#apparently so is glen powell

[orangepeelshortbreadcookies]

Watched Anyone But You and was forced to reaffirm my undying, undisciplined attraction to men named Ben, a condition that I blame Shakespeare for.

[triptuckers]

feels like home - tyler owens x reader

Request: nope Pairing: tyler owens x reader Summary: after years, tyler is back in his home town. so much has changed, yet everything is the same Warnings: some swearing, mentions of a slight panic attack, there's a tornado (surprise!), some angst, thats it I think?? Word count: 2.5K A/N: I know nothing about tornadoes. I do know if glen powell asked me to go storm chasing with him I wouldn't hesitate. also running on literally 7% left of my battery but fuck it we roll!! enjoy!

It’s spring. Tyler’s favorite season. During this time of year, it’s peak tornado season. It’s when he’s in his element, doing what he loves.

He’s driving across the U.S. with his loyal crew, chasing the tornadoes wherever they go. And always, inevitably, he ends up in his hometown. It’s a small town, right in the middle of tornado alley. 

Over the years, the people had started building their homes with stronger foundations that could withstand tornadoes better. Every year, there was still a lot of damage, but less than before. Most families had lived there for generations, and didn’t have any plans to move. 

When Tyler pulls up to the local bar, his crew is energized and happy. They’d just finished chasing a rather intense tornado, and everyone is still high on adrenaline. They’re going out for drinks before going to bed, as tomorrow’s weather forecast showed good chances of another tornado.

Little did Tyler know, someone he knows very well has also picked tonight to go out for drinks.

You’re sitting at your usual table with a friend, blowing off some steam after a long day. You like the bar. Everyone knows each other, the bartenders know your drink order and always have it ready for you before you can even order it.

It’s one of the things you missed the most while you were away; the kindness of the small town. You know everyone here, and you always help each other out. Especially during tornado season.

When Tyler steps in the crowded bar, he instantly spots a few familiar faces. Old neighbors, childhood friends, friends of his parents. Then his eyes land on you. His breath hitches in his throat as he watches you laugh at something your friend says. He had no idea you were back.

You look up when you see a group of people approaching you from afar. That’s when you see him. Exactly how you remember him, only a little older and with a belt buckle that says “tornado wrangler”. But you’d known him long before he called himself that.

You and Tyler had dated all throughout college, when you were both studying meteorology. Everyone knew you and while most couples broke up during college, you and Tyler stayed together.

But then Tyler started chasing tornadoes and you moved to a bigger city to enroll in an advanced PhD program. You agreed to part ways. It just felt too difficult to still be in a relationship when the two of you were always away.

But you never stopped loving him. You still watch all of his videos. And you don’t know it, but he reads all of your research articles.

He’s walking up to you now, and you forget you’re in a crowded bar with a friend. You don’t pay attention to the people he brought with him.

You smile warmly at him. ‘Hey, Ty.’

‘Oh, I wouldn’t do that, lady.’ says one of Tyler’s friends. ‘He hates when people call him Ty.’ 

He looks at Tyler, expecting him to say something snarky or mean to you, but he’s got a soft smile on his face.

‘Hey y/n.’ he says. ‘Still around, huh?’

‘Still around. I moved back after graduation. Even though people in a small town can be a handful sometimes, with everyone knowing everything about everyone, it’s still home.’

‘Yeah, it is.’ says Tyler.

Suddenly a few women approach Tyler, stealing him away from your conversation. Apparently, word got out the tornado wrangler is in town, and everyone wants to talk to him.

Tyler waves at you before taking off.

You’re looking at him as he walks away, and your friend nudges you.

‘I thought you guys broke up?’

‘We did. He went to go storm chasing, and I wanted to study more. It just wasn’t practical to stay together.’

‘But you still love him.’

You turn to look at your friend. ‘I never said I stopped loving him.’

‘So… kind of like right person, wrong time?’

‘Yeah, I guess.’

‘What are you waiting for then? He’s here now, go talk to him!’

‘Nah, he’s too busy with his crew. It was nice to see him though.’

You spend the rest of your evening chatting with your friend. You try to focus on the conversation and to not let your mind wander off to Tyler. He really looked good. And his crew looked like they are fun to hang out with. 

When it’s getting late, you walk over to the bar to pay for your drinks. You say goodbye to your friend and head out to the parking lot. 

You see Tyler and his crew standing around his red pick-up truck. They’re laughing and sharing a drink. Tyler spots you and waves at you from where he’s sitting on the hood of his car. You wave back as you get in your own truck. 

‘Tell me, who is she?’ says Boone, pulling Tyler from his throughs as he watches you drive off.

Before Tyler can answer, Lilly starts listing off possible answers. ‘Secret fiancée? High school sweetheart? Admirer? Girl you went on three dates with and then left?’ she counts on her fingers.

‘No, none of that.’ says Tyler.

‘Definitely looks like a high school sweetheart. She’s your age, from around here. I bet you two grew up together.’

Tyler sighs. They’re not gonna let this go. And since they’re all going storm chasing tomorrow, they’re probably going to annoy him about it until he answers them.

‘We did grow up together. She was not my high school sweetheart, more like my college sweetheart. We broke up when I became a chaser.’

‘Let me guess, she always called you Ty?’ says Boone.

Tyler smiles at the memory. ‘She did.’

‘Ohhh my boy is whipped!’ says Boone, giving Tyler a playful shove. 

‘Oh, fuck off, Boone. That’s all in the past. She probably has someone waiting for her at home.’

But you didn’t.

You hadn’t really dated anyone after your breakup with Tyler.

Sure, you’d been on a few dates people had set you up with. But somehow, it never felt right. It never felt like it did while you were with Tyler. Loving Tyler was just so easy. Like you were always meant to find each other.

When he walked in that bar earlier tonight, he looked different. Older, sure. But also very handsome. You could tell he loved being a chaser. You wish you could’ve talked more with him, just the two of you.

The next morning when you wake up, it’s much earlier than you would have liked. You didn’t have any plans today and wanted to sleep in. As you lay in bed, you hear the rain slam against the window. You’re used to it, and it usually doesn’t wake you up. 

But as the rain starts to get heavier, you hear the wind is picking up as well. You knew there was a tornado warning for this morning, but it wasn���t for your town. The tornado was supposed to move away from you. 

That’s when you hear the siren. It’s almost part of your routine, it’s so familiar. You’re quick to get out bed, grabbing your phone. As you race downstairs to get to your shelter, you pull up the weather map. Which shows the tornado going straight for the main street of town. Fuck.

You hastily pull on your boots and open the backdoor to your garden, which is where your shelter is. You run toward it, the wind whipping in your face and the rain soaking your clothes in seconds. 

It takes a lot of strength to open the shelter doors with the wind threatening to slam them closed again. Finally, you make it inside after nearly falling down the stairs. You close the doors and bolt them. 

Now all that’s left for you to do is wait until the tornado is gone. You switch on the tiny light and pull out a blanket. There’s not much here except for some canned food. If Tyler saw this, you just know he’d immediately go to the store to get more supplies “just in case”. 

Thinking of him, you pull out your phone. You’re thinking about calling him, when you notice you have no service. The tornado must have already done a lot of damage. 

Meanwhile, Tyler is in the of the storm, near the tornado. They’re ready to get some great shots, but something changes. 

The tornado was supposed to head east and then die out, but it’s too slow. Tyler squints his eyes, looking at it. It’s almost as if it’s getting closer again. 

He realizes what’s happening at the same time Boone yells ‘It’s turning around!’

And he’s right. The tornado is heading west again. And Tyler knows what’s there. His hometown. Your hometown.

‘Oh, fuck.’ he says. He prays that you’re safe. He knows you’re smart, you’re probably inside the shelter by now. But he still worries.

They wait out the tornado before driving back to the town, prepared to help in any way they can. Debris is scattered throughout the streets. People walk around, helping each other or trying to salvage what’s left of their possessions in the rubble of the houses. 

Ever since they got back, Tyler has been trying to call you. You’re not picking up. He’s desperately telling himself you know the protocols. Hell, you’ve lived in tornado alley your entire life. You’re probably taking inventory of the damage on your property right now. 

