#hangnix

[jakeseresinnix]

Such a travesty we didn’t get a clear scene of all of them in this uniform. Need Jake Seresin in uniform solo. Cr 📸: Dano Bierbower (pirateeyez on IG)

[lovemadethemdoit]

we used to add to the Jake "Hangman" Seresin Has Daddy Issues ao3 tag as a fandom y'know

[pucksandpilots]

See, the thing is, Bradley never expected to see Ice and Maverick again. So, despite being the people who raised him after both his parents passed away, he never thought he'd have to explain his life choices to the older men. He never thought he'd be sitting across from his surrogate fathers on the couch he sat on to get lectures as a teenager, explaining to them what a throuple is and how he could possibly be in love with both Hangman and Phoenix, about how they were in love with each other too, and that they were all together in one big, happy relationship. This reunion was going to be harder than he thought.

[andromeda--17]

Your gonna have to hear mee out on this, what if i said, fic idea, please write a 2.5k-100k+ word fic on it on a03 if there is anyone out there looking for inspo (assuming it hasnt been done before)(please tag/ping me of you do (not necessarly for credit moreso that i can read it))

Phoenix and hangman, phoenix and rooster,rooster and hangman, respectivly are

Enemies to f(ish)wb to friends to enemies, oppertunity of convience, and the well agreed on, lovers to enemies [to hopefully lovers again]

They all have a connevted past in some way or another why be 1 on 1 when we can go poly and tag bob in to as a bobnix truther

Brad and natasha knew each other before the were rooster and phoenix, school is busy and that didnt alway leave time for goimg out, both decided the other was nice enoughg to look at and convient for nights they wanted to blow of steam but didnt havr the energy to go out, a warm body who can be an adult about it, then flight school enter hangman, him and rooster bond over tough home life, because a guy like hangman doesnt come from a stable living family, again decide while hangman may be smuh and cockie he know how to get the job done after a long day, they agree to both keep it casual just a "u up?" Text at the end of a long week, feelings develope turns more than friends, training/deploymemt happens jake meets Nat, at no point does she know about sereshaw, he gets a little cocky flirty, she wants to be respected in this male domimated field, she pointly said no, refuses, starts a very cat and mouse game of him firting her being not while we work together, at some point something happens, a hard day being around men who dont respect you the whole twice as hard for half as much recogination thing, hangman comforts her and become more humanized to he not the brovado pilot but, jake, and that rutine contines, she complains he comforts, then say a birthday or something celebortory they get a little drunk and sleep together, and then again, they dont have a routine like either of them did with bradly just on phoenixs terms grant it, because while hes a cocky flirt with anything with a pulse he is respectful, and drives on consent, his momma rasised him right, anyway they devlope a friendship, deployment together ends and what ever, get reassigned to new units, well during this time good ole brad brad and hangman reconnect and rekindle, and all that jazz, well this is news to pheonix she didnt even know they new each other, anyway she assumes that she is just a distraction/rebound and is pissed, wipe jake sersin off the face of the planet mad, at both of them actually because brad never mentioned he was seeing anyone, stuff happens to go zero contact with both if she doesnt have she wont, maybe her and rooster gwt deployed together, same squad or hust same base/ship, they get into topgun around the same time, lets say she was top of her class so offered the same deal as mav to teach well who walks into her class other than on jake "hangman" seresin, things get tense, brad feels uncofterable being draged between the two , lets skip around a bit, at some point they meet javy, at some point there something that goes down between jake and brad, id like to think maybe it has something to do with mav and goose maybe that roosters not open with his past and everything and well it does NOT go over well like need the sahara dessert size space beetween the two, javy and nat are forced by the couple to choose sides and they split coyote to hangman phoenox to her og bestie(which is an easy choice because shed never admit it but shes never gotten over what happendes between her and hangman, but not that she has feeling for him she thought she had a guenine friends while being woth her and her best friend) and that brings us to the hard deck pool scene that has way to much sexual charged energy for no reason, oh and also enter bob who was just what they needed to be the voice of reason to help them finally fogure out their shit

[natashatrace]

top gun: maverick | hangman/phoenix | drabble

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“Lay here with me?”

Jake’s voice is quieter than Natasha thinks she’s ever heard it. He’s pressed promises right into her skin with little more than a whisper, a sigh, a breath. Soft enough that she has to listen for them, even with their bodies tangled together.

