#ford swears i know he does i know it

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Called to Duty 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, abandonment, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Captain Syverson

Summary: You struggle to move on from the biggest mistake of your life but find it hard to forget among the whispers of a small town.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You rub your lower back as you enter the bakery. You focus on the simple task; just a loaf of bread. You have a weak spot for the sourdough there. Just thinking about it, you could salivate.

You wait behind another customer. You think she works at the bank but you’ve never been very good with faces, even in a small town like Hammer Ford. Others don’t seem to have that issue as your name easily rolls off their tongues. The whispers are getting louder now that you can’t hide as easily.

The bank clerk sidles along the counter and glances over her shoulder as you shuffle forward. She sends you a judgmental look but you reserve any of the same. Everyone knows she’s sneaking around with the manager down at her branch.

You tug your shirt down as it threatens to ride further up your stomach. Everything’s too tight these days. Everything’s uncomfortable. Your fingers linger on the hem, touching the taught flesh beneath. Four months now.

“Hi,” you greet the woman behind the till, “can I get a loaf of the sourdough. I’ll take the day old for the discount if you got it.”

She smiles brightly and repeats your order, asking if there’s anything else. You say no. You budgeted for the bread, even a tea would put you too close to the line. She grabs you a loaf and she keys in the day-old discount.

You pay as she slips the wrapped loaf into a paper bag. Before you can turn away, she stops you, “have a cookie,” she points to the plate of shortbread beside the small specials sign. “They’re not moving.”

“I can’t,” you argue.

“You’re doing me a favour. I don’t like to throw them away,” she insists.

You smile sheepishly and take a cookie, hugging the bag above your stomach as you turn and nibble on the cookie. You cross to the door, juggling your armload as you open it, and leaving without a look back. You hear your name again before the door closes.

Who’s the father…

That’s the big question. You’re not married, not dating, so who could it be? The same question got you kicked out of your mother’s house. The pharmacy let you the dingy bachelor above as you spend your days working a till at the front.

You won’t say it, even to dispel the murmurs. You know it wouldn’t solve anything, only add fuel to the fire. ‘She should’ve known better. The golden prince of Hammer Ford is a known playboy. Why wouldn’t she be safe? Why wouldn’t she be responsible?’ They wouldn’t ask the same of him.

As you turn onto the street, your arm hits someone else and you drop the cookie. It cracks on the pavement and you look down, leaning forward to see the ruins. You deflate. Oh well, it was free, after all.

“Sorry,” a voice draws your attention from the spoiled shortbread. You look up at the man. You know him, you think. Again, you’re no good with faces.

He runs his hand over his shaved head then drags it around his beard, “I’ll get you another.”

“No, you don’t have to,” you wave him off, “I should go…”

“Miss, it’s the right thing to do,” he insists.

“Really, it’s okay,” you assure him, “I should’ve looked where I was going.”

“Me too,” he agrees. 

You tilt your head and push a shoulder up, “well, have a good one.”

You turn to cross the road, looking both ways. As you step down from the curb, the man does the same. Why can’t you remember his name? You swear you ran into him before. Down at The Horn with… him.

He walks parallel to you as you cross the street. You stop and look at him, confused.

“Just seeing you across, miss.”

“Uh, thanks, that’s very nice but you don’t have to do that,” you chuckle nervously.

“I know. Just what I’m trained to do.”

You remember, he’s a soldier. Yeah, Thor mentioned that. Just thinking his name stings.

“Right, well, thanks, I appreciate that,” you put your hand on your stomach and haul the bag higher, turning toward the pharmacy just a shop down.

You hear him follow you again. It makes you nervous. Is he going to the pharmacy? It could be a coincidence, it’s a small town. Still, it’s very odd.

You go to the door just past the store entrance and take out your key. He comes right up and watches you, looming strangely at your shoulder. You hold onto your key and face him.

“You’re pregnant,” he says as if you don’t know.

“Uh, yeah,” you nearly laugh, “I am.”

“Shouldn’t be carrying all that,” he says.

“Just bread,” you answer.

“That father should be getting you bread,” he argues.

You’re put off by his demeanour. He speaks as if he’s giving orders to the world around him. You guess that’s just his nature.

“He won’t be doing that,” you shake your head. “I’m fine, really.”

“You don’t remember me,” he adds, “I remember you. You were dancing and drinking.” He looks again at your stomach. You put your hand over it defensively.

“I wasn’t like this then.”

“You weren’t,” he frowns then points to your finger, “no ring?”

This is awkward. Where everyone else in Hammer Ford is happy to whisper behind their hands, he’s interrogating you in the street. You shake your head and look down.

“Must not be a real man who did that,” he comments, “I’m Sy, just to remind you.”

“Sy,” you sniff, “right, I–”

He says your name first, “I remember.” He taps his temple, “I won’t forget.”

You swallow and the bag crinkles against your chest, “I’m… gonna go, uh, Sy, my feet hurt.”

“Be safe,” he commands.

“Thanks,” you utter awkwardly and stick your key in the slot. He stands staunchly as he is and as you pull the door open, he reaches to open it all the way and holds it, “got it.”

You keep the fragile smile on your lips and bow inside. He lets it close slowly and you pause to make sure he’s on the other side. You twist the lock into place and recoil. That was very weird.

#captain syverson #dark captain syverson #dark!captain syverson #captain syverson x reader #au #backwoods au #drabble #series #called to duty #sand castle

[misathinks]

this little trend is so cute omg

but I don’t have a bf…or a husband… so,

things my situationship (?) does that are very Porter coded ♡

obsessed with cars and when I told him I just wanted a regular ford pickup he called me boring and rolled his eyes

“oh btw I won’t be in class today” “what? you’re leaving me? why?” “you’re acting a lot like you’d miss me sir!!” “and what if I did?”

proceeded to FaceTime me while he was sitting in said class

called me emo after I told him my quince dress was black. Mind you I’ve never seen him in anything else BUT black.

threw me over his shoulder and spun me around after I told him I’d be too heavy

Bullied me for my braids the whole day, then, “maybe I should put a hat on.” “Why?” “dunno.” “Do you actually think they look bad?? Never listen to me again”

puts his headphones on me at random times to show off his “hardcore” music taste (rap), but he was in Faye Webster’s top listeners for 2023… also thinks I don’t know this

“hey I love my little pony!!” “honestly??” “yeah, Twilight Sparkle is goated”

remembers almost every episode and its plot, including Equestria Girls

swears up and down he’s a “lover” but has played multiple girls in the past

Interestingly enough though hasn’t talked to anybody but me since we met. Very surprising

“I don’t see the issue you have with me tbh” “get off my cellphone please.” “lemme hit? :/”

gets mad at me if I open doors for him. “I am not going through there.” “you’re beyond difficult.” And then opens the door for me instead

acts nonchalant and tough with his friends and other ppl and then sweet to me

would be endearing if he didn’t join them making fun of me sometimes

says he doesn’t mean it afterwards

“I told you to never call me again. ” “…if I get you Wendy’s will you forgive me?” “yes actually!”

had horrible cramps once and he kept his hand on my stomach for an hour while working because I told him it helped

notices little things like my texting habits and the tone of my voice…He knows what he’s doing. Bastard.

“*talking about my research project*” “you like… smile with your eyes.” “I do?” “yeah.” “oh.” “sorry, I just like to look at you. Keep going.”

please help me.

tbh tho he could be Vincent if he tried.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted porter #I don’t know why I still talk to him #he has big eyes that’s why. damn #dw I’m self aware ik hes toxic #hopefully he comes to his senses bc we could be married with two kids by now 😞 #Also if this isn’t porter-esque.. bare w me #haven’t even listened to the summit audio

[irisintheafterglow]

smoke his ass! (pro racer!gojo x you)

cw/tags: a lot of swearing lol, established relationship, banter and dialogue driven

note: didn't think this would get too long, but i liked writing this a lot! hope you enjoy :)

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

"that fucker in the ford is going to get smited if he doesn't stop being the ass-est human to ever exist."

"is it smited or smote? smot?" your pit lead shoots you a smirk, absolutely certain of who the 'fucker in the ford' was that was making your driver so infuriated. "i'm not sure smited is a word," suguru whispers through your mic.

"you're gonna be next, suguru geto. burnt to a crisp that would make hell jealous."

"geez, satoru," you mutter, praying that a convenient line of static or the sound of the wheels revving distorted his threats on any live feeds of his pov. "what's got you so worked up?"

"he needs to take me to dinner first before he rides my ass!" the last three words of his declaration blare in your headphones and you wince, already aware of the hearing loss you must experience from being around deafening engines all the time. the engine temperature spikes as satoru flicks the lever up a gear and makes a narrow pass around the second-place porsche. with the ford and the porsche eating his dust, he was able to regain some momentum with such an unexpected maneuver. he's quick to rein in the flare in his temper, though, and he can already predict your protests to pushing the car at an unnecessary time. "i know, i know. that pass was untimely, but i'm mad as hell right now."

"you're about to be madder," you say with no ounce of remorse and automatically tune out the groan of frustration crackling through the line. "i'm pitting you for new wheels and i wanna check your windscreen. that mcclaren crash during lap four probably threw some bad debris your way." his silence speaks volumes, his irritation obvious. yes, the stop may force satoru to work harder on his way back to the podium, but it was necessary to keep him safe for the remainder of the race. his car swerves unceremoniously into the pit lane and suguru's crew make quick work of replacing the tires. you meet his eyes through the window and find them seething, his gloves holding the wheel in a white-knuckle grip. before you could blink, he was zooming away again, adamant on showing the ford driver what the honored one is truly capable of. "you with me, satoru?"

"loud and clear. can i get a 'who's who' on that ford?"

"magic word?"

"i'm in shambles for you," he replies without missing a beat.

"look, you're climbing back to second and he's in fourth, satoru. he doesn't matter-"

"he plays dirty, so he does matter if he keeps trying to flip me into fucking oblivion," he counters and you sigh, defeated. you double-check the roster and see a name you weren't familiar with, someone who must have flown under the radar from the lower circuits.

"fushiguro. fushiguro toji." you watch the ferrari icon next to satoru's name steadily climb the leaderboard as he returns to his spot in third, with the porsche in front of him and the ford on his tail.

"new?"

"to these races, yeah, but it seems that he's dealt with drivers like you before."

"what do you mean, 'drivers like me?'"

"i mean that we've found a more reckless driver than you." the ford cuts a hard left to come parallel with the driver's side, barely missing one of satoru's back wheel wells. "case in point."

"then i think it's time he learned his place," satoru snarls. within seconds, he throws the car into a higher gear and swings wide on the following right turn, accelerating at the peak of his centripetal force and slamming on the gas at the straightaway. "how's that for reckless driving, asshole?"

