangster #top gun fic

[nimuetheseawitch]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw & Carole Bradshaw Characters: Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Carole Bradshaw Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Bakery, Ficlet, Light Angst, Bittersweet, Comfort, Established Relationship, Baking, Mention of Canonical Character Death, Late Night Conversations, Baking as a Coping Mechanism, Memories, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw Needs A Hug Series: Part 3 of Baker Bradley Summary:

"Why baking?"

Jake's question drifts out into the darkness of the bedroom. It's something he'd been wondering for a while, but it had never felt like the right time to ask. He felt Bradley tense in his arms, but his boyfriend didn't try to brush it off or make excuses to leave the bed, so Jake stayed silent, giving him the space to decide how he would answer.

"My mom taught me how."

Jake sucked in a breath and immediately tried to backpedal, "You don't have to-"

Bradley tugged Jake's arms tighter around him and laced their fingers together. "I know, but I want to tell you." 

#top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #hangster #sereshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #carole bradshaw #ficlet #tg:m #my fic #baker bradley

[thebahwrites]

I saw your thing about needing a prompt....

mav finding out about Jake and Bradley's relationship?

no one look at me, I've kept these prompts for days like this, I'm needing inspo, LET'S GO!!!! mavdad + hangster

Maybe it's his own fault, really, Maverick thinks.

Because the years had gone by and he hadn't been around Bradley that much so maybe he hadn't registered the fact not only his boy was a fully grown man. But he was a fully grown man very much with a whole life of his own. He was a fully grown man, with a sex life of his own.

And really, Pete thought, standing in the doorway – he should've thought about that before walking in unannounced.

No, really, it was his own fault. For being up too early on a Sunday morning and wanting to stir up Rooster for an impromptu drive and hop. Maybe. Just maybe, you should consider he might be busy with something else, Ice would've said. Maybe you should actually spare a thought sometime, Mav.

Yeah, okay. Ice, wherever you are in heaven, this one goes to you for being always right.

But really Ice, how could have he known???

Nope. That was entirely on him, standing aside to let a shirtless Hangman walk through. The blond aviator covered in hickeys and bite marks that were still too fresh to be bruises yet, clearing his throat and clearly unsure if he should meet Maverick's eyes. Or even salute. He's all but rushing outside the door, pants barely pulled up. Red from his chest to his ears, blond hair all mussed.

Maverick really wants to say he's sorry and leave but the damage's been done, instead the man is bolting like a deer. If Bradley hadn't actually held him, he was sure Jake would've jumped right out the window.

"Uhm," Hangman clears his throat as he's all but running outside the door. "G-good morning Captain." He blurts uncharacteristically bashful before disappearing. Pete follows him with his eyes for a moment as his poor subordinate struggles to find what happens to be his bike keys and pull out the driveway in record time.

Leaving Maverick still standing in the old house's doorway with Bradley sitting on the couch, pants barely pulled up, head hanging into his hands. Silence lingers between them and Pete can't help bursting out into laughter a minute later.

"IT'S NOT FUNNY MAV!" Rooster shouts back with no real heat, clearly a desperate laugh in the back of his throat as well. It was. It was damn funny.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Maverick manages to spit out mid-laughter, one hand coming up his eyes. "I didn't know! I didn't think you would have anyone over!"

"Clearly!!!" Bradley's exasperate, no real anger but clearly in turmoil, moving to find his phone lost somewhere between the couch cushions, head shaking. And then he starts laughing as well. "So uh.... you and Hangman huh?" Pete can't help himself, smirk slipping into his mouth, closing the door behind his back.

He's answered with a flying pillow to the face.

(send me a ship and prompt for a ficlet!)

I'm sorry this might not have been what you expected but the thought was so funny to me, if u send an ask for a sequel I'll make the cute/serious part of it I JUST THOUGHT IT WAS SO FUNNY

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[thyknife]

Because now all I’m thinking about is dimples and curls:

“These,” Bradley breathes, running the index finger of each hand into the deep, mirthful grooves on either side of Jake’s jaw.

Jake is smiling, a bit flushed at the intimate attention to his face. And that’s saying a lot, being able to make Hangman blush. He’s bashful at the effect Bradley so easily has on him, and it makes the smile start to drop shyly from his features.

“No don’t,” Bradley sounds devastated when the dimples disappear.

Jake groans, threading a hand into Bradley’s mussed up brown curls and tugging.

“You’ll have to work for them,” Jake murmurs, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lover’s whiskered lip.

“Fine. I’ve got all the time in the world.”

And the implications of that statement...Jake is smiling broadly once more, against his will.

“There they are!”

Jake laughs and pulls the other man down into his chest before he can get his hands back on Jake’s face.

#hangster #rooster x hangman #hangman x rooster #top gun: maverick #ficlets

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

Bradley Bradshaw has a lot of scars, and has broken more than a few bones in his life.

He broke his leg jumping off the roof when he was seven - he'd wanted to see if he could fly.

He has a scar on his knee from when he wiped out on his bike when he was ten.

He has a long jagged scar on his cheek from when he got into a barfight in his twenties, after Maverick pulled his papers.