Meanwhile, you’ve been listening to the storm outside. It’s all quiet now, you don’t hear any rain or wind, or sirens. You climb up the stairs and push open the doors. Except they don’t open. You check all the hinges, which are all still secure in place. Then why won’t the doors open?

You walk back down the stairs as you slowly start to panic. There’s probably debris blocking the doors. You have no cell service. Everyone is busy with their own houses. How long would it take for someone to find you?

You’re trying desperately to stay calm. People will find you eventually, right? But soon the tears are streaming down your face. You’d been in this shelter before, but it’s terrifying when you can’t open the door and all you have is a dim light, some canned food, a blanket and a phone without service.

Tyler’s crew is helping the people in town. But he gets increasingly more worried when you won’t pick up a single of his phone calls. 

Lilly notices his worried glances at his phone while she’s handing out food to people. ‘Tyler.’ 

He looks up at her. Lilly jerks her head to his truck. ‘Go see if she’s alright. You know where she lives, right?’

Tyler nods. 

‘Go. We’ve got it here.’ says Lilly.

He takes a quick look around. Lilly is right, his crew can handle it here. He just really needs to know if you’re okay. 

There’s too much debris on the road, so Tyler ditches his truck and walks the rest of the way. He could walk this route with his eyes closed. The longer he walks, the more destruction he sees and the more the uneasy feeling in his chest grows.

What if you were somewhere buried in the rubble of your house and he never got a chance to ask you if you wanted to try again? To see if you still had that spark you had when you were younger? He knew you wouldn’t let him go that easily. It had hurt you both when you broke up. And seeing you again, it reminded him of all the time you had spent together during college.

When he finally gets to your house, he sees it’s mostly still intact. The walls are still standing, but the roof needs fixing. Most of your windows are broken and a tree had fallen on your truck.

Tyler rushes to the front door, which is hanging off its hinges. He quickly enters your house.

‘y/n? y/n! Where are you?’

When you don’t respond, he tries calling you again. 

‘Come on, pick up, pick up.’ he mutters. Still no answer. Damn it.

Where would you go during a tornado? He’s forcing his mind to stop spinning out of control so he can think logically. Then he remembers you have a shelter in your backyard. How could he forget? He even helped you stock it in case something like this happened.

He runs through your messy living room, pieces of broken glass crunching underneath his boots. When he gets outside, he sees your shed – or what’s left of it – on top of the doors to your shelter.

‘y/n!’ he yells again, running toward the shelter.

You faintly hear a voice yelling your name. You briefly think you’re actually going insane at that point. Your panicked mind is making this up because it knows Tyler gives you a feeling of safety. Tyler isn’t here, he’s most likely outside still chasing the damn tornado. There’s no way he’d be here.

‘y/n are you in there? Give me a shout if you can hear me!’

But that’s unmistakably his voice. You hear sounds outside near the door.

‘Ty?’ you say quietly. 

‘Come on! Are you in there?’

‘Ty!’ you say, louder this time.

Outside, Tyler lets out a big sigh of relief as he continues to draw away the debris from the doors of your shelter.

Finally, he can see the handle of one of the doors and yanks it open. 

You squint your eyes at the sudden sunlight. Your eyes are quick to adjust, and they land on Tyler.

Standing there, breathing heavily, looking at you and holding out his hand for you to take.

‘Ty..’ you say softly. Fresh tears start to run down your cheeks as you take his hand and allow him to pull you out of the shelter. 

He pulls you against his chest, one hand coming around your back and the other on the back of your head, holding you against him.

You allow yourself to get lost in the familiar feeling. Tyler still wears the same cologne, and you still fit perfectly in his arms. God, you missed him.

‘I was so scared.’ you mumble. 

‘I know, sweetheart, I know.’ says Tyler.

He pulls back slightly so he can look you in the eye. ‘Are you hurt?’ he asks.

You shake your head. ‘I got to the shelter as soon as I heard the sirens, like you taught me.’

Tyler smiles at you. ‘You did good.’

‘I brought my phone but there was no service and then I couldn’t open the door and I-‘

‘y/n.’ says Tyler, cutting you off. ‘You’re alright. I got you out.’

‘Thank you.’ you say, burying your head in his chest once more.

The two of you stand there for a while. You both need this right now.

‘Ty?’ you say.

He hums in response. 

‘Please don’t leave again.’

He presses a kiss to the top of your head.

‘I’m never leaving you again, sweetheart.’

A/N:If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost, steal or translate my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love,Marit

[hederasgarden]

Can I get "Don't be shy now, sit on my face" with the cowboy himself, Mr. Tyler Owens?

BESTIE. The scream I scrumpt.  Thanks to @a-reader-and-a-writer for the mechanical bull idea. This is long because I am incapable of responding to a request in 100 words apparently.

Pairing: Tyler Owens x F!Reader Word Count: 569 Warnings: Explicit sexual content, 18+ only. Oral (female receiving) and face sitting. Please comment or reblog if you enjoyed this and want to see more. Or scream at me in my inbox. That always makes my day.

Masterlist ♡ Glen Powell Character Masterlist

"And this is supposed to help me ride the mechanical bull how exactly?" you question with your knees planted on either side of Tyler's chest.

"Just trust me, sweetheart."

“That's not an answer," you tell him archly. 

He tilts his head back to look up at you. "Have I ever steered you wrong?"

"No...I'm just a bit nervous,” you admit.

He gazes steadily at you, and the way he rubs his hands up and down your thighs is both soothing and reassuring. "Well, you know what I like to say....you don't face your fears, you ride them."

You stare down at him, unamused. He grins back at you.

"Come on little lady, belly up to the bar," he encourages, cupping your ass and yanking you forward until the most intimate part of you is only inches away from his face. 

Embarrassment burns under your skin, and you fight the urge to shift away. This close, Tyler's bound to see every little imperfection, and it’s made worse by the fact that he’s practically perfect himself. Sometimes just looking at him could overwhelm you, not to mention what happened when he took his shirt off.

"Come on," he encourages softly.

Hesitantly, you lower yourself over him until he can nose at your folds. You grip the headboard and shift experimentally, inhaling sharply when Tyler drags the flat of his tongue through your center. Your thighs tense and he does it again, letting out a low, satisfied little hum that has you clenching around nothing. 

For a few minutes, Tyler seems content just to taste and tease you with soft, sweeping motions.  Slowly, you feel yourself begin to relax, some of the tension leaving your thighs. When you settle more firmly against him, he groans in response, his fingers flexing against your skin. You close your eyes and rock your hips forward, the world narrowing to the feel of his tongue in your cunt and his nose brushing against your clit. 

"Tyler," you moan. 

He groans in response, fingertips digging into your skin as his tongue spears into you. The messy way he eats you out is so loud that you’d be embarrassed if it weren’t for how good it makes you feel. Gone is any hesitation on your part as you ride his face in earnest. You grasp his hair and pull, desperate to have him even closer.

The beginning of your orgasm sparks to life in your belly, the rough drag of his tongue over your clit fanning the embers. Your hips move of their own accord, your body chasing what it needs. When your orgasm washes over you Tyler doesn’t stop, holding you still as he drinks greedily from your cunt. By the time he’s done with you, your thighs are trembling, and your breath comes in quick, uneven gasps.

“Oh my god.”

“It’s Tyler,” he reminds you with a smirk. You watch him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. He’s flush and his hair is tousled from your grip. But above all, he looks satisfied. 

“That was good, sweetheart. Real good.”

All you can manage is a thumbs up in response, your head hanging forward. “So,” you begin, “are you going to tell me now what that had to do with bull riding.”

“Not a goddamn thing,” he says with the biggest grin you’ve seen.

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[coastalcowgirl35]

Just Us- Tyler Owens x Reader

Note: I accidentally wrote this in first person, then had to go back and fix it and I'm very mad.

Also I'm horrible at titles, mb guys

Also I went to go see Twisters again last night and let's just say I've reaffirmed that Glen Powell is going to be my entire personality for quite some time.

Also listened to the soundtrack while writing this, 10/10 Too Easy is literally the most motivational song ever.