"take a breath, hotshot," you chuckle and hear him click his tongue in defiance. you're slightly in awe of his move, but you weren't going to tell him that over comms. "you've still got a few more laps to go and you can easily burn out if you're not careful," you remind him but feel in your bones that he's found his way back into his groove, his own little pocket of racing that was created when it was only you on the line, him on the track, and a podium finish in sight.

"stay on the line?"

"i'm not going anywhere, sweetheart." you can hear him smile at the rare slip of affection, something you're very cautious about when you were both in professional settings. while your relationship with satoru was no secret, you tried to keep public reminders to a minimum to avoid overshadowing his racing career. you knew which story the press would choose first between his love life and his titles. "just get back faster."

"i'm trying, but this mercedes is giving me a rough time." you fight the urge to laugh, having seen this sequence play out numerous times in the past. towards the end of races where something threw him off, he tended to lose morale during the last few laps. however, since you became his lead engineer, you've developed the uncanny skill of saying the three magic words to fire him up again.

"you're in a ferrari, gojo satoru," you say. "smoke his ass." like clockwork, the words register in his mind and he finds a new sense of determination, rocketing past the mercedes and over the checkered line for another first-place finish on his shelf. "there you go, there's my speed demon boyfriend," you murmur in his ear when he tugs off his helmet and gloves and holds you close.

"sorry for getting pissy about the ford," he says quietly so that only you can hear it. "i hope i didn't hurt your ears too badly."

"they're still ringing," you joke, "but i'll be fine as long as you aren't arrested for assault on fushiguro toji." a dangerous glint catches in satoru's bright blue eyes, one that makes the corner of your mouth turn down in a scolding frown.

"i'm not doing anything," he sings innocently while you make your way up the stairs to the winners' stage. "not yet, at least. and, for the record, i'm elated that he didn't make podium." before he leaves, he's quick to give you a peck on the cheek that makes your face heat. "and, i love you a lot. i'm gonna go get our trophy now, so wait here."

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[fruity-mega-coconut69]

Fake

[Pairings]: Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

[Summary]: At the end, your fake relationship does not stop you from loving Tara Carpenter and you too, get your happy ending.

[Warnings]: Swearing, bad writing, not proof-read.

“Y/N! Are you ready?!”

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“Yes! Jesus!I’m coming” You yell, coming out of your room to meet Kash.

When you come face-to-face, he is smirking. “That’s what she said:” Rolling your eyes, you slap his shoulder and walk past him.

“That’s not funny. “ 

He snorts and follows you out the door and down the stairs, leaving your apartment and locking the door. “Uh, yes it is?” You just shake your head, walking down the stairs. You arrive at the entrance and Kash opens the door for you, you  roll your eyes once again and walk out, heading towards Kash’s car.

“You know, if you roll your eyes that much it might get stuck in the back of your fucking head.”  He shrugs as he walks over to the driver's side.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Oh, which car is this now? Is it a new one?” You ask, sliding your hand over the hood before placing it on the door handle and opening the door.

He looks over before getting in. “No. I just haven’t used it in a while. I got it for my 20th birthday. “ You raise your eyebrows at him, but get in and close the door after you. Kash smiles. “ This baby is an Electric 1967 Ford Mustang. “ He brags as he starts the engine.

“Alright, alright. I get it, you’re rich. Now let’s get going before Mindy or Sam get mad at us for being late. “

“Oh, shit. Yeah. “With that, he drives out of the parking lot and speeds down the busy New York streets until he gets to your friend's apartment building. You see them at the side of the road, standing beside Sam’s car. A white peugeot 2008. Kash parks his car behind Sam’s and you  guys get out. 

Chad comes over to you and Kash, he hugs you with a smile and greets you. Then, he turns to Kash and gives him one of his bear-hugs too. As you look at the interaction, you smirk at Kash’s red face. When all of your friends greet you, Quinn speaks up.

“Ooh, I wasn’t informed that you were bringing your boyfriend, Y/N” Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Tara roll her eyes and put a deep scowl on her face, which goes unnoticed by you.

“Well, not my problem. “ You say, chuckling .

“Okay, everybody ready to go?” Sam shouts as she gathers their bags. Everyone nods and gets in her car. Huffing, you hold out your hand and Kash places his in it, leading you back to the car and letting go to get in the driver’s seat.

And, you start your journey to the beach.

– –

As you slowly arrive, you and Kash are still singing and dancing to ‘Manila’ by Ray Dalton and Alvaro Soler.When the song ends and you realize that you arrived, the two of you break out into laughter. You and Kash get out and he goes to get your bags while you join your friends. 

“Heyy, how was your ride?” 

Tara is first to turn around and your smile widens as you take in her appearance. A white tank-top with green cargo pants.” Hii, it was great, thanks! Yours? “ Her eyes sparkle as she smiles while looking at you, you immediately melt at the sight of her pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Good, Good. “ You mumble as you look away when you feel your face flush. Then Kash arrives and puts an arm around your shoulders then smiles at Tara. The others start going towards the sore and Kash gasps and yells at them to wait up. The three of you walk beside each other with you in the middle. Kash then looks at you and takes in your flushed state then laughs and looks at you teasingly. 

When you catch up with the others, you all start having funny conversations. You guys search for a good spot to lay your blankets out on for a while then you finally find one and settle down, everyone changing into their swimwear. Kash and you lie down on sun-beds beside each other and laugh about random things. When you quiet down, you catch him staring at Chad as he plays volleyball with Mindy, Anika and Ethan. Grabbing your magazine, you slap him on the stomach with it causing him to look at you.

 “What?”

You let out a laugh. “Stop staring at him. It’s weird. Ask him out! “

He sighs. “You know I can’t. Firstly, it would be weird, considering you are my ‘girlfriend’ and secondly, I don’t know how! “ He whines and you laugh.

As you continue talking, you don’t notice Tara staring harshly from the -not so far- distance. Instead, it’S Quinn who notices and nudges her friend's shoulder causing her to look at Quinn. “ What? “

“He won’t get swallowed up by the ground even if you glare at him the whole day, T” She lets out a laugh as Tara huffs and shifts beside Quinn, no longer staring at you guys. 

She puts her hands on her face and groans. “I knowwwww! “

“You should talk to her. “ Tara looks at Quinn with wide eyes.

“About what?” 

“Well, I don’t know, maybe about how you’re in love with her? “

Tara shakes her head in disapproval. “I can’t do that. What about Kash? He is a sweet guy. “

Quinn sits up with a serious look on her face. “Come on, T. I know that too. But It would be easier for you too. Don’t you think? “ Tara just shakes her head and Quinn scoffs, getting and leaning down to yank Tara up from the ground. “I don’t care. You are going to talk to her. Now.”  Then pushes her forwards.

Tara looks at her as she lies back down and glares, Quinn just smiles innocently and makes a whooshing sign with her hand. Tara rolls her eyes, but starts walking nonetheless. 

When Kash notices Tara walking over, he nudges your shoulder and points at her. “Oh, looks like I’m joining volleyball. See ya!” With that, he flies out of the sun bed and runs over to the others. Groaning, you fall back into your sunbed.

Tara arrives and sits down beside you. You turn and smile at her. “Hey, what brings you here? “ 

She rolls her eyes, but then smiles. “Quinn can be so annoying sometimes. “ At that, you let out a giggle and for a second or two, Tara is stuck, staring at your face, your lips, your nose, your eyebrows then she meets your eyes and you both blush.

Clearing your throat, you nod and smile at her. “Yeah, but that’s why we love her. Isn’t it? “ Tara nods while grinning then looks at the others. Sam is laying on her blanket beside Danny, tanning. Ethan, Anika and Mindy are at the bar ordering drinks, Quinn is where she left her, reading a book. And Chad and Kash are in the water, splashing it at each other.

You swallow when you look at her fully. She is now wearing a black bikini, her skin glowing in the light of the sun. “Hey, let’s go in the water, yeah?” 

“Alright” 

And with that, the two of you run towards the water at full speed then when you are far enough ,jump in while laughing and giggling. After that, you and Tara just float around each other in comfortable silence with smiles on your faces. 

Your heart is beating fast and your breathing is shaky as well as your voice when you speak up quietly. “Uhm…..I like you. “ 

Tara straightens up and looks at you. “Well I like you too Y/N. Where did that come from” She laughs nervously, trying not to read anything into what you said until you speak again.

“No, no. I mean I like like you, Tara! Hell even love you! “ You don’t know where this is coming from but you just go with it.

Tara smiles “ I… like like you too, Y/N.” Then it fades as she glances behind you at Kash, who is still fooling around with Chad. You follow her line of sight and let out a breath.

“L-Look, I know what you’re thinking. But let me explain. Okay?” Tara nods. “Okay.So, i’m actually Kash’s fake girlfriend  and he is actually gay, but he is scared to come out to her family, so when on one of the family dinners they asked him about his girlfriend that was non-existent and the next day he turned to me, so yeah.” Tara’s mouth is forming an ‘o’ shape as her eyes dance between you and Kash. “Yeah. “ You let out a breath, the slightly cold water cooling your body.

Then, you see Tara moving closer and you gasp when she is inches away from you. A smirk is placed on her lips then she pulls you closer by your waist, flushing your bodies together. A nervous chuckle leaves your lips then it’s muffled as Tara places hers on them. At first, you are tense, but you quickly relax and cup Tara’s face, tilting your head to the side, deepening the kiss. You let out a sigh as her mouth moves against yours smoothly, her fingers squeezing your hips before pulling away.

“Hhmm, I’ve been waiting to do that.” 

You let out a laugh. “Yeah, me too”

There is a beat of silence before your eyes meet and your lips clash against each other again. Her arm wraps around your waist fully this time and yours are around her shoulders as you guys kiss passionately. A smile makes it’s way on your face as Tara’s tongue pokes your lower lip before you open your mouth and it slides in, exploring your mouth and dancing with your own. She hums when you let out a low groan then pulls back slowly, just enough so your foreheads bump together.

“I… Love you”  She mutters shyly, panting.

“I love you, too” You're also panting slightly.

What you don’t know is that Kash and Chad already got out of the water and joined the others. Upon noticing you and Tara- and the others confusion- Kash explained the whole situation and he also didn’t miss the slight redness in Chad's cheeks.

Only when you and Tara hear a long wave of,  ‘whoo’s and ‘Yay’s is that you look up to see your friends jumping around and cheering, not caring about the hundreds of people staring at them.

Glancing back at you, Tara laughs and a second later you join too. 

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A/N: it's kinda short, so sorry

#jenna ortega x fem!reader #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x you #scream franchise #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #scream fanfic #jenna ortega x you #scream vi #Spotify

[buzzyb33]

Relationships.

Prompt: head cannons Y/n and Tobi in the early stages of their relationship in a honeymoon phase, completely head over HEELS.

