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mustache miles teller 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽
finally some updates yall!!
i added ‘chase your fears’ and ‘worth your while’ by two amazing authors that i love sm
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@katherine-c0 @lyn-js @avengersfan25 @captaingalaxy108 @fantasticpeachstarfish
Masterlist | Glen Powell
Jake “Hangman” Seresin - Tyler Owens
Updated: 8/20/2024 (chase your fears; worth your while)
!!authors!! if you want ur work removed please pm me
I’m back again with another one!!! It’s definitely not as lengthy as my other lists (yet) but I’m hoping to find some more for all three. I also figured I’d get a stake in this territory as the Glen Powell fanclub grows post-twisters. I hope y’all find what you’re looking for!
peace 💕
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fluff-> 🤍 | smut -> 🍋 | angst -> 🌧️ | major tw -> ‼️
Jake “Hangman” Seresin
𐚁 BROTHERS BEST FRIEND | @tongue-like-a-razor
12 parts | ongoing | 🤍🌧️🍋
Jake Seresin x Bradshaw!Reader
The trials and tribulations of falling for your brothers best friend.
𐚁 BRUISES | @ohtobeleah
8 parts | complete | 🌧️‼️
Jake Seresin x WSO!Reader
After a mission goes south, Jake finds himself captured by insurgents that show no remorse. But whats worse than knowing he failed his mission? Knowing that the Weapons Systems Officer who trusted him to bring her home safe was in the same cell as him. Collecting bruises that match his own.
themes of heavy violence, sexual assault, torture, 18+ content, minors dni, mature themes, being held in captivity, hostage style situations, main character death! whump, angst, conversations that discuss antisocial and antisemetic views
𐚁 ROCKS ARE ALLOWED TO CRACK, STARS ARE ALLOWED TO DIM | @sarahsmi13s
oneshot | wc: ~8.0k | 🌧️
jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!pilot!reader
everyone deserves someone to comfort them in their time of need, even the ones that always lend their shoulder.
angst, language, ptsd, description of accident, panic attack, injuries, descriptions of scars, flashbacks, fear of death, familial death (mentioned), crying, bottling up feelings
𐚁 THE WALLS ARE CAVING IN | @desert-fern
oneshot | wc: 5.5k | 🌧️🤍
Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x fem!Reader (known as honey bee/honey)
You are sunshine incarnate, the life of the party who is so free with your affection. Jake finds himself struggling to express his desire to be like you while wrestling with his past, what happens when it all comes crashing down around him? AKA Jake is both touch-starved and in love.
jake has a shit dad, angst, still fluffy tho
𐚁 THE BEANERY | @callsign-peach
oneshot | wc: ?? | 🤍
established hangman x female!reader
Jake goes from drinking the base’s stale coffee to bringing in cups from the cafe down the road from the hard deck, and the dagger squad is determined to find out why.
tooth-rotting fluff
Tyler Owens
𐚁 LIKE MOTHER LIKE FATHER LIKE DAUGHTER | @wisdomssdaughterr
oneshot | wc: 3.7k | 🌧️🤍
tyler owens x harding!reader
you had made a name for yourself in the storm chasing game; it was in your genes, being the daughter of the famous chasers jo and bill harding. tyler found your knack for knowing just what the storms thinking, a little infuriating and incredibly impressive
fem!reader, reader gets injured, mentions of blood and injuries, probably inaccurate meteorological info and medical info, angst, fluff, some hurt/comfort
𐚁 CHASE YOUR FEARS | @briefinquiries
oneshot | wc: 11k | 🤍🌧️
tyler owens x f!reader
you and your younger brother are road-tripping across the US when you encounter a tornado. Luckily, the tornado wrangler himself shows up to help.
tornados, fear, flufffff
𐚁 WORTH YOUR WHILE | @wisdomssdaughterr
oneshot | wc: 2.9k | 🤍🌧️
tyler owens x fem!reader
As the local weather woman, you shared an interesting rivalry with your hometown storm-chaser. While you always reported on the dangerous weather from a safe distance, Tyler barreled into it head-first. But things change in the night of the county fair when you find yourself in the middle of a storm rather than the safety of a newsroom.
dramatic fluff, hurt/comfort, description of tornadoes, language, description of injury, slightly inaccurate meteorological info
Glen Powell
𐚁 HEY THERE DARLIN’ | @shellbilee
6 parts | complete | 🤍🌧️🍋
Glen Powell x OFC (Billie James)
fluff, swearing, angst, eventual smut
ⓒ onehopelessromantic, August 2024
*Penny teaching Amelia to drive and taking Rooster and Maverick along for the ride*
Penny: That's a pothole. To the left!
