#hangman seresin headcanons

[outalongtheedges]

Rooster/Maverick: I’m the way I am because my dad died when I was young.

Hangman/Iceman: I’m the way I am because my dad didn’t die when I was young.

Masterlist

[ilovekittycats2]

High Maintenance

Jake Seresin x reader

(use of y/n)

In which,

Hangman keeps breaking his jet, and you’re not sure if fixing it or dealing with him is more exhausting

or,

one act of recklessness makes you realise that there may be more to Jake Seresin than meets the eye.

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Jake “Hangman” Seresin was good at a lot of things—flying jets, making cocky comebacks, and driving people absolutely insane. Unfortunately for you, as the Navy’s top mechanic, his messes always landed squarely on your plate. “You fly like you’re trying to piss me off, Seresin,” you snapped, tossing a grease-streaked rag onto the workbench. 

Hangman leaned against the side of his F/A-18 with his signature smirk. “I fly like I’m the best, sweetheart. It’s not my fault if your tools can’t keep up.” Sweetheart. That nickname alone was enough to make your blood boil. “If you’re the best, why do you spend so much time breaking your jet?” His grin widened. “Because I know you’ll fix it.”

This was your dynamic—a constant battle of wits with an undercurrent of tension neither of you acknowledged. Hangman was insufferable, arrogant, and way too charming for his own good. Worse, you hated how your pulse raced when he leaned a little too close or shot you that lopsided grin. 

Keep it together, Y/n.

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The call came through like a punch to the gut: Jake Seresin’s bird was in trouble. You’d been elbow-deep in another jet’s maintenance when the commotion started, and the urgency in the tower’s tone made your stomach knot. Hangman might have been the cockiest pilot in the squadron, but he was still one of yours—and whether you admitted it or not, that mattered.

You ran to the runway just as his F/A-18 skidded to a stop in a haze of smoke and screeching metal. The landing gear barely held, and the right engine let out a sickening hiss as flames licked at the exhaust. When the canopy opened, Jake climbed out slower than usual, his movements careful, deliberate. For the first time, he looked... human.

“You okay?” you barked as you closed the distance between you.

He nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Engine failure. It cut out at altitude, but I managed to bring her in.” His voice was steady, but his hands betrayed him, trembling ever so slightly.

You studied him for a beat longer than necessary, searching for any cracks in the façade. His usual bravado was gone, replaced by something raw and unguarded. “Let me worry about your jet,” you said, pulling your gaze away. “Just... don’t touch anything.”

The hours that followed were grueling. You stayed on your feet, wrench in hand, sweat dripping down your temple as you fought to diagnose the failure. Jake didn’t leave, hovering just outside your workspace like a restless ghost. He wasn’t offering quips or trying to charm his way into a response this time; he was just there, quiet and watchful.

“Why are you still here?” you asked finally, not looking up from the engine bay.

He hesitated, and when he spoke, his voice was softer than you’d ever heard it. “Didn’t feel right leaving her—and you—like this.” The confession made you pause. For a moment, you just stared at the mess of wires and metal in front of you, trying to ignore the strange warmth curling in your chest. “Well,” you said, trying to keep your tone even, “if you’re staying, make yourself useful. Hand me the wrench.”

To your surprise, he did.

When the jet finally roared back to life in the early hours of the morning, you stepped back, exhaustion tugging at every muscle. Jake, who had barely moved from his spot all night, let out a breath of relief that mirrored your own. “Thanks for saving my ass,” he said, and this time, there wasn’t an ounce of sarcasm in his tone.

You turned to him, wiping grease off your hands onto a rag. “Don’t get used to it,” you said, but the sharp edge in your voice was missing.

Jake smiled—small, tentative, and not at all like the cocky grins he usually threw your way. As he walked off into the dawn light, you found yourself watching him longer than you should have, wondering what it meant that Jake Seresin, for once, wasn’t acting like Jake Seresin.

And why it made your chest feel so strange.

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hey guysssss once again sorry this is bad but i really wanted to write so idk....... lmk if you want a part 2 and send reqs!!!! pls!!!