Warnings: swearing, suggestive content,

Tobi is so in love and after you two get past the awkward phase you’re always at each others sides when you can be, though having a high demand job is a bit difficult, you’re a lawyer, specifically a family lawyer so working for home 60% of the time is nice.

You and Tobi met on your friend’s birthday, out for bowling and he was out with the boys for a video, the next bit got cancelled and while he went to get a sugary drink, so did you, you two making eye contact as you both ordered blue slushies.

“Great minds think alike.” I grin and he laughs.

“I’m y/n.” I smile and look at him.

He smiles back, showing a perfect row of teeth.

“I’m tobi, pleasure to meet you.”

I giggle quietly: “oh the pleasures all mine.”

“Do you not drink?” He asks as the young man starts to make our drinks, his eyes flicking back to Tobi every so often.

“Nah, sometimes I suppose like.. new years? Some birthdays but I like to focus on my work or something like that,” I reply generally honestly and he smiles.

His eyes go to a booth and he seems to be contemplating his options.

“Listen- I have to get back to my friends- but- can I have your number?” He clearly his throat.

“Yeah, yeah okay- course.” I smile and hand him my phone.

He smiles back and puts him name with a contact “Tobi ❤️” and I grin at his boldness.

Thankfully, the boys didn’t notice so he was clear.

Throughout the rest of the time at the bowling alley the two exchanged eye contacts and smiles despite their friends knowledge.

-

On our first date Tobi took- and payed for us to go to a nice restaurant.

“So, what do you do- for work?” I ask just as I finish explaining what I do as a family lawyer, sipping my coke.

“Well i- I make videos.” He said not-so-smoothly.

I him as I pick at my fries.

“You’re a YouTuber?”

He looks at me then laughs lightly.

“Yeah, I’m a youtuber.”

-

Since then, you exchanged schedules and went for little dates, the boys could tell Tobi was happier they just couldn’t put their finger on it.

Just after a shoot as he claimed he was busy- turning down lunch he got a call which caused him to spring to his seat.

He hummed and said various short words into his phone before saying he’ll send the address.

“Oh? You’re getting picked up Tobi? By who?”

Ethan nudges and Tobi sighs in response.

“A friend, that’s why I’m busy.”

He keeps his response discreet until a dark purple Ford Mustang Shelby GT500.

Ethan looks up from his phone as he stands with tobi, which his mouth is open a bit.

“I didn’t know she drove that..” he mumbles and Ethan narrows his eyes.

“It’s a ‘she’?” Ethan says as she pulls into the closest spot and rolls down the window to smile at Tobi.

Clearing his throat he utters out a quick: “bye mate,” and walks to side of the passenger seat before opening the door.

Her windows were tinted, but maybe not enough as he saw the mystery girl kiss Tobis cheek.

“You drive a mustang?” He asks after about a minute of comfortable silence.

“Yeah- as I got on my salary I’d already saved a bit, I’ve always wanted a nice purple car- so, this is great.”

Tobi would say that’s when he fell in love.

From then on, you two started dating a week after that and the guilt hit him, he hasn’t told anyone he was seeing someone, not even josh, he assumed Ethan had blabbed to someone but that wasn’t from the man himself.

-

After telling the boys the force to meet this girl was intense, mainly from Josh and JJ.

“What does she drive? What does she do?” Josh pokes his shoulder.

“Mate-“

“She drives a purple 23 plate mustang, fancy.” Ethan dad without looking from his phone.

Tobi sighs as JJ looks up.

“She has a nice car? Mate let us meet her! What if she’s not good for you- and you can’t see that.”

-

Later in in their relationship the two were inseparable, like horny teenagers at times, always holding hands and giggling, in their little honeymoon phase.

The bowling dates frequent.

Tobis way of showing affection were words of affirmation and some gift giving, which added up to flowers and hand written notes most nights.

But when you move in together? It was like ying and Yang, he did his videos in his office while you did your online meetings and mandatory work in yours, at the end of the day tight in each others arms.

After the boys became comfortable with you, you was closest with Josh (Freya).

You two weren’t big on PDA, it only really stretched to hand holding and thigh touches.

A/n:

This is short but I just wanted to get this out so

Next is Zerkaa then maybe James? I dunno!

Requests are open.

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Masterlist!

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[ns-imagines]

What they drive

141 Guys x domestic/everyday life

SFW | Word Count: 1.4k | Headcannons

**Long post with lots of pictures!

A/N: I dunno much about cars but I always wonder what the boys would be driving. See what they’re picking me up in for date night… this is just for fun and highlights the modern life they have outside of missions. Also the gif of Soap falling on the car took me out lmao. Not requested. -Kiv

John Price

A man who takes pride in his vehicles. He has two Chevy trucks. A nice truck for everyday use and a project truck. The perfect person to talk to if you are thinking of purchasing a car or truck. Price has got the “dealership scam” game down. You'll be leaving the lot with a good deal.

The project car being a 1985 Chevy C10. Price is always going on about how “this is every man's dream car to work on”. He says it everytime he opens the garage. Without fail! It's got a classic blue color with a few rust spots but, nothing a good layer of paint can't fix. Its the 90s car from the movies. Nothing else to say about it!

Ahh the project car. Price works on it when he can. Set up a lawn chair, get a glass of lemonade, and just watch that man work. Sometimes hell even explain to you what he’s doing. That is if you can even pay attention. There’s something so attractive about a man talking about what he’s passionate about all sweaty with a nice pump. HEY, wipe that drool off your face.

Price’s personal truck is nice. It gets him from point A to B. Everything on it is stock. He’ll always tell you hes gonna sell it once his project car has been fixed. But there’s still quite a lot to do on the project car. Its a 2012 Chevy Silverado in cherry black with a covered bed. Good on gas and can pull a trailer or boat! He doesn’t invest money in it for other than maintenance costs.

It smells specifically like “Lakeside Morning” from Bath and Body works car scents. The packaging is what got him. It was honestly super cute when he read the package out loud. “Smells like: Cool, Sweet, Fresh, and alone time on the dock” followed by a shrug and him throwing it into his cart. Does he even fish?

Oh, whenever he turns a corner in the Silverado theres a thud coming from the bed. Its a cooler that has been there FOREVER. He swears he’s going to take it out. Price brought it when 141 met for a cook out and some beers a few months ago.

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Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Don’t ask about the APR please. Kyle is going to use this bad girl till it breaks. Its his dream car. Price took him away from base to get a better rate for it! Its fast its speedy its a 2015 Ford Shelby GT350. Oh yeah racing stripes and all. He got it wrapped in a matte ocean blue. Im talking leather seats, tinted windows, and custom wheel.

Kyle loves this car and will always offer to pick you up. Ur always going to be passenger princess. Kyle always drives up reallll slow, rev the engine a little, and rolls down the window to smile big at you. He gets the door for you when you are both approaching the car. Don’t test him. He will literally sprint to get the door for you. An actual cutiepie

Hes so damn cute when it comes to long drives. Hand on your thigh and singing to the music together. Expect spontaneous trips!! He doesn’t even know where you guys are headed today.

Loves to speed up when there no cars in front of him. That feeling of the car pushing into you the sear is his favorite. Kyle is definitely the type to lightly bang on the steering wheel and go “Wooooooo” when returning to the normal speed limit. Hehe. Hope it didn’t freak you out too much. You will without a doubt get a few reassuring thigh squeezes.

Classic Black Ice scent. Cant go wrong with it! Its his car’s signature sent if you ask him. Kyle keeps his car clean. Theres a few half empty water bottles in the back but never straight up trash. He makes sure to buy the premium wipes for the interior. Like I said that car is his baby. Ugh did i mention the sound system?! Its absolutely amazing. You can feel the bass in your bones. Literally sounds like you’re in an air pod pro.

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John “Soap” Mactavish

His car is the hangout car. Like if were going out with boys were taking Soaps car. He drives a pearl colored 2020 Honda Accord. He ordered the under the seat lights and everything. Its actually a vibe in there. The music changes the lights or he has an app on his phone to change the color. Another amazing sound system tbh.

Similar to Gaz the glovebox in the car is yours. He even puts stuff in there for you as a surprise :,). Sweet baby Johnny. Like one time you got in the car like usual and opened the glovebox to grab chapstick or some perfume/cologne and sitting on the car instruction manual was a bag/box of ur favorite snack. When you looked back over, Johnny was looking back at you with a big derpy smile.

Since his car is the hangout car it can get messy pretty easily. He has to do “trash runs” to empty the random things people leave in his car. Dont get it wrong, It isnt nasty with random food left behind!! Soap has tried those like little trash cans on Amazon but they always end up lost under the back seats.

Johnny always goes with New Car Smell. He doesn’t have a specific brand he likes he just gets whatever’s at the gas station at the time. He also has the bad habit of never locking his car. Soap swears he always forgets to but you think its just a habit at this point.

CEO of spontaneous trips. You would never believe how much camping stuff his car can hold. Soap will give him car encouraging words as it struggles to go up the hills to the hike or camping site. He always keeps an emergency box under the passenger seat. Its shaped like tackle box. It has a first aid kit, some portable batteries with chargers, flares, and an emergency flash light. Last time you both went camping he was so excited to show you the random hatchet he bought. He keeps it in the trunk for no reason. I mean, he cant have it in the barracks so you suppose it makes sense.

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Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon currently owns two bikes. Hes in the process of selling his old one. Which is a chameleon purple painted 2006 Suzuki GSXR600 with 750 cc. It gave him a good year and half off rides. He took care of it and rode it to its top speeds. It has a scuff on the side from when he tried to do a wheelie but, he was going to slow and had to jump off before it fell to its side. Your heart sunk when it happened. Ghost was super embarrassed because he thought he had it down. He’ll never tell you though.

After a long deployment where he was getting quite a big of hazard pay (extra pay when you’re in a dangerous location) he saved it all up. As soon as he got back he bought a black 2021 Honda Rebel 1100 DCT. This bike is fast but it’s more for cursing. Trust that he’ll ride it to its max speed at least once for the adrenaline rush.

Bought you a matching jacket. He wont say anything about it being matching but you noticed almost after putting it on. Best part about riding is when you get to wrap your arms around his waist. Simon always makes sure to take it slow especially if you get nervous on bikes. Don’t even try to do your hair. He wont move the bike unless you have the right gear on. Ghost doesn’t wanna lose you from an accident.

You are probably wondering what he does when it rains… or maybe you already knew he chooses to ride anyway. I promise though that after a ride in the rain he will slightly complain about how wet the road was. It makes you worry because so much could happen with one slip. Simon will always reassure you that he’s an experienced rider. If you pick him up in your car he won’t be upset. Definitely wont say no to a free and dry ride!