Amelia: Take it back now y'all *drives directly into the pothole*
Maverick: *sticking his face into the front over the center console* Cha Cha real smooth.
Rooster: I don't think that's how the song goes, Mav.
Amelia: That's definitely not how the song goes... The next line is one hop this time.
Penny: *crying, gripping the handle* Please just take me home.
Amelia: Country roads.
Rooster: To the place.
Rooster, Amelia and Maverick: I belong!
Penny: *crying harder* What the fuck?
i need to lock in and stock up my drafts
sm fics need to be updated and i just haven’t done it 😭
twisters gifs?
fit check ft. my new tyler owens shirt (i wasn’t joking abt it y’all) and bluey pj shorts
i have been so slacking on my blog updates plz forgive me 😭🙏
the results r in!!
i can’t say i disagree whatsoever
if you feel it, chase it 🌪️
hypothetically… what if i wrote this
update: i wrote it
Me after seeing Twisters
*Rooster banging his head against the table in the ready room*
Bob: What’s wrong with him?
Phoenix: Hangman complimented his flying today.
Bob: So…?
Phoenix: And what did you say to him, Rooster?
Rooster, fighting back tears at his own stupidity: Awesome sauce.
He is literally clamping his mouth shut.
Why?
Because she just said, "It's gorgeous!" (in regards to the tornado)
And he looked back at her, saw the look of absolute joy on her face, and immediately wanted to say "So are you."
uh also this happened the other day??? wtf guys??? i just started posting two weeks ago 😭
i love y’all so freaking much
3 days left to vote!!!
Chasing Cars | ch 14.5 (jjk)
☆summary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?
☆pairings: brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader
☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, this chapter contains mature content)
☆genre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff
☆warnings: curses, jungkook getting punched in the face, vague mention of jungkook's unaliving attempt, explicit content: unprotected sex, creampie
☆word count: 3k
☆a/n: all i have to say is :(((((
☆series masterpost
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If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol
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Jungkook doesn’t know what to think.
He didn’t expect you to come over to talk, and now that he’s sitting in the kitchen in front of the glass of water you poured for him, his heart goes on overdrive.
“Thank you,” he says, taking a long sip of water as if that will tame his beating organ.
You sit on his right, and he’s painfully aware of your gaze on the side of his face.
“So?” you ask, and he cocks an eyebrow in question.
“So what?”
He makes the mistake to meet your gaze, and he immediately looks away at the inquisitive look in your eyes.
“How have you been?” you repeat, the previously uttered question still just as vile as it was a moment ago.
He bristles, frowning slightly. “I’ve been okay.” He gulps, and then adds, “You?”
You take a deep breath, your eyes dropping to the glass you’re holding. “I haven’t been doing all that great,” you admit. “Not too bad, but not too great, you know?”
He does, and he hates that he does. Your gazes meet, and he wishes he could take the pain away, wishes he could fix your broken heart.
But that boat sailed a while ago, didn’t it?
“Yeah.” It’s all he can answer, and you look like you understand. Like you can decipher the underlying pain - is it choking you up too?
“I…” you trail off, and then take another deep breath.
There’s a silence, and the anxiety in Jungkook’s lungs makes it hard to breathe, turning the oxygen to acid.
“You what?” he presses gently.
You take a sip of water. “I wanted to talk about us.”
Jungkook is stunned silent for at least ten seconds, gaze widening as he looks around. “What if Tae comes home?”
“Jungkook, I don’t care if Taehyung comes home right now.” You blink a few tears away, and Jungkook’s heart breaks all over again. “I’m so tired.”
He murmurs your name, the only thing he can do as his mind fills with memories of a July night when he, too, was so tired.
“We never told each other how we felt.”
Jungkook’s heart settles in his chest, and it’s relieving, though the numbness still aches.
“We spent months together and yet…” You pause, and Jungkook wants to say something but words fail him. “Yet we never said anything about how we felt. That’s why I came home that night.”
It’s like someone ripped his heart from his chest - he doesn’t know how he’ll survive.
“I’m so sorry…”
You blink away tears. “For what?”
“For not telling you about Gabrielle,” he says. “For thinking that my promise to her was more important than what you and I had.”