[topgunruinedme]

Viper: I don’t know why you have an issue with this. Ice was happy to comply.

Mav: So, what? Now I’m just supposed to do anything that Ice does? I mean, what if he jumped off a cliff?

Viper: If Ice were to jump off a cliff, he would’ve done his due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry. So yes, if you see Ice jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff.

Mav growling in frustration: You jump off a cliff!

Viper: Gladly. Provided Ice does first.

inspired by my mutral.

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

Imagine Rooster and Hangman fighting about their past relationship during the Dagger mission training.

And Hangman tells Rooster, “…you were everything to me, and you threw me away like I meant nothing to you. But don’t worry - it’s all mutual now.”

And Hangman walks away and Rooster just stares after him…because he has no idea how to say the two words he knows he should say.

I’m sorry.

[military-newsboys]

Mav: My fetish is saying some incredibly stupid shit and watching Ice speedrun the five stages of grief as he realizes with horror that he still wants to fuck me.

[xihe1874]

I've been reading a lot of AMAZING fics where Ice had lived and monitored the whole uranium mission. They are so heart-breaking in the best way that Ice had to endure astronomical hardships of sending his husband and his adopted son to a suicide mission and listening to their mutual saving. It must have been so devastating for him.

I LOVE how those authors managed to depict such deep feelings. It only made the happy ending more touching.

Then I can't help but think of the fourth person in this event–Hangman. His reaction would definitely be very interesting given his complicated personality and even more complicated relationship with Bradley.

So here is my headcanon:

After debriefing, Admiral Kazansky wanted to have a private talk with Hangman.

The young pilot stood in the Admiral's office in an obviously defiant manner and didn't salute.

"You saved the day. But I hope you learnt something from the mission. I hope you learnt that you should never leave your wingman."

Hangman just sneered angrily.

"The pot calling the kettle black, sir. Remember how you refused to let me save them?"

To save Mav and Bradley. If he was late for even one second... No. He would not think about that.

"You just let them be. Heard that Mav was your wingman for a while? That's really some cold-hearted shit, sir. And now you are telling me not to leave my wingman?"

He would probably be court-martialled by saying to a four-star admiral like that, but he didn't care.

The Admiral just stared at him deeply.

Several minutes later, he began to talk.

He talked about two pilots–best of the best–started as rival and became wingmen, best friends, then life-long lovers.

He talked about pulling papers of one particular brown-eyed young man begged by a dying mother, and how painful it was for his dads.

He talked about long-drawn-out estrangement within a family and the bitter reunion.

He talked about guilt, debt, tears, responsibility, sacrifice, and love.

Hangman just listened, totally at a loss for words.

Oh my goodness. That's his husband and his son. He could only think about this over and over.

He walked out of the Admiral's office that day like he had been born again.

He surely learnt so many things.

[beezelarts]

I recently learned what “tapping out” is.

For those who don’t know (I’m not an expert by any means though): after graduating, the graduates have to wait standing at attention until a family member touches them. I’m pretty sure it’s more of a thing in the Air Force because I haven’t found anything on the internet indicating that it’s also done in the Navy.

But imagine if it was!!! Imagine our baby pilots having to wait after graduating from the academy for their loved ones to come and tap them out.

I’m pretty sure that Bradley didn’t go to the academy but the rest of them?

Just imagine Jake standing there knowing no one’s going to be there for him (family either dead or estranged) and then Javy comes up to him after being tapped out by his family and hugs him. Imagine that this is the moment they went from casual bunk mates to best friends.

[luxu1230]

In which everyone learns Hangman is much more like Maverick than they thought trauma responses too.

So one day after the suicide mission and the daggers are now a permanent squadron due to Ice Mav decides to do a plane swap so the single seaters get the opportunity to feel what it's like to have someone behind them.

However Hangman refuses to, even going as far to sit on the floor. The others make fun of him (except Coyote and Mav) but Mav is the first to realise how pale and short of breath Hangman seems to be and is even sure he sees him trembling slightly.