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[nolita-fairytale]

call sign: tennessee whiskey | rooster x fem!reader & hangman x phoenix | chapter six

summary: now that the mission is over, you and rooster can finally explore this thing between the two of you... and you're not sure how much longer you can wait. rooster finally learns how you got your call sign.

warnings: fluff, 18+ only smut, swearing, mentions of death, military & aircraft carrier inaccuracies, second person pov

wc: 4.7k

listen to: tennessee whiskey - chris stapleton | the playlist

a/n: finally! the moment we've been waiting for and a rooster x reader-only chapter.

chapter five | masterlist | chapter seven

“What do you say we get out of here?” 

It’s the question that Bradley asked you that led you to this moment, his Ford Bronco parked at the back of the Hard Deck’s parking lot, where you practically ordered him to park.

He knows why you asked him to, but he wants to hear you say it. 

“You wanna get our steps in or what?” he jokes, as you grab his hand, turning to him. 

“Hmmm I think you know,” you say, climbing over the bench of the Bronco. You move your body so that you’re straddling him in the front seat, grateful that Bradley had the sense to put the top of the car on this evening. “But if it wasn’t clear: I want to jump your bones, Bradshaw, and I don’t know if I can wait till we get back to the barracks.”

He gulps, his eyes wide. He reaches his hands around your hips, grabbing your ass to set you down over his lap.

“I would love… nothing more…” he rasps, rolling his up towards you – just so you can feel how uninterested he is in waiting any longer either. You let out a gasp of pleasure as he continues with, “...than for you to jump my bones right now.”

His hands begin bunching up the ruffles of your red wrap dress, one of the spaghetti straps falling down your shoulder as you arch your back in response to his touch. 

“This… is so sexy,” Rooster compliments, his voice full of lust as he places his mouth over your now bare shoulder. “You… are so fucking sexy.”

“Rooster,” you moan, because his mouth feels damn good against your skin.

You’ve been waiting for this for two fucking weeks, so pent up, so ready to get all kinds of distracted by the tall, handsome brunette. You grab his chin, your thumb running over the scar he has there, your eyes taking in the softest smile he has on his face. With the sounds of the ocean in the distance behind you, you’re not sure how he does it, or what it is about him, but you’re grinning in return as you lean in, placing your lips over his. 

The minute your lips meet, it’s all lips, and tongue, and the lightest touch of teeth as you kiss him like you mean it. His mustache tickles your lips as you suck on his top lip, causing you to giggle into the kiss. Rooster’s hands go around your waist, pushing your body closer to his as you meet, chest to chest. You feel one of his hands tangle into your hair at the base of your neck, cradling the back of your head. You give him the most experimental roll of your hips, pressing yourself closer to his erection, a devilish look on your face. Bradley groans in response, bucking his hips up towards you before his hands disappear underneath the skirt of your dress. 

“Fuck,” he sighs as his hands meet the soft flesh of your thighs. He begins inching higher up your legs, his eyes meeting yours as he pauses. 

“You sure you want to do this? Like right now?” he asks, like he knows you deserve at least a bed. 

“I’m sure,” you nod eagerly. 

“Okay.” 

You feel Bradley’s fingers moving over your panties – the ones you’ve soaked through all night just from looking at him. 

“Fuck, Whiskey…” he trails off, his fingers moving your panties to the side. “This all for me?”

“Yes,” you sigh, feeling his fingertips graze over your wetness. “Touch me. Please touch me, Bradley.”

It’s the way his name sounds on your lips – not his callsign, not his last name –that sends him into a complete frenzy. His fingers rub tight circles over your clit as you beg him to keep touching you, and he can’t believe that you’re this wet already. Just for him. You let out a loud cry, grateful that it seems like more and more people are leaving the Hard Deck as his fingers explore further down. 

You gasp as Rooster slides one finger into you moaning at the way you feel.

“Shit, sweetheart. You’re tight,” he whispers, beginning to work in another finger. 

You whine, at the way his fingers stretch you open. He’s dragging thick fingers in and out of you, letting you ride him as you lean your head against his shoulder, breathing heavily. 

“Yeah, it’s been a minute,” you murmur, as you leave soft kisses on his shoulders and chest through the Hawaiian printed shirt he wears tonight. 

Bradley pauses, letting you sit up and remove your panties before settling back down onto his lap. You have the feeling you’ll barely remember when you threw them as he slides his fingers back inside of you, his thumb coming up to continue working on your clit. As Bradley continues to pleasure you with his fingers, you get to unbuttoning his shirt so that you can see that beautiful chest of his. Your mouth is hot and wet over his well-toned shoulders and pecs. You leave a few soft, open-mouthed kisses, before leaving little love bites and soothing each one with your tongue as you trace little shapes over them. 

Bradley has to admit… he likes the pain – or rather, the pleasure in the pain that you’re giving him. And more than that, he likes the little noises you’re making as he can feel you squeezing around his fingers, desperate to earn more from you. 

“You gonna cum?” he asks you, his voice deep. 

“Yes. Please, don’t stop,” you whine, your lips back on his. 

This time, you kiss him desperately, like you want to consume every single part of him. Your hands are in his brunette waves as he hits that spongy spot inside of you, swallowing your moans as you do. It’s when you feel him make a ‘come hither’ motion inside of you that you’re cumming, squeezing around him, grabbing onto his shoulders for dear life. Your orgasm hits you like waves, bringing the loudest sounds from you that echo inside of the walls of the Bronco. 

As you come down from your high, trying to catch your breath, you open your eyes, meeting Rooster’s chocolate brown ones. 

“That was so fucking hot,” he smirks, cradling your face in his hands as he brings you in for another kiss. “Watching you cum.”

He’s dirty. 

And you like it.

You smile into the kiss, letting yourself surrender to the moment. You decide you enjoy the way his mustache feels against your top lip as you kiss him, and you can’t help letting your mind wander over to how it might feel if he were between your legs too. You know you don’t quite have the real estate for that in the Bronco, but it’s a sacrifice you're willing to make if it means he’s inside of you ASAP. 

“I have a condom in the glove compartment,” he murmurs in between kisses. 

“Okay,” you nod, leaning back so that you can pull it open on the passenger side. 

It’s a bit of a reach, and you’re leaning even further back to pull the glove compartment open. Rooster’s holding onto your hips so that you don’t fall, as you grab one of the two condoms he put in the glove compartment before picking you up this evening — for, you know, just in case. 

When you return to him, condom in hand, you let out a gasp as you realize that you’ve lost your balance. You fall back against the steering wheel, laughing as you lean up against the horn, the loud sound ringing out through the parking lot. 

“Shhhhhh!” Rooster says, his hands racing to pull you off of the car horn. He’s laughing with you as you shriek, surprised by the loud sound. “Want me to fuck you or do you want to get caught?”

“Yes, sorry. I’m sorry,” you apologize playfully. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Gotta be more careful, baby,” he chuckles, as you hand him the condom. 

Baby. 

He’s not sure where that came from, but he doesn’t spend too much time thinking about it as he feels your hands undoing the button of his jeans. You adjust your body, allowing him to slide the pants and briefs he wears down his legs, your mouth dropping only just a little as soon as you see his hard, aching cock. 

You don’t mean to stare, but your jaw is practically on the floor of his Bronco. Rooster notices you looking and he takes it as a win – a huge boost to his ego. But he snaps himself out of it, tearing open the condom and sliding it onto his rock hard length, bringing his attention back to you. You return your lips to his, kissing him a few times before reaching down to stroke him. He hisses, followed by a moan of your name, not your callsign, as you press the head of him against yourself, dragging him from your clit to your entrance. 

“Fuck,” you gasp as you begin to take him, sliding down his length. 

If you thought his fingers were thick, this was entirely different. Thank God he’d had the sense to do that… since it had been a while since you’d taken a lover. 

“My God,” Rooster groans, pressing his forehead against yours. “Holy shit, you feel good.”

“You feel good too,” you gasp, finally taking all of him. 

You pause, giving yourself time to adjust, finding pleasure in the slight pain of his size. You begin to rock your hips against his, moving forward and back, then squeezing around him because he feels that goddamn good and you’ve barely gotten started.

“Holy shit, Whiskey” Rooster repeats himself as you grind against him. He tangles a hand back into your hair, as he pulls you into a scorchingly intimate kiss. 

It’s not until you begin riding him that he throws his head back against the seat of his precious Bronco, swearing loudly as his eyes snap shut. 

“You’re so fucking good at that.”

You smirk, continuing to ride him. You hadn’t been kidding when you promised him the best night of his life. Rooster swallows, and you watch his Adam's apple bobs up and down as he does. He grabs your hips, beginning to move you a little faster up and down his hard length, earning a loud moan from you as well. You keep up the same pace, the same up and down motion, only this time, you move your hips in a circle with every other thrust. Large hands come up to your dress, pulling the other strap of your dress down so that he can see your tits. 

With a dirty smile in response to your newly exposed skin, Bradley’s leaving kisses down your breasts, sucking and using his tongue to flick against your nipples as you ride him, your back beginning to arch as you find just the right spot. 

You’re getting close, and you can tell he is too. 

“Whiskey…” he moans, looking up at you from where he’s been pleasuring you. 

“I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna last. You feel too good.”

“It’s okay,” you reassure him, pushing your hair out of your face. “I’m close too. And we have all night. Make me cum, Bradshaw.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he smiles, holding your hips down, pressed against his.  

You shoot him a quizzical look, and before you can say anything else, he’s rolling you onto your back across the front seat bench of the Bronco. You’re not sure how the hell you both fit in this car right now, but he’s making it work, and you decide that you’ll just have to trust him. With one hand braced against the passenger side window, the other on his dick, Bradley’s guiding himself back into you, setting a blinding pace right away. 

“Oh fuck!” you cry out, as he drives himself so deep into you from this new angle. His hands are busy wrapping your legs around his waist, and you feel him even deeper inside of you. 

“Yes. Bradley. Right there. BradleyBradleyBradley. Don’t stop please!” 

Greedily, you’re pulling him down on top of you, and he’s kissing you again, not missing a single stroke as you squeeze his waist with your legs. You can feel it, the build, that spark in your belly. Bradley has no intention to slow down, and he’s pounding into you until you’re grasping at any part of him you can hold onto, screaming his name as you come. His thrusts are relentless, as he fucks you through your orgasm, and he’s not far behind – cumming inside of you with a strangled moan. 

The hard and fast strokes he gives you become slower, softer, and more tender as he begins to soften inside of you. Finally, Bradley pulls his mouth away from yours so that he can check in with you. 

“Hey,” he says, a stupid fucked out grin on his face. 

“Hey, yourself,” you whisper back. 

He leans down, pressing one more kiss against your lips before asking:

“So how about that last drink?”

“Let’s do it,” you agree with a nod. “But I will need to be fed at some point. Especially if there’s more where that came from.”

