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#i have a probably embarrassing hyperfixation on this movie...

gatorbites-imagines · 9 months

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Hello~!

So may I request a poly ghost face (from 1996) where they have an autistic trans!reader. Ik a lot (I'm projecting) the reader stims vocally by mimicking what they say, and they have a special interest (am like bugs, gore, sharks, dinosaurs, something around those lines yk? I feel like gore would fit) the reader rambles and rants Abt their special interest a lot! Just those kinds of things. I feel like you'd be able to capture this perfectly, thank you! Have a wonderful time zone :)

Poly Ghostface x autistic trans male reader

Headcanons

I always headcanon Stu as having something like ADHD, or just more hyperactive autism.

Been a while since I wrote about these two, huh? I’ve kinda missed em, ngl. Hope it’s alright I took some liberties with the hyperfixations :)

I can imagine that maybe you were friends with Stu when you were kids, because you were both “weird” in other people’s opinion. Stu because he was too hyperactive and could never sit still, and you because of your weird interests and how you were quite antisocial at times.

Time would pass, you guys would grow older. Stu would become someone popular, as his erratic and hyper personality becomes something others admire because he’s fun, whilst you stay being the weirdo with too much interest in medical texts, insects, and decomposition.

Neither of you meant to do it, but you would grow apart. Stu would get his new friends, specifically Billy, and you would stay by yourself burying yourself in your special interests. Its not strange to find you flipping through medical books or books about the horrors of war and medical malpractice. The more pictures the better.

When its not medical texts and war pictures with as much gorey detail as possible in the text and pictures, you can be found reading about death and the work of being a mortician, the way a body decays, and all that.

And when its neither of those things, you can be found looks at bugs, lifting rocks or moving trash to see what critters you can find. You have a sketchbook you like to draw in, three ones at that, one for each hyperfixation since you don’t wanna mix the information in them.

Its in the many niche medical books you learn about being transgender, and suddenly how uncomfortable you are in your own body makes sense. You don’t need any friends, or your families support to transition, that’s what you tell yourself at least.

You haven’t really had any real friends since you split form Stu when you were kids, and your creepy interests chase off anyone who might attempt to befriend you.

So, when you show up one day to school and openly tell people you are now a boy, no one really questions it, because why would they? You’re already weird, and compared to all your other quirks, being a boy is probably the most normal thing about you.

Through all these years you haven’t experienced as much bullying as you probably would have anywhere else, all thanks to Billy and Stu.

Stu because he still sees you as his friend in some way, and Billy because he’s fascinated by you. One day after you had come out, he walked behind you and saw you drawing detailed diagrams of top surgery in grotesque detail, and Billy has been hooked since.

At some point you and Billy would end up talking, one way or another. Maybe it was at the video store around Halloween one night, maybe the year Sidney’s mom died, and Billy would ask your opinion on the horror movie selection.

Youd grimace and say they sucked since the gore was so unrealistic, which Billy, the freak, would definitely ask into why you thought so. This would lead to you infodumping to him for a long time, going through multiple movies and explaining how its unrealistic and what would have made it better.

As infodumping goes, you don’t even realize how long you’ve been standing there talking to one of the hottest guy at your school about fictional gore, until Randy has to tell you guys that the store is closing soon.

You end up getting real embarrassed about wasting his time like that, which Billy is quick to tell you that nothing was wasted because he loved talking about it with you and hearing what you had to say. He would love to talk again some time.

You don’t really believe him, until he searches you out the next day in your shared free period when you are sitting outside drawing bugs and beetles, dragging Stu with him of all people. You haven’t actually interacted with Stu in a while, so you cringe and get jitters when he hugs you and gets into your personal space.

Its Billy who has to remind him of personal space, and before you know it, they’ve asked in about your special interests, and then they just sit back as you infodump and show them the pictures and drawings you have in all three of your sketchbooks, making the two Woodsboro killers fall for you harder and harder.

Time would pass and you three would start spending a lot of time together, Billy and Stu always hanging around you to listen to what you have to say, never growing tired no matter how much you infodump.

Stu would be the first to confess his feelings, as he feels fast and he feels strong, so one day when you two are laying on his bed and you’re talking about the difference between two beetles who look almost the exact same, whilst also talking about lungs and how they’re built, Stu just leans over and kisses you.

You would be so confused, until Stu tells you that he really likes you, he would even spill the beans that Billy feels the same way too. As if summoned, Billy would show up and Stu would be all like “right Billy? You like him too, right?” and Billy would facepalm cuz he planned on confessing in a much better way.

But hed agree and say he fell pretty damn hard for you, but neither rushes you in your decision as they know it’s a big step. I can imagine Stu also rambling about how hes always liked you since you were kids, even before you transitioned, and how he actually started liking you even more afterwards because you looked so much more comfortable with yourself and who you were.

At some point you would come to the conclusion that you felt the same way, and boom, now you got two boyfriends who like you for who you are, and would stab a bitch if they tried to disrespect you in any way, shape, or form.

When the ghostface killings happen, you wouldn’t be at the party since they are super overstimulating, but you would go to the hospital to check on Billy and Stu since they are the only “survivors”.

I thought it would be funny if you developed a special interest in the ghostface killers and started a fourth sketchbook filled with your notes and theories, but you would keep it hidden form Billy and Stu because you fear it would trigger their trauma, since you don’t know they are the killers.

The fourth sketchbook would also have rants you can’t put anywhere else, like how certain people have hatecrimed you because of your gender, or because you are “weird”, and how some dark sick part of your brain wants the ghostface killers to kill them.

At some point your boyfriends would find the sketchbook and go through it together, whistling as they see the detailed analysis made for each kill, and how you are so close to figuring it out. But when they read all the stuff you’ve written you never told them, it angers them that people have been hurting you without them knowing.

You wouldn’t have told them since you didn’t want to worry them, and it wasn’t their fight in your opinion. Billy and Stu decide that they have to pull out the masks once more, seems they have a couple of horrible people to get rid of for mistreating you.

Imagine your surprise when one night you walk into your room stimming with both your hands and repeating stuff that Billy and Stu said earlier that day, only to find not one, but two people wearing ghostface gear in your room.

It takes you a little too long to even spot them as you were scribbling in your death sketchbook, having gotten a sudden spark of inspiration on the way home from your apprenticeship as the local funeral home.

You almost get to scream before they pounce, never actually hurting you but clamping a hand over your mouth, their gloves wet with what you can smell is blood. After they make you promise to stay quiet, they unmask and reveal who they are.

You buffer like an old computer for a little too long, before smacking the shit out of both of them, wacking them in the chest for not telling you. Your opinion on death and murder are probably really twisted, and the people they’ve killed have either hurt you or you had no relationship with them.

It does light up every light in your hyperfixations though, and you might demand them to explain what killing someone is like, or what a freshly killed body looks like for your sketchbooks.

Billy would grin and try to kiss you, because how can you be so perfect? But you’d wave him off with a grimace and demand Stu explain once again what it was like stabbing someone so you can get it all down in your book.

I don’t know if youd join them as a third Ghostface, but they might take you along every now and then, letting you roam the place after they’ve done their thing if the chance is there. I could imagine them taking pictures of things for you too.

I’m imagining them both dressed up as ghostface, except no mask, both kissing at your cheeks and neck and being all lovey dovey and almost purring, whilst you are sketching down the different pictures and notes about them.

They love you so much, its insane. You’re gonna have them hanging on you for the rest of your life, sorry man, I don’t make the rules. Even if you move to another city and start studying to be a professor or like, investigator for the FBI, they would go with you. It would even help them in their Ghostface work as you are an expert in them not getting caught.

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laneydays · 2 years

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ghost boy headcanons

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billy showalter

adults and old people LOVE him. take him to meet ur parents, do it

but also hes the type to act way different with ppl his age than adults

kind of a smart mouth.... but in a cool kind of annoying way

twirls his hair a lot LMAO

crosses his arms when he's upset mad sad or annoyed

loves coca cola and root beer

adores dogs, his dog is his best friend

extremely supportive of queer identities even if he isnt queer himself

love language is acts of service

just loves to be helpful

feels bad if people do stuff for him though

griffin stagg

autistic

is lowkey a menace sometimes

but also a sweetheart

he likes weird unexpected shit for someone his age

incredibly smart but doesn't rlly know that

great at art

doesnt curse a whole bunch but when he does he curses like a sailor and he does it good

doesnt know how to match his clothes for the life of him

wears bandanas to pull his hair back, gets made fun of and called a girl for it

everyone just wants to kiss and hold him like a little kid, he doesn't understand it

doesn't like when people baby him

love language is gift giving, probably picks up random shit to give to you

"here have this rock" "i got a pretty flower for you" "i found a cola bottle cap"

you keep them all

vance hopper

adhd probably

pinball hyperfixation need i say more

he's actually pretty chill when hes not angry. if u don't bother him he's real quiet

aromatic and asexual. no he wouldn't be a player

but also is open to meeting someone, whether its platonic or romantic (remember aroace people can still date)

tries to act tough but hes just a big nerd tbh

smoked a cig once. never again, hated it

gets very mad at people when they make fun of his choker, he gets embarrassed

acts homophobic but he really doesnt care

would probably beat someone up if they made fun of a queer kid

that doesnt stop him from saying "thats gay" as a (joking) insult however

doesn't really have a specific love language, just anything to show you care he appreciates it quietly

not big on physical touch but he doesn't mind it

collects vinyls

wears a looot of denim

finney blake

also autistic

space special interest

kind of good at drawing

literally wouldn't hurt a fly

his jokes are so unfunny that its funny

sounds like an angel when he laughs and looks like one when he smiles

and its hard to get a smile out of him

carries that little spaceship with him everywhere, freaks out if he can't find it

cant think of anything else for him

doesn't have a specific love language either, just anything to show that u care

bruce yamada

bro is not as good in school as everyone thinks he is

but tries very hard and does his best

really loves history

i feel like this is obvious but he collects baseball cards

flexes them on you every time you come to his house and it gets a little annoying

is the nice guy of the friend group

probably the corniest person ever

is pretty funny but when he tries to be funny it doesn't work

love language is quality time definitely

also physical touch, just the little things though like touching shoulders or brushing fingers

robin arellano

wears his bandana literally every day and it smells so bad

says its to keep the hair out of his face

bro is gorgeous without it

his wardrobe is 70% sleeveless shirts

a huge showoff and a sucker for praise

laughs at potty jokes every single time

his humor is fake flirting

very protective but he isn't scary at all

fucks up the school lunch like its his last meal

probably complains about it though

can talk to literally anyone and everyone, its really nice

he's.... not great in school but he tries to be nice to the teachers

passes notes in class 24/7 and he gets in trouble so much for it

canon movie fanatic, loves watching them even if they suck

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notahungryjoke · 5 months

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Welcome to my hyperfixation over the new Hungarian NT movie that just dropped about the journey to the Euros 2024:

- can't press skip skip skip enough on the Szalai Ádi scenes ( i have a nasty agenda towards him and i can't be swayed on that)

- Domi saying "this is the national team, not Szoboszlai's team" SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK 🗣️

- Ádám Martin is such a simple soul, God bless him. "paraszt gyerek" (~country boy~) self-aware king! 👑🍗🇭🇺

- Mr. Rossi speaking Italian is pure filth. He has such a soothing voice and Italian is beautiful anyways, I could listen to him for hours and I don't even understand a word. 🤌🏼🇮🇹

- Varga Barnabás is extremely "szegény legény" coded [the likeable protagonist in folk-tale, who you are supposed to be rooting for] "ott próbáltám szerencsét" having to try his luck in Austria, give him his Struggle'of Dor!!

- Give Mr. Rossi a life contract, idc!! Also, not Domi exposing him for being stressed and self-conscious in the beginning, what a snitch 😭

- I wonder who approved of these shots, because it feels like I'm watching Eastern-European gay porn. ( Szijjártó and Dzsudzsák probably)

- Sorry Captain Domi, I'm sure you are a great motivational speaker, but I can't listen to this without having second-hand embarrassment😭

- Szalai Attila after his own goal against Serbia in September: "Only I can score against Dini." 😭😭 at least he was being funny about that (it's ok, we ended up winning that one, too!)

- Sigh, I wish I could give you context to this, but there's none. No amount of gaslighting from geography professors will convince me that we are not actually a Balkan country.