And he broke his right ring finger (which still can't bend normally) punching a mirror after breaking up with Jake Seresin, six months after they first met.

(...Because, like he'd told Jake, he was broken, and damaged, and Jake deserved better than that)

...And after the mission he flew with Maverick, that earned him a new scar on his neck from a crash landing from a nearly - fatal ejection...

...Jake told him not to worry, because scars were pretty sexy.

Then Bradley kissed him, and he finally felt like he was healing.

#top gun maverick #hangster ficlet #hangaroo #hangster #sereshaw #bradley bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #jake seresin #hangman seresin

[film-in-my-soul]

For the Bingo - Hangster/Epistolary, please <3

Hope you like it!

.⋆｡°✩ In a box, there lives two letters that the writers never want read. ✩°｡⋆.

There's a box tucked away high in a master bedroom closet. A thick layer of dust coats it. The contents are mostly forgotten, half-remembered maybes that the owners lose the tail end of considering while they lay in bed, wondering where on earth a certain thing has gone. Patchs, ribbons, the odd plaque, and records so heavily redacted they might as well be black pieces of paper. None of it compares to the envelopes that live inside, stamped and sealed, heavy both in lettering and intention.

They're dated the same, the cardstock indistinguishable, but within the slowly yellowing sleeves, they belong not to the writers but to the carefully pinned names that scrawl across the exteriors.

The one labeled Jake in scratchy, large script reads:

Jake,

If you're reading this, I didn't make it back. But I guess that's the whole point, huh? I mean, you'd know that. You're writing one of these too. It's stupid, right? Because you might not make it back either, and... and if you don't, a letter isn't going to make much of a difference, right? I can only hope that if I don't, you do.

I hope it's not because I took a missile with your name on it, not that I wouldn't, but because if I did, I don't think you'd like it very much, especially not if it killed me. But still, If you're reading this, I... well, I just guess I hope you're reading this.

Okay, no more of the depressing shit.

I love you. I love you, Jake. More than anything, you need to know that, and you need to carry that because it doesn't go away if I do. I love that you're shit at making the bed but can't cook a meal without at least three courses. You need to keep cooking for the both of us, even if it's just you. But don't worry about the bed. I only make it in the morning because I hear my mom's voice in the back of my head scolding me. I love the way you sing in the shower but won't when we're in the car like I don't know you're practicing your American Idol audition daily. I've had 'Don't Go Breaking My Heart' stuck in my fucking head for a week, so thanks for that. Keep the radio on, and keep singing.

God, I want to fill this paper with all the things I love about you, Jake, all the things you need to keep doing because it'll keep my love inside you, but that's too many. I'd have to cut down my own fucking tree just to try. So I'll end it with this. I love the way you fly. You're your best when you're arrogant and smug and so fucking fast that none of it matters because you earn it. You're a sixteen-ton bullet, and you hit me dead the first time I saw you in the cockpit, and it's been that way ever since. So, more than anything, don't you put yourself on the ground. It's not where you belong, even if it's where they put me when I burn in.

I'm with you up there. Every goddamn second, on your wing or in your heart.

Yours,

B

Beneath it, in much neater font, carefully spaced and done in thick black marker, the second envelope lays, titled Rooster. If someone were to look inside, they'd find the contents similar but different.

Bradley,

I bet you're reading this because I saved your ass. Good. If I'm going down, it's in a blaze of glory. It's because I was taking care of you like I promised I would. You'll be pissed about it, I'm sure, but don't be, because I'm just keeping with tradition at this point, flying circles around you and saving you when your tail's on fire. I'm happy to do it. And if I didn't. I'll bet you shot down the fucker who got me, just on principle. And that's good, too. I've always loved you best when you're all bloody knuckles and burning hot. Like it even more when it's for me and not at me.

It's probably why I never got over you because the first time I saw you, it was knocked on my ass, blood on my teeth, and your chest all puffed out, defending me like I was some fucking damsel in distress. Show'd you though, didn't I? God, we were forces to be reckoned with, huh? Surprised the Navy didn't kick us to the fucking curb. Surprised we didn't kill each other.

The sex was good, though. You were good. You always have been, even when you're more exposed nerve ending than person. But maybe, just maybe, I love you best when you're happy.

So promise me you won't rip yourself open just to keep being angry. I'll know if you do, and me and Mav'll haunt your ass until you get your shit together. You've got people you need to be happy for, even if you can't do it for yourself. Besides, I didn't spend years making you a better pilot just for you to get your wings cut doing stupid shit.

Prove that dumb kid with a shitty mustache who fucked like he fought wrong. You're more than a legacy. You're more person than pilot. You're my person. So don't piss it away because I'm not keeping you in check.

I love you. Don't put the time we spent earning it to shame.

Still too good to be true and always good enough to be yours,

Jake

Sometime later, because they call it spring cleaning, but spring is relative when it's hot and sunny year-round, the box will leave its hidden corner, the dust blown off in a cloud of cough-inducing particles, and the owners of the letters, the writers of them, will sort through its contents and trace the names that don't belong to them but to each other. They'll share a secret smile that's just a little sad, a little wistful at the almost that could have been, and make a choice to keep them because they might not have looked at the letters for a long time, long before their temples were streaked with silver, but they've never lost the words inside.

