one of the most important things i’ve learned in therapy is that when you’ve experienced prolonged trauma in your childhood, pleasure feels uncomfortable. like, not that you don’t feel it, but that when you do feel it there’s an impulse to make it stop, because it’s extremely unfamiliar. and pleasure can mean many things, as simple as feeling cozy, and as complex as feeling loved. the neural pathways for feeling good have not had a chance to develop, and the neural pathways for feeling bad are quite practiced. feeling good, too, takes conscious practice.
Plus, normal and healthy - SAFE - seems so BORING. Because you’re so used to drama. It’s hard to be still and quiet together, without assuming something is wrong.
Glen Powell posted this 3 years ago today and now the movie that he didn’t think he’d be in has now grossed over a billion dollars. It’s propelled him to a whole new level of fame. That’s wild and I think this a pretty great example that sometimes life doesn’t give you exactly what you want but sometimes it all works out in the end ❤️
Okay, obligatory ask for a fic with Rooster x Reader x Hangman.
I'm normally not a sucker for "competition"-type fics, but oh my god, these two would constantly be sizing each other up or one upping the other. Like Hangman gets you flowers one day and smirks over at Rooster, but the next day, Rooster gets a bigger bouquet and winks at Hangman as you go in for a hug. Just like, a constant subtle dick-measuring competition. And like, they try to keep it subtle, but Reader knows this is happening and finally says something after one of them goes too far, and the boys placate Reader with a steamy NSFW session that's all about "teamwork" (if you know what I mean 😏).
Like, tell me that's not perfect????
Hello new best friend! I like how your brain works.
I started writing this as a headcanon, but it got away from me. It’s now over 2.5K and going strong. It will probably take me a while to finish. I don’t want to leave your ask hanging so I hope you like the preview below.
I did switch things up a little. Reader runs Admiral Simpson’s office and due to a misunderstanding thinks Rooster and Hangman aren’t actually into her and are instead playing a game at her expense.
Let me know if this is something people want to read more of!
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader x Jake "Hangman" Seresin
Word Count: 1K
Rating: Mature (There is some cursing and sexually suggestive language).
You’ve heard rumors about pilots running games on unsuspecting women, competing for bragging rights like being the first to sleep with a girl or get her number. You never expected to be the subject of one, wrongly assuming no one was stupid enough to mess with the woman who managed the admiral's office. Except apparently for these two idiots. At first you’re too mad and embarrassed to address the issue, sitting with the revelation for a few days until a life-size stuffed bear arrives from Rooster. That’s when you know you need to do something and do it fast. The last thing you want is for your boss to catch wind of this.
You send Rooster and Hangman a meeting invite from the admiral when you know your boss will be off base. Both men show up with Starbucks in hand for you and although it physically pains you to dump out good coffee, you relish the look on their faces when you drop the cups in the trash can.
“This stops today,” you tell them, arms folded over your chest. “Whatever game you’re playing, I want no part of it. No more gifts or flowers.”
Both men exchange a look.
"It's not a game ma'am," Hangman says.
Your eyes narrow and you purse your lips. “Then what the hell are you doing?”
“Wooing you,” Rooster offers rubbing the back of his neck, a hopeful smile on his face.
“Wooing me?” You repeat back, allowing them to hear how dumb they sound.
“We are interested in you,” Hangman adds, surprisingly earnest.
“Sure. You both want to date me,” you say sarcastically. To their credit when you stand up they both take a step back immediately. “Here is what’s going to happen. I will oh so kindly not tell Admiral Simpson that his two best pilots are behaving like a bunch of 12-year-olds with nothing better to do than play mean games and you’re going to leave me alone.”
“Ma’am, it’s not–” Rooster starts, looking almost a little panicked. You cut him off with a raised hand. He glances at Hangman who watches you with a blank expression but then you see a muscle in his cheek jump.
"Moving forward I am the ark of the covenant to you. You do not look at me or touch me. If you do, I will make sure the admiral sends you off to the shittiest carrier in the pacific. Also if I hear that you’re playing this little game with someone else, the aforementioned threat will become a reality. Am I clear?”
“Yes ma’am,” they respond in unison.
Rooster almost looks a little hurt. Hangman’s jaw is set and you catch him shooting his friend an angry look. They both linger for a moment after you sit back down at your desk, only leaving once it’s clear you have nothing more to say.
✥
For three days you don’t hear a peep out of either pilot. Then the admiral calls for a joint meeting that involves both of them. Hangman doesn’t greet you but you feel his eyes on you during the meeting. He’s got a toothpick in his mouth, working it hard enough it actually snaps in half while he’s staring you down. Rooster seems a little more cowed, giving you a quiet ma’am as he passes your desk. He looks forlorn enough that the admiral asks if someone shot his dog.
It makes you feel a little bad about the dressing down you gave him. At least until the next day when you find him and Hangman waiting for you in the parking lot. Hangman’s leaning against your car looking completely unbothered, wearing a pair of aviators with his arms folded across his broad chest. Rooster’s standing at what you assume is his lax version of parade rest. When he spots you approaching he raises his hands in a gesture of surrender.
“We come in peace. Just give us one minute and if you don’t like what we have to say we’ll go.”
You press tonight against your cheek. They were persistent, you’d give them that. “You have 30 seconds.”
“To be blunt…we fucked up ma’am,” Rooster starts.
“You fucked up,” Hangman says pointedly. “I told you this wasn’t going to work from the start.”
“Well, you didn’t have any bright ideas at the time, did you hot shot?” Rooster fires back.
You clear your throat, tapping your wrist. Both men return their attention to you.
“Let me handle this,” Hangman says, pushing Rooster back and stepping into your space. He flicks his glasses down far enough to look at you over them, his green eyes uncharacteristically serious. “We are interested in you. It wasn’t a competition. Well, not a mean one but we got a little carried away with it.”
“You expect me to pick one of you to…what? Date? Sleep with?”
“Either, both if you like,” Hangman tells you confidently enough that you're a little impressed by how stupidly self assured he is.
“But then we got to thinking, maybe you don’t have to choose,” Rooster adds, clapping Hangman on the shoulder. “A two for one deal if you will.” He smiles at you, that trademark charm on display.
You say nothing for several seconds, blinking rapidly. Whatever you were expecting from them, this wasn’t it. They’re both watching you but your expression is frozen. They couldn’t possibly be serious.
“I think we broke her,” Rooster whispers, the corner of his mouth turned up under his mustache.
“Nah, she’s imagining us all together,” Hangman says, winking at you.
You actually weren’t until he suggested it but now you can feel heat creeping into your cheeks. That would certainly be a sight. All those tan muscles on display...the two of them working together for your pleasure. You just know Hangman would be the type to run his mouth during sex and something tells you Rooster is eager to please.
“Think on it,” Hangman suggests, leaning in close enough that his breath tickles your ear as he moves past you. “If you’re interested we’ll be at the Rusty Monk tomorrow at 7.”
its always "what are your plans for the future, you should really be planning for the future" and never "wow that character you're obsessed with sounds so cool can you explain them to me. im sure you get them more than anyone else"
With the resurgence of Percy Jackson, I'm thinking of making a uquiz about which realistic godly parent you'd get (meaning no option to be fathered by Zeus, Poseiden, or Hades, and an rare option to not be a demigod at all) because I think we all need that.
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