- Daddy Dibusz

- Botka saying "minus 10 years from my after this match" after that horrendous last-minute draw against Bulgaria that earned us the qualification. BROTHER, I DON'T WANT TO POINT FINGERS, BUT THAT'S BECAUSE OF YOU. if you dive, at least make it good

- He's just a boy who captained his country to the Euros, don't talk to me and stop cutting onions 🥹🫶🏼

- Dibusz saying "wow, finally, a calm and relaxed match" after that shitstorm against Bulgaria away, with the last minute equaliser, then rolling his eyes .. FATHER SAVE ME, I'M SO MOVED BY SASSY DINI

- This picture feels like I'm looking at the future and I love it!

- The team facetiming the injured Sallai Roli and Séfi after the qualification will never not move me. Family ❤️

- Hungary going into the Euros 2024:

If you are here, thank you for reading this and if you are still interested in this shit team, here's the link. Much love to mighty magyars 🇭🇺🦅

#hungarian nt #hungary #captain szobo #dominik szoboszlai #sallai roland #andras schafer #adam martin #varga barnabas #milos kerkez #dibusz

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aclowntiny · 7 months

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Hiiiiiiiiii! So I have a new hyperfixation

And I'm thinking I totally need to know

Who in ateez is mlt to let you hypnotize them

Ngl hypnotizin your friends (or ur boyfriend) during some game nights or parties seems fun

Ooh interesting! One day late 😅 but a good Halloween post hehe

Most Likely to Let You Hypnotize Them

Most: San, Wooyoung, Hongjoong

Middle: Yunho, Jongho, Yeosang

Least: Seonghwa, Mingi

San is up for anything! He’s adventurous AND he trusts you. Naturally curious, once he hears about it San is eager to experience the sensation, if any, so he may even ask you about it. Preferably without the other members around though if you want to make any embarrassing requests! San isn’t a horror guy, so in his mind this would be much more fun to celebrate Halloween or get into creepy stuff than a haunted house or scary movie! Wooyoung is a lot like his bestie, very curious and up for a challenge. He trusts you too and kind of likes the whole ‘do what you want with me’ vibe! Would probably crack a tom of jokes like ‘ohhhh, what are you going to have me doooo?’ so feel free to shut him down and tell him he’s going to be doing the chicken dance soon! 😏 He also loves the theatrics, so he’ll want all the lights off and every bit of performance you both can put in! For a serious practice, he sure has you guys laughing! Hongjoong would also be down to try it- he’s curious, too, and always looking to explore different muses and ways people express themselves. Who knows, maybe the motions and sensations can inspire things in his mind! It’s also a way to get to know you and he wholeheartedly wants involvement in anything related to your passions, even if it means getting hypnotized! Hongjoong will likely also request it’s just between you two, though, because it is a more personal, vulnerable moment in his eyes.

Yunho is good-natured, so he’d probably laugh the first time you bring it up, then gape and say ‘oh, really?’ But when he sees how serious you are, sure, what the heck? He’s sitting down asking if you’re going to swing a watch in front of his eyes or make him look at swirly stuff. Probably while imitating the swirls in front of his eyes. ‘Wooooo!’ ‘Yunho, you have to be quiet!’ ‘Oh, sorry.’ It’s a fun time, you guys are both laughing by the end of the night and he probably asks you to teach him some new dance moves. Jongho is down, but sort of in the way of ‘prove to me this is real’. He’s very practical and grounded in reality, so without offending you he may be thinking hypnosis is some movie BS or that his mind is strong enough to resist! So it’s a challenge for him, one he’s shrugging and giving you a determined smile into as he sits down. He can’t keep a straight face as you stare deadpan into his eyes, bursting out laughing several times, but he really does want to see what it’s all about even if he just feels he’s watching a performance . After all, you’re his favorite person to watch! Yeosang is kind of similar to Jongho where he isn’t sure he believes it’ll work. He’ll make the most jokes and quips about what you’re going to make him do, but in the end he’ll try it without much actual reluctance. He probably also has questions about how you fell upon this interest in the first place because he’s never known any hypnotists before- not that that’s a huge shock! Probably the best at keeping serious and deadpan once he gets into it because he isn’t sure what to think lol.

Seonghwa is a little hesitant at first, probably asking some questions about if you can bring him back, but it’s just because he takes the art seriously. He’s the type who wants to believe, so it’s something potentially powerful in his mind. Once you assure him you won’t make him do anything bad or do anything to him per se, he sits down, eyes boring into yours so seriously. You may need to reassure him that it’s ok, but he can never say no to you, don’t worry! Mingi is so the type to talk tough when you bring it up, but when you sit him down to do it he’s like ‘Wait whoa what about-’ and then he has a bunch of questions. He’s sort of 50-50 on if he believes, but he doesn’t want to be wrong if he laughs it off so he asks questions on if it’s permanent or if he’s going to get haunted. In the past, he has mentioned being scared of demons and evil spirits, so things like hypnotism even if they aren’t as spiritual would probably elicit some concern. So he’ll want an education on what it really is and entails once he finds out you were serious.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #who in ateez #ask #anon #requested #1k party 🪅

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floating-above-sea-level · 5 months

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do you have any sleepy headcanons for securitywaiter? like what their sleeping arrangements are, do they cuddle or annoy each other, who wakes up first, etc. :0

Thank you for asking anon I will absolutely pull some sleepy headcanons out of my ass because 💥💥💥

SecurityWaiter/DreamTheory sleepy headcanons 😋😋😋

-Ness, when not on an AuDHD hyperfixation spree or working late hours, actually has a pretty good sleep schedule and can fall asleep fairly easily

-Mike on the other hand is a huge insomniac nightmare haver who can only sleep if he has help of some kind, like the nature sounds and medication in the movie (though I think in the movie the nature sounds were specifically to help trigger dreams abt that memory so idk why this fandom acts like it’s just a thing he likes but also like whatever idk- /lh)

-it takes Mike a longgg time to be comfortable enough to be willing to sleep in even the same house or room as Ness, let alone the same bed, but he eventually comes around to it. At first he is veryyy “do not touch me it’s a miracle I’m even letting you stay here like I love you but please just don’t” and Ness respects that, but as they get more comfortable with each other they become HUGE cuddlers

-Ness just likes giving affection in general so they’ve never had a problem with cuddling or anything, but Mike had to warm up to it (dysphoria + not used to this kind of affection or relationship = touch is weird) but when he does, he learns he absolutely LOVES IT

-Mike learns via hugging and cuddling Ness that he loves the deep pressure stimming that comes with it so cuddling with Ness actually helps him relax a lot. After a long day or a stressful event, he’ll come home to/invite Ness over and just cuddle with them and he’ll actually be able to fall asleep in less than an hour which for Mike is CRAZY

-Ness love love LOVES watching Mike sleep and just playing with his hair or tracing his face or rubbing his back as he’s zonked out. In part just cause he thinks Mike looks cute and in part because he likes to stay up at least a little longer to help with Mike’s nightmares. If they notice him having one, they’ll gently wake him up by whispering to him, nudging his shoulder, and kissing his face, and then they’ll comfort him until he falls asleep again

-even if Ness helps him sleep, Mike still has nightmares pretty often, and any time he has them after Ness has already fallen asleep, he usually feels too embarrassed and nervous to wake them up or anything, so he’ll usually just sit in bed for a minute, trying to relax, getting up and getting some water or going to the bathroom or something and then coming back. Ness isn’t a very heavy sleeper though so all that usually wakes them up anyways and they’ve learned what it all means so they just go straight to comforting him, making sure to tell him repeatedly that they are more than ok with Mike waking them up if he needs them (it takes a long time but he eventually gets comfortable enough to do so)

-on a normal occasion, Mike likes to be the big spoon because lowkey gender euphoria + wearing his binder means he doesn’t have to worry abt his chest being in the way and all, and Ness is fine with that, he loves his little backpack 🫶🫶🫶 /hj but when SLEEPING, Mike is the little spoon because dude needs to be held and protected for once in his life and Ness is the big spoon who is very careful not to touch his chest until given permission to do so (which takes a veryyyyyy long time lol)

-most of the time they’ll fall asleep cuddling, Mike laying his head on Ness’ chest while Ness plays with his hair, or spooning, or Ness laying on top of Mike for some extra pressure stims, but they absolutely end up a sprawled mess of tangled limbs and soft snoring after they fall asleep

-yes they both snore, Mike snores louder though, Abby HAS complained in the past (he’s not THAT loud but I can’t imagine it’d be that hard to hear given their small house. The walls are probably paper thin anyways)

-Mike almost only has nightmares or doesn’t dream at all, Ness on the other hand dreams all the time and they are the wackiest shit ever and he has a dream journal and stuff and he rambles to Mike about trying to analyze them

-Ness wakes up first, they’re an early bird and like taking care of morning stuff and helping Mike wake up and yada yada

-I still can’t decide which one is freezing cold and which one is like a human heater. Personality wise I’d say Mike is cold and Ness is warm, but like vibe that I specifically am getting is that Ness would be cold and Mike would be warm and they’d both be shocked abt it. Either way one of them is warm and one of them is cold and they cuddle to balance out but also will argue about sleeping conditions (“stop hogging the blanket” “can you turn the heat a little higher then?” “Absolutely not” “babe I’m freezing” “yeah well this is the only way I can sleep idk what to tell you”)

-Mike sleeps in a lose t shirt and shorts/boxers, Ness will too but at least Ness actually HAS pajamas and will wear them

-now that I’m thinking about it, logically idk when they’d EVER get the chance to actually sleep together, at least not without Mike changing jobs, because their work schedules are literal opposites…but let’s just…ignore that…for now…ig since Ness can kinda work whatever hours he wants, they could get their sleep like before Mike goes to work or after they take Abby to school or smth, irdk lmao

-to be fair, realistically Mike ABSOLUTELY changed jobs after the events of the movie and he canonically worked there less than a week, but it seems this fandom collectively agrees that “nah he still works at Freddy’s cause it’s funny and also like the animatronics clearly need to be watched and stuff soooo…yeah 🤗🤗🤗” which fair enough me too fuck canon /hj

-erm anyways idk what else to say for now, might make more later, you know the drill 🫶🫶🫶

#securitywaiter #dreamtheory #fnaf #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #ness the waiter #mike x ness #ness x mike #heacanons #queer #trans #neurodivergent #audhd

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coconutcordiale · 2 years

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tailspin pt two (take me back, to the night we met)

pairing- jake 'hangman' seresin x female bartender!reader (no use of y/n)

synopsis-

“When was the last time you went on a date? Better yet, when was the last time you got laid?”

Somewhere to your left Hangman chokes on his beer. You debate purposefully choking on a lime, so Penny is forced to do the Heimlich on you and forget about Alex.

warnings- 18+ only, explicit cheating (once again this is not an oops didn't see his wedding band fic), piv sex, thigh riding, teasing/begging, belt as restraints, jake is fed up and has a dirty mouth, lil bit of rank kink, probably some praise kink and dumbification idk, men are generally shitty (not necessarily hangman but also definitely hangman if you think about the premise of this story)

length- around 8k words I think, I got carried away sorry

an- this is the second part of tailspin, vignettes of the beginning of the reader x hangman relationship. this is a flashback so not set in the same time span as the other three parts

chapter title credit to the night we met by lord huron

basically, my plan to write smut for rooster and end this hyperfixation with top gun that’s keeping me from focusing on flight school didn't work so here's 8k words of hangman stuff, can't get the characters from this damn movie out of my head

Before.

Take me back, to the night we met.

“Thank you, my dears.” Hangman is nearly beaming, gorgeous green eyes bright and crinkling at the edges.

Penny turns away, and he rakes his eyes down your body like he’s been in the desert for weeks, maybe months, and you’re the only source of water.

You raise your eyebrows at him, aiming to knock him down a few pegs with an unimpressed purse of your lips—though you’re not entirely sure you manage it while heat is igniting under your skin. When he pulls his gaze up to yours, he doesn’t bother looking embarrassed at being caught, throwing a wink your direction.

It almost makes you laugh, you expected nothing less than shameless from him, having carefully noted that self-important demeanor pouring off in waves the moment he walked into the Hard Deck. Maybe you’re being a little rash, but you’re pretty sure you know his type, a guy who knows how handsome he is and uses it to his utmost advantage, to distract everyone from all the flaws he spends so much time silently counting in himself. Even beautiful people tend to have glaringly obvious defense mechanisms.

The hunger in his eyes still strikes a match deep within you regardless. It's something you’d be embarrassed to admit out loud, but it hasn’t happened in a long time.

Then, like it was nothing, like he didn’t just eye fuck someone he met two minutes ago in a bar full of people, in their place of work no less, he takes his beers and saunters back to the pool table where his friends are waiting for him.