So to get him out he tells Hangman how he needs him to drop off some paperwork to his husband and how he can stay with Ice Incase he needs any help.

It isn't until he ran out the door the others realised something was truly wrong. It's not until later that Coyote tell them why.

(It took Hangman nearly two minutes in Ice office before he broke down and Ice realises that this kid acts like Maverick when he was younger and his heart breaks when he realises that this comes from a trauma shared between them. Though why was this never in his file).

Coyote later explains to them the reason Hangman won't fly with a backseater and it explains the relationship between those two.

It turns out Coyote knew Hangman from before he joined top gun. That it turned out that Coyote's older brother was Hangman's backseater and how a flying exercise turned into the death of one person and the mental trauma of another.

How hangman has sworn off having a backseater and tries to do everything solo.

It leaves everyone in shock and questioning if the rumours about hangman were ever true.

One knew he needed to apologise asap and another knew he was going to keep a tighter eye on hangman.

No one was surprised the next morning when they walked into the base only to see hangman stuck in between Mav and Rooster hugging him with the most confused look on his face.

[montessori-grad]

As a fandom we do not utilize the fact Glen Powell is Polish enough since we’ve collectively decided that Ice is Polish. Here are my headcanons.

-Ice and Jake speaking Polish so they can talk shit about other people. Mostly Mav who tried to learn Polish when he and Ice started dating but failed.

-When Jake misses his family, (Glen says that he has good parents so I’m going to give him good parents.) Ice makes him come over for dinner where he makes traditional food.

-Or an alternative to the first is; while Jake was first crushing on Bradley he’d talk to his sister in Polish but Bradley knew what he was saying since Ice taught him. Bradley didn’t tell him and Jake found out two months into their relationship because Ice told him to do something in Polish and Bradley had to pick if he was more scared of an angry Jake or an angry Ice. (Ice is obviously a scarier option.)

-Jake is really into Eurovision and was absolutely livid when Jan wasn’t picked. (Because so was I.)

-Jake can handle his alcohol.

-He’s a terrible cook because the majority of Polish men do not cook.

-He played soccer as a kid and didn’t do any real work during the World Cup because Poland made it farther than usual and he was too invested.

-He loves pickles so much but forces Bradley to buy the expensive ones. (If you’re a pickle fan in America, I absolutely recommend Bubbies fyi.)

-He watched the movie Fanfik on Netflix and cried. (Super good, cheesy movie about a trans Polish teen and his partner. 10/10 I recommend.)

-Carol was also Polish so Bradley has some traditions he keeps going from her that Jake was really happy to participate in.

[lulunothulu]

Rooster x Hangman Headcanon

Things I think Rooster would love/be like:

SUNDRESSES, specifically the twirly ones. You know the one that you can twirl in and it circles you like a princess.

Obv. KISSES. But I mean that deep and meaningful one. The one where you feel like you’ll never see him again so you gotta kiss him.

DEFINITELY LIKES BEING A DOM. He likes to dominate you in bed BUT he also loves seeing you in control and telling him what you want.

Speaking of sex, he likes to base it off of what happened that day. So if it was a hard one, well… hold on tight buttercup. But if it was a decent one, he’d take his time with you, sugar.

PDA. You cannot tell me that man won’t have his hands all over you. He’d be so affectionate it’ll make everyone gag 😂

When he’s seen you’ve had an especially hard day at work, he’d do anything he can to make you smile. Even if he’s had a shitty day himself.

YOU ARE HIS TOP PRIORITY. If you’re not happy, he’s not happy.

Omg when you guys get engaged, he’d be so involved. He’d hate for you to do everything alone.

Newly married Bradley is a horny mf. I’m talking sex EVERYWHERE on EVERYTHING.

After being together for a while he’d find ways to keep you on your toes. (Fun dates, random water gun fights {yes I wrote that scene}, etc.)