“I can do that,” Bradley answers, moving so that you can sit up straight. 

“And there is,” he promises, winking at you as you pull the straps of your dress back up over your shoulders. 

You have to brace yourself against the back of the seat, steadying yourself as you try your best to act like you aren’t completely fucked out. You find your panties somewhere in the backseat, sliding them on, as Rooster disposes of the condom in the small trash can he keeps in the car. It doesn’t take long for the two of you to collect yourselves, and before you know it, Rooster’s gotten out of the car, hurrying over to the passenger side to open the door for you. 

“Such a gentleman,” you comment, a smile on your face. 

“Mama Bradshaw raised me right,” he brags, proudly. 

“She sure did,” you reply. 

You step out of the car, your knees buckling underneath you as soon as your feet hit the pavement. 

A surprised yelp escaped your lips. 

“Woah!” Bradley calls, catching you. 

“Yeah, the hell did you do to me, Rooster?” you tease him. 

“You? The hell did you do to me!?” Rooster fires back, earning a giggle from you. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, and you slide your arms around his waist as you make the trek back into the Hard Deck for a night cap. 

As the two of you walk up, making your way through the door to the Hard Deck, neither of you see Penny Benjamin in sight. There are only a few groups of people left, and you wonder how much time the two of you took in the car…. 

“You just missed last call!” the bartender shouts, without looking at either of you. 

“Shit, sorry, Gary,” Bradley says, instantly recognizing the voice of the older bartender. 

The older man turns around, realizing that it’s you and Rooster. He looks from you to Rooster, then back to you again. 

“Rooster?! Aw, hell… For you two? I think we can make an exception,” the man says, picking up on whatever it is between you. You’re sure it doesn’t hurt that you’re here with him. He’s practically a legacy around here in Fightertown. 

“Can I buy you a drink?” Bradley offers. 

“I’d usually go for a beer but… if we’re doing a proper night cap, a Tennessee whiskey on the rocks for sipping would be divine,” you reply. 

Bradley can’t hide the surprise on his face at your request for the hard liquor. He orders one beer, one Jack Daniels’ on the rocks, waiting for the bartender to return with the last drinks of the night. 

“That where your callsign comes from then?” he asks, gesturing towards your tumbler filled with golden amber liquid. . 

You smirk, “You still want to know where my call sign comes from?”

“After what we just did in my car, I think I deserve to know,” he leans in to whisper, lowering his voice just to get you all riled up again.

He has a point and you want to show him anyway. Unlike Rooster, this isn’t a part of you or a skill that many of your Navy buddies know about. But you’d told him about your background growing up with a musician father and everything, so you figure, why the hell not?

You giggle, nodding towards the piano, “Okay, fine. Come on.”

“What do you-?” he begins to ask, but as you tug at his hand, he follows you without question. 

“I know this is normally your move but…” you start, sitting him down at the piano. 

Bradley slides over to make room for you, but you’ve already gone to unplug the jukebox, earning a few angry looks from the remaining bar patrons. You smile to yourself, hearing as Bradley plays a few notes, as you make your way back to him. 

You take a sip of your whiskey, before setting the tumbler down on top of the piano. 

“Well, scoot over!” you encourage, flirtatiously. 

Bradley chuckles, innocently holding his hands up before sliding down even further. You place your hands over the keys, really hoping you don’t fuck this up. Three chords, and then the lyrics:

“Used to spend my nights out in the bar room / Liquor was the only love I’d known / But you rescued me from reaching for the bottom / And brought me back from being too far gone,” you sing, playing along.”

Your voice is soulful, with the smallest bit of raspiness that reminds Bradley of a classic Jazz singer. He recognizes the song, but it’s never sounded so sweet to him till now. To say that he’s floored would be an understatement. Why couldn’t he have met you sooner?

“You’re as smooth as Tennessee Whiskey,” you continue right into the chorus, shooting Rooster a look. 

“You’re as sweet as strawberry wine.”

“You’re as warm as a glass of brandy,” you sing, nailing the classic Chris Stapleton riff on the word ‘warm.’

“Well now you’re just showing off,” Bradley grins, in between phrases. 

“Honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time,” you finish the chorus, pausing as Bradley presses a searing kiss to your lips. 

It’s hard not to get lost in it – the way his lips feel against yours, the way he kisses you like he may just take you right here – leaving a silence in the bar. A few patrons clap, and you’re not sure if it’s for the song or the kiss. 

“Well, if you’re gonna cut the music, you might as well finish the song!” one of the regulars, a man who looks about in his mid-seventies, shouts at the two of you. 

You and Bradley pull away, exchanging a laugh. You’re both blushing a little, his voice bringing the two of you back to reality. 

“What do you say?” you propose, raising an eyebrow. 

He shrugs, “What the hell? Let’s give ‘em a show.”

*

“I think this is the best burger I’ve ever had. But I swear to God, you cannot tell Jake I said that,” you said, staring down the In-N-Out burger that you and Rooster picked up on the way home from the Hard Deck. 

It could be the onions that makes this burger the best ever, or it could be the fact that you haven’t eaten much this evening and you’re starving. You make a few mental jumps that it’s not exactly the burger, but rather, who you’re eating the burger with.

“What do you mean?” Bradley asks, shooting you a look over his own burger. 

“Uh. It would be an absolute betrayal of everything that is Texas-chain fast food burgers: Whataburger,” you answer in your best ‘well-duh’ tone. “And don’t even get me started on P. Terry’s. Wait. Please don’t tell me he never took you when you were stationed in Corpus Christi together.”

“It’s not like me and Hangman were best buddies, Whiskey,” he points out. 

“Okay, yes. Fair enough,” you concede before taking a sip of your strawberry milkshake. 

“Well, you should come out to the south east coast sometime. Then I can show how we do it char-grilled style,” Rooster teases you. 

You roll your eyes playfully, setting down the milkshake as you pause to admire him. You’ve spent the better part of the night with him and you can’t get enough. From his silly printed shirts, your mini-concert back at the Hard Deck, and what you did in the Bronco a few hours ago… you think you might be an absolute goner for Bradley Bradshaw. 

“Watcha thinkin’ about?” he asks you, softly. 

You shrug, answering honestly, “You.” 

“Hm, well what about me?” he asks again. 

He can’t take his eyes off you. 

You lean back against the twin-sized bed on the other side of the room, as Rooster sits across from you, both of your legs stretched out. 

“Tell me something... real,” you request, wanting to get to know him better. 

“Okay…” he trails off, giving himself a little time to think about what he wants to share with you. While he could tell you a number of things, he wants to be honest with you. He wants you to know him. 

“Mav pulled my papers for the Naval Academy. Set me back four years,” he admits sadly, knowing that sharing this with you will fill in some blanks. 

“That… explains a lot,” you reply slowly. “I mean… just the tension between the two of you. I knew you guys had a history, but… that makes sense.”

“Yeah. He uh… he says it was because I wasn’t ready. But I’m not sure it’s the truth,” Bradley confides in you. His voice is a little sad as he continues to tell you more about Maverick. “After my Dad died he was the closest thing I had to a father. Then he just like… fucked me over like that. Didn’t see him for years until… till now.”

You listen to him, processing what he’s telling you. After what they’d been through together on the mission, you wonder if things could be different. 

“You still went back for him,” you state. 

“It was the right thing to do,” Rooster says. “It’s what my dad would’ve done – would’ve wanted me to do.”

“You think you can forgive him? I saw you guys on the carrier. I mean, do you think things could be different now?” you ask, curiously. 

Bradley thinks it over for a second before answering: 

“Maybe. I think… I want to try.”

He shifts his body, sitting up a little taller before wrapping his lips around the straw of his chocolate milkshake. 

“Okay, now tell me something funny,” you prompt him, popping another crinkle-cut french fry into your mouth. 

“Ah shit…” he trails off, with a chuckle. He needs another moment to think about something funny, especially since his ‘something real’ has left him feeling melancholy. Perhaps it’s why you paired the two – something real and something funny – together in the first place. 

“Uh… okay,” he says, still conjuring up the memory he wants to tell you about. “So Nat and I met in flight school. We became fast friends over something… unexpected.”

“Okay…” you bait him, on the edge of your seat to hear more.

“We both sang the exact same Lady Gaga song at a karaoke night one night. Back to back,” Rooster continues. 

“Oh no… and she tried to show you up,” you giggle, hugging your knees in close to your chest. 

“Yeah, tried is the right word. Anyways, I went first, and then she went second and she had this whole choreographed dance and everything, but then we got up there and did it together at third time which, you can only imagine was fun for no one else but us,” Rooster explains with a laugh. 

“Oh my god,” you groan. “Yeah, I’m not sure I’d want to hear “Let’s Dance” three times in a row.”

“It was Poker Face.”

“Of course it was!”

Your eyes meet his and you’re practically biting back a smile as he encourages you with a:

“Okay, your turn.”

You’re not sure why you weren’t expecting him to turn it back around on you. You’re used to going on dates, meeting guys and asking great questions, only to learn that all they want to do is talk about themselves. But not Bradley. You like that he wants to get to know you just as much as you want to get to know him. 

And then you know what you’re something real is. You feel the impulse to go for it, charging forward before you can back out. 

“Hm… My something real is…” you begin, stealing a glance his way in preparation for what you’re about to say. 

“That I like you, Bradley.”

You try your best to read his face, but he’s not holding back – not hiding anything from you. You watch as the corners of his lips turn upwards, his lips wrapped around the straw of his milkshake once again. But he drinks it and listens, and he can’t take his eyes off of you. 

“I know we haven’t known each other very long, but I think Nat was right to introduce us,” you continue, taking a big breath before pressing on. 

“I-, I don’t fall fast… ever. I-, sometimes I have trouble letting people in. And maybe they just haven’t been the right guys… or… I don’t know,” you say, feeling a little self-conscious as you wonder if you’re rambling. 

“But there’s something about you that makes me want to take a chance, even if we get deployed to opposite ends of the world and we’re oceans apart. It would be okay, if this were just a fling – if we decided, after our time here, that we wanted to go our separate ways too. I think what I’m trying to say is… I don’t know what’s going to happen between us but… I want to find out. Is-, is that okay?”

Bradley finds himself speechless, and he thinks he may have just fallen in love with you. It’s like you’ve stolen the words out of his mouth, the air from his lungs, and the heart right out of his chest. 

“No, it doesn’t sound silly. I-, I have the same one – the same feeling,” he stammers out, still trying to find his breath. 

“You do?” you ask, your eyes wide with hope. 

He nods, offering a hand out to you as he says, “Yeah. C’mere.”

You sit up onto your knees, taking his hand as he pulls you over to his side, where he leans up against the other bed. Bradley guides you back onto his lap, cradling your face in his hands and pulling you in for a kiss. 