“It destroyed my trust in you,” you whisper.
“I know,” he answers. “I’ve been hating myself for it for months.”
Admitting this to you strikes Jungkook deep. Because, why did he think he deserved you? Why did you always push him away, using Taehyung as an excuse?
He knows it’s because of who he is, and it’s an ugly feeling he doesn’t want to face, a feeling he hates more than anything.
“Don’t,” you let out in a gentle breath.
He hates that, too.
“Don’t tell me what I should do or not do,” he softly says. “I’ve been going insane, Y/n.”
“Jungkook…”
“You want to know how I felt?” he asks, and suddenly, all of the bottled-up emotions he’s been trying to ignore come to the surface, turning the edges of his vision hazy. “You want to know how it felt when I was in Paris and had to pretend that I wasn’t in love with you so that your brother didn’t get upset? I was fucking ruined. I hate lying, and I had to lie about you to my best friend because you asked me to.”
The accusation is out, even though he doesn’t entirely mean it. It’s a thought that’s kept him up on countless nights - what would have happened if he’d been honest with Taehyung from the start, like he wanted to do?
Would you have made it together or would he have still lost you?
“Jungkook…” you trail off. “I just wanted to tell him together.”
He ignores you, adding, “And it led to that fucking shit show with Gabrielle. If I’d been able to tell her we were together, she would have never kissed me. And she only did it because she didn’t want people to know she’s gay.” He scoffs. “Which is frankly stupid because we’re in 2024 and if her parents don’t approve of her then they can fuck right off.”
You’re stunned. Eyes a little wide, just staring at him with your mouth slightly open.
“And then you dumped me, you refused to trust me, and I fucking got lost in Paris until I had to call Gaby for help. And I told her everything then, because what was the point of holding back?”
Jungkook falls silent. He’s out of breath, chest going up and down rapidly as you blink a couple of times. He barely can’t believe he got those words out - anger has been fueling him, and he doesn’t know where it came from.
“I didn’t dump you,” you carefully say. “We were never together.”
It hurts. It hurts so much Jungkook considers getting up and walking away. Yet he doesn’t move.
He wouldn’t be able to walk away from you right now.
“Right,” he instead says, chuckling dryly. “Because of your brother, right?”
He only realizes he practically spat the words in your face when you ask, “Why are you mad?”
“Because, Y/n, I’ve been fucking miserable for months,” he replies, and his voice raises in time with the pain in his chest. “Because I went back to New York to have my whole family laugh at me when they realized we weren’t together anymore. Because I was forced to become the heir of JJS because my brother chose to open his own company. Because the one time I tried to move on you decided to come barging in and you saw everything.”
He knows he’ll regret every single word he’s said tonight later, but right now the anger is rolling through him, a wave that might swallow him whole.
“You’re blaming me for coming here that Friday?” you ask in disbelief. “Fuck, Jungkook, I lived here.”
“You were already out.”
“So that gave you the right to just fuck another girl?” you fire back.
He wonders if he can tell that he’s ashamed of himself. That he hates himself fiercely for what happened with Lisa.
That he’s embarrassed you never replied to his text after the events.
“See, it pissed me off when you ignored the text I sent you after that, but now I realize that it might have been for the best.”
It hurts you. He sees that it does, yet the wave hasn’t spat him yet. Neither has the anxiety - its talons have dug too deep in his chest to ever let go.
“Why?” you ask. “Why was it for the best?”
The answer to your question is the owner of his sleepless nights.
Maybe he owes it to you to tell you.
“Because we can’t fucking be together, Y/n. Because it never was about Paris, it never was about Gaby and Lisa.” Silver lines his gaze, and he blinks it away. “Because it’s always been about Taehyung, right? You never would have dated me because of Taehyung.”
He doesn’t want you to answer. Doesn’t want to confirm his fears, but now that the words are out, all he can do is look at you, the anxiety digging deeper.
“You know,” you let out, scoffing, and there’s something about the anger on your features that makes you look otherworldly, like a goddess about to pass his judgment. “I was coming here to tell you that I fell in love with you last semester.”
The talons let go, and Jungkook thinks he might be taking his first breath in months.
“But shit was I fucking wrong for that. Yes, because of Taehyung. Yes, you’re right. What happened in Paris never mattered. It was always about how we couldn’t be together because of Tae.”
Jungkook doesn’t hear you. All he can hear is you saying you fell in love with him, too, and he thinks, maybe everything was worth it.