This, though — this is different.

There’s space between them — her hand curled over the doorknob as she goes to leave, his body on the far side of his mattress — and his voice just barely carries across the distance. Natasha doesn’t think he’s ever been afraid, but uncertain?

Certainly.

She lets him linger in that for a long moment. Relishes the way he watches her, proud that he can’t read her next move. In the air, sure — bastard’s always been too good at that. But here, behind closed doors, she’s the one keeping her intentions guarded.

She does slip back into bed, but stays dressed, jeans uncomfortable against her skin. Despite the way Jake’s hips are underneath the sheet, she lays on top of his blankets on her back. Keeps her eyes on the ceiling as she says, “Just until you fall asleep.”

Natasha hears Jake’s soft hum in reply, lazy in the way it rolls from his chest to an exhale against his pillowcase, but she feels the way his body tenses, too. “S’fine,” he says. “Won’t take long.”

At that, Natasha’s head rolls to the side so she can look at him. He cracks one eye open and quirks his brow, watching her. Waiting for her reply.

Fuck, it feels good to be in control.

“Good,” she finally says, fingers folding together over her stomach. “This won’t count as me staying the night, then.”

Jake’s eye closes again, but the corner of his mouth tips up in a smirk. “Don’t worry, Phoenix,” he murmurs. “I know better than to ask for the impossible.”

“Afraid of a challenge?”

(He’s never been afraid.)

“Just don’t wanna waste my time on a fight I don’t think I’ll win.”

(Uncertain.)

[hard-deck-confessions]

I See You - Chapter 1

Pairing: Hangman x Phoenix

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: enemies to lovers (not yet tho), slow burn, slight swearing, for sure some military inaccuracies, third person POV

Summary: Phoenix hates Hangman's guts. But she cares about her friends more, and Hangman is making her best friend miserable. About a month ago, Hangman started picking on Bob again. No one knows why he started his jeering up again, but Phoenix is willing to pay anything to make it stop. But what happens when that price is a date? And what happens when it turns out that Jake Seresin actually isn't the worst company?

A/N: I had the idea for this fic after I saw a fanfic quote prompt somewhere: "I brought you a juice." (I can't find the user it was from, but if you do please let me know so I can credit them!) From there I wrote a cute little Hangman x reader incorrect Top Gun quote post, but I realized it was such a Hangman x Phoenix interaction so Jabber and I collaborated over some ideas and this baby was born!

This story is written fully in 3rd person, so omnipotent narrator who reads the other characters minds occasionally, but it takes place mostly from Phoenix’s POV.

Also I may have completely made up correction sensors, but they’re based off whatever targeting system that malfunctions during the “mission” in the movie. They never get mentioned again, please leave them alone. They are sensitive and valid.

Chapter Song(s): Mean, NO, CHOKE

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"That’s a kill!" Bob’s excited voice came crackling through the radio in the Daggers’ break room.

The room erupted with cheers. No one had been able to down Hangman in this week’s exercises on targeting without the correction sensors so far, but Bob’s quick thinking and steady hand had finally done it. Hangman’s gloating would be replaced by cheers of Bob’s name that day in the lockers. A welcome reprieve.

Back in the air, Phoenix was pumping her fists in the air and flipping off an unknowing Hangman. "Suck it, Bagman! We got your butt good!" the aviator called through the radio. "That’s how we do it over here with the smoothest duo in the Daggers! Great job, Bob! MVP of the exercise for sure.”

The shy backseater blushed lightly beneath his oxygen mask. He still got flustered over the smallest compliments, no matter how many times his supportive squad mates clapped him on the back or clasped his shoulders singing his praises. He stumbled over his words as he squinted against the sun in his eyes, making getting the words out even harder, "I, uh, you—you basically lined up the shot for me, Phoenix, I just pressed the button."

"Nah, that was all you, Bob. Don’t sell yourself short." Phoenix insisted proudly.

"No, please do sell yourself short, Baby," Hangman interjected with a laugh, the cockiness and resentment were practically dripping from his voice, even through the radio.

"Please go screw yourself, Bagman," Phoenix spat back. "Ignore him, Bob, you did amazing."

