long lingering glances

she/her. no real idea what to do with tumblr. sometimes I write things.

[topgunhappilyeverafter]

i put a spell on you and now you're mine

By: @halestrom | halestrom

For: @magdarko | magdarko

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

Rating: G

Word count: 14,992

Summary: After a miscommunication, Rooster is cursed and it turns out that Jake is the only one who can figure out what he is trying to say. The sudden proximity forces Hangman to view Rooster in a new light and changes the shape of their relationship forever.

COLLECTION

[iprefervillains]

I just realized I never really made a proper post for my Top Gun Endless Summer fic. So here it is:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: And now I'm just somebody you ghost

Summary: Jake thought he had finally found his prince charming when he met Bradley at Callie's wedding. Too bad that after four fantastic dates full of cheeky banter and exchanging what felt like thousands of texts, Bradley suddenly stopped responding to Jake's messages on Wednesday. Needless to say that Jake didn't take it well.

For the prompt: "I've been dreaming about you all my life, but now I've met you and I've woken up to my worst nightmare."

Go check it out! It has all those rom-com vibes you are looking for. Happy ending guaranteed. 😊

[mxrcusflint]

4 and 6!! 12 for always worth a damn

4 ⧽. is there an au or trope that you haven’t written before, but would want to try?

I've never done a fake dating trope! And it seems very fun, I just always get stuck on the "well, why do they need to fake it" part and overthink myself to death haha. but that's a fun one, a tried and true fandom classic.

6 ⧽. if you were to write a part two/sequel to a fic, what fic would you want to write it for?

oo great question. And it's Sweetheart in the Spring, which has about 20 more years of their lives that I know deeply and their careers playing out without a bonding bite and just also many, many spent heats and ruts together.. yeah I miss 'em the most there!

12 ⧽. what’s a song or two you associate with always worth a damn to me?

you will be shocked to hear New Song by Maggie Rogers is on this list, but also Full machine by Gracie Abrams!

[mxrcusflint]

2025 AO3 Roundup ✍️

By the Numbers:

Fics Posted: 20

Word Count: 347,283

Fandoms: 2

Most hits: Sweetheart in the Spring (hangster childhood best friend to lovers omegaverse au)

Most comments: some great stadium (hangster nfl au, my beloved)

Most bookmarks: To Just Know (some canon secret relationship reveal)

Most kudos: also To Just Know

Most used additional tags: established relationship, light angst, mutual pining (this tracks)

Most used rating: Explicit

Author's Corner: Whatever the author wants to talk about

Most listened to song while writing: New Song by Maggie Rogers and Nettles by Ethel Cain! that's where the light angst and pining comes in lol

Three words to describe your fics this year: self-indulgent, contemplative, deeply-down-bad

Favorite by fandom: too soon to say (better behave) and then An End to the Cruel Years (Drone AU)

Most underrated: At the Water's Edge and dare I say swimmers au

Silliest: Mind over Matter chat fics had me for a bit there

Most comments that made me go 💞: absolutely Drone AU and Four Letter Game; i'm really really behind responding but this year has been pretty tough for a lot of reasons, and the comments were such a bright spot

Inspired by true events: some great stadium nfl au lore was that I was on tiktok haha-ing at Josh Allen and Stefon Diggs edits and then meme'd myself into an actual plot which happens more often than you think

the last thing I'll add is that writing is such a labor of love – to reflect on this is like wow! look at all of these ideas and pieces of myself I put into things just for the thrill and fun of it! sharing fic rn feels tough for a variety of reasons but so grateful for the small community here

tagged by: @exhuastedpigeon and @hangmanbradshaw, ty friends!

no pressure tagging: @intrepidjourneys @halestrom @roosterseresin @pissmotif @tornadeoqueen @magdarko @tonguesofliars

[animentality]

[fratricideation]

"refusal to mourn", andrea cohen.

[ghostboyravenight-deactivated20]

I’m just saying if Daniel Radcliffe, the literal protagonist of the Harry Potter franchise since the age of ten years old, was able to disavow JK Rowling and move on from the HP universe then actually what the fuck is anyone else’s excuse. There is no one else on the planet who can say their entire childhood was HP more than that guy and he still cared about trans people more than the average tumblr user who says “we’re protesting by making all her characters queer and trans!!” like you can do better. You should do better.

