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I posted 849 times in 2022

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Just a Little Weak

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Summary: You are Penny’s new bartender and she warns you to stay away from one particular pilot, so you do your very best to please your boss. It is only when Penny goes out of town for the summer, leaving you in charge of the bar, that the pilot finally makes his move, and you finally give in.

Words: 3446

Warnings: 18+ no actual smut, but it is alluded to.

Notes: its more fluffy. not proofread, allusions to smut, curse words and stuff.

You had worked for Penny all of three weeks when you saw him for the first time. She had warned you, as she taught you to pour the draft beers correctly to get the perfect amount of foam, that the guys from Top Gun all had very…unique…personalities. Each lieutenant was extremely different than the last. Bob was sweet, in that innocent sort of way. Rooster was a good man, once an agitated wreck at the idea of her boyfriend, Mav, being his instructor, but now they were on great terms. There were a few other guys with Penny’s glowing reviews that she hinted, with a sly wink, were more than suitable boyfriend material. And then there was Jake. The one Penny referred to as Hangman with an edge to her voice that she struggled to curb.

“Don’t bother with that one, honey,” she had said. “He’s a cocky asshole. Good at his job, don’t get me wrong, but not the one for you if what you’re looking for is a good man.”

You had assured her that you weren’t looking for a man at all. You just wanted to settle down in a nice town, in the quaint little beach house you rented, and work a simple job in a simple spot with customers that would do nothing but bring a smile to your face. And if this Hangman guy wasn’t going to contribute to bringing forth those smiles, then you weren’t sure you wanted to deal with him in the slightest. But then you met him.

You didn’t know his face since Penny didn’t have pictures of the newer pilots in her back pocket, and when he walked in the bar with laughs from his lips and coworkers in tow, you immediately locked eyes. Your knees wobbled and you nearly dropped the glass you were wiping out. He had paused in place too close to the doorway, making his friends bump into the edges of his shoulders to get around him as they whooped and hollered over some victory and started up the jukebox.

At some point, he moved; his gaze still upon you as he made his way over to the bar, but Penny inserted herself in front of you, her arms crossed when she said, “What can I get you, Hangman?”

“Uh…” came out in a light drawl that sent a shiver up your spine as his eyes were torn from yours and forced onto Penny. “Just the usual,” he said, and Penny gave a quick nod before directing you to go to the supply closet to grab some extra cleaning supplies. That closet was close enough that, even over by it while completing your task, you could overhear your boss and the only man to have made your stomach flip in the last three years heatedly chat.

“Leave her alone, Hangman,” Penny quietly snapped as she set his beer on the counter in front of him with a slight bang. “She’s a good girl. Not your type.”

The blond man snorted and crossed his toned arms. “Why do you act like you know my type? Because I took one girl home from this bar one time? It’s not my fault that she didn’t listen when I said it only be a hookup; nothing more.”

“That girl was my last bartender, and she came to work crying, trying to drown her sorrows in too many shots right before she quit. And I will not let the same thing happen to my new bartender, who took me six months to find, just so you can get your dick wet.”

“Wow.” He snatched his beer from the bar and took a sip. “I always knew you had a mouth, Pen, but that was extra special.”

“I mean it.” Penny pointed a long finger at his chest and gave him a poke. “If you so much as look at her,” she began, and the pilot rolled his gorgeous green eyes.

“She works here. I’ll have to look at her eventually.”

“Then don’t look at her the way you did when you walked in here just now,” she snapped. And while you loved your new boss, in that moment all you wanted was to slap a palm over her mouth. But Hangman obeyed the owner of his favorite bar…for all of one week.

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“You sure you’re okay to lock up, honey,” Penny asked as she scurried about the empty bar looking for some of her belongings. “I just need to hurry home and pack so I’ll be ready when Mav picks me up for this trip.”

“Don’t worry, Penny.”

“I’m not, I’m not,” she rushed out, still running about the place to make sure she had everything. She was usually much tidier with her things; you didn’t understand how she managed to misplace so much in just one day. “And you think you’ll be okay the run this place for the weekend? It’ll be busy.”