Everything was worth it just for him to know that you loved him, too.
But then you’re crying, getting up quickly - Jungkook steadies the chair so that it doesn’t fall as you rush out of the kitchen. He says your name, following you quickly. You’re trying to put your shoes on, but your motions are unfocused, like you don’t even know what you’re doing.
“Y/n,” Jungkook says again.
You manage to put your first shoe on, and Jungkook bends down to grab the other before you can walk out of his life again.
“Give that back,” you say, and you wipe at the tears on your face with the back of a hand.
“No.”
“I fucking hate you!” you scream.
Jungkook drops the shoe, smiling softly. “No, you don’t.”
When your lips touch his, Jungkook feels like laughing. Feels like he’s flying, like he’s free of shackles he hadn’t realized were weighing him down. And then it’s like he’s high. Everything happens so quickly - you kissing him, holding him. Him slipping inside of you for the first time in months. The feeling of your walls fluttering on his dick sends him straight to nirvana, and he wants to tell you he loves you.
Wants to confess to you that he doesn’t think he can stop loving you. But the words are lodged in his throat - he hopes you hear it when he tells you he missed you, when he calls you peach like no time has passed.
He thinks maybe you understand him.
A moment later, you come hard, and Jungkook feels you pulsating around him, so much so that he almost comes then and there too. But only when you’re slowly falling down from the high does his own climax start to tickle his lower back. You give him the go to finish inside, and Jungkook lets go, falling over the edge together with you. And he comes for a while, his dick twitching and twitching as it releases loads of his cum deep inside your pussy.
He’s in love with you. Thoroughly, inexorably in love with you.
He’ll tell you tonight. He’ll tell you, but first, you still need to talk. He suggests so, and you agree, though you need to clean up first.
He can’t help but watch his cum drip out of you when he pulls out, the sight so beautifully sinful he thinks he’ll come again. He takes a deep breath, then goes to grab some toilet paper to help clean you.
Dreading the talk that you need to have now, he suggests taking a shower first, if only so that he can enjoy your presence for a little while longer, so that he can remember what it feels like to be happy.
The calm after the storm is beautiful when he spends it with you.
“I can’t believe you’ve been wearing the necklace,” he whispers as you’re drying yourself after the shower.
He loves you so much for that too. You’re his peach - why did he think you had moved on?
“I haven’t taken it off once,” you admit. “I’ve kept the letter, too.”
Jungkook gulps, trying to keep his tears at bay. “I was embarrassed about it for a while.”
His gaze drops to the floor, but when you hang your towel behind the door, he hands you his t-shirt, hoping that you’ll see it for the peace offer that it is. You put the shirt on after a moment of hesitation, and the sight of you in his clothes again nearly undoes Jungkook.
“Thank you,” you say, and he watches you, unable to look away, like you might disappear if he does. “Why were you embarrassed?” you ask.
He pulls at his piercings, holding your gaze for a few seconds. “Because I thought you might text me. I hoped you would, honestly. But you never did.”
Your eyes shut, and he wants to tell you to not feel guilty, that it was understandable for you to ignore him. Yet he remains silent, still just watching you carefully.
“I’m sorry,” you apologize.
Ancient sadness invades Jungkook again, but it feels foreign when you’re here with him.
“Ah,” he lets out, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s okay.” You remain silent, and Jungkook sighs, hoping your guilt will pass like dust in the wind. “Do you want to sit in your room to talk?”
You nod your head, and Jungkook reaches for the doorknob, pushing the door open.
He sees Taehyung for half a second before something collides with his cheek, and Jungkook staggers back, the pain making his eyes water.
“Tae!” you shriek, and then you pull Jungkook behind you, standing between him and your brother.
Jungkook blinks a few times, dizziness clouding his thoughts.
“You’re fucking my sister,” Taehyung says, and it almost sounds like a growl.
Jungkook touches his cheek as something warm rolls on it. “I’m not fucking your sister.”
It’s all he manages to say through the grogginess in his thoughts, and you look confused as you look at him.
“I’m an adult, Tae, I can fuck whoever I want,” you intervene before Taehyung can speak.
“Yeah, of course,” he drawls. “So you had to fuck my best friend, huh?”
Jungkook is confused. Why are you saying fucking - it was never like that with you, wasn’t it?
“We’re not fucking,” he repeats, and he does his best to hold Taehyung’s gaze.