Things I think Hangman would love/do:

I think he’d also like sundresses (simply bc he knows what you’ve got going on under) BUT I really think he’d like you in sweats. Why? BECAUSE YOU CONDITIONED HIM TO THINK YOU HAVE THE FANCY LINGERIE UNDERNEATH {yes, I’ve written it} 

I feel like he would love it that you call him cute pet names but he’d love it even more if you called him by y’all’s last name bc he knows he’s getting in trouble. Hangman is reserved for special occasions 😏

Which leads me to this: HE LOVES BEING DOMMED. There’s something about seeing you boss him around that makes his heart rate go absolutely crazy.

Sex is always a wildcard with him. Mainly because he likes switching it up from role play, to passionate, to getting into an argument with you just to have make up sex 😂 I also feel like he would like period sex. 

Like Bradley, he LOVES PDA. And I mean LOVES it. If there’s a chance he can touch you, he’s taking it. Kisses? Fuck yeah, on your shoulder, hand, lips… wherever he can get them.

I feel like he would be so observant of you. Just like how Bradley tries to make your day better by helping, Jake would absolutely do the same. You just started your period? “Let me get you all your favorite things and a heating pad.” Stuff like that.

Newly married Jake… horn-dog x5. You wanted some personal space? Too bad he’s gonna be in your bubble. He just wants to be near you 24/7

This man is C L I N G Y. He will not leave your side.

Once you’ve been married for a while I feel like he’d be like Bradley, keeping you on your toes, BUT I feel like Jake would love the “old married couple” vibe you two have going on. Like constant playing around (also play fighting) and you flashing him that “imma kill you” look because he know it means you still love him but also gets him horny af 😂

[romcomxdd]

Hc that Jake absolutely wolfs down his dinner like it's his last meal on earth. He absolutely devours it within minutes, whereas Bradley takes his time with it.

Ice probably drilled the 'chew your food 20 times before swallowing' thing into him as a kid and for some reason it stuck.

Bradley has tried to slow Jake down over and over again, but to no avail. So when Jake inevitably gets the hiccups after eating, he gets very pointed looks from Bradley.

[the-ace-with-spades]

Jake secretly finds the mustache and the Hawaiian shirt and vintage jeans hot af, he's just never going to admit it because his own dad also has a mustache and he feels really weirded out about this

And Bradley (slightly less) secretly finds the whole cowboy hat, leather boots, flannel shirts and huge belt buckle getup hot, maybe even the hottest Jake can look

[ilovekittycats2]

Please, please, please, I would LOVE to read a part 2 to High Maintenance!!!! It's so great and they are so sweet together!!!!! And your writing is so fantastic!!!!! Thank you for sharing it with us!!!!

omg thank you guys so much for the love on these blurbs!! they are so fun to make lol... thank you for the req anon!

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Lingering

Jake Seresin x reader

this is a part 2 of High Maintenance

(use of y/n)

In which,

Hangman seems to linger after the close call.

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Jake “Hangman” Seresin wasn’t the type to linger. He preferred quick victories and clean exits, leaving no room for complication or doubt. But ever since that close call—the one where his F/A-18 limped back to base on sheer skill and sheer luck—lingering seemed to be his new pastime.

It started innocently enough. He spent more time in the hangar, leaning against workbenches and “supervising” as you poured over engine diagnostics and maintenance logs. At first, you assumed it was part of his usual act—a chance to annoy you or crack a few smug jokes at your expense. But the jokes were softer now, and the sharp edge to his cockiness seemed dulled.

“You know,” he said one afternoon, watching you disassemble a faulty compressor, “I’ve never seen anyone care about these jets the way you do.” You snorted, not looking up. “Because I have to fix them when you break them.”

Jake didn’t take the bait, which was unusual. Instead, he stayed quiet for a beat too long, his gaze steady. When you glanced at him, his expression wasn’t his usual smirk—it was something softer, something almost vulnerable.

Moments like that kept piling up, until it became impossible to ignore the shift between you. The banter was still there, but the sting had faded. In its place was something warmer, more cautious, as if both of you were testing the waters of this unfamiliar dynamic.