“I promise, I’ve got it,” you chuckled, wringing out the rag you used to wipe down the bar.

Finally gathering all of her things, she let out an exhausted breath, stopped, and smiled at you. “You truly are a lifesaver, Y/N.”

“Just glad I can help.”

“Well, thank you again. Make sure you don’t stay too late.” And she was out the door.

It wasn’t five minutes before you switched the jukebox back on and pressed the button for Jim Croce’s Time In A Bottle, and began to stack chairs on top of their tables as you hummed to the tune you knew so well.

“Closed already?” That voice sent a shock up your spine as it had every single time it graced your ears, and you whipped around to see the handsome face of the man who had shot you many a flirty glance in the past week. He tried to only look at you when Penny wouldn’t see, only to avoid the annoying lecture had she caught him, but every time you looked up his eyes were glued to you. He’d smile and wink and then return to his game of pool.

You snickered and placed another chair on the tabletop. “You know very well we close early on Thursdays.”

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1,936 notes - Posted June 14, 2022

A First and a Second

Dad!Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Summary: It’s just soft Dad!Hangman from start to finish. And cute marriage stuff.

Warnings/notes: some curse words thrown in. I think that’s it. Idk, folks. I just thought it was cute. I know there’s got to be typos and all that stuff. Pregnancy.

Words: 2190

A First��

Jake took it harder than you did when you found out you were pregnant the night before he was to be deployed for a year. The doctor had confirmed that morning that you were only a few weeks along, and the thought that he wouldn’t get to watch you grow with his child, or dote on you, or feel his baby kick, completely destroyed him.

You promised to send him pictures of your belly swelling, and videos of the little bumps that would show when your baby was kicking. You swore you’d inform him of everything the doctors said after every appointment, but all that did was remind him that you’d also have to do that alone. Get to and from appointments by yourself, get to the hospital by yourself, go through labor by yourself. By the time he would be back, your child would be around three months old, and there was nothing he could do about the millions of moments he would miss.

You reassured him everything would be fine, to which he had only nodded in response, but you knew he was unconvinced. It wasn’t a lack of confidence in you and your ability to take care of yourself that stressed him, it was simply that he wanted to be there, he wanted to see it all happen day-by-day. He wanted to take care of you and watch your child come into the world.

Truthfully, you had wanted that as well. After he left, in every picture you sent or video chat the two of you had, you put on a brave face. But when the calls would end, you’d cry for an hour and whisper sweet words to your baby bump of how wonderful Jake was. You told your baby stories about him, about how you met, about how annoying you used to find him, about how talented he was; and you continued to share bits and pieces of your and husband’s history until the day you gave birth to your son.

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“He looks even more like you in person, doesn’t he?” you asked as you watched Jake lay eyes on his son for the first time. The baby was fast asleep and Jake didn’t want to wake him, opting instead to glue himself to the side of the crib and lean over the rail, gently running a knuckle along the infant’s pillow-soft cheek.

“He’s got your nose,” Jake whispered, tracing the curve of the tiny nose with the tip of his index finger, then proceeded to do the same to the cupid’s bow of the sweet mouth, “and your lips.” He stood straight and faced you, “Which I fucking missed, so kiss me again.”

He was on you before your next breath, pressing his lips to yours for what felt like the hundredth time that night, not that you were complaining. Being without him had been a complete nightmare. Your son’s Seresin temperament had yet to kick in, so luckily the baby was easy, but you still needed your husband. You missed his taste, you missed the feel of his body pressed up against yours, the curves of his muscles under your fingers.

“Alright, we have our own bedroom, mister.”

“Sorry,” he pecked your lips once more. “I’m just so happy. I’ve got you back,” he said as he looked back at your son, an indescribable expression taking over his face. “And we made something…amazing.”

“We did.”

“He’s so perfect.”

“He is.”

Jake’s eyes met yours again. “I want another.”

Your jaw dropped, and then you chuckled awkwardly. “I literally just had your son.”