No one’s ass has a right to look that good in khaki. It’s cruel, really.

Hangman knows your eyes will be following him after that little display, and maybe he shouldn’t have been so obvious, but can you really blame him, if he wants a pretty girl’s attention on him?

The day he turns that down he’ll call Cyclone to ground him permanently, because clearly his life is over.

“Is he always like that?” You ask Penny when he’s safely out of earshot, desperately trying not to betray the heady effect those sculpted arms have on your brain.

“Ignore him,” Penny chuckles. “He’s always been a flirt, even worse before he got married.”

Married, you remind yourself with a quick glance at the band on his left hand.

“That’s not what I meant, he hardly even said anything,” you manage to say out loud, despite the flashes of him panting above you that are suddenly running through your mind.

You find yourself wondering how far the pink beginnings of his sunburn extends, if it goes all the way down his abs, if he he's hiding chest hair underneath that undershirt, or a little line of hair going down into his waistband, when Penny pulls you out of your daydream.

“Hangman doesn’t need words to flirt.”

•••

The flirt in question ends up coming to the Hard Deck more and more after work, falling back easily into old habits he thought he’d grown out of when he and Katelyn had Callie. He tells himself it’s because he needs a breather after fighting the urge to smack overconfident pilots he’s supposed to be teaching upside the head all day.

It’s not because he wants to feel your laugh permeating the air around him, and definitely not to watch your raised eyebrows and pursed lips fighting back a smirk when you put cocky Navy guys in their place.

“Magellan,” he hears one of the young pilots say to you as he walks in, chest puffing out, obviously proud to have the callsign of a famous explorer.

“Do they call you that because you’re shit at directions?” You ask dryly, eying his stature.

Hangman nods a vehement yes from behind the pilot, earning a small chuckle from you. Before Magellan can piece together what’s going on behind him, the blonde sits down in what is quickly becoming his favorite barstool, not missing the way your eyes break from the younger man to follow him.

“I’m here,” he announces instead of commenting on it, effectively cutting off your conversation with the other pilot. “What are your other two wishes?”

You attempt to make your laugh sound mocking and not genuine, but you don't know if you pull it off. He always makes you giggle like a high school girl, no matter how bad the line. You just pray your voice doesn’t sound nervous as you ask, “Has that ever actually worked for you?”

He smiles amicably at your thinly veiled insult. “Sue me, I’m a little rusty, been out of the game a long time.”

“The fact that you unironically call dating a game tells me you were probably never winning in the first place,” you roll your eyes, hoping he doesn't notice your retort barely making any sense. Hard to be on your A-game with him smirking at you like that.

“So, that’s not a game you were in the middle of when I got here?” He counters, chin tilting in the direction of Magellan’s now vacated barstool.

“Not a game I intend on actually playing.” You shrug. “He’s a little young for my taste.”

An imperceptible flash crosses his tanned features, and you’re dying to know what it means, but you turn to reach into the cooler for a beer before you can focus too hard on it.

By the time you’ve turned back to hand him the beer, it’s gone.

Hangman convinces himself it’s innocent, he simply enjoys hearing the laugh that falls from your lips when he says something particularly cheesy, that you treat him like everyone else that throws half-joking advances your way. The pit in his stomach remains unsettled, but he pointedly ignores it.

He can lie to himself all he wants, but he always catches your eyes lingering a beat too long on his hands around a pool cue, notices the way you steal glances at him, when you think he’s not paying attention.

If only you knew that he’s always paying attention to you, has been since the moment he got back to North Island. His skin tingles as his body stays attuned to you, knows wherever you are in the room even with his back turned.

He’s used to it, being admired, he knows what he looks like. There’s something different about your regard of him, though, like when you examine his hands you already know everything they’re capable of, and the things they would stutter with nervousness at.

It terrifies him, the way you seem to see straight through him.

•••

Sometimes, when his jokes have more barbed edges than usual and he’s looking for someone to go toe to toe with him, he turns to you for the banter. Sometimes, you go along with it. You work at the Hard Deck; you know how to handle his kind.

Sometimes, and somehow always when he needs it the most, you answer his quips with gentle words and understanding looks, as if you know what the bravado is really covering up for.

“My leg hasn’t stopped twitching all day,” Hangman admits after you’ve called him out for his bad mood, rolling his beer in his palms. He’s aware he’s probably warming it up, but he’s too antsy to be bothered with ruining his drink. “I don’t know what to do when I feel like this, what it means. It’s like I’m—”

He cuts himself off, staring at his bottle like the label might have the words for him.

“Restless,” you supply. “Like an itch under your skin.”

“Yes,” he breathes out, so quiet if your attention wasn’t already centered on him you might not have heard.

There’s a long silence before he speaks again, but when he does it all comes out in a rush. “Sometimes I feel trapped by my life. I know that sounds childish, but it makes my heart race, and my leg won’t stop shaking, my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, and I can never figure out why.”

“Maybe you’re scared,” you suggest, softly, like you think he might be mad at you. Some people would cackle at the very idea, Hangman, scared?

But it’s you, and you know better. “That itching under your skin, to be free, it scares you because it makes you feel out of control."

He gives you a long, searching look, so you continue.

“You feel trapped because you’re constantly holding back. When you’re in the air, you get to feel free while still being in check, but flying is only one piece of your world now. It can’t make up for the unrest you feel in the rest of the puzzle.”

Hangman takes a long chug of lukewarm beer as your words sink in.

He’s used to holding back, being disciplined. But it breeds this discomfort, deep within. He’s chomping at the bit for something more, feels like he’ll crawl out of his skin if he doesn’t get it.

That’s why he flies, why people like Rooster and Phoenix hate the way he flies, just on this side of reckless. Always pushing for more, one second quicker, one knot faster. It’s the only place in the world he feels like himself. But on days like this, it doesn’t seem like enough.

He’s never allowed anyone, even his wife and especially his daughter, to see him out of control. He knows you’re right, knows he gets edgy from holding so tightly on the reigns for too long, from pretending to be normal, from playing like this is the life he always planned on. But going through the motions of being normal and stable does make them true, to some degree. What’s the difference between performing the part of a good family man and actually being one? Just because sometimes it’s an act doesn’t mean it isn’t a part of him.

Jake always thought it’d go away, that he’d grow out of this itch under his skin. He married a nice girl because that’s what he was supposed to do. He bought the suburban house, got the white picket fence, the life that a decent military man gets when he grows out of sleeping with a different girl every night.

He loves his daughter, he truly does, would die for her without a second thought. But sometimes he looks around, at this life that he was supposed to want and thinks, now what?

He always figured there was something wrong with him, but that he’d be able to stomp out the rebellion burning in his chest the older he got.

He never considered maybe he settled before he really knew what love was supposed to feel like.

Too late now.

•••

Hangman’s mouth is drier than the Sahara.

You’re wearing a dress.

His brain has been short circuiting since he walked in and saw you in that tease of an outfit. He’s willing himself to say something, literally anything, besides breathing out an order for you to bend over.

“That’s a nice dress,” he says finally. Having recovered somewhat he jokes, “Can I talk you out of it?”

Only a couple steps above want to let me fuck you senseless in front of all these people? But he’ll take what he can get at this point. With your normally jean clad legs on display, his self-control has all but jumped out the window of a moving car.

You don’t know what possessed you to put it on for work, but you’ve already decided you’re not going to examine the impulse too hard. It’s nothing scandalous, a simple black sundress long enough not to give everyone in the bar a show when you bend down to grab bottles from the cooler, but short enough that it shows off your legs, soft from being exfoliated by the California sand.

He doesn’t need to know about the warmth that spreads from your fingertips to your toes when he notices your outfit, you’ll take that little secret to your grave.

You’d be an idiot not to notice his jokes getting more direct. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it.

It’s harmless, you try to convince yourself. He’s a flirt, you’re a flirt, it’s not like either of you would ever do anything about it.

If he weren’t so tall, so tan, so blonde, so Hangman you’d probably think he was a creep. But there’s something about the confidence with which he says shit like that that makes the comments panty melting instead of disgusting.

“Go home and talk your wife out of hers,” you quip, ignoring how hot it suddenly is in the room in favor of indulging in your usual banter with him, making a show of rolling your eyes for good measure.

You expect another lewd joke in response, but instead receive silence and lift your eyes to see a beautiful man shifting uncomfortably in his chair.

Stupid, you think. No one spends this much time in a bar when things are good at home.

“Sorry,” you say quickly. “Bad joke, I—”

He smiles at you, not his usual smirk, more reassuring, but firm. “It’s okay.”

You almost thank him for interrupting, because you have no idea where that sentence was going. There’s a beat of awkward silence before he speaks again.

“That’s uh, not really an option at home, hasn’t been for years now."

Surely his brain is broken from that stupid dress, because that's about twenty paces beyond typical bar conversation honesty.

You try not to react to the slight melancholy tinge in his words, but your face clearly betrays the shock you feel, because he immediately starts backtracking.

“I’m sorry, that was too much information.” He’s apologizing now, and you start to feel bad for making that face out loud. “I shouldn’t have—I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Your lips can’t help but twitch upwards a little at the ever-confident Hangman tripping over his words, how quickly your roles have reversed in a matter of seconds.

“You didn’t,” you promise, placing a gentle hand to still his fingers fidgeting with his beer bottle. “We’re friends, that doesn’t make me uncomfortable. Took me by surprise, is all.”

Because who could go a single day, let alone years, without ripping your clothes off is what you don’t say.

He nods once, eyes on where your fingers touch before trying to shrug, playing at nonchalance, but not quite getting away with it as he’s still uncharacteristically tense.

Well now, you really do feel bad for not being able to control your facial expressions.

“It’s hard, you know, with Callie. She’s our number one priority, other things tend to fall by the wayside.”

“For years?” you ask, using the gentle tone you’ve started to adopt when you know he’s opening up to you, well out of his element.

Hangman picks at the label on his beer, avoiding your eyes. “I was gone so much before. We got so used to being apart I think we forgot how to be together.”

You hum an agreeable noise, not sure if there’s words that could help him at this point.

“I thought, well hoped, when I came back to instruct at Top Gun it would help us. Since I’d be around more.”

“But it hasn’t.”

It’s not a question because the answer is that he’s sitting here with you instead of home in bed with his wife.

“No,” he confirms. “At least now I know it’s not the distance. We’re not in love anymore. Haven’t been for a long time.”

You settle into a comfortable silence, patting his hand again before moving on to another pint glass.

“I get to spend more time with Callie this way,” he says, suddenly bright. “That makes it all worth it.”

•••

The thing about Alex is, he's handsome, hot even, but you err on the side of caution with him, assuming he's flirting with an angle. No one as conventionally attractive as him is actually this nice.

Plus, you feel pretty uneasy about him making conversation with you with Penny and Hangman a few feet away. You’re trying not to think too hard about why that is.

“Are you allowed to drink at work? Do a shot with me?”

You lean into Alex conspiratorially, gesturing to Penny and keeping your voice low, but loud enough that she can still hear you. “Thank you for the offer, but no. Between you and me, the owner is kind of a stick in the mud.”

He outright chuckles at that. “That’s too bad, I guess she’s not as cool as I thought.”

“He was hitting on you,” Penny informs you after he’s gone back to his group, completely ignoring your dig at her.

“No, he wasn’t,” you reply automatically, no part of you wanting to have this conversation with present company. Penny means well, but she’s far too invested in your love life—or lack thereof. She’s always telling you what a catch you are, how she can’t believe you’re single.

You’ve never told her about the insecurities that simmer under your confident service industry persona. The fact that you’ve been burned by plenty of seemingly nice guys like Alex, texts going unanswered the moment they got what they wanted. That you got tired of playing games, of pretending not to care because showing you’re interested in someone always lead them to lose interest. It just seems easier to not bother, it’s not like you mind being alone.

“Yes, he was,” Penny and Hangman say in unison.

You shoot Hangman a glare, who’s side are you on?

He shrugs in response, strangely subdued.

“Maybe he just wants a free shot,” you say evenly. “I always offer to buy my bartenders shots when I go out. Usually ends up being free."

Hangman snorts and you flip him off without looking over.

Penny hums in agreement with him, and you kind of wish she wasn’t your boss for a second so you could flip her off too. “That is not why he asked you that.”

Wishing you were literally anywhere else, you focus your efforts on cutting limes into perfect little wedges, refusing to look at the silent conversation they’re sure to be having behind your back.

“You should ask him out,” she continues, and you should’ve known ignoring her wouldn’t end your suffering.