[ravencharm]

75% of writing is convincing yourself that your story is worth it

[windwardstar]

It is. In case you were wondering. Your story is worth the effort you are putting into it. It’s an amazing thing because you are writing it.

[shealwaysreads]

Imprint

hangster | E | 853 words | kinktober, biting kink, possessive sex

Summary: Bradley could share his toys well enough now. But his people? Not so much.

Read on Ao3

Bradley had never been good at sharing when he was a kid. Not his toys, not his attention. What he loved, he loved, and he didn't want anyone else to take it. One time, his mom told him about how he'd eaten a drawing Mav had done for him—just a little doodle—because he'd loved it so much. 

He'd grown out of it, mostly. Bradley could share his toys well enough now. But his people? Not so much. He'd spent so long alone, that now he had people back in his life—something like family. And he had Jake, now, too. He was something else entirely.

Jake was the same, thankfully, though he had different motivation for it than Bradley. That didn't matter though; what mattered is that Jake understood. He got it. He liked to have his hand on Bradley when they were in the bar, or a club, or walking down the street, and he liked it when Bradley returned the favor.

Sometimes a hand on Jake's waist as they stood in the bar wasn't enough though. Sometimes Bradley had to take him home. 

Sometimes he had to leave a mark.

He had Jake pressed down into the mattress, naked and hot, panting against Bradley's mouth. Bradley loved it like this; when they had all night but rushed anyway. Feeling the way Jake was impatient for it just like Bradley was, feeling how greedy Jake was for it. For Bradley. For the two of them. Tangled. Together. 

Their cocks were hard and dragged against each other in the hot press of their bodies, the catch of crisp public hair, and the jut of hip bones.

Bradley sucked on Jake's bottom lip, usually thin but plumped and swollen with kisses. Jake threaded his fingers through Bradley's hair and tugged, smirking, knowing the way it made Bradley's cock jump. It was the knowing, almost as much as the physical sensation, that made Bradley's gut coil with heat and tension. Jake knew him. Knew the hesitation, and the courage. Knew the grief and the glory. Knew how he slept and how he fucked. Knew it, and wanted all of it anyway.

"C'mon," Jake murmured right against Bradley's lips, breath warm and voice low.

Bradley rolled his hips in a dirty grind, breathed in Jake's moan, and lowered his head to lick along the stubbled line of Jake's jaw. He kissed just under it, at the vulnerable softness of Jake's throat—pulse racing strong—and along the stretch of tendon from neck to shoulder. 

Jake gripped at his hips, pulling him closer and riding up against him, then tilted his head to the side. An invitation. A knowing welcome. Bradley nosed along the the strong line of Jake's trapezius, dragged his tongue along the same path. Then he set his teeth, and bit down, hard. 

Beneath him Jake gasped at the pain, but it turned into a rough groan halfway through and his cock was still hard and wet against Bradley's. Jake understood. He didn't like sharing either; he knew what it was to hold precious things close. 

Bradley wanted Jake so close he could hold him with his teeth. And Jake let him, gladly.

Slowly, Bradley relaxed his jaw. He licked and kissed over the imprint of his teeth already blooming pink-red-blue on Jake's skin. He breathed over it, cooling his own spit and soothing the ache a little. Jake's hands were still in Bradley's hair, a tight grip, and he directed Bradley's head down to his chest.

"Again," Jake demanded, quiet but sure. "B, again."

Bradley closed his eyes against the rush of heat Jake's simple words lit inside of him. He was being asked to be what he used to think was his worst self. The universe must have been smiling when it made Jake, of all people, the one who would take every bit of Bradley—best to worst—and find a place for every piece, to match each edge.

Jake's fingers tightened in his hair, a warning not to go too slow, so Bradley sucked at his nipple in retaliation. Jake wrapped his legs around Bradley's waist in return, shifting the angle of their hips and dragging Bradley so close. He never failed to respond to Bradley, always met him, pushed him, pulled him.

Bradley panted, ground down, and took the meat of Jake's pec into his mouth. He brought his teeth down slowly, so he could savor it; clenching his jaw enough to make Jake's skin go hot against his tongue, but not enough to break through. His balls were already high and tight; he was surprised every time that he got to have this, it always cut through his defenses.

It wasn't always like this. It usually wasn't. But some nights Bradley just wanted to leave a mark. Needed to. He had to imprint himself onto Jake, not just with touch and come and spit and sweat. He needed to make visible the way he was hungry for every bit of him. Had to take this precious thing between his teeth. 