Also apparently Y/N really likes murmuring against Tyler's lips when they kiss, once again mb

Warning: pretty hot and heavy at the end guys, idk what came over me

"Y/N... Y/N" You blink my eyes open slowly revealing your boyfriend Tyler's grin in your face. "Hey baby, come on get up, we've got a big one coming." His excitement is palpable as he plants a kiss on your lips.

"Wait what?" You mumble, confused.

"Time to get up hon, we got a storm to chase." He kisses you again then pulls away so you can sit up. You quickly brush your teeth, change into cargo pants and a tank top, and pull your hair back to keep it off your neck in the Oklahoma heat.

"Okay Ty, I'm ready!" You say as you slip on your boots. He's looking up at you from where he sits on the edge of the bed with a grin on his face. "What?" He stands up and wraps his arms around you.

"You're just so damn cute." He says, tilting your chin up to give you yet another kiss.

"Mhmm I thought we had to go." You murmur against his lips as your kisses become more passionate and his hands find their way to your waist.

"We do." He agrees and you reluctantly pull apart. You open the door and he grabs his keys.

"Who's coming with today?" You ask over your shoulder as he ensures that the door is locked.

"Just us today sweetheart, that okay?" He says, grinning again. You nod and he puts an arm around your waist as you walk into the parking lot and up to his giant red truck.

As soon as you are both in your seats he places a hand on your thigh, you're dying internally but he acts as if it is the most casual thing in the world. You clear your throat and shake your head, trying to think of anything else.

"Do you see it?" Tyler asks quietly. His green eyes are fixed on something up ahead on the red dirt road and you follow his gaze. A dark mass of clouds are forming and you can see it too, the way they are swirling towards each other slightly, the way the wind is brushing over the grasses in that direction, in a way you both know will add fuel to the fire and hopefully cause a storm.

"God it's beautiful." You whisper.

"Not as beautiful as my girl." Tyler responds, eyes fixed on you now, a wide grin on his face.

"You're so fucking cheesy." You say, as if your cheeks aren't flaring a bright red and your heart didn't skip a beat at his words. He simply laughs and looks back at the road, with his hand still on your thigh.

You fall into a comfortable silence as you watch the clouds. They seem almost as if they are dancing, their movements so perfect and fluid. Tyler's driving matches the storm and as it begins to grow faster he speeds up, soaring down the open road as the sun just barely begins to peek over the horizon next to you.

The sight is truly breathtaking. The orange light spills across the acres of land sprawling out before you and is heavily contrasted by the dark clouds floating menacingly above, miles away.

As you get closer light rain begins to tatter against the top and sides of the truck. You watch, transfixed by the storm, when suddenly an idea hits you. You roll down your window and unbuckle your seatbelt.

"What are you doing?" Tyler asks, but he clearly can guess because he slows down slightly. You slip away from his hand that is still resting on your thigh and hoist yourself up so that your entire torso is outside the window. You tilt your head back, enjoying the gentle shower of droplets and reach one arm out, feeling the wind. You stay like that for a few minutes before Tyler calls up to you.

"Get back in Y/N/N, the rains about to get harder." He says gently. You nod and slide back inside, resuming your previous position and rolling the window back up. Tyler doesn't miss a beat and his hand is already on your thigh again before you can re-buckle your seatbelt. You smile and blush but don't say anything.

As Tyler predicted, the rain gets harder almost instantly and you can feel the atmosphere changing as you venture away from the orange sunrise and towards the gray storm.

You peel your eyes away from the storm and turn to look at your boyfriend. His beautiful green eyes are fixed on what's ahead, his jaw set determinedly.

"Whatcha looking at pretty girl?" He asks, caressing your thigh with his thumb. You blush and he turns to look at you, grinning.

"Eyes on the road Tyler." You say, blushing harder.

"What so you're allowed to stare at me but I can't look at you?" He teases.

"Just drive." You groan, attempting and failing to not laugh at his comment.

"Alright, alright." He says, still grinning. "Hey look" He points out the windshield. The clouds are swirling closer together and beginning to form a tight tendril that reaches towards the ground.

"Come on baby." You urge in a whisper, willing it to touch down. Tylers grip on your thigh tightens slightly. It reaches closer and closer then finally touches the ground, instantly causing a swirling cloud of dust to explode into the air. "Fuck yeah!" You shout, clapping your hands together triumphantly.

Tyler laughs raucously at your reaction but can't hide the excitement on his face.

"Happy are you?" He asks with a grin.

"You're lucky you're I love you Ty or I would absolutely hate you." You scoff. He laughs harder at that.

"Whatever you say babygirl."

You sigh dramatically at his teasing but can't help the permanent grin on your face. You're really in love with the stupid Tornado Wrangler. The wind and rain both get harder and louder as you both pull on your harnesses.

Tyler is going at nearly full speed now. Your heart is pounding, adrenaline pumping through your veins. The cyclone is growing and hurtling towards you faster than you are hurtling towards it.

"Ready Y/N/N?" Tyler asks, almost shouting so that you can hear him.

"Hell yeah!" You shout back. He slams his foot on the break, pulling you to an unnecessarily rough stop. You give him a look and he smiles apologetically as he deploys the augers.

"Here she comes baby!" He yells. You curse under your breath and wrap your hand around his wrist tightly as he squeezes your thigh again.

The cyclone slams into the truck, throwing both you and Tyler harshly against your harnesses. The swirling cloud of dirt and leaves and who knows what else obscures your vision on all sides. The truck rocks violently and you squeeze Tyler's wrist so hard you wonder if it will bruise.

As fast as it started, it ends. The howling wind pulls past you and dust begins to settle on everything that was torn apart in its path. You laugh in astonishment, no matter how many times you chase you'll never get over that feeling. You and Tyler both jump out of the truck, turning to watch the twister get further and further.

You don't hear him walk around the truck but suddenly Tyler is next to you. You turn to him, beaming at his handsome face.

"You have fun babe?" He asks, endearingly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You nod and stand up on your toes slightly to press a kiss against his lips. He tangles his fingers into your hair instantaneously as the other hand finds its way to your waist, pulling you closer to him. "God I love you Tyler." You murmur against his lips.

"I love you too Y/N." He walks you backwards until he has you pinned against the truck. You whimper quietly as his hands start to roam your body and his kisses become more passionate. He suddenly breaks away and tilts your head upwards gently so his can kiss your neck. "You. Drive. Me. Fucking. Crazy." He pants out as he sucks on your soft skin harshly.

You moan breathily at his words and unconsciously buck your hips towards him, desperately searching for relief. He reads your mind and, while still passionately marking up your neck, slots one of his legs between yours so that you can rub up against his thigh.

"Fuck baby, I need you so bad." He groans, pulling his head back. His eyes are filled with lust and longing and his beautiful lips look swollen from your kisses.

You place a hand on the side of his face, peering straight into his perfect green eyes.

"Well it's a good thing it's just us today." You say with a smile. "The backseat is wide open."

[mistydeyes]

eyes for the stars

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summary: The 141 boys can't help but feel slightly jealous about your celebrity crush. They can't help but wonder why you're so obsessed with them.

pairing: 141 x civvie! Reader

warnings: swearing, spoilers for Euphoria!

a/n: a little self indulgent because i too have all of these crushes (love my problematic ladies, sydney and phoebe <;3)

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price: pedro pascal

The minute you laid eyes on him you were hooked. From episode 1 of The Last of Us, Pedro became your very apparent celebrity crush. Who doesn’t love a strong parental figure who will do anything for his unconventional child?

Ever the observer, Price noticed how your Instagram stories were filled with reposts of Pedro at award shows, magazine covers, and even behind-the-shoot pictures. He even noticed the growing collection in your shared home of Mandalorian memorabilia. He couldn't help but feel hurt that his partner posted a celebrity more than him.

As Gaz looked over his shoulder he commented, "Looks like a more handsome version of you, Sir." "Get back to work, Sergeant" Price commanded, before shoving his phone back in his pocket. He couldn't believe that this was getting to him.

“You have a type, love,” Price said as you sat watching another episode of Narcos. It was your turn to pick a show to binge and of course, you picked this one. Price secretly wished you spent his leave watching anything else. You were glued to the screen as you sat in your boyfriend’s arms. “I do not,” you argued, “you and he are so different.” You rolled your eyes and he let out a small chuckle.