“Pen, I’m not going to date every guy that comes in here.”

“Honey, middle schoolers have more dates than you do, you’re definitely not in danger of that.”

Uh, ouch. You open your mouth to protest, but she barrels on.

“When was the last time you went on a date? Better yet, when was the last time you got laid?”

Somewhere to your left Hangman chokes on his beer. You debate purposefully choking on a lime, so Penny is forced to do the Heimlich on you and forget about Alex.

“Don’t overthink it, you don’t have to fall in love with him. All I’m saying is, a night or two couldn’t hurt.”

“You have to stop,” you groan, putting your face in your hands. “I’m begging you to stop.”

“I mean have you seen him?” Penny asks incredulously, she clearly hasn’t heard a single word you’ve said.

You look to the ceiling praying for strength. "I have seen him, yes, so I'm sure that's supposed to be referring to the fact that he's hot like the surface of the sun. He’s not my type.”

You hear another noise, something almost pained, from the other side of the bar, but you and Penny studiously ignore it. If you weren’t so distracted by your verbal judo with her you might have time to wonder if this is the longest period of time Hangman has gone without saying anything in his entire life.

She waves her hand dismissively, like you couldn’t possibly know anything about your own type, turning to the bar. “Don’t you agree, Hangman? She deserves a nice man. It’s just a bonus that he’s gorgeous.”

He clears his throat, expression unreadable.

“You do deserve a nice guy,” he concurs eventually with an upturn of his lips, but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

You crinkle your nose. “I’m not into the nice guy thing. Doesn’t do it for me.”

At least with assholes I know what I'm getting. Even if it's not what I really want.

That earns a full smirk from him, eyes sparkling with trouble, and you really would like to pour ice water over the comforting warmth spreading through your chest when you see them not carefully devoid of emotion. “Is that so, sweetheart?”

Penny clucks her tongue in a disapproving noise, and you almost jump, having forgotten she was there for a moment. “You going to save any sugar for your wife, or use it all on my bartenders, Hangman?”

That shuts you both up real quick.

Don’t overthink it, you mull over in your head. You don’t have to fall in love with him, but a night or two couldn’t hurt.

Penny, so comfortable with herself, so unabashedly free with her feelings while still being effortlessly tough and cool, sees a lot of herself in you, she’s alluded to it on many occasions. You’ve always taken it as a compliment, that your mask is so good even the people you’re emulating can’t tell.

She’s broken many hearts in her day, you’re sure of it. Had her heart broken too, you have to assume, but it's never incapacitated her the way you're certain it would paralyze you.

If her wild stories are to be believed she's had plenty of fun nights, not overthinking things, able to have a spontaneous fling without agonizing over it for weeks afterwards, not always conflating romance and sex.

You’ve never mentioned to Penny how you never quite figured out how to untangle the two, how you’re embarrassed at secretly being a romantic, believing in everything romcoms have told you.

That’s the thing about pretending, about putting up fronts. Everyone makes assumptions and you never bother to correct them, no matter how off base they are.

So, when Penny, your friends, your regulars, pretty much everyone you know thinks you must be afraid of commitment, that you avoid dates because you don’t want to deal with other peoples’ messy feelings, you go along with it, even encourage it with sly comments of your own. Because it seems less pathetic than the truth.

Somewhere along the way you never learned that it was okay to love love.

You always wanted to be different than the stereotypes, to prove you were more than the little girls they made fun of for planning their weddings, chided for being a romantic. You know you shouldn't care if other people think you're soft. But you do, and you haven't quite figured out how to stop.

You’ll never admit the duplicity, that you love love, want the happy ending, but can’t seem to stop chasing the spark that comes with winning over the emotionally unavailable assholes.

•••

It’s Wednesday. If anyone asked, you’d vehemently deny it, but it’s quickly become your least favorite day to work. Not only is it your Monday, but it might have a little bit to do with the fact that Callie has soccer on Wednesdays which means your favorite pilot only stops in for a moment after work before leaving to take her.

“I should ring the bell, since I’m pretty sure you know where I found this,” you tease, grabbing Hangman’s phone from behind the bar, after he’d left it on top to go greet some other officers.

Luckily for him you’re wearing jeans again, so he’s completely unfazed by your hint of a threat. He raises an eyebrow, challenging. “You won’t.”

That does not knock the wind out of you, that self-assured confidence radiating from him, that powerful inflection in his tone, it absolutely, resolutely does not make you weak in the knees and your panties wet.

And if it does, he doesn’t have to know.

“Someone seems awfully sure of himself,” you murmur, trying to maintain your composure against his commandeering, unblinking stare.

You forget, sometimes, that when he’s not undressing you with his eyes or cracking inappropriate jokes in your place of work, Hangman is actually in charge of other Navy officers. That fact seems abundantly clear right now, since it feels like he’s able to give you orders with just two little words.

You wish every cell in your body didn’t want to comply, but you find yourself handing his phone back almost immediately after the remark leaves your lips.

If you weren’t already so distracted, you’d notice a playful spark lighting up those green eyes, before he drawls, “Atta girl.”

You’re pretty sure your jaw goes slack.

Not one hundred percent sure, because your brain has gone offline and all you can hear is your heart pounding in your chest.

He smirks.

Suddenly, you’re thanking God it’s Wednesday and he leaves shortly after that little exchange because you’re not sure you’ll be responsible for your own actions if you hear that come out of his toothpick wielding lips again.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when the door swings shut behind him.

Later, you go to thumb through your phone while it’s slow, only to realize you must’ve switched yours and Hangman’s earlier. You’re not surprised, really, you both have plain black cases, and you were awfully distracted by his mood, whatever the fuck that was.

Typing in your own number, you shoot a quick text, Missing something?

Hangman is decidedly easier to deal with through the phone, without having to hear his husky voice and feel his praise raise goosebumps up your arms.

He doesn’t answer, you don’t expect him to since you’re not a neanderthal and actually have a passcode on your phone, but you figure he’ll see the message lighting up on the lock screen eventually.

Long after the sun has set over the water he strides back in and you suck in a sharp breath, he’s in civvies.

Absolutely no one should look this sinful in jeans and a sweatshirt.

You debate quitting on the spot, because how much can you really be expected to take in one day?

Hangman shoots you a dazzling grin in thanks as you two switch your phones back and you’re glad he hasn’t said anything yet, since your brain is currently sputtering asefjsdflkjsibrjsl.

“You staying?” You ask finally, mouth still parched, after he settles into his stool. You move to pull a beer out of the case, just to have something to do besides stare at him open-mouthed. He seems marginally more relaxed now, less commanding, which is probably good for your psyche, but the way his thin blue hoodie is stretching over those shoulders is still not doing your ruined panties any favors.

“I don’t feel like drinking,” he admits, but he doesn’t move to get up.

You try to ignore the warmth that blooms in your chest at the clear indication he’s staying to spend time with you. You pull a pint glass, filling it with ice and soda water, topping it with a lime and barely resisting the urge to add cranberry juice or some other pink liquid before setting it in front of him.

He smirks, like he somehow knows he won the battle because you didn’t bother to tease him with a vaguely girly mocktail. You’re still recovering from his atta girl hours ago so you’re immediately thankful he doesn’t comment.

The only issue on this otherwise now perfect Wednesday is Brian. You’re fairly certain that’s his name anyways. He usually comes in on Wednesdays and sometimes you pass the time by making small talk with him, but he must be feeling resentful tonight because with Hangman in the room your interest is emphatically elsewhere.

He’s coming up to the bar more than usual, creating excuses to leave his friends and force your attention away from the blonde sitting nearby.

Brian is blathering on about some bar crawl in San Diego his friends want to go on this weekend, if you want to come along. You’re busy sneaking looks at Hangman’s biceps which are way too visible underneath that joke of a sweatshirt. After realizing a couple beats late Brian is actually looking for a response, you politely decline, citing that you work weekends. He unfortunately takes that as a sign to ask for your number, so that he can invite you out on one of your nights off.

“No, I don’t give my number to customers, sorry.”

Hangman hopes the puffing out of his chest isn’t too obvious at overhearing your remark, proud that your number in his phone is proof that he’s not just another Hard Deck regular to you. He also studiously avoids that off kilter feeling that simmers under needing the proof at all.

“Aw, come on, can’t you make an exception for me?” He asks. “I must be your favorite customer by now.”

Not by a long shot, buddy. You’re sure your eyes are rolling obviously at this point.

“You should really learn how to take no for an answer.” Hangman’s voice slips into his syrupy southern drawl as he gets annoyed with Brian’s insistence.

“This doesn’t concern you,” Brian replies dismissively.

“It does when you don’t seem to understand that no means no, pal.” He’s sitting up straighter now, muscles taut and tensed underneath his jacket.

“I don’t know what your issue is man, she your girl or something? The bitch flirts with me every time I come in here.”

You were ready to let Brian off easy until this little gem of a comment.

“She’s working,” Hangman spits venomously, volume rising. “Do you think strippers want to go home with you too?”

You bite back a laugh because, honestly, this guy does strike you as the type. Luckily, you have just enough sense to keep your amusement to yourself and dedicate your efforts to deescalating before Hangman does something that’ll get him kicked off the island, paying very little attention the part of you that heats up at him coming to your defense.

“Hey.” You wave your hand in front of Hangman’s face, his mind still sharply focused on the man on the other side of the bar. “You’re being a dick right now.”

He blinks once, twice, finally looking at you, expression softening a miniscule amount. “Sorry, sweetheart.”

His volume has returned to normal, but his jaw is still clenched, spine bristled straight. Your panties are probably drenched right now in response to the testosterone pouring off of him in waves, fighting a shiver at the stark difference between the sweetheart that rolls of his tongue in your direction and the incensed glare he sends to the man behind you.

After what is hopefully not a long, telling silence divulging all your dirty thoughts, you wave your hand again, less aggressively this time. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but don’t start yelling or sink to his level. You’re better than that.”

Oh, how Jake wishes that were true.

He wishes he didn’t look at you with the same lust in his eyes that this creep does, wishes he didn’t want to bend you over the bar till you’re drunk on his cock and all you know is his name. He almost understands why this guy is so insistent, he’s no stranger to the dizzy, overwhelming air you fill every room with.

But he’s a fighter pilot, the Navy’s best, supposedly a master at discipline. So, he’s able to keep those thoughts mostly inside his head, unlike this asshole. He has that at least.

He stares at his club soda instead of answering.

Only somewhat sure Jake is no longer two seconds away from hitting this idiot over the head with his pint glass, you turn back to the asshole in question.

“I’m done with you,” you inform him, ice in every syllable. “It’s time for you to leave.”

“C’mon I was only...” he tries again and either your face or Hangman’s—probably both—must be murderous because he snaps his mouth shut when he looks in your direction.

“Leave,” you repeat stonily, “before I change my mind about letting Hangman here ruin your fucking week.”

He glances quickly between the two of you as he backs up from the bar, hands raised in defeat, before turning on his heel to powerwalk out the door.

“I don’t know how you do this job,” Hangman grumbles, scrubbing a hand over his face.

Brian is already becoming a distant memory with him there to distract you and you can’t help but brush your hand over the knuckles of his other hand in silent thanks.

“It’s not so bad with you as my bodyguard.” Your tone is light, teasing and ideally not betraying the electricity sizzling as you take in his strong fingers laying on the bar.

You swear your eyes must be playing tricks on you because his green eyes seem to flash a shade darker when you touch him.

Shaking your head to rid it of that ridiculous thought, you turn around to take care of customers that were neglected during Brian’s little tantrum.

“I really am sorry,” Hangman tells you later when he stands to leave, hands in his pockets, he looks almost bashful. It’s annoyingly cute.

“Phoenix has told me off enough times for things like that…I should know better by now.”

“I’m not upset.” You pat him on the shoulder, friendly, but it’s really just an excuse to touch him while you’re on your way to pick up glasses from empty tables. “I don’t want to set a precedent of needing you guys to take care of me around here, but I won’t lie and say it’s not charming when you do it.”

There goes that flash again.

“Plus, I was pretty worried about what you’d do to him, you had a crazy look going on there,” you tease, trying to maintain your light and breezy air, but you know your tone is heating by the second. “Better be careful, Hangman, or a girl might start getting ideas.”

“Jake.”

You furrow your brows as you attempt to read the expression on his face.

“Call me Jake,” he reiterates, decisively. There’s a beat of silence as he debates whether he can really cross this line. “Or sir.”

Maybe he is no better than the piece of shit that just left.