The rest of the squadron noticed the change before you were ready to admit it yourself. Fred, one of the older mechanics, caught on first. One morning, Jake brought you coffee—a gesture so out of character it felt like the world had tilted on its axis. Fred raised an eyebrow as Jake set the cup on your workbench with a casual, “Thought you could use this.” Jake's eyes lingered on your own for a moment too long. The tension between the two of you was palpable. You dipped your head towards Jake and flashed him a small smile. Jake turned to leave. “Didn’t know pilots were running coffee deliveries now,” Fred teased once Jake had sauntered off.

You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks betrayed you, flushing under the scrutiny. “He’s just trying to make sure I don’t sabotage his jet,” you said, more to convince yourself than Fred. But Fred wasn’t the only one who noticed. The other pilots started making comments too, especially after Jake began volunteering to test flights for the jets you worked on. “Looks like Seresin’s got himself a favorite mechanic,” one of them joked after Jake had gone out of his way to defend you in a briefing.

“Guess he knows quality work when he sees it,” you shot back, refusing to rise to the bait. But inside, you couldn’t shake the warmth that lingered whenever Jake’s loyalty came into question—and he always answered without hesitation.

It wasn’t just his presence that changed. Jake, the squadron’s golden boy, was no longer the untouchable, unflappable pilot everyone thought they knew. One night, long after everyone else had left, he found you still working in the hangar. You barely registered his arrival until he set a container of food on the workbench.

“You’ve been here for hours,” he said simply, pulling up a stool. “And yet, the work isn’t done,” you replied without looking up. “Take a break, sweetheart,” he said, but the nickname lacked its usual bite. You sighed, finally putting down your tools. “Why are you still here, Jake?” He hesitated, his usual confidence faltering. “Didn’t feel right leaving.”

Something in his tone made you look at him more closely. He wasn’t smirking. His shoulders were tense, his eyes uncharacteristically serious. “What’s really going on?” you asked, softening.

Jake exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. “I haven’t slept much since... that day,” he admitted. “I keep thinking about what could’ve happened. What I could’ve lost.”

The words hung between you, heavy with unspoken meaning. For a moment, the only sound was the faint hum of the hangar lights. “You’re not the only one who’s lost sleep,” you admitted, surprising even yourself. Jake’s gaze snapped to yours, his usual bravado replaced by something raw and unguarded. “I trust you,” he said quietly, his voice steady despite the vulnerability in his eyes. “With my life. And I don’t take that lightly.”

Your heart stuttered at the sincerity in his tone. “I’m just doing my job,” you replied, but the words felt hollow even as you said them. Jake leaned forward, closing the distance between you just enough to make your pulse race. “It’s more than that,” he said. “You know it is.” 

The weight of Jake’s words stayed with you, echoing in your mind even after the hangar fell silent. The hum of the lights, the smell of grease, the faint clatter of tools—it was all familiar, grounding. But nothing could steady the way your chest tightened when you thought of him.

Jake Seresin wasn’t supposed to be this complicated. He was a pilot, the kind that walked into a room with swagger and left it with everyone’s attention. He was insufferable, arrogant, too charming for his own good. And yet, the Jake who lingered in the shadows of the hangar, who brought coffee and stayed late, who admitted to fear and trust in the same breath—that Jake was unraveling everything you thought you knew.

In the days that followed, his presence became a constant. If you were working on a jet, Jake wasn’t far behind. He didn’t make excuses anymore. When you asked why he was there, he’d shrug and say, “Just keeping an eye on my girl,” though you weren’t sure if he meant the jet or you.

One afternoon, as you were tightening bolts on a stabilizer, Jake leaned against the fuselage, watching you with a thoughtful expression. “You ever think about flying?” he asked suddenly.

The question caught you off guard. “What?” Your eyes met his. “Flying,” he repeated. “Getting up there. Seeing what it’s like.” You hesitated, wiping your hands on a grease-streaked rag. “I’ve thought about it,” you admitted, the words coming slower than you expected. “But fixing these birds makes sense to me. Flying them... I don’t know. It feels like a different world.”