“He’s an older man who is surprisingly resourceful and doesn’t let many people in until he’s given someone to protect with his life,” he began and you realized the similarities, “Plus, look at him. I might start shaving my beard and only having a mustache for you.”

As the realization hit you, you couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed at his observations. You paused the episode and held his face gently. "I'd much rather have this mustached face here with me than him," you said and shared a loving kiss.

Price was later happy to say that your stories of the man were significantly less than before. Good thing he didn't see your phone wallpaper was of the very famous Pedro Pascal edit (yk the one).

soap: sydney sweeney

You both were unapologetic about your love for the problematic blonde on Euphoria. Although you couldn't condone her rumors about Glen Powell, you couldn't help but obsess over the gorgeous woman. A new Syd’s garage TikTok? Queue you running around your house to find your boyfriend. You both religiously watched her in episodes of The Handmaid’s Tale and White Lotus. Don’t even get me started on when she appeared on the red carpet, your texts were flooded with pictures and emojis.

There was always one rule between you and Soap: don't watch any Sydney Sweeney movies or shows without the other. He instituted that rule once the new Euphoria season was predicted to come out. As he left for another mission for the 141, he kissed you and said, "No Sydney without me, promise?" As you gave him your pinky, you wouldn't realize you would be breaking that rule later on that year.

To be fair, no one could have predicted that their mission would have taken until the end of November. Also, it was technically Soap's fault for not binging the show before he was deployed. However, since the call to duty was ever present, he didn't want to start a show without knowing he could finish it. You waited until August to finally start it. You had been dying since the season ended in February and had blocked all spoilers.

The minute the show started, you knew you couldn't stop. The plot line between Nate and Cassie was just TOO GOOD. Hours later, you had finished and were ashamed of yourself. You just had to know how the drama between Maddy and Cassie ended. Logging out of your account, you tried to hide all the evidence before your boyfriend inevitably came home.

It was December when Soap returned, excited to be home with you and even more excited to start Season 2 of Euphoria. As you made you both some popcorn, you heard an ear-piercing scream from the living room. You rushed over to see what happened but Soap stood there with a shocked face. "Bonnie, why does HBO say you finished all the episodes?" he accused and you knew you were done for. "I-" you started before he interrupted. "You betrayed me, worse than Graves," he said almost as if he was crying. As you looked at him sheepishly he said in a soft voice, "Please tell me that the rumors about Cassie and Nate aren't true."

gaz: henry cavill

Who could compete with Superman? Certainly not Gaz, in fact, he would get a little jealous when you mentioned your little crush. You loved Henry Cavill specifically the DC Comic version of him, not The Witcher. Gaz regretted ever letting Soap get you into the new films.

For the past year, your boyfriend would not hear the end of your pining for the dark-haired beauty. You were non-stop, always talking about his latest interviews and always having his films on repeat. Gaz even had to stop you from putting a framed picture of Henry on your fireplace mantle. You finally agreed that Henry belonged on screen, not in a frame along with your loved ones and your boyfriend.

Gaz miraculously was home for Halloween, a first! You had been invited to a party by your friends and decided on a Cat Woman costume. Oddly enough, when you asked Gaz what he was wearing, he said he already had it covered. This was his chance to show you who the real hero was. You tried to find out the best you could (even looking through his search history) but you could not find what it was.

"Babe, can you at least tell me you're on theme?" you asked over the phone, it was a few weeks before his return and you were anxious to know his secret costume. "Trust me, love, you'll be pleasantly surprised" he answered and you audibly groaned at his mysterious tone.

“Kyle, are you ready?” you called, dressed in your Cat Woman costume. You loved Lois Lane but something about the powerful energy Selena Kyle had plus her sexy attire made you pick this instead. As you adjusted your all-black outfit in the mirror, you heard your boyfriend descend the stairs. You turned around to see him dressed in Superman’s signature costume. The costume was of surprising quality, perfectly defining your boyfriend's physique and making his butt look great.

“I heard there’s someone who needs a superhero,” he triumphantly said as he struck a pose. You smiled widely and took many pictures. “You look amazing, babe! This is just like the movies,” you said excitedly as you kissed him on the cheek. “Bought it just for you” he winked, “Gotta let you know who the real hero is.” You laughed and punched his arm lightly. “Let’s go my Lois Lane,” he said and you grabbed his hand, getting ready to face the world with your hero.

ghost: phoebe bridgers

Now Ghost isn't like the rest of the 141 boys, he won't let his jealousy get the better of him. BUT COME ON, you were in love with Phoebe Bridgers, the haunting singer of Boygenius whose grey hair glistened in the moonlight. You owned every single record of hers and constantly pined over the TikTok videos of her on Taylor Swift's tour. You even bought you and Ghost her matching sweatpants with bones on the front and her name on the butt. He wouldn't admit it but he did love her style. Still, he couldn't help but feel a little twinge of jealousy whenever Kyoto came on the radio.

While on duty, Ghost could feel his phone ring. He answered immediately, knowing you only called for emergencies. He was greeted by you screaming. "BOYGENIUS IS COMING TO LONDON WE HAVE TO GO!!" you yelled excitedly. Ghost mentally slapped himself, he would have to remind you that this line was only for major injuries or death. "Love, Boygenius is not an emergency," he said sternly before you responded, "SIMON, PHOEBE FUCKING BRIDGERS WILL BE SHARING THE SAME AIR AS US," you yelled back. Ghost was glad no one was around because he would never hear the end of it. "Calm down, I'll see what I can do," he said before reiterating his love for you and hanging up.

When Ghost returned home, you were in a deep depression. You opened the door and looked sadder than he had ever seen you. "What's wrong?" he asked, closing the door behind him and taking you into his arms. You let out a few tears as you sat on the couch together. He noted you were all decked out in one of your many Phoebe hoodies and shorts. "I wasn't able to get tickets," you sniffled, "they sold out immediately." You knew it was stupid but your heart was crushed. You would never get to see her live.

"Well good thing I know a thing or two about computers," he said before pulling out his phone to show you a confirmation email. Your eyes widened when you saw he had secured VIP tickets to meet the band and watch from the pit. "Happy anniversary, my love," he said and you were speechless for a moment. "Simon, I think I could marry you," you whispered as you hugged him tightly. "Anything for you darling," he said and kissed you. As you excitedly confirmed all the details and peeked at the set list, Ghost felt the need to poke fun at you. "Do you love her because she has a thing for skeletons too?" That earned him a light slap to the chest.

The day of the concert, you could've fainted upon meeting the band. They were all so much cooler than you could have ever imagined. As you talked Julien's and Lucy's ears off, Phoebe walked up to Ghost. "Sick mask dude, gotta get me one of those," she said in her deep, chill voice. Moments later, Ghost almost had to subdue you as you tried to force the mask off his face to give it to her.

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[ddejavvu]

mei it is i. the glen powell thirst has BEGUN (i am behind don’t yell at me) but IMAGINE hangman taking you on the change room bc he literally would not wait to get back to the dorms. your uniform does things to his brain

maddie ilysm i'm so happy we've been chatting again lately <3

this post is 18+, minors dni.

It's Hangman's biceps that cage you against the cool metal behind you, his muscled shoulders keeping you pinned, but apparently you're the desperate one.

"Shut up," He grunts when you accuse him of desperation, "Shut up, Y/L/N, you just couldn't wait until we got somewhere better, could you?"

"You dragged me in here," You dig your nails into his back sharply, leaving crescents that will burn red for hours. His hips jolt at the sensation, and his cock hits deeper inside your cunt than either of you had planned. Your hips jump as a result, and a soft whine escapes your throat, "You were the one that-"

"Shut up. God you're so- so fucking needy, aren't you? Had to have me right up against the wall," He drawls, his words misshapen and slurred as he takes breaks to bite against the flesh of your neck, "That's another level of desperate, Y/N."

He talks fluent shit, rambling on and on about how you're simply desperate for him, how you need him so badly that you'd jumped him right by the showers. But each time he uses a word like needy his cock twitches inside of you, and you wonder if even he believes the hot air he's blowing.

You test your theory, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and pulling him impossibly closer, inhaling the overwhelming scent of sweat and sex, "Mhm, Jake, I- I need you."