“Is that why she’s wearing your shirt?” Taehyung asks as he shakes his hand. “You really think I’m fucking stupid or something.”
Jungkook frowns - why isn’t Taehyung understanding?
“Tae, it started last semester,” you say.
Taehyung laughs bitterly. “Last semester? So I ask you to take care of my sister, and you start fucking her?”
“I was taking care of her,” Jungkook insists.
Of course he was - you were the only thing he could think of most of the time.
“Stop!” you scream, and it clears some of the cloudiness from Jungkook’s mind. “Fucking stop, will you? Who cares if Jungkook and I slept together?”
“Jimin knew,” Taehyung seethes. “Jimin knew and you fucking gaslit him.”
A spark of anger ignites in Jungkook’s chest, and it chases the rest of the clouds from his mind. “I did what your sister asked of me, and clearly she was right if that’s how you’re reacting,” he says.
“Stop,” you add as you glance at Jungkook, your voice begging. “Stop, the two of you.” You face Taehyung, and Jungkook clenches his jaw as Taehyung still just glares at him. “I fell in love with Jungkook.”
The words change the anger to something much warmer, much gentler, and Jungkook wants to hear you say it again, always.
He wants to hear you say you fell in love with him on a loop for the rest of his life.
“I just did, and it happened naturally, and it was reciprocated,” you continue. “And yes, we had something, but it ended last semester too. Tonight was a lapse of judgment.”
There’s a silence, though Jungkook thinks the shattering of his heart is the loudest thing he’s ever heard. All the hope he had after seeing you again tonight vanishes like the last of the sun rays, plunging his mind in darkness.
“Jungkook,” Taehyng says, “I think you should find somewhere else to stay for a couple of days.”
He agrees. He fucking agrees, because his lungs are burning, his vision is turning blurry, and the last thing he wants to do is to break down in front of you and Taehyung.
A lapse of judgment.
Tonight was a lapse of judgment.
It makes sense - he would have never been good enough for you anyway.
“Tae, come on,” you let out. “Can we just be adults?”
Jungkook doesn’t even hear. All he does is answer, “Sounds good,” and then he’s walking to his room. You grab his wrist, and it hurts so bad he thinks the tears will spill.
Yet his cheeks remain dry save for the blood, and you let go of him.
“Jungkook,” you say.
His name in your mouth makes his chest cave in on itself, and he doesn’t look back, heads to his room to grab clothes.
“Jungkook,” you repeat as you walk into his room. “Jungkook, stop.”
He can’t. He’ll fucking collapse if he stops. Instead, he packs his school bag with pairs of underwear and socks.
“Jungkook, you don’t have to go, you live here.”
He glances at you then. You used to live here too - until he had to fucking ruin everything. And the tears in your eyes are just a reminder that he broke you, too.
That the only thing he knows how to do is fuck up with the people he cares about.
You don’t say anything else as he finishes packing, throwing a sweatshirt on before leaving his room. You don’t stop him then, but you do say his name again. It hurts just as much, if not more, and Jungkook avoids Taehyung’s gaze as he goes to put his shoes on.
Though he doesn’t think he’s ready to leave, Jungkook grabs his keys. Taehyung remains silent - of fucking course he had to lose his best friend too. So Jungkook lays a hand on the doorknob, yet he hesitates for a second.
For half a heartbeat, his soul trying to reach for you one last time.
“Jungkook, please,” you whisper.
He blinks a few times as he glances at you, trying to commit your features to memory. He’s not sure it works, so he whispers back, “I’ll see you around.”
You don’t say anything else, and Jungkook waits. He waits for a full five seconds, and you just stare at him, mouth shut. He almost falls to his knees, almost begs you to tell him you loved him once…
All he does is turn the doorknob, push the door open and step outside, the fresh October night swallowing him.
Read chapter fourteen here!
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gosh they are so sad and i hate it but... things are going to get better in the next chapter :') let me know what you think of the drabble!
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Not sure why “Course I found the dog,” is the line that did it for me.
holy shit that was so good
i cried, i laughed, i drooled, and i gasped
went for glen powell, stayed for the plot
GO SEE TWISTERS
guys i’m SO EXCITEDDDDD
🤠🌪️
The links to the Bruises series doesn’t work
whoops
i’ll fix it rn, thank you for letting me know
bro fuckin tumblr moved my post time to 8am so it didn’t post at 12am
so sorry guys
i just posted it tho
mwah 😘