“Yeah, I do. I’ve got this feeling about you too,” he confirms, placing the gentlest kiss on your lips. 

You know you don’t have to say anything for him to understand. You just have to kiss him back. So you do. You kiss him back, allowing him to pull you closer, pressing you against his warm body and toned chest. Let his hands explore all of you. The kisses become longer, more heated, more passionate as the progress, and soon enough your name is on his lips as you’re kissing his neck. 

You know exactly where this is going as he begins to untie your wrap dress – something he hadn’t done in the car earlier. 

“Wait,” you pause, pulling away from your passionate hook up. “Did you still want to hear my something funny?”

He chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before answering, “Maybe after.”

“Deal,” you agree with a smile. 

“You’re hilarious, you know that?” he asks you, pulling you back in so that you can pick up where you left off. 

“Oooh, you’re gonna regret feeding my ego, Bradshaw,” you giggle into the kiss. 

“I think I’ll manage,” he grins, his smile infectious.

read: chapter seven

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a/n: ok the way i've been WAITING to write this chapter. not just because of the smut but because of the piano moment. best burger ever convo was inspired by the one time i ate an in-n-out burger after desperately needing food after a night out. i swear to god i had a near religious experience with that burger and won't have it again bc it will never be as good. unhinged, i know.

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No art request but do you have any head cannons for bill??🤨

Ey yo why you makin that face? Is this some kind of interrogation??

Personally, I'm not a very headcanon kind of guy, more than anything cause I like to be able to see the author's vision, but more importantly, to avoid disappointments. Although this does not stop me from having a couple of headcanons:

First of all, I believe Bill had a much deeper thing going on with Ford, more than we were lent to in the show and the journal.

like- this "Oh my Muse" kind of thing is much freakier than just a nickname, these two nerds did way more than just a portal, if you know what I mean.

On the same matter, I think that, though at some point their relationship might've been kind of genuine, Bill saw Ford the same way a person sees their dog: someone who swears unconditional loyalty to their god/owner.

While this kind of bond does leave space for love and affection, there's this clearly marked boundary, a jeriarchy that states that one of the counterparts has a higher, a more elevated position in the relationship.

This same thing makes me assume, too, that Bill had felt betrayed as much as Ford did. Not because Ford did something wrong or deserved it (this poor soul had sacrificed everything he had, he isolated himself from everyone he knew just because he thought Bill was on the right; heck, even after scarring Fiddleford FOR LIFE, instead of apologizing or trying to help him, he was so gaslit from Bill poisonous words he thought Fiddleford was trying to sabotage his work) but because Bill's egotistical and narcissistic ass believed someone as naive as Ford was not capable of such thing. When Ford finally opens his eyes and gives his back to Bill, the dude is completely bamboozled. He did NOT expect Ford to drastically decide they were no longer friends. Bill expected Ford to say "Fuck it, we ball" and finish the portal once and for all. Bill thought Ford would be loyal to him no matter how bad the sittuation could get.

What would Bill do once he got through the portal? I don't think he'd kill him right away; he'd toy with Ford for a bit, til he got tired of it, and then would finish him off, just for fun.

As of Bill's backstory, I do think he used to have a brother. And for whatever reason, this same thing is the leading one for him to have become the wacky dude we know him for. Maybe his brother died/ got killed, which made Bill go apeshit, or maybe he hated his brother so much he was the one who killed him. Alex Hirsch did say Bill had a worse relationship with his father than Stanley did. Maybe what happened with Bill was a Stanley/Stanford dynamic, but multiplied by a hundred.

Say, he was his brother's shadow, and in an outburst of anger, he killed him, thought of the consequences of his parents seeing that scene and said "fuck it, no witnesses", took a gas can and burnt the whole family down.

This, too, comes related to what the axolotl said: "saw his own dimension brun. Misses home and can't return".

Additionally, the "says he's happy; he's a liar" verse and Bill's own "lie until you aren't liying; lie until the lie has become the truth" advice makes me strongly believe the dude has gaslit himself from the horrors he's commited so much he does actually believe his lies. He could tell you the sky is pink, and he would honestly believe it. And don't even try arguing with him about it, he will find a way of justifying why the sky is, in fact, pink.

Though it would be an interesting journey to redeem this guy, I would really love for him to continue being this horrible dude he is.

I don't know what The Book of Bill will be about, but if we're given more of bits about his origins, it would be amazing. But not go on full detail about it, cause one of the determining traits this dude has is being a mystery. And if they do end up telling something about his backstory, let it be some ironic and absolutely unserious tale; make the audience guess where's the lie and where's the truth.

Does this suffice your question, anon??? 🤨🤨🤨

Is there something else you're craving to ask? I have no trouble in answering haha

Also- I apologize for not posting much, there's a lot of funny requests i wanna draw but it's kind of impossible for me to do much right now. I've got lots of exams and so very little free time, BUT i'll try making something for this next weekend!! :)

#ask #bill cipher #not art

[slayerchick303]

*SECRET INVASION FINALE SPOILERS*

I just finished Home, and I have some thoughts:

Rhodey was in a hospital gown when he got out of the pod! I swear to all that is holy, if they have him been replaced by a skrull after his injury in Civil War, I will march on Disney headquarters! That would cheapen Tony's death, funeral, and Rhodey's amazing conversation with Sam in Falcon and the Winter Soldier. I said I'd freak out if they made the swap previous to FATWS, and I meant it!

Gravik's human face was a man he killed, so I'm assuming the same is true for G'iah. If she is indeed going to be Abigail Brand as leaks have suggested (meaning Abigail Brand is dead), I'm going to be mad! Like legitimately disappointed. Brand is one of my favorite parts of the Astonishing X-Men comics run. I ship her and Beast so hard.

When was Everett Ross swapped? It has to have been after Black Panther because he would've reverted to his skrull form after being shot and/or Shuri would've noticed while healing him. Has a skrull infiltrated Wakandan leadership?! How many? For how long? Because that's BAD. Imagine the havoc skrulls could wreak with Wakanda's resources.

The CGI in this was pretty good. Especially compared to other recent Disney+ titles. That being said, I hate a lot of how they used it. Giving G'iah a huge Drax arm?! Bad choices in multiple ways: A.) the big Drax arm looked so weird as did other things. B.) do they think Marvel fans are too stupid to get what they were doing if they didn't make her arm huge? They should've kept Emilia's arm the same size, only given her Drax's tattoos and skin color at most. We would've understood. C.) the clothing changed too! How does that make sense?

Is Gravik really dead, though? Is Raava? We don't know if Raava has super skrull powers, but Gravik had like EVERYTHING. That seems like it should make him pretty invincible.

How did people not clock how off Rhodey was? There was like an enormous change in his personality. Raava was a jerk!

So, Fury and Sonya only tranqed those secret service members at the hospital. That wouldn't automatically make them revert, right, or every skrull would be outed when they fell asleep. If all those guards were humans, they were legitimately the worst security detail ever. That one guy literally listened to SkrullRhodey pretty much out herself and did nothing. He didn't even warn the president Rhodey was acting uncharacteristically. Every member of White House personale will have to be tested somehow. Maybe check for purple blood?

I really thought Ritson would die at the end. I guess he's just awful (which is unsurprising). I'm glad he won't be president much longer, as Harrison Ford is taking over the role of President Thaddeus Ross in Captain America: Brave New World. That being said, part of me worries that President Ross might be even worse than Ritson.

I kind of loved Varra and Fury's ending. It redeemed the awful, "I guess we'll never know moment."

****EDIT:**** I didn't think about this at the time, but I saw someone else bring it up. G'iah has Captain Marvel powers now! Doesn't that mean she should be caught up in the entanglement mess Captain Marvel, Photon, and Miss Marvel are dealing with in The Marvels?! That's an ENORMOUS plot hole. Not to mention, G'iah is ridiculously overpowered now. People complain about how powerful Superman is, and G'iah is so much worse.

I enjoyed Secret Invasion, even if it wasn't the best Disney+ show. The comics are still WAY better. Regardless, I'm looking forward to The Marvels even more now.

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[tacobellabeanburrito]

WEE WOO WEE WOO

Hey guys! I made playlists for both Phoenix and Miles! (Explanation for certain songs and rant under the cut)

There's some songs I couldn't add to Miles' playlist (Like the song "Decree Of A Prosecutor" from Turnabout: The Musical) that I really wanted too, but they weren't on Spotify. I got some other songs in there to make up for the ones I couldn't get in there, though.

I tried to do a thing where the songs go in the order of their lives? Like, in chronological order from when they were kids to present day? I thought it'd be cool and it's much easier to wrap my head around than just placing songs on the playlist. I like it having an order.

I also did a thing where some of the same songs are on both their playlists, and where a lot of the same artists are on both playlists because I like symbolism and shit. Some songs I took from other's playlists cause I wanted to make them have an equal number of songs and some I took from animatics and shit too.

Also, a lot of these songs aren't on a lot of the regular Miles and Phoenix playlists you see... BUT I LOVE THEM AND THEY FIT PERFECTLY OK? I also tried to do a thing where I put songs that I personally think they would listen too.

(Also lmao I took some of these songs from Stan and Ford's from Gravity Falls playlists on Spotify cause they really work together like...)

I wanna talk about their songs soooo badly guys.

I'll talk about a couple of them cause I wanna so badly.

Phoenix's Playlist:

I had an easy time finding songs for this motherfucker, and a lot of them are really good. There's a couple of songs I wanna explain though.

"The Great Pretender" is the most fucking Phoenix song ever. Like, holy shit. Kind of theater kid esc because "Pretending" yk? And it feels like he's always putting on a show and shit I don't know. Perfect.

"My Girl" and "Count On Me" are Pearl and Maya songs respectively. I see a lot of people do this thing where they make playlists for characters and only put songs based on the romantic relationships with that character and like. Uh. No? What about their family? What about their friends? People forget about that a lot and I don't like it so "My Girl" is kind of a Pearl being Phoenix semi-daughter song and "Count On Me" is a Maya best friend song.

OK SO, also "Poison" from Hazbin Hotel is on here and listen, I don't know if Phoenix would listen to this song BUT GODDAMN DOES IT GO WITH HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH KRISTOPH PERFECTLY. I put a lot of Krisnix/Kristoph songs on here ("Vampire" and "Wolf In Sheep's Clothing" mainly) because holy shit I love toxic tragic yuri.

Oh also, "Never Ever Getting Rid Of Me" is the most Phoenix/Feenie song ever. Everyone always goes on and on about how "When He Sees Me" is a Miles song and it is BUT NOBODY IS TALKING ABOUT "Never Ever Getting Rid Of Me" GIRL IT'S RIGHT THERE HOW DO YOU NOT SEE IT?

Miles' Playlist:

My boy's playlist get's soooo sad. Swear.