He’s not sure he cares. How could he, when it’s clear you don’t need to give in to him, but he’s pretty sure you might choose to anyways?

How could he resist that?

You have to actively stop your knees from buckling, feeling his quiet domination in every nerve ending.

Idly, you think that no one in the Navy has probably ever described Hangman as quiet, he always preferred to be loud, brazen and inappropriate. This was inappropriate too, but in a way that made you want to rip his clothes off instead scoff and ring the bell at him, inappropriate in a very Jake way.

Before you can even begin to formulate a response, he leans down to press a kiss to your cheek, those strong fingers brushing against the exposed skin between your shirt and the top of your jeans, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

It’s almost chaste, really, but your body is ablaze, lips parting and air coming out in shallow breaths, barely holding back a whine.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Jake rasps in your ear, meeting your eyes with an intensity you assume is normally reserved for flying multi-million-dollar airplanes before striding out the door.

You nearly collapse on the bar as soon as he leaves, mind reeling.

•••

You’ve always taken Jake for a dominant guy, overly so. He certainly thinks of himself as an Alpha male, that much is clear. Never in a million years did you expect to have him shirtless beneath you, writhing on your bed, hands fisted in the sheets to keep you from slapping them down every time they get close to your body.

“Please, sweetheart,” he’s begging now. “Let me touch you.”

You’re trailing your hands down his abs, tracing the defined ridges, playing at innocence. “But I want to make you feel good, don’t you want to let me take care of you, Lieutenant?”

Jake tenses, every muscle in his body going taut for a brief moment before he leans his head back, eyes on the ceiling and whines.

And well, that’s just about the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

First palming your tits, you run your hands down your body, watching the way his eyes follow their path hungrily. You’re grinding your aching cunt on his jean clad thigh, and Jake is pretty sure he’s going to pass out.

The sight of you, gorgeously flushed and fully naked on top of him while he strains against the confines of his jeans is too much. He knows he’s going to see it behind his eyelids every day for the rest of his life, can already picture it perfectly with his gaze fixed on the fan in your bedroom, praying for strength.

Rocking your hips back and forth on his leg, you lose yourself in the sensations. You had grand plans when you pushed him down onto the bed, intended on teasing him a little just for fun and getting your mouth on him, but after seeing him squirm underneath you, carefully laid plans are quickly unraveling.

Intoxicating, is the only way to describe what it’s like having all six feet of self-assured Jake Seresin wanton and begging for you. That in itself has gotten you closer than you ever expected, the rough denim pushing against your clit with every roll of your hips doing the rest.

Tension building, there’s a spark of pleasure building at your center, spreading out to your limbs on either side of Jake’s muscular leg. Then the dam breaks, washing away any scrap of tension you might’ve had left.

You’re only vaguely aware of the noises leaving your mouth, some garbled mix of yesyesyes, fuck Jake, yes, as you grind out your high on his leg.

The vein in Jake’s forehead is throbbing.

He’s never been more turned on in his life, watching you take, take, and take from him. Not able to touch you, having to be a passenger in your ride, frustrating him more than he ever thought possible, forcing him to find depths of willpower he didn’t even know existed in him.

You fight a blush when you look down at the wet spot on his jeans, but quickly move past it when your eyes reach the bulge of his cock beneath his zipper.

Pulling his jeans off, you bite your lip when you see how achingly hard he is for you. He’s leaking precum, cock twitching under your gaze.

“Please,” he gasps again, the lines of his body tense with need, eyes raking up and down your nude form as you kneel above him.

You throw a wink in his direction, roles still delightfully reversed before you turn around and line him up with your cunt, facing away from him and giving him the perfect view of the back of you.

“You’re gonna kill me one day,” he grinds out, hands immediately going to grab your ass. You allow him a couple squeezes before pulling his hands off you again, biting back a giggle when he lets out a grunt of displeasure.

Slowly, you lower yourself down on him, unable to keep in the breathless whimpers as he stretches you more than you ever thought possible. It almost hurts, right on the line of pain, but that’s quickly overtaken by white-hot, slick pleasure.

You’ve never felt so full.

Looking over your shoulder you see Jake’s mouth wide open, no sound coming out as you adjust to the size of him. His hands are white knuckled in the sheets again, you’re honestly surprised he hasn’t ripped them yet.

You roll your hips, starting to find your rhythm and a guttural sound rips out of his chest, head thrown back on your pillows, long line of his neck exposed.

When he meets your eyes again you hardly see any green in his irises, pupils blown with lust, just barely visible under hooded eyelids. He’s flushed pink all the way up his chest, lips swollen from being bitten. He looks absolutely debauched, exactly how you’ve been picturing him since the moment you met.

You arch your back, breaking your gaze from the sinful sight behind you, fingers trailing down to your clit again and pressing in quick, decisive circles. You know it’ll be easy, coming again when you feel so full of Jake, with him hitting that spot inside of you over and over with every movement of your hips.

He can feel you fluttering around him, can feel how close you’re getting as you take exactly what you need from him, mewls getting higher and higher and—

That’s it.

The idea of you coming again without his fingers being the ones to send you over the edge makes his vision blur scarlet. He’s let you have your fun, but he will crawl out of his skin if another second goes by without his hands on you.

He sits up, long fingered hands going straight to your hips. You’re not even sure how he manages it, but he pulls you off him and pushes your face down into the bed before you can even register the loss of him.

You were wondering how long it’d take him to get fed up with your little games, using his sheer strength to overpower you. That thought sails away easily as he slides back into you, then drawing himself nearly all the way out and back in at a brutal pace.

You reach back, fingers tracing those muscled quads, loving how they flex as he pounds into you.

“No,” he growls, grabbing your wrists in one hand while the other reaches for the belt in his discarded jeans. “Teased me like a fuckin’ brat and now you think you’re allowed to put your hands wherever you want? I don’t think so, darlin’.”

Jake looks at you tenderly for a moment and it’s so out of place in the charged air between you, you almost don’t notice silent question in his eyes. You stare back defiantly, head twisted to the side, mouth closed and certainly not letting out your safe word.

He grins, almost evilly, tightening the belt around your wrists. You take one look at the manic fire sparking off of him and try not to laugh, oh I may have just fucked up. Guess you shouldn't have pushed so hard.

Jake confirms your suspicions, slowing his thrusts as he runs his hands over your ass. “Wanna fuck you stupid, till my name is the only thing coming out of that bratty little mouth.”

His gaze is fixed downwards, watching himself slide in and out of you slowly, the stretch of his cock in your pussy. You whine, pushing back to meet his thrusts in an effort to get the hard and fast pounding you crave.

“So fuckin’ needy for me,” he grunts, hands wandering endlessly after having been denied for so long. “Tight little cunt’s taking me so well.”

Keening at his words, there’s unintelligible noises that maybe sound something like more, harder, please pouring out of you and he speeds up without even thinking about it, so intensely focused on the way you look writhing beneath him, wanting to give his good girl whatever she needs.

He realizes, even as he has you face down, ass up and wrists tied, you’re the one in control here.

Which is nothing short of terrifying.

Seeing quite possibly the most captivating woman he’s ever had the chance to know falling apart because of him, he’s not sure how he’ll ever be able to give it up.

He’s had plenty of rough, dominating sex before. Until you, he’d never put any thought into what it means, the responsibility that comes with taking. That you’re really calling the shots here, knowing he can only take what you allow him to.

And he knows already, he’ll always be right there, chomping at the bit to take every single drop you’re willing to give him.

He wants to edge you, wants to make you regret teasing him, wants to hear his name fall from your lips over and over and over again. He wants he wants he wants.

Wants to take care of you, he thinks languidly, so misplaced in the scorching air between you. His hand snakes down, almost of its own accord, fingers deftly working your hot button, finding a rhythm when he hears your mewls getting familiarly frantic again.

His hold on the reigns is slipping away, and he knows in this moment he doesn’t have it in him to deny you a single thing.

“Come for me, honey,” he murmurs, soft and sweet, desperate fervor from being teased by you having dissipated as he watches you give everything to him, trust him so wholly so you can let go.

Jake groans as you clench around him, head dropping to your shoulder blade and leaving panting, open mouthed kisses there, as you whine Jakejakejake, please, oh my god, Jake.

He wants to last longer, wants to draw this out forever, you arching into him, blissed out and repeating his name like a prayer, but he can’t help the way your moans wreck him, the best kind of music to his ears, pulling him over the edge with you.

Your wrists are untied, and you’re wrapped up in Jake’s arms, his cock giving a valiant twitch when he hears the sinful whimper leaving your lips as he pulls out.

With you shuddering in his arms, clinging to him as you come down from your high Jake realizes he is totally, completely and utterly fucked.

It would be easier if it was just sex, but even he can’t lie to himself that extensively. Katelyn doesn’t light his mind on fire the way that you do. The way he feels with you, he never felt this with her, even at their best.

He’s always been Hangman with her, but with you he gets to be Jake.

Somehow, he just knows, that you feel the same, that your souls are cut from the same cloth, that the same fire flickers in your chest. He trusts, like he trusts instincts in the air, that this is a part of you no one’s ever seen, that you constantly feel the magnetic pull between the two of you.

Drawn to each other, like a moth to a flame, fatally attracted to something that’s destined to burn your lives down into the smallest of embers.

When he goes leave, he kisses you deeply. Honeyed, like the Jake you’ve come to know. Affectionate enough that it softens the blow a little, that you can almost forget that he can’t spend the night with you, that you won’t be able to lace your fingers in his the next time he visits you at work.

You glow when he walks in a room, but the longer he’s there the more you want. You want to be happy, want to feel special, having this secret part of Jake no one else gets to see, want it to be plenty for the love in your heart.

You know it’s not enough, but you can’t ignore the insecure part of you that tells you it’s more than you deserve.

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #hangman top gun #hangman angst #hangman smut #hangman x you #hangman x reader #Jake seresin smut #jake hangman seresin x reader #top gun x reader #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #jake seresin #jake seresin fic #hangman fic #hangman imagine #jake seresin imagine

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doubleappled · 6 months

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About the blogger meme

Thank you to @bioloyg for the tag and the fic callout! Team Pete forever and for always!

Star Sign: Libra, but it never resonates the way my enneagram 2 does

Favorite Holidays: Groundhog Day. I love those little dudes (although I wish we could leave them in peace so maybe let’s just celebrate their existence and not force our way into their homes)

Last Meal: Enchiladas for dinner

Last Music Listened To: Waxahatche’s Great Thunder

Last Movie Watched: hmmmm in the theater? I think Bottoms, which I adored

Last TV Show Watched: Shameless. I’m in the beginning of season 9 and it is messing me up in 5000 different ways. The acting is great (sometimes) and the writing is awful (mostly) and the storylines are ridiculous (always) and it’s at least 5 or 6 seasons too long. But every once in a while it really makes you think, and it’s completely gotten under my skin. And I will finish it if it’s the last thing I ever do. And it might be, because wow.

Last Book/Fic Finished: I just finished Justin Torres’ Blackouts and I LOVED it. And the most recent chapter of @glitterslag’s It's Been You and Me Since Before I Was Me — is a witchy creepy Appalachian Gothic MASTERPIECE that I adore. Oh and Blissymbolics’ Colorless Richie Jerimovich, also a masterpiece even though it is sydrichie and that is giving me a teeny tiny identity crisis okay moving on

Last Book/Fic Abandoned: I am thisclose to giving up on Lessons In Chemistry. I do not get this book at all.

Currently Reading: nobody ever got my soul right like she could by seh28

Last Thing Researched for Art/Writing/Hyperfixation: Quite a bit about what happens to children of people wirh narcissistic personality disorder (hi Donna, yes I am armchair psychologizing and pathologizing a fictional character) for the fic I’m currently writing. I’m not a really intense researcher, but I’ve read all about elevator mechanics and ancient marriage rites and British parking tickets and EMP’s 2019 spring menu and how to cook uni and where pastina comes from, all for fics. I love that aspect of writing.

Favorite Online Fandom Memory: It’s embarrassing, but it’s probably the first time that one of my favorite fic authors commented on one of my own fics, ca. 2018. I was on the subway, and I dropped my phone on the disgusting wet floor when I saw the incredibly lovely comment they’d posted.