“I know, baby, I know, and I love him so much, I love you so much, but we need a girl.”

“A gir—can we let this one grow a little first?” You motioned in the general direction of the baby.

Your husband had the audacity to pause in consideration, so you smacked at his chest. He laughed, green eyes lighting up—the same eyes he now shared with your son—and he said, “I suppose we can wait a day or so.”

“Good lord,” you groaned, fingers massaging your temple to relieve the ache. Two! You now had two Seresin men to deal with. “You’re lucky I love you, Jake Seresin.”

“Don’t I know it.”

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And a Second…

“Caleb, honey, don’t get your sister dirty,” you called from the kitchen, voice travelling to the small children in the backyard through the screen of the open window above the sink.

“Mommy, Ella likes to be messy,” your son called back, shrugging his slim shoulders, “I can’t stop her!”

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2,207 notes - Posted July 28, 2022

Lazy Mornings and Whatnot

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Words: 1591

Based on this ask:

couldn’t find a Hangman gif that made any sense for this, so please enjoy this sin of a picture ;)

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2,351 notes - Posted July 10, 2022

Wanting it all

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Summary: Hangman ends up in the hospital from a very similar Phoenix/Bob/birds situation, and you suddenly regret keeping a big secret from him.

Notes/Warnings: it’s pure fluffiness. future dad!hangman, near-death stuff, I guess. Cursing, im sure. best friend Rooster! In anything top gun related i write, there is likely to be something incorrect. I only saw the movie once and it was back in May, so I try my best but i don’t remember the details of everything.

Words: 2833

When you got involved with Jake Seresin, you knew exactly what you were doing. You knew what it meant. You understood the sacrifices. You accepted that there was an element to your life that would always contain a well of fear. You knew, because he was very careful to be clear when he laid it all out for you.

Before you, Jake didn’t do relationships, but he told you there was a piece of him that fought against that choice, a piece that was desperate to have you and call you his, a piece that forced him to make an exception. In the same way, you had made an exception for him in being a part of the life he led, with all of its trials and tribulations that a man not in his profession wouldn’t demand of you.

But it was not something you ever had to mull over. When he told you how a life by his side would be, you had already decided that he was what you wanted. Come hell or high water, you would be with him as long as he also wanted you.

“Not wanting you isn’t something you will ever have to worry about, sweetheart,” he had told you, “Wanting you was as much a choice consciously made as it was something completely out of my control. My heart decided for me, and my mind willingly agreed. So don’t waste time worrying about that.”

But there would always be other things to worry about: the dangers he faced, his health, his safety. Those nagging pieces were tucked away in the corners of your mind, never quite leaving you in peace. And then for the first time since you made the thing between you official, Jake had come horribly close to not coming home to you. Some stupid birds almost got your boyfriend killed, and now more than ever, it struck you at your core.

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Returning with oddly soft, quiet steps for a man of his size, Rooster sat beside you in the uncomfortable plastic chairs under the harsh florescent lighting and dumped an array of vending machine snacks on the small table between you. Bags of chips to tubes of candies to packets of gum made a mountain that you would slowly pick at for the rest of the day; and to say you were relieved to see the junk food that wouldn’t nutritiously sustain you for more than an hour would be a gross understatement.

“I didn’t know what you wanted, so I just got a couple things from each row,” he said, and you nodded your thanks, grabbing a random bag of chips and tearing it open. He watched how severely your gaze was glued to Jake. “If it’s any comfort, he could be in much worse condition.”

But it wasn’t any comfort, unfortunately. Pain medications, exhaustion, and mild trauma to your boyfriend’s body had him completely passed out in the hospital bed; and he’d been that way for hours, asleep in misleading peacefulness even before Rooster got the chance to call you and tell you to come down to the hospital.

You knew Jake would be fine. But not yet seeing the green of his eyes or hearing the deep sound of his voice pricked at your nerves. The kind nurse's reassurance was not enough to soothe you, leaving you no choice but to wait for him to wake.