The resulting whimper came from your throat, Jake swears, after he catches his breath enough post-orgasm to speak.

[di-writes-stuff]

So It Goes…

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Chapter 1

A/N: This Barbie can’t stop thinking about Glen Powell!

TW: Not much, cursing, alcohol, suggestive content. Not quite smut, but close.

It's been a long time since you've been human. Since you've strayed from the well honed weapon you've been so meticulously trained to become. Always ready for the next order, the next mission, ready to die. It's never been more apparent than when you picked up the phone, heard that cold, stern voice on the other end.

"You've been called back to Top Gun."

The readiness with which you accept the order would scare you if it hadn't become so commonplace the second you signed on the dotted line. Married yourself to a military that couldn't care less if you live or die.

After all, there's always gonna be cocky youths from shitty homes eager to prove themselves. Be great, be something for the first time in their life.

You just actually managed to do it. Become great. Incredible, really. One of the most talented pilots in the Navy. So good, in fact, that you're neck and neck with the other best pilot in the Navy.

Jake fucking Seresin.

It's not as if you don't like him. He's horribly arrogant, and quite possibly the most insufferably conceited person you've ever met.

But, he's Jake. And as humiliating, practically degrading as it is, he worked on you. Stupidly well. The grins he'd send your way anytime you dared look at him. The lame one liners he'd try, the ones that'd make you smile even as you gave him endless amounts of shit for it.

The genuine moments, few and far between, when the facade dropped, when he was a person rather than a caricature.

A person who wanted you.

You'd convinced yourself it was just sexual later.

You'd reveled in the idea that it wasn't in the moment.

But it wouldn't work. It couldn't work. Not when your career hung in the balance. The one thing you'd ever built for yourself. The one thing you'd be risking to be with him. It'd be fraternization.

Forbidden.

And really, you couldn't pass it off as just sex, no matter how hard you tried. Not with the way he'd looked at you the first and last time you ever woke up in his bed. And so it ended.

Now you just have to hope to God he won't be there to start it up again.

……………………………………………………………………………………

The steps up to the Hard Deck are almost more familiar than your house's porch at this point. The creaky, aged wood beneath your boots, bowing under your weight after too many years of use.

As you walk in, the atmosphere is busy, but not uncomfortably so. Music floating from a jukebox, Penny at the bar ringing the bell to signal someone breaking one of her beloved rules. And of course, at the back of the bar bent over a pool table.

Jake.

The rest of your squadron is there too, but you couldn't care less. Not when like magnets clicking together, his emerald eyes flash up to meet yours, a grin appearing on his face as he stands up straight, propping his cue against the table.

Damn, he looks good. After years in the military, the whole "men in uniform" thing had become lost on you. Disenchanted. But...wow. His shirt is adorned with different service ribbons, all indicators of his numerous achievements.

You're even with him, something you're sure he'll manage to gripe about later.

"Vulture." He greets you with the call-sign he coined as he walks over, a smirk plastered on his face when he stops in front of you. You still remember how proud he'd been when he came up with that.

He was beside you at this very bar, leaning in as he explained it to Penny like a kid showing off a toy. "If she's in the sky, something's dead below." It was cool, you'd admit. Not to his face, of course.

"Hangman." You respond, trying to keep your voice even, dry, safe, despite the smile fighting its way onto your face.

He gives you an amused look, leaning against the wall beside you and staring down at you, his eyes dancing across your face like they can't pick a feature to focus on. "You know, sweetheart, you could muster up a little more enthusiasm."

You roll your eyes at the pet name, trying to come off annoyed. Yet, the smile wins over, spreading across your face as you look up at him. "Give me a reason to." You quip back, falling into a pattern with him as simple as breathing.

"We're friends, aren't we?" He asks, but he knows that's putting it simply. Overly simply. The layers to your relationship are innumerable, each different, half of them contradicting each other. Friends, co-workers, competitors... and something more. Something you're not sure there's a word for.

You're not willing to use the one that seems to fit. Four letters and dangerous.

"Is that what we're calling it?" You ask before you process that you shouldn't. It's risky to even skirt the subject. Openly discuss what you're both already painfully aware of. Because he'll see it as a green light. A gleaming sign that tells him he has a shot with you.

And that, more than anything, that's what he wants. What he's wanted since he met you.

"Bending the rules?" He asks cockily, ready to swoop in, widen the gray area that you just brought up.

"No." You answer sternly, feeling like a teacher reprimanding your rowdiest student. You walk past him, hoping he doesn't follow. Denying him gets exhausting, especially when deep you, you don't want to.

He trails after you quickly, knowing you're heading to the bar before you even make the turn.

“You know, I’m more stubborn than you are.” He says as he slides into the seat next to you, each move he makes smooth, practiced, even. “I’ll wear you down.” He adds, making you snort.

“Well, since you haven’t yet…” You trail off, knowing exactly what’s coming next. You walked into it, and a small part of you did it on purpose. For the reminder. The flashback to that perfect, drunken night.

You choose not to dwell on the morning that followed.

“Didn’t I?” He asks, lowering his voice, a smirk on his lips that makes shivers run down your spine. You sigh, rolling your eyes.

“That doesn’t count.” You answer just as quietly, stiffening up a little as he leans in even closer to hear.

He just smiles, leaning back a little, shockingly trying not to draw too much attention. “No take-backs, doll.” Every word, every response from his mouth is like he’s reading from a script. Perfectly delivered, perfectly timed.

Perfect.

It’s getting hard to remember why you won’t just give in.

“You’d never let me forget it, anyway.” You grumble back, propping your chin in your hand and making certain not to look at him, not to get caught in those green eyes like a fly in a web.

He scoffs, feigning offense as he leans against the bar top, trying to get you to look at him. And since you can only be strong so long, you give him what he wants. A dazzling smile spreads across his face when you turn to him, the tiniest glimpse of a matching one on yours. “Now why would you want to? You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself.” He’s got a horribly smug look on his face as he watches your eyes widen at the brazen volume he’s speaking at.

“Piss off.” You quip back with no real anger, looking away pointedly to hide the amused smirk on your face, the blush coating your cheeks as you recall that night.

His mouth right by your ear, hot breath fanning over your shoulder as he interlaced your hands, holding you firm as he whispered softly to you.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear ya.”

A soft kiss to your neck, then a searing one pressed to your parted lips.

“Doing so good for me. Just like that.”

The way his hands roamed over every inch of your body, carding through your hair, pulling your head back and giving him easy access to the sensitive skin of your neck. Then to your waist, like an anchor as a dent began to form where the bed frame was slamming against the wall. Your hips next, his hands staking their claim before his mouth, pressing kisses to each, slowly sinking lower down the length of your body, closer to-

You snap out of it as, similarly to then, his voice sounds close to your ear, his southern drawl more apparent the lower his voice goes.

“Reminiscing?” He asks, and you can practically hear the shit eating grin on his face. You look back to him, your faces impossibly close as he looks down at you, something more than pride glimmering in his eyes.

There’s no point in lying to him, he already knows he’s right. Besides, you’re sure he’s looked back on that night just as much as you have. Barracks get lonely, after all.

“This can’t happen again.” You say softly, hating how serious you have to be. Despising the way his face falls ever so slightly. A fracture in the act. A display of humanity, of proof that there’s something real, something tangible to this game you two play.

“We could make it work.“ He says, and the certainty in his voice isn’t just a byproduct of his ego. No, he really, truly believes it.

God, you wish you could too.

You sigh, the air around you suddenly feeling heavy. “No, we can’t.” Your voice is weak, like you’re begging him to prove you wrong. “We’re colleagues. That’s it.” You say with a finality you hate.

He just nods along, watching as you flag down Penny, ordering a drink. He quickly pulls a couple crumpled bills from his pocket, sliding them across the counter, his eyes locked on yours all the while.

“We’ve never just been colleagues, darlin’.” He says confidently. And he’s right.

You can’t take back what you did, and you certainly can’t change how you feel.

“Just…don’t make this harder than it has to be.” You say as you slide off the stool, knowing if you stay here longer, let his words make you dizzier than any liquor here, you’ll wake up in a bed that isn’t your own, and he’ll have won.