FaNvorite Old Fandom You Wish Would Drag You Back In/Have A Resurgence: I really only have two old fandoms, but I do miss HP quite a bit. It’s such a robust space, with really nice people, and so many different fests and prompts and challenges. I still read a bit when my favorite authors post, and would like to write for it again someday. (Also, if you’re the anon who’s messaged me multiple times to tell me that my new fics aren’t as good or creative as my HP, and that I “used to be a good writer” — please stop. That’s not the way to convince me to go back, and it makes me feel bad)

Favorite Thing You Enjoy That Never Had an Active or Big "Fandom" but You Wish It Did: Truly I’ve never experienced a hyperfixation like I have with The Bear. I wish fanfic had existed in its current state when I was younger, or that I’d been cool enough to figure out the concept and write it on my own. I would have been VERY ACTIVE in a Dead Poets Society fandom if it had existed when I was obsessed with that movie, a decade after it came out, when I watched it practically every day for a year 🤪

Tempting Project You're Trying to Rein In/Don't Have Time For: I just have 15 different Bear WIPs, none of which have any plot, wooo!

Anyway this was all very fun to think about. Tagging @amieraisposting @kdbleu @justabovewater20 @yannaryartside @glitterslag — only if this is your jam — and anyone else who wants to join in.

#ask meme #nice way to spend an evening avoiding the nonsense I really should be doing

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missmaywemeetagain · 1 year

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I need to tell someone this, get it off my chest, and I don’t think my irl friends will understand. So I’m trusting you.

I have never felt more in love in my life. I haven’t fangirled this hard in 6 years, probably never this hard in my life. I’m so in love with this man. I just watched the Elvis movie and of course I thought I was going to have a *little* Austin Butler phase, but to my surprise I barely even touched Austin, to my surprise I’ve fallen down the Elvis Presley rabbit hole, harder than ive ever fallen before. I didn’t know anything about him before that movie and here I am listening to all his music and slowly going thru his movies and TV appearances. I barely say “i love you” out loud but I’ve been saying it over and over when I listen to his singing and when I watch him on the screen.

I feel insane. I’ve been contemplating breaking up with my boyfriend because I feel so in love with this man who, even if he was still alive, i would never be with. I’ve been contemplating convincing myself heaven is real just to know I’ll meet him one day. Very intense. This “confession” is all light hearted, but I am honestly wondering if I’m the only one... I’m going crazy right?!

(I feel very embarrassed to be telling anyone this, so if you think I’m crazy pls be nice😭 but I felt like I had to tell someone)

Oh, Nonnie honey, Nonnie BABY, I think that SO MANY of us here can relate to what you are saying!

First, thank you for sharing this with me! I so very much connect with what you are saying here on a number of levels.

Listen, my life has been a series of hyperfixations and fandoms and there is a very good reason I call myself a “lifelong fangirl.” I’ve made shows/music/musicals/ people my entire personality for certain moments in time for as long as I can remember. Now I’m writing A LITERAL NOVEL imagining a romance with a man who’s been dead for nearly half a century. And I LOVE it. It can be intense and irl people sometimes (often) think I’m nuts but it’s part of my DNA to be this way and I am cool with that!

All this to say that with Elvis Presley, things are a little bit different. This is my second go-around with him and it is definitely more intense in a lot of ways than other fandoms I’ve been in, especially this time around, I think because of the Elvis community on social media has exploded since the movie and there is more info so readily available about him now than ever before. Maybe it’s because the world and life have been a complete clusterfuck for the last few years and it’s just nice to settle into something that makes us feel GOOD and connects us to people. Elvis is perhaps one of the first and strongest parasocial relationships in the world, and research has shown that parasocial relationships in general are on the rise because of what’s been going on in the world. So there’s THAT, too!

But let’s be real—Elvis is unlike anyone or anything before or after him. I am not entirely kidding when I say I’m convinced he has some preternatural/supernatural/ethereal/not-of-this-world quality to him that is simply unexplainable. Like how does a man who has been DEAD 45 YEARS STILL MANAGE TO GAIN/KEEP DIEHARD FANS all this time later? How does he have nearly as many people visit his home as they do the White House? How is he still one of the most prolific recording artists of all time? His fans have been equated to a religion. That is POWERFUL SHIT. It’s as if he was a star than burned so intensely, so brightly, that made such an impact, that the world couldn’t sustain him for a lifetime.

Yet he was a very real and complex human person that did some extraordinary things and had extraordinary gifts and talents. He was good and bad and everything in between and honestly I find him endlessly fascinating and beautiful and tragic. And good god, he was so incredibly gorgeous in such an otherworldly way. Ugh. He literally changed society with his beauty and music. That’s crazy in itself!

I am not a super spiritual person, and fairly skeptical, and yet I too find myself wondering and exploring and experiencing things I never would’ve CONSIDERED before because of him. It’s strange and eerie and blows my mind on the regular, tbh. Somehow, he came around in my life again at EXACTLY the right time and my world is very different/better than it was 6 months ago partially due to his presence.

I, too, have moments of feeling completely insane at how invested I am emotionally in this man I will never meet and how utterly, impossibly strange it feels to hold such love for a person who has been gone longer than I’ve been alive. I am lucky that my partner puts up with me and it and is understanding enough to be like, “this is weird but okay.”

He’s addictive in every possible way. I don’t know how else to describe it. I guess I’ve channeled all these intense and crazy feelings into Pink Scarf and somehow that makes me feel better because I’m creating something from this madness. It inspires me and makes me reach for my own dreams. And I’ve met this incredible community on top of it all.

So, Nonnie, you are very much NOT alone. I can’t say that it’s not crazy because it is a bit but in the best way possible and we’re right there with you!!💗💗💗

But also, take breaks. Don’t break up with your boyfriend (unless it’s truly not working for you in other ways). See and talk to people irl who have nothing to do with E. Read books or watch media unrelated to him. These are things I actively have to do make myself do to stay sane. It’s okay cuz E will always be around when you come back, and so will we!!

I hope this helps. Lovin’ you, Nonnie! 💗💗

#xoxoxoxoxoxoxox #give Nonnie some love y’all!#well this got deep real quick #and so long I’m sorry!#elvis #elvis presley #if you’re looking for trouble #you came to the right place #elvis 2022 #elvis movie #elvis presley x reader #austin butler elvis #elvis x reader #answered #ask

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finniestoncrane · 5 months

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🩷 "About the Blogger" Meme 🩷

ah ty for the tag @acapelladitty!!

Star Sign(s): i only know i'm a virgo ;-;

Favorite Holidays: halloween for sure, and then hexxennacht/walpurgisnacht and the classic lupercalia >:)

Last Meal: lmao mine was also a mcdonalds, unless you count the two slices of bread and cheese i had

Current Favorite Musician: fuck favourite is a hard one, nostalgia says creedence clearwater revival or my chemical romance lmao

Last Music Listened To: fly by sugar ray (oh noooo)

Last Movie Watched: currently in the middle of white christmas! lot of dancing... kinda goes on a wee bit eh?

Last TV Show Watched: the x-files!! i'm back on my rewatch!

Last Book/Fic Finished: fuck i have NO idea for either of these, please don't make me think too hard please don't make me embarrass myself lmao

Last Book/Fic: the other night i had a wee scan through a cheeky wee peter vronsky number but just to fact check myself

Currently Reading: nothing, i have a pile of books so high and i asked for more for christmas and i am actively reading NONE of them

Last Thing Researched for Art/Writing/Hyperfixation: needed to find some nice cow gear for a drawing of my oc, and now there's so much in my basket

Favorite Online Fandom Memory: is it the mewlings of a pathetic wet beast to say starting my server with ri? because that's probably it

Favorite Old Fandom You Wish Would Drag You Back In/Have A Resurgence: i left them for a reason, but i could get my ass dragged back by the young ones and bottom actually

Favorite Thing You Enjoy That Never Had an Active or Big "Fandom" but You Wish It Did: it had an ok fandom when i was into it, i just think i missed the boat maybe? somehow? but definitely left 4 dead 2

Tempting Project You're Trying to Rein In/Don't Have Time For: i'm very VERY slowly writing a self-indulgent fallout fic and i have no time for it at all but all of my ideas keep growing and getting bigger and it's making me go crazy!!

I'll tag: @riddle-me-ri @march-harrigan @twinlinds @gethrax @vaporwavebeach @letshaveadepressionparty @just-a-girl-living-in-gotham @lunchbox-for-gays and whoever else sees this and wants to do it i freaked out and overthought the tags it's almost my bedtime lmao

#tag meme #me

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casp1an-sea · 17 days

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@ravenwing0110 told me to answer every question of my Star Wars asks. But I blocked two ask games. So here are all the answers to the one made by @sunshinechildskywalker

(The answers to the other one are here)

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Who do you think is the most controversial character? Why, and what is your opinion of them?

I can’t think of someone currently probably will at sound point

What is your most unpopular opinion about Star Wars?

Atack of the Clones is my favorite prequels movie

What is your favorite fandom pocket on social media? (e.g. Tumblr, Reddit, Instagram, etc?)

Tumblr (the only other thing I have is Reddit)

Where would you live were you in-universe?

CORSOCAUNT I LOVE THAT FUCKING PLANET (but I headcanon myself as being born on Corellia)

What kind of fics do you prefer to read?

i Uhm exclusively read Kylux fics I know it’s embarrassing

What is your favorite Star Wars arc/story element?

Umbara, and the inhibitor chip stuff, plus a lot more I don’t feel like listing at the moment

Do you have a Star Wars playlist? If so, feel free to link it!

I have several these are the ones I made myself

Han/Han Highschool AU

Some of my favorite Star Wars themes

these are ones I didn’t make myself it listen to frequently

Royish good looks songs

AMVs by Thomas Editz

Bully Maguire in Star Wars

What is your favorite Star Wars meme?

Again too many but I think my current favorite is cerveau Crystal LMAO

youtube

What is your all-time favorite piece of content? Could be movie, book, comic, etc.

Courtship of Princess Leia

Where do you get your Star Wars merch? What do you have?

Online, Disney, Book stores, game stop. I have a lot of stuff probably should not list it all lol but I have pins, a Lula plushie, many Funko pops, several other bobble heads, lots and lots of books, plenty of T-shirts, jewelry, socks, credits, Legos, an Ewok cereal box, and I collect these really dumb looking blind bag keychains I think I have like 10 of them all on the same purse. Oh, and a lijgtsaber and a mini lijgtsaber keychain.

What character do you relate to the most? In what ways?

Luke. I kin him idk

Who is your comfort character? Why?

Han and Tech mostly but there are a bunch more. Han is my father. And I just lached onto tech I don’t know he’s my brother now.

What is your hot take on the sequel trilogy?

Rey should have died Kylo should have lived, and Hux should have lived. Then Hux goes to the resistance thinking he finally escaped Kylo but Then Kylo is also there and he’s like “well fuck” and then they kiss.

I have a whole bunch of rats about the sequel trilogy, but I will spare you from them. You’re welcome to send me asks or DM’s about it though I will talk your ear off

What parts of the fandom do you enjoy?

I mean pretty much all of it. I’m aware I can never get along with Rey fans or Han haters though.

What parts don't you enjoy?

People that sexualize clone wars Asoka, and yk like ship clones with other clones. And a certain YouTube channel that uses ai to make Anakin joke about being racist.

Who is one Star Wars blog you are hoping will follow you?

Kinda feel embarrassed to call them out but I think they are cool and I want to be friend but Uhm @stealingpotatoes and @lifblogs I hope you guys don’t mind me tagging you

What made you fall in love with Star Wars?

Han in ESB. That’s when my hyperfixation First started.

Have you ever been to opening night for a Star Wars film? Which one, and what was it like?

Idk if saw rise of skywalker opening night but I did see it when it was first in theaters

Do you write fanfic for Star Wars? If so, what do you write about?Feel free to link your AO3/FFN!

I have but I currently don’t have a lot of it posted. The one I have posted in Star Wars but better. Which is a new Hope but Luke is replaced with an ankle biting gremlin. I plan to post my imperial academy AU fic soon and write a Barris fix it fix. But I’m having complications with getting the AU onto Tumblr.

Here’s the link to my writing master post where Star Wars but better is linked (you can find the link to my writing master post in my master list on my intro post)

What is your favorite spin-off series/movie? Why?

My favorite movie is Empire strikes back. My favorite prequel’s movie is attack of the clones. My favorite sequels movie is the force awakens because Han. My favorite stand alone Movie is rogue one because Solo never had a chance. My favorite animated TV series is both clone wars, and bad batch because let’s be honest they’re the same thing. Rebels is amazing though. And my favorite live action TV series is hands-down ANDOR. Oh and my favorite Lego movie is the Christmas special one. (not to be confused with the holiday special, which is kind of a banger. So bad that it’s good.)