Rooster nudged your elbow with his, drawing you out of your daze, and you turned to him. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. It would have been out of character for you; maybe not so much when you were dealing with Jake, but Rooster didn’t deserve such a reaction from you. Not when he had practically adopted you as his little sister and did everything he could to protect and take care of you when you needed it most.

“You mean other than my boyfriend having to eject from his jet, which according to what I was told, crashed into a mountain less than five seconds after he got out?”

Rooster winced. “Yea,” he said, scratching at his jaw, “…other than that.”

You faced forward, eyes training on the ugly beige coloring of the wall as you put a chip in your mouth. You chewed, swallowed, sipped your water, then took a deep breath and said, “I’m pregnant.”

“Wha—” Rooster’s head whipped to you, and the candies he had been picking away at fell from his hand, M&Ms of all colors scattering across an equally ugly, beige tiled floor, but neither of you cared. “Are you sure?”

You snorted. “Pretty sure.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean for that to sound insensitive,” he blew out a breath and ran his fingers through his hair, “It’s just—”

“It’s fine, Roose. I asked myself the same question about fifty times before the doctor confirmed it.”

He nodded. “How are you feeling? Wait, does he know?”

You shook your head, considering before saying, “I am happy, though. Absolutely terrified, but happy. I just don’t know how he’s going to react.”

Rooster took your hand in his and laid his other on top until a warmth encased your fingers, but the act made it all the more difficult to hold in the overwhelming tears you didn’t even know were at the ready to fall. “Shocked at first, I’m sure.”

You sniffed and wiped at your cheeks.

“But anything less than absolutely thrilled would be hard to imagine.”

“Can you know that?”

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2,417 notes - Posted August 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Touch and Go

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Summary: You and Jake had been sleeping together for months, and as sure as you were of your feelings for him, you were unsure of his for you. He, however, certainly knew how he felt about you, and after you decide to go on a long trip without telling him, he lets you know just exactly what’s on his mind.

Notes/warnings: 18+ (No Minors!) public smut, fingering, angsty-ish stuff, fluffiness, love confessing and all that, self-doubt, insecurities, cursing-type language, best-bud Rooster (not really a warning but I love him). This was not supposed to be this long at all, but ya know, things happen and unexpected stuff (smut) weasels its way into your careful plans without permission, which I personally think is rude, but here we are.

Words: 4101

The moment you realized you had fallen in love with Jake “Hangman” Seresin, you were disappointed in yourself for an entire three months. The relentless teasing and flirting had worn you down, and while he didn’t seem to know he succeeded in making you feel something for him, it made that fact no less true.

But you didn’t know if he felt something for you. Sure, he showed his hatred when other men approached you with some suggestive smirks on their lips, but you always figured that was more of a possessive tick so that he could keep his fuck-buddy his fuck-buddy, and no one else’s. You knew how unfair it was of him to expect you to stay by his side while he went around flirting with anything that had an ass and decent tits, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. If he wanted you, he had you, at any time, any place, and you felt like an idiot for it.

When you first met, his flirting irritated you to no end. Being friends Rooster and Phoenix quickly brought you into the little group of pilots, and it took all of thirty seconds for Jake to descend upon you with his winks, and grins, and appreciative stares that traveled up and down the form of your body.

Back then, his attitude and cockiness repulsed you. For weeks you did your best to stay away from him, but he always managed to find you, pulling out his charms in full force until the day came when you started to find them less annoying and more exciting. And after you started sleeping together, being around him was something you couldn’t stop yourself from craving. It wasn’t just his cock that made you surrender every time he asked if he could come over to your house, it was the way he was with you after. Once you were both sated, laying next to each other with heavy breaths in sync, he would roll over on the mattress, wrap his arm around your waist, and tug you closer until your back was to his chest. Then he’d kiss your exposed shoulder and nuzzle his nose against the line of your neck before passing out.

Those nights, often as they were, began to make you think he had some variation of feelings for you, but the mornings would come and he’d be gone. You’d banish all hopeful thoughts of mutual affection until the next day when the two of you found one another again and repeated the same little game.

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3,430 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

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