"It’s okay, Phoenix; he’s just joking." Bob said, always trying to keep the peace, especially between Phoenix and Hangman. Bob was getting pretty good at standing up for himself, but the two of them always seemed to be at each other’s throats and Bob found that he was usually, unintentionally, the reason.

"I wasn’t, actually," Hangman quipped again.

Phoenix’s blood was about to boil; if it wasn’t likely to get both her and Bob a court martial, she’d dive on the cocky blond's plane just to give him a good scare. Instead, she settled for some "playful" verbal abuse.

"Bagman, everything everyone says behind your back is true."

"Was that meant to hurt my feelings, Phoenix?"

"I swear the only reason they let you fly solo is because your WSO would purposely sabotage you both just to get some damn peace."

"Oh, really? That the best you got?" Hangman taunted.

The breezy jovial feeling that had filled the air of the jet just moments before had gone stale, and instead a thick layer of smog-like anger had fallen over the aircraft cockpit. The temperature within had surely gone up by at least a few degrees with all the red hot words flying from Phoenix's mouth into her mic.

Bob's cheeks glowed to a flaming red as he listened to the two pilots bickering, entire body tense, helpless to remove himself from the mid-air argument, just waiting for the right moment to interject. He’d been in this situation many times before—he knew the drill. But that didn't make him any less uncomfortable. "Okay, c’mon, guys—" he began timidly, yet a level of assertion still came through in his voice.

"Great work, aviators!" Mav’s voice came like a shock over the radio, squashing the argument before it could manage to turn physical. No student had died on Mav's watch so far, and he wasn't looking to change that any time soon. Especially because 'purposeful collision due to mid-flight training disagreement' would not go over well on an accident report. "Let’s get these birds back on the ground. It’s quitin' time!"

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Steam filled the empty locker room. Phoenix breathed deeply as she stepped out of the shower. She always felt like she had gained a new life after her shower at the end of each day; the amount of sweat produced under those flight suits was ungodly. She also liked to imagine that the boiling water was washing away all the boys’ BS that she had gone through that day. She loved, almost, all of them—though she’d never tell them that—but being the only girl on a team of men, Navy men, was rough. She was sure at least two of them truly were raised in a barn, and she knew Bob and Rooster were the only ones who even knew what the word "filter" meant.

She thought on her boys fondly, unable to hold back her smile, as she toweled off her hair behind the emotional privacy of the her locker door. She'd never dare show this side to them. This was still the military, after all, and she was still a woman. No matter how many times she proved herself tougher than the men around her, her and soft emotions were not allowed to coexist without ridicule. Wiping the condensation off of the mirror, she looked at her own face in the tinny glass, it had been hardened over her time in the Navy, and it reminded her of the look of rage on Hangman’s as they clambered back into the hanger. She laughed lightly. That was without a doubt the best thing she’d seen in weeks. She wished she could’ve had it photographed so she could look at it when she was having a bad day.

She didn’t truly hate the cocky pilot, but she had been nearing the line between it and mere distaste with his recent antics. After their first mission together, it had seemed like all grudges between any of the Daggers had been squashed; Hangman and Bob had been fully civil up until a couple weeks ago when Hangman decided to make the younger pilot his verbal target practice. Everyone had noticed the shift, but no one could tell exactly what triggered it. Bob had finally started to stand up for himself in the past couple days, which Phoenix was thankful for because any time anyone else said anything to Hangman, the treatment just got worse. It needed to end, and soon. Phoenix was ready to string Hangman up, but she knew acting out would only risk getting both her and Bob disciplined. She didn’t know what she was going to do. But she was sure as hell going to do something.

She finished getting ready to head home and slung her backpack over her shoulder. She tossed her hair into a loose bun as she walked out of the lockers, preparing to face the scorching heat already constantly present even this early into the California summer. Fanboy intercepted her in the hall outside the locker rooms. His face immediately told her that whatever he was about to say wasn’t another corny joke about his favorite tv series.

"There’s something you should know," he said.

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"BAGMAN!"

Lt. Jake "Hangman" Seresin might not have finished at the very top of his classes, but he was smart enough to know that that yell could only mean one thing: he was about to get the chew out of a lifetime from one Lt. Natasha "Phoenix" Trace. He pulled his signature toothpick out of his mouth before turning on his heel to see the livid brunette storming down the hall, fire ablaze in her eyes.