Did Han shoot first?

everyone always ask this, but we all know the answer it was Han

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thank you @sunshinechildskywalker and congrats again this was really fun

#re answers #Star Wars #Youtube

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Well, didn't get as much done today but I'm on track to finish the first comm this week at least. Would have helped if we didn't have a +1 today but tomorrow is looking to be the same so idk how much progress I'll make after a shower and dinner.

Not going to lie, I fell into a bit of a slump the past two weeks which was... Interesting. Stress, burnout, anxiety, or whatever really said "make time or it'll make you" huh? Mostly with inexplicable exhaustion. Anyone in my DMS probably noticed I was spacy as fuck and honestly, it was a bit embarrassing. Is embarrassing.

Got a discord group I've basically not interacted with (sorry Franky bro) cause I've been so spacey and tired. Hopefully I'll clear my plate enough to chime in soon without losing the plot.

I'm still tired. But it's not quite soul deep this week so far. Still not quite Tuesday though so we'll have to wait and see on that front. Helped I slept 14 hours and then spent the day with my brother and his friend who treated us to dinner and a movie (The First Omen, I liked it but kept forgetting it was a prequel. Did NOT expect to see full pussy in a nightmare/hallucination scene so warning to the dam that was wanting to watch it.) and saw the biggest fucking parmesan chicken in my life.

They brought that bitch out on a pizza stone and I legit thought he changed his mind and ordered pizza. A pound of chicken the size of a personal pizza COVERED IN SAUCE AND CHEESE ENOUGH TO PASS AS A LITTLE CEASERS.

Mad lads.

And I also started thinking about Nikia in Wano again! Shockingly, it's been a minute. Seems like pouring out my hyperfixation has helped me focus on other things instead of being consumed by pokemon while in the middle of One Piece shit lol

This is about the end of the useful updates btw, the rest will just be me rambling about Wano thoughts

So, I suddenly had the thought about what little dramatic plot would go nicely in the middle of this for the bois to do while the Straw Hats are fucking shit up.

And clearly, Izou is gathering Intel while keeping Thatch from blowing their cover. Nikia taking advantage of her anonymity to do some sight seeing and maybe take some eyes off of them cause who wouldn't investigate this new woman with giant ass wings?!?

(she's not a fan of the nosy bitches but we tolerate things for the people we love. They'll make it up to her later lol)

Had the hilarious mental image of Thatch disguising himself, specifically his hair. Very upset to part from the pompadour and gets a topknot that has a suspiciously shaped bundle up top. Izou hates it but picks his damn battles at this point.

So! The cheap trope drama I figured I'd give a little spin was!!!

Amnesia!

Manufacture to be specific. As maybe a follow up once King clarifies that Nikia is absolutely NOT Lunarian. Maybe to keep her in check so she doesn't run off before they do DNA tests to see wtf she is. No idea she can fly, so they (I feel like Kaido is the one suggesting it first cause he's a bitch with Big Mom seeing no issue and King just going along with it cause Nikia may not be like him but she's close enough he doesn't feel alone so whatever works, right?) go with a bit of a caged bird thing.

She's a 'guest' while she 'recovers' with King 'looking after her'.

And even with no memory of who she is, she doesn't trust this set up at all. Like, more in an awkward way cause it's clear she's meant to be displayed in a way so she can't 'repay' her 'hosts' like she'd traditionally want to via chores or cooking. She doesn't know what she's supposed to do at all and hates it. Her aloof expression just barely masking the 'someone give me a social clue about wtf is going on already'.

Gets on well enough with King, especially once he stops wearing the damn mask cause it really freaked her out. Pretends to be amicable with the others, can't erase the 'hostess' mask that easily. So it's a legit surprise when she finally admits she doesn't like or trust anyone there at all and has smelled the bullshit from the start and just didn't say anything.

Runs into Yamamoto at some point and likes his spunk even if he's a little weird. Has a hard time keeping up the act under his insistent investigation about why she's there cause honestly, same fam. Why am I here? WTF is going on?!?

I feel like Big Mom tries to touch her wings at some point out of curiosity and King stops her cause I can't imagine that's not a pretty intimate gesture for even Lunarians. Wins brownie points. Thanks for being a bro and all that.

On the night of the throw down the Bois finally manage to get into the palace and shit and Nikia immediately recognizes Thatch from his silhouette despite still not remembering shit.

A hilariously awkward "oh, hey, what are u doing here? Trying to steal shit? I heard it was bad out there but this is pretty risky don't you think?" And Thatch is staring at her in full Wano gear, makeup and all like

(⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

"I'm looking for my lover"

"OUR lover"

"ye that. Uhm. U seen her?"

Nikia just stares at them.

"... Ya gonna describe her or am I supposed to vibe check everyone I've seen here?"

They do recognize her btw, it's just painfully clear she doesn't so they're wondering if she's the real deal or something.

Cue Thatch trying to come up with a noteworthy detail she'd realize is her own feature but her hair has been changed up and he doesn't even think about her wings. Trying to be smooth and razz her up a little to knock some memories loose.

Notices the lipstick.

"Oh! She has a freckle on her lip! Right here!" He's so proud of himself, Izou ready to smack him as he continues "It's my s--one of my favorite places to kiss!"

It takes a moment before she blushes, realizing the obvious implications.

"ah... Why do I get the feeling you were about to say something else? Are u sure your lover would like you talking about that with a stranger?" She's flustered horribly as Izou smacks him.

"Ignore him. He's being an idiot. May we have your name?"

Honestly didn't have an alt name planned, thought it would be funny briefly if it was Nika but idk. Not committed to that but yet.

Anyway! She does remember on her own as she considers how compelled she feels to trust the two and how familiar they are. Comforting, dare she say. And, without remembering she can fly either deliberately does her 'clearing exercise' or is tossed up in a fight.

The clearing exercise is a rather dangerous, borderline suicidal act she does every so often when she feels conflicted or uncertain.

Usually, she'd go to the practice cliffs with updrafts. And then she'd fall down. The idea is that the threat of death would help clear her mind and what really matters to her. Is it really that important if it's not the first thing she thinks of when faced with the threat of death? And then she uses her wings to glide out of danger. She never does this injured, but the awareness that inaction will kill her is part of the process. She tends to overthink so this really streamlines the process in a way that can't be argued with.

She did NOT mention this habit to anyone before so the bois bout shit themselves when it looks like she's free falling to her death. Maybe Marco is there and goes to help only to end up banking with her as she recovers instinctively at the last moment, memories flooding back.

She's a little too good at faking an uncontrolled fall as part of her 'fighting style' to throw people off and it's steadily giving the bois gray hairs. Mostly because she's lost control while flying a lot due to the chaotic up/down drafts on the mountain.

Anyway, thats about all I thought of while spiritually ascending from this plane of existence for this scenario. Who knows if I'll use it or scrap the whole damn thing.

#mittens update #mittens rambles #one piece op oc #nikia op oc

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undiscovered-horizon · 2 years

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Dating Robert "Bob" Floyd

He's probably a little shy about physical affection

Despite that, he finds a lot of comfort in it

Definitely still asks if he can kiss you well into the relationship

Cute bead bracelets with each other’s name

You felt off calling him by his military callsign, although he was perfectly fine with it, so you started calling him "Bobby”

When you’re not calling him darling, love, babe, etc. of course

He remembers every little thing you told him

Gives the most heartfelt gifts that basically scream "I REMEMBERED BECAUSE I CARE BECAUSE I LOVE YOU"

Old sci-fi movies

Origami animals

Leaves love notes in paper planes

Hand holding is more like holding pinkies

Speaking of pinkies: pinky promises are roughly of the same importance as international bills

Homemade Taco Tuesdays

Old gaming consoles

A collection of aircraft models, not necessarily real ones

Indie music and 80s rock’n’roll

Pub quizzes

Evening beach walks

Trusts you in regards to fashion

You beg him for military stories

Regularly buys flowers "just because"

The florists are lowkey jealous

Proper gentleman, Mama Floyd raised him right

You’re the poster couple of military families

Takes something of yours on deployment

Your house is filled with plants it’s basically a jungle

Bob is a little anxious, so you gladly promoted yourself to his cheerleader

He probably likes a buddy to try new things and you’re 200% ready to go with him

Bob needs his solitude once in a while, so before you leave him for a little you always ask if he wants a snack or a drink

Unfortunately, he strikes me as a person who would avoid conflict, which isn’t exactly good in relationships

Maybe you haven’t noticed it but Robert is a little more comfortable/forward when you’re around

Got you a mountain of stuffed animals at the fair

He's low-key about his private life so The Gang™️ learns about you either through sneakery or after pestering him for a while

Really good with kids

This may sound weird but he smells like pretzels and ground coffee

Speaking of pretzels, he makes me think of chocolate-covered pretzels

Probably confessed to you by giving you a mixtape of songs that reminded him of you

Matching socks

Blushes when you give him a kiss, even in private

Slow days when you're just quietly doing your own things

Sleeps with his arm around you

Maybe a little embarrassed to say "I love you" on a regular basis (if you say you'd like him to, he's giving his best efforts) but his affection is still a blinding light

And don't only mean the adorable and cringy look of adoration on his face

Buys doughnuts when you're having a bad time

Bob's the first one to wake up, so your mornings start with him giving you fresh coffee/tea and saying "Good morning" in a groggy voice

You may or may not have thrown hands because someone was picking on him

Sometimes he gets lost doing something, hyperfixating on either a pastime or something connected to his occupation. Without asking, you bring him sliced fruit and tea.

Sending each other pictures of something that reminded you of the other one

Bob always has chewing gum or a small snack on him in case you want it

You got him a keychain with a small airplane and he absolutely loves it

If you seem to have lost something, Bob 100% knows where it is

He makes you food after a night out: you're off your face and he's making cheese toasties for you

You show him off and although the attention can sometimes be a little much, it makes Bob realize how much you appreciate him

Code words for bailing social situations

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br1ghtestlight · 11 months

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I'm in your asks should much, I think I might just start living here

But look at them🥰

Any hcs regarding the pesto family?

THANK YOU FOR INDULGING MY HYPERFIXATION <33 love andy and ollie in this screenshot. just sittin' there

they aren't close like tina/louise/gene (mostly bcuz andy and ollie already have each other for friendship) but jimmy jr does love his little brothers and feels protective of them. he feels responsible for them and generally just tries to keep them out of trouble. also as we see in that one episode he has to hold their hands when they cross the street which i think is adorable!!!! always keeping em safe :)

when andy or ollie has a nightmare and they're scared they ALWAYS go to jimmy jr and he lets them sleep in his bed with him even though its very crowded (the twins will not sleep without each other) he asks them about it and tells them that they're safe and it was just a bad dream <3

andy and ollie think jimmy jr is VERY cool actually!!!! they love his dancing and generally look up to him a lot they're very impressed when he does things like blow a bubble with bubblegum or does a handstand on the monkey bars yknow typical big brother stuff. they're always following him around at recess and its kinda embarrassing but he does think its cute (its also comforting for him to know that his brothers love him no matter what bcuz he doesn't always feel like that way with his parents)

andy and ollie's first word was jimmy jr <3 he knew his parents would be upset about this so he let them believe that their first word was mama or dada and nobody knows the truth except for him

jimmy pesto legally changed their family name to pesto before his kids were born and all of his kids genuinely believe that their family is italian. nobody has ever corrected them for some reason not even their mom

andy and ollie like staying with their mom better and jimmy jr likes staying with their dad better. but the siblings never wanted to be split up so their parents have equal custody

jimmy pesto likes showing his kids old italian movies that he watched when he was younger and its a genuine bonding moment for them!!!! not all the movies they watch are appropriate for kids and there is some murder drug dealing and gangs but thats okay its fine

andy and ollie brought one of his old italian movies to school once for show and tell and it was inappropriate for kids so jimmy pesto got in trouble and told them not to do that anymore FJDMDJDJSKSKS or at least ask him first

jimmy jr babysits andy and ollie when his dad is busy and he is NOT good at it Tbh he mostly just does whatever he wants and leaves them to fend for themselves bcuz he figures they're old enough that they can yell for help if they need him. they usually just raid the fridge or do arts and crafts and end up making a huge mess everywhere that jimmy jr has to clean up (or else he'll get in trouble)

jimmy jr has convinced andy and ollie to play dance games (like just dance on the wii) with him on several occasions and they will TRY but they are extremely bad at dancing and uncoordinated and jimmy jr gets frustrated when they get a low score

andy and ollie like drawing pictures for jimmy jr with crayons or paints or for school assignments and they like giving to him as surprise gifts :) he's probably got a million of them at this point but he keeps them all and hangs them up in his bedroom

andy and ollie LOVE bugging jimmy jr when they're bored and dont have anything else to do they'll go into his bedroom or follow him into the bathroom and just TALK AND TALK abt whatever is on their mind and he is shockingly patient about this. he sometimes gets tired of them and puts headphones in but pretends that he's still listening and they honestly cant even tell the difference

#sorry that there are not many jimmy pesto headcanons he's a fun character but he interacts with his kids uhh not very often!!!!#and from what we see when he DOES interact with them their relationship is not great #but i believe he does love him and he knows that his life would be 100x worse without them in it #he never once considered not taking custody of them after the divorce he loves those freaking kids even when they drive him crazy #bob's burgers #ask #headcanons

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complete-idiot-in-love · 6 months

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Once Upon a Witchlight: Episode 50 (SPOILERS AHEAD)

I'm so sad that I have to wait now for the next episode, how will I survive without my goofy bitches found family???