Together, they'll tuck the envelopes back into their home and return the box to its rightful place until it's time to look again and remember.

Ficlet Bingo! (Still Squares Left!)

#hangster #sereshaw #hangman/rooster #hangster ficlet #top gun maverick #top gun maverick ficlet #ficlet bingo

[cowboysandpilots]

Hello!🥰🌸✨💝🌻💐🌸✨💝🌻💐🌸 for fic request; this lyrics for Hangman/Rooster ship, thank you!! :3

(Another hangster song🤭💗)

Jake never planned on falling for Rooster, especially since he was convinced that the man hated him like everyone else did. He was fine with that; really, he was better by himself anyway. He couldn't ignore it, though, that feeling in his chest when Rooster was near. It was like some cosmic joke that he would have feelings for someone he could never have. Jake would never admit it, not until he had to.

The time for Jake to admit his feelings might come too late. He hadn't been picked for the mission, and so he's doing his least favourite thing in the world, sitting on the sidelines. That is, until he hears those words come over the comms, "Dagger two is down," and his heart clenches. The yelling of Rooster's name is stuck in his throat, and the talking of his superiors is blocked out because he's already launching into the air despite everyone's protests.

He can feel his fear all the way down to his bones. The fear that Bradley is dead and he'll never get to see him again. The fear that he'll have to attend yet another military funeral. This one will hurt so much more; he's sure of it. He won't be able to hide his tears under sunglasses for this one, and for a split second, he hates Maverick for making them do this. For picking Bradley instead of him, not out of jealousy, but because if someone was going to die, it should be him. The fear only subsides when he sees that hunk of junk the two men are piloting around in, and Jake's relief and happiness still comes through in his cocky, 'I'm here to save you bit'.

Once they're safely back on the ground, Jake decides to try something new by doing what he's always done. Throwing caution to the wind. Doing without thinking. He jumps out of his plane and watches Bradley do the same, going straight up to him. He can see the way the older man is almost already rolling his eyes, waiting for whatever asshole thing Jake is about to say, but he doesn't because Jake doesn't. Instead, he pulls Bradley in by his flight suit and kisses him hard and desperate.

The crowd around them falls silent, but Jake barely notices because his heartbeat is pounding in his ears, and Bradley is kissing him back. The kiss is filled with all the fear and love that Jake had been trying and failing to hold back. All the feelings that had been weighing on his soul. He feels like a much lighter version of himself as he pulls away, and he makes a promise to himself, and later in private, to Bradley, that he's going to hold on to the other man and never let him go, not even if another plane goes down. Not even if one of them ends up being just a breeze through the other's hair on a cool day. — ✨REQUEST A COMMISSION✨

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[fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur]

Nightmare

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Jake "Hangman" Seresin

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: Teen and Up Audiences

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When the darkest fears take over and hideous nightmares tear apart his dreams, Jake hungers for Bradley’s touch, his lips chase his lover’s pants, hands roaming over hot, throbbing skin, holding Bradley close, and never close enough.

But when Bradley sees through him, through his silences and restlessness, Jake can only whisper against his lips, desperate: “Please, just remind me you’re alive”.

And Bradley hugs him tight, running his fingers through blonde hair, soft ‘I love you’ and ‘I’m here’ murmured in Jake’s ear, until his warmth and his love lull Jake back to sleep, until the sun rises again.

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Written for the @topgunficletsnotnovelsexchange (Thanks again Chloe, this was so much fun! 💕 And thanks to those who participated, i adore every drabble! Lots of amazing authors ✨)

𝐅𝐨𝐫 @cristinuke : Hope you enjoy! 💕 I loved your prompts!

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[tgmsunmontue]

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"What do you mean what am I doing here?! I'm on holiday, you following me?" Hangman asks, lips quirking and eyes flashing with challenge and Bradley's hackles rise.

"No. The last thing I want while on holiday myself is you being there..." Bradley mutters. "I don't need you around reminding me about work."

"Hope work isn't the only thing I remind you of."

Of course he's going to refer to their ill-advised... liaison that happened within hours of the mission ending. He's been bruised, broken and concussed but so glad to be alive he'd just...

Gone along with Jake Seresin dropping to his knees and blowing him.

Then given him a hand job in return.

And then they'd gone back to their standard barely-civil interactions, although he'd maybe started realising that some of those interactions were heavily charged with something... different.

And now here he is in Hawaii, as far away as he thought he could get, and Hangman is here. He takes a sip of his cocktail and wonders if he could find a different hotel.

"You interested in a holiday fling Rooster?"

He looks up and finds Hangman's eyes on him, gaze so heavy Bradley thinks he's imagining the weight of it, almost a physical caress on his skin and he tracks Hangman's tongue as he licks his lips.

"Yeah. Why not."

#Hangster #Sereshaw #quick and dirty ficlet