What he loved, he loved.

Read on Ao3

23rd October prompts from this list 🖤

Read the series here on Tumblr or here on Ao3 🖤

Consider this a little partner fic to My Baby ❤️

[magdarko]

oh i am here for the enticingly named doppelgänger fic! @mxrcusflint a work and a bitch 💗

Hi, Erin! Hopefully you will like this if it ever gets finished.

But! I have rambled and brain dumped in my doc so I've at least made a beginning. Looking forward to excavating some fun character stuff for the eminently whumpable Bradley Bradshaw. As for the bitching, it is very early in the game to worry that this will turn out too much like my Goblin Market fic but I am nevertheless worrying about it already xD

Thank you for the ask!

[magdarko]

Oh you’ve curated a very enticing list but I think I must make you work and bitch on wtf is up with Bradley pt 2

Hi, Julia!

I have accordingly worked but alas, nothing that I can show you because it's all rambly brain dumping but I do therefore have plenty to bitch about. I have two wolves inside me: one wants meaty character-driven plot and the other just wants to write smut (and is also much better exercised and I fear it may win, lol).

That aside this may be the fic that gets me to start planning things, ugh.

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s coffin heart? bury me.

[text id: memory is a deathbed. remembrance is a grave. the memory of you is a scab that i keep picking so that it scars. a burn. a souvenir. something to claw at that claws back at me. / i refuse to be haunted by something less.]

[magdarko]

WIP Wednesday (or Thursday, or something)

Tagged by the endlessly wonderful @intrepidjourneys and @mxrcusflint; thank you!

Current WIPs, or at least the ones in the rotation atm:

Doppelganger fic, aka Holy Shit What's Happened to Bradley, Take Two

Post mission exes to lovers

Very misleadingly named orgasm denial PWP in which no orgasms are actually denied

✨WIP Wednesday Theme✨ is... Work, Bitch

Send a WIP title (if desired) and the following...

Work: Work on the WIP, then share something or tell us about what you worked on! Bitch: Complain about the WIP. You know you want to.

Open tags because my brain is soft tonight but please jump on if you see this 💖

[magdarko]

late to this so no expectation that you're still doing these but! if you so wish:

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

For you, dear Erin, of course 🥰

I'd happily sacrifice a wisdom tooth to be able to write Mav convincingly. I have a couple of WIPs that have been languishing for years, multiple, because I can't worm my way inside his head. Some day!

All of them atp =/ but I did have this kernel of an idea about Bradley struggling with something during a training and Jake calling him from a very far off timezone to heckle him into acing whatever it is. The sheer amount of research I would need to do means this never went beyond an idea, but who knows?

[cristalplanetheart]

[bogleech]

I love contemplating how actually scary this is. Nothing in horror movies affects me anymore but I get the most wonderful chills from the idea of these beautiful, haunting, mindless things just hovering in this murky water like a minefield for anyone foolish enough to go swimming or unlucky enough to fall in. How it’s still not as bad as being a fish small enough for them to paralyze and consume. How they regularly paralyze and consume fish but evolved before anything like a fish ever existed. A fish is such a complex creature that can see and think and navigate and be afraid but sometimes it touches these brainless, boneless, ghostly things that were just already there, millions of years sooner, and it dies and it never understands why that is. The thing that killed it and ate it doesn’t know either, it doesn’t know anything. It doesn’t have enough of a brain to even realize it has killed and eaten something. Some of its cells simply fired little harpoons into the cells of the other thing, and squirted deadly chemicals into them, and hauled up the paralyzed body to digest it. It’s a spider’s web without a spider but it still fills things with venom and eats them. :)

[magdarko]

Magda!!

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work?

📥 I'm going to cheat with this one because 'like a box if chocolates' is actually a ficlet collection! I'm always excited to see what tropes and ideas have caught people's attention and what they thought of where I took them. I've got the loveliest most interesting comments on them (many, many of which I am yet to reply to [sorry, Molly!!!] 🙈).

💭 that Jake in 'you take what you get and you turn it into honesty' has no idea how snarled up and complicated and deep Bradley's feelings for him are. A few months after the mission, he's going to find himself needing a lot of emotional support after a tough deployment and he'll be utterly shocked by the way Bradley steps up 🥰

[awriterfaraway]

Abandoning or ignoring your passion is a form of slow suicide.