The nod he gives you says yes, but the look in his eyes speaks nothing but the truth.

The two of you could never be easy.

[ohboycharlie]

THE ELEVATOR ଓ｡˚.CL16 (part2)

part1 here for this. pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader summary: when the elevator becomes cupid.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

"I, I, I see how this is gon' go, Touch me and you'll never be alone

I-Island breeze and lights down low, No one has to know"

In this house, we worshipped taylor swift. After all, I took the 26th floor for a reason (13 x 2). And as Mother once said, there is nothing I do better than revenge.

I knew I was overreacting to the whole situation but then again as Conan Gray once said I love being dramatic because why would you ever deal with an emotion in a logical way when you could have the option of absolutely losing your mind. And to top it off, it was Charles Leclerc and I obviously needed a better reason to make him remember me rather than just a neighbour.

To get to know him better I looked into the F1 timetable and tried to seek long breaks where he could be home because I didn't want to make a fool out of myself when he wasn't even present to witness it. I mean why do something worth remembering when there isn't an audience. He was in Spain at the moment apparently and may be back after 2 weeks. So I had 14 days to think of something extravagant. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

A week passed and I still did not have my plan and that was devastating for me so I took comfort in the only movie I could and what a decision that was.

The movie 'Set It Up' was a masterpiece. Glen Powell? amazing. Zoey Deutch? powerful. The trope? scrumptidumptilicious. It was my comfort movie and thereby became my ultimate power move. There is this specific elevator scene where they break down the elevator so that these two people could get to know each other. What if I did the same? What if I asked someone to stop the elevator when we were in it and then I could act as if I was scared of elevators and freak him out. So cruel but then again so memorable. You would never forget someone who was having a full-ass tantrum in a close confined space with you. This was it. This was my final asshole moment.

Now all I needed was someone who was good with these things. I couldn't ask the building operator after all because they wouldn't understand me. But then again no one would willingly do that to their idol now would they? So I needed help and where to find it better than your friend.

Maya was let's say, an evil mastermind with a heart of platinum. I met her the day I joined my new office. She was my deskmate and I've never been more grateful for anything than that. Maybe my apartment but eh. She took the liberty to show me around Monaco. She also had a curious amount of exes and she had this weird power to get them to do all the work. One minute they're a mess, the next they're thanking her for the best time of their lives. So I knew I needed her to execute this plan.

"Oh my god girl where have you been? We haven't seen each other in like weeks now." It was true, I skipped the office last week for my master plan. "I need your help with something way outta pocket." "At this point, nothing is way outta pocket for me so just speak up." I needed to convince her because she knew who Charles was. So I told her the whole story and my plan and her response had me gobsmacked. "That's it? You want me to help you get a boyfriend?"

"Wrong. Not a boyfriend. I don't even know what just help me will you?" So she got an electrician sort of and we gave him a hefty amount so that he could keep his mouth shut. This sounds like something illegal but it's not...right? Next, I just had to set my timing right. He had to be present on the day I hoped he did. But then again if things worked like that, everyone would be living a merry life.

It was a few days later that I heard the noises again. From his apartment. Perfect. I tried to note down all the times he left his house but it was very hard because he was as stealthy as a cat unfortunately. One midnight tho changed everything. I was in my living room doing my work when I heard a loud thud and a string of 'shit, fuck, merde' and I knew I had my cat in the bag. Turned out he left his home between 1 and 2 every day so now my plan was on the table and in the works. It was all going to go down tomorrow night.

I called Maya to let her know when we needed the electrician. The plan was simple. When I would see Charles leaving, I would leave to with an excuse and sneak past him and above so that I could get the lift before him. The lift would then stop for him and we would be together until the 20th floor and then bam. A non-functioning elevator. Then I'll do what I needed to do. This was it. This was going to be the d-day.

part 3 here.

[redfurrycat]

🤠🧠🤔🐓Amnesia & Memory Loss Fic Recs🐓🤔🧠🤠

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Ao3 Authors: Attolians, Bottledyarn, Chase_acow, Discosleaze, Earthangel_44, Fearfrost1211, Harrietvain, KarenFreitas19, MerielTLA, Nighttimedawn, Renai_chan, Secretservicebadger, WaffleToaster, WeTheWriters.

> Time Travel/Loop & Reincarnation {🏍️☃️🤠🐓}

How do you like your coffee? by WaffleToaster {M}

Javy receives the first call after Jake makes an emergency landing on the tarmac and Bradley has to deal with the complications that arise. “Do we get along now?” “We do, yes. We’re.. good friends.” “That’s good. Cause you seem like a nice guy, Rooster.”

falling for you everytime by nighttimedawn {T}

Jake responded with a full body laugh, and, like they had done this a million times before, the two of them gravitated into a quick hug. He could see the astonished stare of Javy behind Jake, could sense that Phoenix was giving the same astonished stare behind him. And why shouldn’t they? For years, they had fought like children on a playground, pushing and shoving and yelling, never letting anyone get a word in otherwise. But now, now they were hugging and laughing like they’d been friends for years and even Bradley didn’t know where the animosity had gone. Or a time loop AU in which Bradley and Jake have spent years and years falling in love, but neither of them can remember.

if you don't remember by attolians

tonight you're a stranger {T}

“Captain Mitchell, thank god! Can you get me out of here?” Bradley looks between them, trying to hold up a hand as if to stall any of this. “Jake,” he says, breath trembling, “the mission was two years ago.” “No it wasn’t,” Jake says, lips tilting in that infuriating smirk. “It’s next week.” Bradley sags back into the chair, covering his face with both hands. “Captain?” Jake scoffs, apparently dismissing Bradley completely now. “It’s not Captain anymore, Jake. I’m retired.” ... OR the obligatory amnesia fic

just hold me {E}

Jake still doesn't have his memories back - he and Bradley try to find their way through

it's only been a moment {T}

Jake is stressing about when Bradley is going to propose now that he's got his memories back - he knows Bradley has the ring but he doesn't know when he'll see it again. Maverick invites them on a trip with Penny and Amelia which should be a great distraction. Only...Bradley's not proposing on their trip. He's not proposing...right?

Golden Boy by Earthangel_44 {E}

“Say it.” Jake says smiling. His face is so close to Bradley’s that Bradley has to duck his chin to look at him. “You’re a bird, Jake.” Bradley replies and Jake beams. “I already have the wings.” Jake says happily as he presses short quick kisses to Bradley’s lips. Bradley smiles and Jake kisses that too. “Now say you’re a bird.” Bradley laughs and he smiles until his eyes crinkle. “Well if you’re a bird, I’m a bird.” A Notebook AU because Glen Powell ships Hangster

Boys Only Want Love if it's Torture (don't say I didn't warn ya) by harrietvain {M}

How much had he forgotten? How far had he come in the past two years? He had friends waiting for him. He was in a relationship, apparently. A boyfriend, the nurse had said. A boyfriend who was very, very attractive, and incidentally, also his biggest rival and worst crush. Not a safe choice.

The death of piece of mind by MerielTLA {M}

Last time he had seen Jake, had been fourteen months ago. More than a year since Bradley had escaped, like a coward, and had completely lost contact with the man his body missed with a strength that terrified him. The man that had been there for him as he had woken up, disoriented and scared. The man that had taken care of him, as he fought against his ruined leg and a fucked-up mind. The one he had abandoned, at the first chance he got. The man that was his husband, the one he didn’t remember. Or Bradley left after losing his memory and forgetting his relationship with Jake, but now he has begun to remember and it's time to get his hubby back.

If I can't be close to you by WeTheWriters {M}

“Did you just call me, Bradley?” Are the first words out of his mouth, that lost look in his eye that bothered Jake more than it probably should, quickly morphing into one of amused curiosity. “Why, did you change your name?” Jake smirks, immediately slipping into the familiarity of their usual back and forth, if a touch more amicable now, after everything they’ve been through. “Nope.” Bradley screws up his face, squinting up at the sky through his fingers like it surprises him to find it there. “Then it looks like I did.” Jake shakes his head, sort of amused too. “Now, at the risk of sounding like I’m not happy to see you, what the hell are you doing here? I thought they’ll be keeping you on lockdown for the rest of the leave at least, with how freaked out everyone on the carrier was when we landed.” ~ Jake doesn't make it in time to save Bradley and Mav in the end. He's a second too late. The missile is faster, and Jake can't come to terms with that, his mind rejecting the reality that robbed him of so much. So Bradley conjures one last miracle - 7 days of borrowed time to make peace with it. 7 days to make up for the entire future they lost. 7 days to say goodbye.