If anyone else had been in the vicinity, they would've sworn they felt the temperature shift.

"What the hell, Hangman?" Phoenix barked, shoving a hand roughly into his chest, and sending the unprepared man stumbling back a couple steps with an unsophisticated mix between a "WOAH!" and "HEY!"

"What do you mean ‘what the hell'?" Hangman shot back, gathering himself and stepping forward, squaring his broad shoulders towards her. "You can't just attack a man without telling him what he did to provoke it."

Phoenix's face was now inches from his. Hangman could feel the rage on the heat of her breath.

"Watch me," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "Don't even start that crap with me. You know full well what you did."

"Humor me." Hangman said with the same tone he would have used in a casual conversation with a friend, which this situation very much was not.

There was finger in his face. He pretended there wasn't, looking past it directly into Phoenix's face.

"I am so fed up with your immature little grudge against, Bob."

"I didn't know I ever had one."

Hangman's tone was aloof, and it drove Phoenix crazy. How could he be such a prick? All she wanted to do was punch him in the jaw. She didn’t know why she always felt like she was about to explode with Hangman, no one else made it so difficult for her to keep her emotions in check, but she held it together—this time. She wasn't going to make herself any promises for the future.

"You two were supposed to be cool after the mission, I thought you had agreed to lay off him! I don't know who you think you are, but Bob is just as, if not more, qualified as any of us to be here. And you know it! But your fragile little ego just can't take that he's smarter than you, can it?" She practically spat the last words, ensuring they hit Hangman square in the face.

Phoenix saw his eyes soften for just a second and knew that she'd hit a nerve, but his expression didn’t change. He just continued to look at her with that same stupid, smug expression he always wore.

"And I have laid off him. He's not my concern any longer." He shrugged, popped the toothpick he'd been holding back into his mouth, and started to turn away. Phoenix forcefully grabbed his arm.

Her grip was stronger than Hangman assumed it would be.

"Really? 'Cause that's not what it looked like to Fanboy when he saw you corner him in the lockers after that last flying exercise. He said you looked ready to throttle Bob before he stepped in. That's low, even for you. We got you fair and square in that exercise. If you don't want to lose, try not making stupid mistakes. And one more thing," Phoenix said, leaning into Hangman's face, fists clenched so tightly at her sides they were pure red. "If you ever try taking your sore loss out on Bob again, we will be having a very different conversation that will not be much of a conversation at all."

"Is that a threat, Trace?" Hangman said coolly, a smirk on his face.

"It's a promise," Phoenix snapped, pushing past him forcefully, her shoulder smacking into his.

Hangman dropped his head and laughed, his tongue twirling the toothpick in his mouth. Head still lowered, he called after the receding footsteps, "Wow, I didn't know you had a heart, but since you clearly care so much about him, I'll leave Bob alone."

The footsteps stopped. Hangman turned to face them, shaking his head lightly.

"But it's gonna cost you."

Phoenix cocked one eyebrow in an ‘I knew this was coming' fashion.

"Really?" She said, crossing her arms over her chest, taking a step closer.

"Really." Hangman shot back joyfully, also taking a step closer. He was clearly enjoying this.

"Fine. I'll bite. What's your price?"

"Go on a date with me."

Phoenix scoffed, staring at him agape as if she hadn't heard him correctly or refused to believe he'd actually said what she thought he said.

"That's the worst joke you've ever made, Bagman, and you've made a lot of bad jokes." She scoffed again as she turned and continued toward the exit.

"Maybe because it wasn't a joke." There wasn't a drop of sarcasm in his voice.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," said Phoenix, turning back to him again.

"You want me to leave Bob alone? That's my price. One date, and we'll never have this issue again. I promise." He held up three fingers in a "scouts honor" kind of way.

"You’re insufferable, Bagman," Phoenix said. With that, she turned and walked down the hallway, silently fuming.

[jakeseresinnix]

There's just something about Glen Powell & Monica Barbaro's squishy hugs~~~ even as Hangman & Phoenix. They put in their whole bodies and arms in the hug.... ;) wished to see our Jake Seresin and Natasha Trace in a romcom next please!

[jakeseresinnix]

Love how supportive they are of each other!! Glen Powell is proud of Monica Barbaro for A Complete Unknown ~