Sorry that this one's extra long, I added in some pre and post episode comments uwu

Final episode before I have to wait :(

OOOOOO FANART INTRO!!!!!

THE GANG AS POKEMON OMG YES!!!!

Are they gonna be streaming on Youtube now or was this a one time thing? (I hope they stream on youtube)

I want to join the Discord so badly but my social anxiety won’t let me :(

Derek is back! Frost must’ve got over his IBS!

Soundboard noises (Of course Derek does the best one lmao)

I love all the funny noises and voices they do, I wish I was as vocally talented as them

YOOOOOO, THEY’RE GUESTS AT PAX!!! SO PROUD OF THEM, WISH I COULD GO

Mikey’s sweater looks so soft, I wonder where he got it (I fuckin LOVE sweaters fr fr)

The ring of chaos one-shot was so good, I love Joetetee and wish he could come back

Mikey gaslighting people with a FNAF reference is so damn funny, he truly is a gaslight girlboss while Torbek is a girlfailure

I WOULD TOTALLY WATCH A MUPPET MOVIE WITH THEM, I FUCKIN LOVE THE MUPPETS

Mikey says “Here we go” when Rich mentions the muppet movies like my friends when I gush over my hyperfixations lmao, Rich definitely has talked about this before ALSO FUCK U DISNEY FOR STOPPING THE MUPPETS FROM MAKING MORE MOVIES, THOSE ARE COMEDY GOLD

I’m glad they all switch positions and don’t make one person a perma-DM :)

I actually have a bugbear character from waaay back in 2018 so if Torbek makes the race popular I’d be VERY appreciative. They’re one of my favorite races along with satyrs fr fr

“Torbek’s bringing sexy back” HAHA

DEREK IS FULL-TIME AVANTRIS, DOES THIS MEAN ALL 6 OF EM WORK FOR AVANTRIS AND WON’T MISS A SESSION ANYMORE?? FROST CAN FINALLY HAVE A GUYS NIGHT!!!

Twin dads with man buns /j

Mikey keeps using his Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss actions to get more people to watch the ring of chaos one shot, very funny :)

Derek is a #gamer fr fr

“Derek is bussing fr fr”

Grinko Gladfrown, Mourning Font, Krepe Lacroix, Thorbek and Giddyon Charcoal /j

Andy doing his dancy dance in the background is so gender fr fr

I love these goofy bitches, they’ve spent hour doing NOTHING but I don’t mind cause they’re hilarious

I would love a studio tour, their cables probably look like spaghetti but their knick knacks are probably so poggers looking

I CAN WATCH THEM AT PAX ON TWITCH ON THE 1ST??? YOOOOOOOOOO I CAN’T WAIT!!!!!

Rich SHOULD DM someday, I bet he’d do a great job

Finally we’re getting bean footage after an hour of jokes but I honestly wouldn’t care if they made a 4 hour video of just them fuckin around

We finally met Will and he’s got a knife! “What do you have?” “A KNIFE!” “NOOO”

OH SHIT, HE CALLED KREMY A CROC

Favorite comment: “forgot how much I love torbek, he's like a wet cat that has alcohol poisoning”

All the little “Friend on the other side” References Kremy does just strengthens my belief that he’s based off the movie

Emergency broadcast: Five fully grown men are arguing with a literal child

Carnival Lecroux need a swear jar fr fr /j

“We could totally murder a horde of kids” FROSTY WTF???

Frost “flossing” and Kremy + Gricko talking about VBucks is so damn funny, more interactions for my Actor AU fr fr /j

MIKEY ACTUALLY GOT A HAT FOR WHEN GRICKO DOES THE 45 DEGREE BODY TILT OMFG

“You can call me Morning Floss!” “I wish I was dead!” SAME KREMY, SAME

“All of you are so damn embarrassing, you’re lucky I love y’all” - My S/I with their head in their hands

KREMY NO, DON’T OFFER KIDS ALCOHOL!!!!

Kremy and Gideon spiking their Sierra Mountain Mist is so canon. My S/I would totally try to drink with them but be absolutely disgusted at the mixture

Kremy and Gideon are drunk lmao

“FR FR, THIS DRINK BE SKIBIDI PHANTOM TAX ON GOD!” WHAT???? I UNDERSTOOD EVERYTHING EXCEPT FOR SKIBIDI AND PHANTOM TAX, IS GRICKO DRUNK TOO???? “This ain’t no Ohio drink. You a straight rizzler fr fr, giving me this skibidi drink” GRICKO PLEASE, STOP!!!

“We don’t know what children like, we ran a carnival” HAHA, GOOD ONE FROSTY

These dudes should never interact with children /j

“Y’all’re so weak lmao, straight up unpogger girlfailures. You definitely let people diss your fly girls” - My S/I messing with them because they’re a gremlin

“We’re both trying to protect our found family” HE SAID THE THING OMFG, KREMY SAID THE THING!!!!! MY S/I WOULD BE SO FUCKIN HAPPY TO KNOW THAT THEIR DAD ACTUALLY SEES THEM AS FAMILY!!!

IS MORNING MIST POISON??? ARE WE GONNA DIE????

These fuckers got a whole side campaign of quests to do /j

Wouldn’t Bavlorna’s place be better than Yon? She’s the one that likes children after all

“What is gyatt? What is amogus?” Hootsie and I are very much in the cringe zone as the only two party members young enough to understand the slang Gricko is using

TORBEK IS CURSED TO BE A(R/U)TISTIC!! (We would draw pictures together fr fr uwu)

Gideon is a coward, he’s turned into Torbek! /j

Kremy is a kleptomaniac (So basically the same lmao)

Rich with the 80’s rad hat is so funny for some reason??

Frost is forced to confess to doing bad things even if he has to lie about em (He’s a masochist lmao)

Gricko is magnetic and got stuck to Torbek’s back HAHA

Gideon’s a cowardly vampire LMAO

“DON’T CUT GRICKO’S THROAT, TORBEK’S NOT DONE DRAWING HIM YET” HAHAHAHAHA

Why are they always trying to kill Gricko??? It’s funny but weird

WERE-GATOR KREMY RETURNS!!!!!

New favorite comments: “Werewolf thief and a cowardly vampire, what a pair” and “Avantris News: Four adult men sacrifice a green child to appease child gods”

NAT 20 TO ATTACK TORBEK FROM KREMY BUT NIKKIE DREADED IT

My S/I would be so confused at this chaos, I’d probably over with Hootsie and Juniper knitting because they don’t drink soda or alcohol (Based off myself irl)

“These fucking dumbasses, they’re lucky I’m sane in these moments” - My S/I

So excited to see Torbek’s masterpiece

Carnivale lecroux is spelled the fancy way, makes sense for someone like Kremy to spell his business like that (I’ll probably forget and still spell it carnival tho)

I love just listening to them talk about movies with each other, it's really nice :)

Nikkie hoarding mementos from witchlight behind the DM screen is so sweet!

UNICORN OUTFIT FOR KREMY?????

HAHA KREMY GOT THROWN OUT OF LITTLE OAK

GRICKO, STOP DRINKING THE POOP WATER!!!!

When TORBEK is disgusted by you, you know you fucked up!!

Oh thank the gods, it was a prank by will

CANDY??? TORBEK AND I WANT CANDY!!!!!

Besties who share a sweet tooth and trauma/abandonment issues stay besties forever

“The water in the pool does more than just quench your thirst!” “NOT ANYMORE” Gideon/Torbek unison joke!!!

I love Nikkie and her horde of dolls :)

“I also agree with Torbek, we need to kill that bitch of a hag!” - My S/I

TELL US THE STORY ABOUT THE WENDY’S BATHROOM WHEN Y'ALL WENT TO GENCON

Gricko got the diarrhea this episode lmao

“Fill up squirt” sounds so suggestive

Empty capri sun Gricko is so funny

DISPLACER BEAST KITTY!!!!! YES!!!!!

How many days/nights have these guys been in Prismeer? 4? 5? 6? (The only times I remember them sleeping is: Night at the inn, Frog palace, Mushroom forest high, Pixie camp sleepover, Jabberwock death and now here at little oak)

If Torbek was gone for an hour and that was five years, most of these kid’s parents probably don’t even realize they’ve been kidnapped and are missing

It’s canon to me that my S/I and Torbek sleep on a pile on the floor like Gricko does with Hootsie (Besties with abandonment issues and a love of physical affection uwu)

Who the hell names their kids Bongo and Flute???

My S/I Canonically knows Goblin but I feel like they wouldn’t tell Gricko or Torbek cause they like to eavesdrop in those two’s dumbass conversations lmao

BONGOLLOMEW??????

“Skibidi on god” “fr fr no cap” “BUSSIN!!” I’ve changed my mind, I hate these people /j

DO I ACTUALLY GET TO LISTEN TO AVANTRIS AND CHILL??? POGGGGERS!!!

Gricko turns into a milkshake via Frosty’s mage hand /j

THEY ORDERED $400 WORTH OF PIZZA FOR THE RING OF CHAOS ONE SHOT???? THATS SO FUCKIN MUCH, MACE!

Nikkie loves Fortnite and that makes me happy bc I like Fortnite

Thank you Derek for teaching me waterdrop and breaking nose sound effect :)

#self ship #self shipping #self ship stuff #self ship community #self insert #*cries so hard*#a family can be a bunch of criminals and their adopted satyr child

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what got you into writing? have you written for hockey from the very start?

omg i love this question! even if it completely embarrasses me and outs me as a loser lol

also apologies for how long this ask will inevitably be, i know you asked a basic question, but i'm incapable of being short winded but you probably know that by now. so i'll put a "read more" just so i don't take up too much space on everyone's dash :)

to put it simply, i never had a whole lot of irl friends and also had an incredibly overactive imagination that never went away (on top of being a middle child who felt perpetually ignored but we don't have time to unpack that). so i spent a LOT of time daydreaming.

i have always LOVED writing, it's always been so fun for me to craft stories and arcs, even if i didn't really understand that until high school. in middle school, i started writing just wish fulfillment self insert ocs for different fandoms based on which hyperfixations i had at the time, but it was never anything serious until i was a freshman in high school?

i had a friend who also wrote some stuff and we ended up writing together and sharing our writing with each other (i'm going to tell you what fandom, and just know the movie had just come out and we were feral for it....it was les mis fanfiction). i had published a few of my works on fanfiction.net (this was pre ao3 days, okay?) and the first fic i was super excited about, but got some good critique that it was misogynistic (and it was) so i deleted it and started working on new things. i ended up writing a few avengers pieces? but i don't think i ever formally published the lengthy oc fic i had extensively planned and written because i was afraid i couldn't commit to updating it (and then my obsession with marvel eventually dissipated after endgame).

ANYWAY, i'm sorry this is such a long answer, but i took a break from writing, and just perused tumblr for fics (i've had this tumblr for about 10 years i think? or at least i've been on tumblr for that long at the very least, i deactivated my old account). i ended up living in cincinnati and got really into nfl football (it's instilled in me, my family is a football family first and foremost). so i started reading nfl fics, and that's how i met @lukeevangelista early 2023 (right around the 22-23 nfl playoffs) and she got me hooked on hockey somehow (i'm easily influenced apparently). a few months after observing and learning about hockey (and reading fics, of course) i tried to write one myself and that's how head start (the jack hughes fic) came to be!

and i've been publishing my writing on this hellsite ever since! it's been really fun and i've met a lot of great people and read a lot of great stuff! and i don't think i tell everyone enough how happy i am to be here, y'all have made this a very fun and rewarding experience. :)

#ask #about kenn

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