We Were Nothing by Renai_chan {M}

Jake and Bradley were together during their first stint at TOPGUN. Bradley breaks it off with Jake afterwards. Later, they meet again at the special detachment training, and Bradley tries to rekindle their once-upon-a-time romance. Except Jake doesn't know what the hell Bradley's talking about.

when the sun came up(i was looking at you) by fearfrost1211 {M}

“Goddamn, you make a lot of noise,” a rough voice says from the door. Rooster startles, splashing water all over the sink. Hangman is standing naked in the open bathroom door.

Days Like This by chase_acow {E}

Jake's in Hawaii to lose himself after getting the Navy's first air-to-air kill in decades. Instead he finds a ramshackle diner, a cast of odd characters, and possibly the love of his life. Bradley goes to the Hard Deck to order waffles. He orders waffles. He goes to the Hard Deck to get some waffles. He goes to the Hard Deck, and who is this hot asshole acting like they know each other?

my hand(was the one you reached for) by fearfrost1211 {T}

Bradley turns to Nat. “What happened?” Everything is so bright. So loud. He wants to bury his head under the pillow behind him, but he wants something else even more. “Where’s Jake?”

strawberry wine by bottledyarn {T}

He’d heard yelling; he’d heard a few moments later the crunch of wood and metal of a door being kicked in; and his eyes had slit open enough an instant or a minute later to see a golden, terrified face appearing above him. Hands sliding desperately onto his cheeks, holding him still; long tan legs kneeling in a puddle of blood and water. He should’ve known then. He’d never seen Jake Seresin look so afraid. - Bradley Bradshaw always imagined himself going out in either a blaze of glory or a lavish retirement party. He never imagined his flight career ending from something as mundane as an off-the-job head injury. Then again, he also never imagined that Jake Seresin of all people would be at his side when he decided to drive across the country to cope with it.

I love you - It never ends by secretservicebadger {T}

They died there, foreheads pressed together as they held each other, Jacob’s arms circling Bradley’s head like a halo. They had so much left to do with no time to do it.

there's a limit to your love by discosleaze {E}

“Hello, is this Jake Seresin?” a female voice speaks from the other side, clipped. Jake frowns, glancing at the unfamiliar caller ID before he continues. “Speaking, who’s this?” “This is the Naval Medical Center, I’m calling from emergency room services. We have you listed as a contact for Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, is this correct?” Bradley gets into an accident and forgets, well, everything.

He doesn't remember we're married. by KarenFreitas19 {G}

Jake hears breathing next to him and looks expecting to see Javy, since he is his contact number, but what a surprise he has seeing Rooster. He frowns not understanding why Rooster is there, they aren't even friends. Or are they? Jake isn't sure, his mind is confused.

[frasier-crane-style]

Twisters

Not much to say about this. The original was a definitive three-star movie, and this one doesn't really go up or down. It's maybe half a star worse because the effects are ironically less convincingly; in the original, they drove through a real house! Here, while the CGI may be better, it's clear that's pretty much all they're doing. It'd be nice to see something beyond rain machines and greenscreen.

It's also a prime example of Everyone Is Perfect And Nobody's Horny. Bill Paxton in the original might've been handsome, but he wasn't a zero-percent-body-fat heartthrob. Here, as in the Roadhouse reboot, every single character from hero to villain to sidekicks looks like the lead of a CW show. It just goes to show we're really cooked as far as character actors go. Twister Singular had Alan Ruck and Philip Seymour Hoffman as eccentric storm chasers. Twister Plural has sexpot Katy O'Brian.

But hey, she has boyishly short hair! There's no way she's conventionally attractive!

There's another girl who smiles in a way that makes it seem like she doesn't have teeth, but that's it. She really does have teeth (perfectly white and straight, natch). But they talk with Southern accents and say 'woo!' a lot, so I guess they really are a ragtag bunch of misfits.

And Roadhouse Rebooted at least had an actual romance. This movie has the oddest love story where they go through all the motions of a romance--he teases her, she teases him, they start spending time together, gazing fondly at each other, saving each other's lives, climaxing in Glen Powell running through an airport to stop Tornado Lady (she has one of those British names with extra surnames) before she can get on her plane... so he can stare warmly into her eyes.

What is this, are the gays getting revenge for queerbaiting? Because they know that's all in their heads, right? Hollywood just sometimes makes movies about two guys who are friends despite both of them being handsome.

And I know you're going to say hurgle burgle Fury Road men and women can just be friends! Yeah, but you don't have to write them in the most overt love story imaginable and then go "Oh, but they don't kiss at the end! It's a twist!" What are you, Rian Johnson? Fuck off.

Apparently the official explanation is that they want to make a sequel and so they're going to drag the love story out into that and you can see why I think the first movie is better, because they just wrapped everything up and didn't try to make it a saga? Once every thirty years is one thing, but how much can you do with driving around in pick-up trucks, gazing concernedly at CGI tornadoes?

[glenscowboyhat]

my mom and i are apparently having a glen powell fueled weekend & we’re planning to watch set it up tonight! i’ve never seen it so i’ll let y’all know how it goes lol

[someotherdog]

* THE BROTHERS DESJARDINS .

SILAS DESJARDINS: 40, unemployed vagrant (legally listed as a ranch hand), the family's attack dog. the oldest brother, it was expected that silas would take over the ranch if their father ever died (or retired, which is just another form of death in big don's mind) but it soon became apparent from a young age that silas was not suited to ranching. he had a penchant for violence that big don realized he could exploit. instead of being primed to take over the ranch, silas was raised to help his father in the desjardins' more illicit matters. originally kept close to home, silas was let off leash at the age of twenty—he was staining the family name too much in town with his roguish behavior—and he's traveled the country since, stopping off in little towns and causing as much trouble as he can until daddy calls and says he's got a job for silas. multiple times a year, he returns to the ranch to help his father out and stay for a few weeks before he wears out his welcome and has to be turned loose... until the next job, of course. silas cares somewhat for his brothers, hank more than the other two, but his mother and sister are the only two people in the world that he'd claim that he actually loves. the dark side of the desjardins family is all he knows, particularly in the matters of cattle or horse rustling... and murder. boyd holbrook.

DALLAS 'DALLY' DESJARDINS: 36, ranch manager, the only one that actually does anything (in his opinion). the second oldest, dally originally expected to have an easy life—he was the spare, not the heir—but somehow, the roles flipped; silas became the black sheep, allowed to roam as he pleased, while dallas became the heir apparent. he just naturally suited ranching better, and by the time he was thirteen, big don had turned his eye on his second son to be his second-in-command. dropping out of school at sixteen, he earned his ged and became a prisoner to the family ranch. following after his father for the first twenty-odd years of his life, it was soon obvious that big don was slowing down more and more every month. by the time he was thirty-one, the whole ranch became his domain in all ways but legally. big don still acts like he runs the show, but everyone knows the ranch belongs to dally now. he's overconfident and boastful, given too much responsibility at too young of an age will do that to a man, but he's got a good heart and he treats his workers fairly and (mostly) kindly. he's got a heavy resentment towards silas that's barely a secret, but he dotes on his younger siblings, even if hank gets on his nerves. when it comes to the family's more criminal dealings, dally tries to turn a blind eye, but occasionally he'll have to help silas carry out a job—he tries to drink to forget those nights to little success. in the end, he'd do anything for his family, even if he thinks they don't always deserve his loyalty. glen powell.