Ya'll don't get how much "The Run And Go" is SUCH a "Turnabout Goodbyes" song. It's so fucking good and it fits my boy so well. Just please, PLEASE LISTEN TO IT.

"Where I Want To Be" is a huge Miles song. I imagine him signing it when he's about ready to do his whole "Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth Chooses Death" thing it's soooo good. Also it's from a musical called "Chess" GUYS COME ON.

"Business Man" is soooo him and Von Karma.

"Wait For It" Please for the love of God that is such a Miles song. You guys don't know how much Hamilton has affected my view of these gay lawyers.

"Puppet Boy" Also slaps so hard.

"Death As A Fetish" is also a really good one for him.

Oh ok, so "Dear Sister, Your Brother" is a Miles and Franziska song that I absolutely love. People don't give this song enough credit.

Ok so "Brown-Eyed Girl" and "Vienna" are Kay and Sebastian songs respectively. Love them soooo much. They deserved a couple songs on his playlists because they are his children.

"Karma" is self-explanitory.

OK FINALLY WE'RE ON TO BOTH OF THEIR SONGS.

Fucking love putting Jet Lag on both of their playlists cause it fits them soooo well.

Also "Best Worst Mistake" from If/Then is their anthem. Like. Holy shit.

I love "If You Were Gay" from Avenue Q for them. They're so stupid and it fits them.

Um anyway, that's it.

Oh also, the friendship songs at the beginning aren't for just Miles and Phoenix. LARRY IS A PART OF THEIR GROUP TOO.

Oh also the two “Family” songs on both of their playlists is just me saying “EVERYONE IN THE WRIGHT ANYTHING AGENCY AND THE PROSECUTOR’S OFFICE ARE FAMILY”.

Also guys, I soooo badly wanted to put "Objections" on here but I couldn't find it on Spotify (Go figure) I'm guessing a lot of you haven't heard it before? Or maybe have? It's a fanmade opening for Ace Attorney and IT SLAPS SOOOO HARD. It's old but soooo good guys. Guys. Ya'll need to get in on the fan songs seriously.

I DON'T HEAR PEOPLE TALK ABOUT "TURNABOUT: THE MUSICAL" ENOUGH. Not the Random Encounters musical, but like, the actual one.

Anyway! Long rant over, tell me what you think of my playlists!

"Objections" fan made anime theme ^

And check out "Turnabout: An Ace Attorney Musical" Cause GODDAMN THAT SHIT I BALLER!

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[lazodiac]

It's time again to look at Thunder Junction's cards and try and divine where each and every one of these bad boys are from.

Also just a note in case people are curious; since Tumblr has a 30 image limit per post, I'll be doing all of The Big Score at the end, after all the colours and stuff. It's my prerogative and I'll do as I please. If you missed the first part, you can find it here! So without further ado, it is time for...

BLUE

While I don't think EVERY mount is from Thunder Junction Proper... newts ARE a creature that shows up in the west. I was initially thinking this could be for Eldraine, especially given it belongs to an archmage, but... ultimately, I think this is a native to the plane.

Another native, and dare I say this is a CHARISMATIC crab. I love the crystals on its back! I also love the blue cacti nearby it? Those are real by the way!

There aren't many turtle-men in Magic. Three, in fact, before this one; the Lagoon Sage, a Quandrix student, and a Kappa from Kamigawa. The Kappa has a VERY distinct look, the Quandrix is a sea turtle, and the Lagoon Sage is a snapper just like the Thunder-Thief over here... and I'm gonna make a called shot and say this is from Bloomburrow as a result!

Homarid are a Dominaria specialty, so this racist bastard is absolutely from there.

Djinn of this type are only found on Tarkir, so this one is easy. He's taken a break from his dragon-infested plane to relax under a waterfall martial artist style, and that's just kinda fun.

This is a tricky one, since the ability is pretty plane agnostic, and the design doesn't evoke much in it... but her collar DOES have the typical three-fang Dimir tell, and it'd fit both colour and what she's doing, so lets go with Ravnica.

Sadly a cursory Wiki glance tells me only that this guy is from America.

... okay okay, taking this seriously; the wings and the scroll and the steps, the name, all the flavour suggests this is from Amonkhet for me. It could be from elsewhere, but this feels the most "correct" for lack of a better term. I wish cards like this would get flavor text reprints down the line though...

These are some home-grown ghosts, and we know from various other stories (Gideon, Elspeth, etc) that when you die you go to the afterlife of the plane you're on... so these are some newly "born" natives.

These unfortunate individuals are from the dead plane of Oregon.

... what? I already used that joke? Okay fine. There really isn't any actual signifiers here, and the only humanoid in the art is too indistinct to tell. Given the content of the card is trying and failing to ford one of Thunder Junction's mighty rivers, I'm calling this card "native to the plane" for lack of anything else appropriate.

Oh hey it's everyone's favorite running gag from Ravnica. Fblthp is an easy one, so instead of elaborating more on our mono-eyed friend instead I'll bring up a question I want any of you reading this to answer.

Didn't they say during the initial preview teasers that there was an important plot event happening in the background of this card? That never bore fruit and I can't remember the exact preview stream I heard it, but I swear I did. I want someone to confirm this for me. I'm abusing my power.

Regrettably, the flavor text makes this spell be sourced from Oko's Home Plane. I do love this weird tumbleweed creature though!

God I hate Oko he's such a scum bag (derogatory).

A personal favorite character of mine, Geralf is an Innistradi born and raised, here to investigate the Thunder of the plane- as well as test how mana bonds work for planebound folk now that they have access to planar travel. Good luck, sir.

An obvious native of the plane. I quite like the flavor of this card as well by the way, it's just a clever way to incorporate the geysers you would occasionally see in the old west.

Another Thunder Junction native! It's wild how many of these there actually are, but wild animals do make up a bulk of cards in Magic so it's not THAT unreasonable.

Fun lore tidbit; allegedly the Thunder only started after the Omenpaths opened up. No one has lived here before that so no one can confirm that is true, and this flavor text suggests otherwise.

One of the only cards showcasing the least important members of Oko's gang of ruffians! Kaervek and Satoru busting out of jail thanks to the help of Annie Flash. The framing of the card makes it feel more like Kaervek's doing the real world (valid, Satoru is a loser this entire story) so I'm gonna call it for Zhalfir here- and yes even though technically everyone from Zhalfir is from Dominaria, it's a plane all its own now. I make the rules here!

The Fomorian made star-key to open up their vault on Thunder Junction, I feel like it is safe to say this was made here. It's got little arcs of Thunder and even looks like a deputy star, so it fits the vibe.

Fun fact; being a six pointed star, plus the fact that in the story they mentioned the sixth slot started glowing purple, I briefly had the idea that they might be implying the Fomorian's know of Purple magic and we'll get it in the big Space set we're getting down the line. Then I remembered Cosmium is purple and a major energy source for the Fomorion people, so nevermind.

I can't confidently say this is from Bloomburrow, given we don't know how big the people of that plane can get- so far they've maxed out at Badger and Fox- but I really don't know where this guy could be from otherwise! Maybe Ravnica? So lets call this Bloomburrow until corrected otherwise.

Incidentally this is one of my favorite pieces of art in the set. Love this fucking guy.

Beyond all the art signifiers, I believe it was straight up said on twitter this is a Therosian Sphinx, so she's from Theros. Good for her. Why is she wearing spurs...?

I'm fairly confident this is meant to depict Stella Lee, and she's from the Atiin people, so that's where this is from! Rundo meanwhile sounds like a Ravnica, but that's just some trivia.

This one I'm not fully sure on. The little bird like flecks of white in his magic, the watery energy... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before, but I can't quite place it. The red and blue suggests Izzet but then he's a Slickshot, the red-blue faction on Thunder Junction. I'm gonna go with my gut and say Ravnica, though.

Shit like this is why I wish we'd gotten a planeswalker guide...

Blue, so far, has some of the most easy and obvious ones to place, and for this I'm thankfully. This guy is a Stitcher, so he's from Innistrad. Easy as.

She's got some of the Sterling Company aesthetic going on, but I'm a stickler for stupid jokes so I'm gonna say she's from Zendikar. The armor could evoke Sea Gate, and they've always been good with ropes so why NOT translate that to combat?

Like with the earlier ghosts, dead-then-revived means you're native to Thunder Junction... but also this guy is clearly an Obscura from New Capenna, using some of his old magic, so I'mma call it for the big city here.

Oko's big bad gang preparing for the heist of the life-time. Since it's Oko's big idea it's from Oko's stupid plan.

The sort of misty blasts of fire and ice we're seeing here is aesthetically similar to the "gunfire" magic of New Capenna. I love this guy by the way.

Hey wait a second Ashiok can't do stuff like this. They can only read nightmares, not minds!

YEah for those of you who don't know, the Ashiok in this set is actually Jace in disguise! So this is from home-grown celtic Vryn mind-shredding. Our hero(?) ladies and gentlehommes.

An actual Sterling Company goon, though at least this one has a funny joke to his card. I still really like the work they did in making sure every weapon used in the set has the needed arcing loop for Thunder to channel through it.

Oh right the reason why we're here. I'm gonna say New Capenna again, because there's basically no defining traits here. Also god I just realized he's missing the front brim of his hat and it looks terrible. Graywater pay your men properly they can't even afford complete hats!

It took me a bit to realize what was happening in this card. The lady in the back is only choosing the final Spree option here, swapping around the Outcaster and the Hellspur's clothing. Rude!

Clothing swap spells seems like a funny prank to pull at magical college, so Arcavios is where this is going.

I think in cases where I just cannot make any reasonable assumptions based on art, I should look at mechanics. Flashback is usually in Innistrad... but this lady's neckline is WAY too exposed for that Even accounting for the new plane... honestly I give up, the only real identifying factor here is her little lockpick device, which... kinda looks Kamigawan? Lets go with that.

The vibe, the way she wears her hat, and the little phone cord(?) on her belt makes me think of New Capenna. Look some of these are really difficult and I gotta go by vibes!

And that's the 30 card limit, give me a half second for part two!

#outlaws of thunder junction #Magic the Gathering #MTG #OTJ #Planeswalker #blue mana #nerd stuff

[mlmxreader]

Meet The Family | Rodolfo Parra x gn!reader, platonic!Kyle Gaz Garrick x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ 90 "You're the only one for me, you know that"

And

84 "You might wanna be quiet, unless you wanna wake everyone up"

With Rudy please? ❞

: ̗̀➛ After far too fucking long, Rudy finally gets the chance to meet your family.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, banter, brief/vague mentions of sexual references, vague allusions to smoking

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You were adamant for your fiance, Rodolfo, to meet your family, and as he had been given time off for the holidays, you figured that it was probably the perfect time for him to meet your family; your step brother, Gaz, had also been given time off for it, and you were excited for him to meet your significant other for once.