Jake tilted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You’d be good at it,” he said, his voice softer than usual. The compliment shouldn’t have meant so much, but it did. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you turned back to your work, trying to ignore the way his words made your chest ache.

“What about you?” you asked, trying to shift the focus. “Why’d you start flying?” Jake was quiet for a moment, his usual bravado giving way to something deeper. “Because it’s the one place I feel like I’m in control,” he said finally. “Up there, it’s just me and the jet. No one to answer to, no expectations. Just... freedom.”

The honesty in his voice took you by surprise. You paused, glancing at him. For the first time, Jake didn’t look like the cocky pilot who never missed an opportunity to drive you crazy. He looked human—vulnerable in a way that made your heart twist.

“Well,” you said, breaking the moment before it could grow too heavy, “if you’re so free up there, maybe stop breaking your jet so I can get a break down here.” Jake laughed, the sound lighter than you’d heard in weeks. “Fair enough,” he said, the smirk tugging at his lips again. But this time, it wasn’t mocking or arrogant. It was warm, genuine—like he was letting you in on some private joke.

The lines between you and Jake were blurring in ways you weren’t sure you could handle. Every moment spent together felt like stepping closer to an edge, the tension between you building like the charge before a storm. And yet, for the first time, you weren’t sure if you wanted to pull back. Because the Jake Seresin standing in front of you wasn’t the insufferable pilot you’d known. He was something else entirely.

And maybe—just maybe—you wanted to find out what that meant.

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once again thank you for the love!! i cant tell if i like this blurb or not but lmk! send reqs love u

[mapetitefeedeslilas]

Phoenix and Hangman as Friends-In-Law

AU where Phoenix is with Javy and Jake with Bradley. Phoenix still pretends she doesn't like Jake that much and only deals with him on accounts of being her best friend's husband and her husband's best friend. They are not friends, only friends-in-law.

Both Coyote and Rooster have retired from active duty and have civilian jobs for the Navy, more family friendly 9 to 5s so they can take care of their respective kids.

Phoenix is climbing the ladder Ice-fast, racking up promotions and being highly regarded by everyone.

Hangman is on a very Maverick-like path: he is an unbelievable pilot, but an absolute nuisance that talks back to just about every admiral and pulls insane stunts in the air.

Since they are friends-in-law, Phoenix becomes, in spite of herself, his guardian angel, trying her best to keep him in the cockpit and not have him stripped of his wings. She knows he is a talented pilot, but will never admit it to his face.

Every once in a while Bradley would get a phone call at a weird time of the day and he knows he is in for a forty minute screaming rant from his best friend about YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DAMN HUSBAND OF YOURS DID THIS TIME?!, to which he would patiently listen to whilst starting to bake Phoenix's favourite cake. A couple of hours later he will arrive at the Trace-Machado household where an amused and resigned Coyote is waiting for him and whatever delicious dish he has brought to make sure Phoenix doesn't make a widower out of him.

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

I just love the idea of of Bradley being supremely depressed about something(wait, don't @ me, there's more), refusing to talk to/confide in any of his friends...and so they go to Jake.

And whoever it is who's come to him (let's be honest, it's probably Phoenix) is just like "...he needs someone. He needs you."

Even Maverick coming to him being like "Bradley won't talk to me...but he'll talk to you."

Because they know.

They all know.

And even if they are still in the Divorce Era of their relationship...Jake would go to Bradley. And he would push Bradley until he talked to him. He would let Bradley storm off and slam the door to his bedroom, confining himself there for the rest of the night...then be there sleeping on the couch when Bradley walks out into the living room the next morning.

Because Jake loves Bradley.

And no matter how angry either of them are, Jake has never completely given up on Bradley, and he never will. So he stays there until Bradley opens up to him.

And then he stays a little longer, to hold him while he cries.

And he stays a little longer after that, to lay next to Bradley and watch him while he sleeps.

[military-newsboys]

Ice: I’m giving subtle hints that I like him. Ice: [Walks over to Mav] Ice: I can't stand you.