HENRY 'HANK' DESJARDINS: 33, ranch hand, the lost boy. the third son and middle child, hank's always been a bit lost in the shuffle. he was expected to fall in line with dally, since silas was largely off the ranch by the time hank was old enough to take on more ranching responsibility. he was forced into a subordinate role that he never wanted, so he acted out as much as he could, but it didn't grant him the freedom or the attention that he wanted. it only made his parents try harder to fit into the family business, and by the time he was seventeen, he decided he was never going to be a rancher! big don and johna pressured him into dropping out of school like dally before him, but instead of joining his older brother on the ranch, he took a page out of silas' book and left for the open road. quickly, he fell into drugs and criminality, taking up with the cucuys motorcycle gang in california. for a few years, he ran with the gang doing whatever they wanted, running drugs and guns, but an atf shootout when he was twenty-four left him with a bullet in his knee and stuck in a cucuys-affiliated hideout in arizona. deciding he was ready to retire from the biker lifestyle—apparently his back tattoo and the oath of once a cucuys, always a cucuys had meant nothing to him in the end—hank retired to the desjardins' ranch with his tail in between his legs. big don welcomed him back... eventually. he had to start at the bottom, then work his way up, as if he had never been a desjardins in the first place. after a few years of proving his loyalty and worthiness with blood, sweat, and tears, hank has cemented his place as dally's right-hand man; his father, however, still treats him like some kid off the street. to deal with his father's coldness, hank is a regular at the local dive bar and his exploits with women around town are legendary (the exploits with men are a poorly hidden secret), and there's still a bit of biker in him when he comes up against anyone that has a bad word to say about the desjardins. hank loves his brothers, but he secretly resents dally for bossing him around all the time and idolizes silas to an unhealthy degree, longing for the freedom that his oldest brother has. eddie, his only little brother, he has complicated feelings towards—he views him as weaker, annoyed that eddie was the one desjardins boy allowed to go to college and live legitimately in the real world, but he'd die for eddie any day of the week. hank is more eager to help with the family's illicit affairs than dally, still yearning for the freedom and danger of being a cucuy, but he keeps enough plausible deniability to keep himself from any real legal trouble—big don only trusts silas with the really hard stuff, anyway. (in some verses, hank never returned to the ranch and he's still a cucuy.) austin butler.

EDDISON 'EDDIE' DESJARDINS: 29, lawyer, the odd one out. the youngest son and fourth child, eddie was of course expected to be just like his older brothers, forced to help out on the ranch from a young age. he was supposed to be hardy and boisterous and rowdy, and though he tried to be like that, it just wasn't who he was. his body was smaller, his personality quieter, and he communed with the horses as if they were friends instead of their livelihoods. big don initially rejected eddie's sensitivity, but soon realized it was a trait that could be useful; all his other sons were pressured not to finish their schooling in order to work the ranch full time, but eddie was pressured in the opposite direction. instead, he'd not only finish high school, but go on to college in new england, then continue on to law school—his older brothers weren't allowed to even think about furthering their education, while he was ordered to get his juris doctor. the only son not expected to work for the family on the ranch, eddie is forced to work for the family off of it. he's taken over the desjardins' legal matters, officially employed at a law firm in houston, but he visits the ranch a few times a month in order to confer with his parents and try to help out with the horses—if his brothers will let him (dally doesn't want his baby brother to get hurt, while hank thinks he hasn't earned the right to be on the ranch). the real black sheep of the family, his brothers love him but see him as some fancy yankee interloper, as if he hadn't grown up on the same ranch with them. he loves his little sister the most, while he considers dally to be his favorite brother since hank annoys him and silas terrifies him. eddie is fully aware of his family's criminal dealings as their lawyer, but big don keeps him far away from any of the actual dirty work, somewhat out of love for him, but mostly to keep his trusted lawyer's hands relatively clean. patrick gibson.

the role of the youngest desjardins child and the only daughter, jolene 'baby' desjardins is played by @thewolfruns

[geekgemsspooksandtoons]

You know with Twisters being big/hot right now. I'll just put this fan casting out there. Even though I had thought about making an edit of it. But it would seem tricky. And before learning more of his work, I mainly knew him from Top Gun Maverick.

I feel like Glenn Powell would be a good Corporal Andrew "Frosty" Harrison from Aliens versus Predator 2 2001.

Granted, while I imagine Harrison is in his 20's. But his real age is never made apparent. And I don't know if an adaptation of AVP 2 2001 would happen. But it's just an interesting idea.

Harrison is the main playable Colonial Marine from the game by the way. So, for any of you Glenn Powell fans. Hopefully you can imagine him in marine gear fighting Aliens and Predators.

Edit update I forgot to say maybe I'll make a poster/banner with Glen as Harrison. A fake movie poster/banner with Prince Predator and the main Alien...I'll see what I can do.

[lemotmo]

https://www.tumblr.com/lemotmo/759360919068377088/i-havent-seen-anyone-talking-about-the-crew?source=share

Apparently it's a song or main song of that new movie called Twisters (sequel to Twister) and called "we're not in kansas anymore" or something.

So I think Tornado disaster theories are getting stronger

Oooh, that's interesting.

(I really want to see that movie. I'm in my Glen powell era at the moment. Now that is one fine man.)

Yeah, we'll get some kind of tornado disaster for sure. Couple that with Kansas being mentioned and... someone is going to get hurt in that disaster.

Maybe they'll even hallucinate about another world or life? Eddie perhaps? Making some realisations along the way? 🤞🤞🤞

Thanks for letting me know!

[zendyval]

I don't know if you've discussed this but I was just on that ugly ass place called X and seeing some people argue whether Twister was successful or not.

Apparently the 90s film in 90s dollars made over 400 mill and this Twister 2024 with a known and famous movie before it, with the next global superstar sexiest man alive (jokes) lead Glen Powell made 300mill Domestic, and couldn't crack 50mill internationally.

So the argument is some people are calling it successful because it made good money Domestic but others are pointing out with a budget of 150-200mill it can't be considered a success, so much excuses and faffing around about how Deadpool cut it off before it could make money and just other bullshit, others arguing it couldn't even beat the 90s box office numbers, just all around interesting conversation in the movie space.

I personally want all movies to do well but the standard people hold for one movie vs another is crazy to me because I can already see this not even having a smallest effect on Glen going forward as it will be called a success, the same way I can see Furiosa making 170mil with a 168mill budget not affecting Anya because "it's not her fault the market didn't take to it".

I know nothing about Twister so won't really speak to this film particularly, but online film discussions have become so tiresome. Both in terms of quality of films and what defines success because literally nothing is good enough ever and most of it is at its heart a fan pissing contest because they want everything to be a "flop" besides whatever their faves do.

I do think it's entirely unfair to compare a megahit movie from the 90's to the performance of a movie at the box office today because the environment/world/circumstances are just totally different. So I do feel like anyone that leads with those arguments is being disingenuous.

I do find it hard to claim that a movie that did $300 million domestically is a flop in a sense of that is about all you can ask of a movie domestically. I also think how to determine the success of a film has changed also, with streaming and streaming deals and etc.

There may be legitimate conversations to have though on the size of film budgets and if most of them need to be less, in light of current box office expectations.

My other pet peeve is when twitter posts a movie clip of anything out of context to say it's the worst thing they have ever seen- either due to CGI, or acting, or the writing, or cinematography, etc. And it's usually not, it's just a movie clip posted entirely void of context so other people can pretend to sound smart. See when they posted that one Challengers clip or something and twitter decided that Lucas was a bad director and the editing/cinematography was bad.

[at-thestillpoint]

thanks for the tag, @dlea203!

What’s your lock screen, last song you listened to, last picture taken, and last movie you watched?

Lock screen: I actually have different lock screens for each of my different Focus settings (DND, personal, work, and sleep). This one, from my personal focus, is the most interesting image. The photo is of a beach in the Algarve from my trip to Portugal last year. I would like to be back there eating shrimp.

Last song: American Nights by Zach Bryan. It's not my favorite off his new album, but it's what my Daylist served up this morning. I've also been betrayed by the screenshot: it has been a very country-forward summer (as they always are).

Last photo: The light in my bedroom around 7:00 AM has been incredible the last couple of weeks, so I needed to capture it. There is nothing better than waking up to natural light instead of an alarm (except, of course, when you were up until 1:30 writing).

Last movie: Twisters, because I am incredibly bad at watching movies, but apparently I'll drag myself to the theater for Glen Powell. I'm trying to decide if I want to subject myself to the 4DX experience when it comes back in a couple weeks.

Tagging whoever wants to do this!