Every time you had tried to introduce him to your fiance, something always came up and prevented it, so you were glad that they had both been given time off at the same time. You could only hope that they would get along, really.

But as Rodolfo’s car pulled up to the driveway, you were relatively giddy; your childhood home, where you and Gaz grew up, looked so small these days but maybe that was because you rarely saw it.

Living in Las Almas, you were quite a while away, and you rarely got the chance to visit anymore; you felt bad, but you knew that Gaz popped in whenever he could so you didn’t feel too terrible.

Your hand landed on Rodolfo’s thigh as you sucked in a harsh breath, and smiled at him as you raised your brows.

“Ready?”

He leaned in for a quick kiss, and nodded. “I’m ready… did you pack the Enmolada?”

You nodded as you gestured to the foil covered dish on the back seat. “How could I forget your favourite dish to impress people with?”

He chuckled, getting out of the car and making his way around to your side; you grabbed the dish when he opened the door, and stepped out with a sigh.

“Is your brother here, yet?”

You looked around, and when you noticed Gaz’s beat up, bogey-green Ford Focus, you turned to him with a nod. “His fucking snot-mobile is here, so I’d guess so - unless Mum sent him up the shops.”

“Is that his or-”

“His mother,” you explained, “but our Mum.” 

Rodolfo nodded, latching onto your hand as he followed you down the driveway; you didn’t even knock as you entered the house, tugging him along with you. You cleared your throat as you made your way through the hallway, and called out loudly.

“Ma! We’re ‘ere!”

But it wasn’t your mother who greeted you. Instead, Gaz popped his head out from the kitchen, and shook his head.

“Didn’t she text you to say she’d buggered off up Tescos?”

You shook your head, putting the dish down on the countertop as you let go of Rodolfo’s hand in order to hug your brother. “No, but I did notice you still have the snot-mobile.”

Gaz huffed as he hugged you back. “Better than still not being able to drive.”

“Your hair’s too short,” you told him, pushing him away as if he disgusted you. “You need to grow it out.”

“So I need to cut it shorter,” he hummed, grinning.

“You also need to shave,” you pointed out, wiping the pad of your thumb across your top lip. “You’re starting to look like a nonce.”

Gaz rolled his eyes. “You’re the fucking nonce, you keep tomato sauce in the fridge.” 

“So does Mum,” you huffed, nudging Rodolfo in front of you. “Anyway, this is Rudy. Rudy, this is Gaz.”

Gaz looked him up and down, then turned to you with a raised brow. “I was expecting a Tom Selleck or Burt Resonalds kinda stache…”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Oh, fuck off.”

“Is he a cowboy?” He asked, raising a brow.

You looked away, but Rodolfo answered for you.

“Kinda, me and Alejando are in charge of the Los Vaqueros,” he explained, “part of the Mexican Special Forces.”

The laugh that Gaz let out was loud and obnoxious. “See?!”

“You’re such a little cunt!” You howled, smacking your brother’s arm.

“It’s not my fault you have a type!” Gaz yelped between laughs. “Do you call him cowboy in bed?!”

You and Rodolfo both fell silent, clearing your throats as you looked down at the floor; but then Rodolfo laughed softly as he shrugged.

“I have a hat…” he mumbled. “Sometimes they wear it…”

Gaz laughed louder, but he was soon cut off when the door opened again; you turned around, and grinned as you ran towards his mother, hugging her tightly as you pressed your face against her shoulder.

“Mum! Gaz is bullying me!” 

“Kyle Garrick!” She barked, holding onto you. “Apologise to your sibling!”

Gaz rolled his eyes, huffing as he folded his arms across his chest. “But Mum-”

“No buts!” She snapped. “Apologise!”

Gaz huffed as he shook his head. “Fine, I’m sorry.”

She let you go, keeping her arm around your shoulders as she looked at Rodolfo, smiling politely. “And who is this handsome gent?”

You grinned, quite smug as you poked your tongue out at your brother. He narrowed his eyes at you. “Mum, this is Rudy. Rudy, this is our Ma.”

She shook his hand, humming softly. “Did he bring food?”

Rodolfo nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Ooh,” she grinned. “I like him. You best marry him.”

You looked at Rodolfo with a wink as you nodded. “I’m working on it, don’t worry.”

“Your brother will never marry,” your mother hummed. “He cuts his hair too short.”

You laughed as you glared at Gaz. “Told you!”

“Whatever,” he huffed, putting his middle finger up to you. “At least I can drive.”

“A snot-green car,” you pointed out. 

“You did good,” your mother told you, quickly kissing your forehead before breaking away from you. “Gaz, help me put the shopping away.”

“Yes, Mum.”

You smiled smugly at him as he walked past, but once they were out of the kitchen, you grabbed Rodolfo by the waist, and tilted your head. “What’d you think so far?”

“I don’t think your brother likes me,” he admitted quietly. “But your mum seems nice.”

You shrugged, patting his waist gently as you hummed. “Gaz is… he’s standoffish to begin with, but he’s… tolerable.”

Rodolfo nodded and hummed.

You and Rodolfo had to share your childhood bedroom, which was fine, until he went snooping and discovered some of your old photo albums; you laughed at first, sitting on the bedroom floor with him and going through them.

There were plenty of pictures of you and your brother, especially the one where Gaz had dressed up as Freddy Mercury during a school play about the planetary system; but they all made Rodolfo smile and giggle as he went through them with you and listened to you explain them.

The one where Gaz was crying because he had been attacked by a swan. The one where you had been crying because you had found out that the sun was going to blow up in millions of years.

Rodolfo kind of envied it, if he was honest; he didn’t have a brother of his own like that, and he could tell that you and Gaz - despite all the bullying and teasing - really did love each other.

He didn’t have any siblings, but he was glad that you did; he was glad that you knew what it was like, even if he didn’t.

He giggled a little loudly when you playfully shoved him, shushing him quietly.

“You might wanna be quiet, unless you wanna wake everyone up,” you told him, your voice a harsh whisper.

Rodolfo grinned as he pulled you onto his lap, tilting his head to the side as he raised his brows. “I have a way to keep us both quiet.”

You rolled your eyes, grinning as you gently grabbed his face and kissed him softly; you loved how he was always soft with you unless you asked for him to be rough. How he always checked in on you by tapping your waist twice, three times if he wanted to talk privately.

He seemed to know what you were thinking without ever needing to ask, and was always more than happy to have you close; whether that meant having you on his lap or just touching you in some way. If he was close, he was happy.

You had to admit, no one ever made you feel as safe as he did, no one ever made you feel as secure as Rodolfo.

You let your arms rest on his shoulders as you pulled away, gently raking your fingertips through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“You’re the only one for me, you know that,” you murmured softly. “I can’t fucking wait to marry you.”

Rodolfo hummed as he grinned, looking at you as if you were the most priceless object in the world. A masterpiece from an artist like Van Gogh. He hooked his hands under your thighs, drawing little patterns into you with the pads of his thumbs like he always did.

“We still haven’t decided what we’re doing about last names, you know.”

You shrugged as you settled against him, pursing your lips for a moment as you thought about it. “Not gonna lie, I was gonna ask Mum and Gaz about it.”

“We can ask them,” he agreed softly, nodding. “I think Parra-Garrick sounds good, though.”

“You wanna take my name?” You asked quietly, nearly grinning.

Rodolfo nodded. “When I step on that glass, I want to know that I’m never getting rid of you.”

“You can take my name,” you told him softly. “I’m sure Mum would love to hear about it first, though.”

“Probably,” he murmured. “But are you sure you’re okay with that, perrito?”

You nodded, gently running a hand through his hair. “Cariad, I’d be alright even if it was just ten minutes down the registry office in jeans and a manky t-shirt.”

There was a knock at the door, prompting you both to look towards it until Gaz stepped in and sat opposite you with a large grin on his face.

“Parra-Garrick?”

“Gaz, not now,” you huffed, moving so that your back was against Rodolfo’s chest, his hands just above your crotch. “Please?”

“It sounds good,” he told you both with a nod. “Do you have a chuppah?”

Rodolfo cleared his throat as he licked his lips. “Alejandro has it at his home.”

Gaz nodded, glaring at him. “Rabbi?”

“Already sorted,” your fiance replied, “we’ve had everything planned for months.”

Gaz hummed, then laid down on his side, making himself comfortable. “If you break my sibling’s heart, I will hunt you down. I will make you wish you were dead, and I will fucking destroy you. Do I make myself clear?”

“Gaz,” you huffed. “Me and Rudy have been together for fucking ages.”

“And you’re my baby sibling,” he growled out. “It’s my job to look after you. Even Mum says so.”

“I’m a year younger than you,” you growled in return, glaring at him. “I’m twenty-six next year!”

“I’ll be forty-two,” Rodolfo laughed softly.

“Still my baby sibling,” Gaz glared at you as he smiled. “And you always will be. I’ll be eighty-nine and you’ll be eighty-eight, and y’know what?”

“What?” You huffed, trying not to smile.

“You’ll still be my baby sibling,” he grinned. “You ought to decide, anyway.”

You tilted your head to the side, furrowing your brows. “Decide what?”

Gaz gestured to Rodolfo. “If you’re gonna keep him here when Granddad arrives.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Why, what’s wrong with Granddad?”

“When Granddad and Mum get together,” Gaz explained, “it’s like handbags at dawn… they adore each other, but my days, they will fucking argue until the cows come home.”

You nodded slowly, laughing softly. “Fair point.”

“Granddad is our step-grandfather, by the way,” Gaz explained, “he married my beloved sibling’s grandmother… how long ago?”

You shrugged. “You think I fucking know?”

“Too long ago,” Gaz chuckled. “But he loves our Ma, and she loves him.”

“They just also happen to love arguing with each other,” you pointed out with a soft laugh. “It’s like cats and dogs, but they’ll still sit down together and have a cuppa.”

“Speaking of which,” Gaz mused, pursing his lips for a moment. Rodolfo noticed that you did the same thing when you were about to suggest something. “Fancy a quick one?”

You hummed as you stood up, helping Rodolfo to his feet. “I could do - Rudy?”

He nodded, slinging his arm around your shoulders. “Yeah, why not?”

“You’re rolling, cunt-face,” you mused, nodding at your brother.

Gaz rolled his eyes. “Only because you can’t.”

#mlem writes #rodolfo parra x reader #rodolfo parra x you #rodolfo parra x y/n #rodolfo parra x yn #rodolfo parra imagine #rodolfo rudy parra #rudy parra x reader #rudy parra x you #rudy parra #cod x reader #cod x you #cod x y/n #cod x yn #cod imagine #cod oneshot #cod one shot #cod fanfiction #cod fanfic #cod fic #cod #call of duty x reader #call of duty x you #call of duty x y/n #call of duty x yn #call of duty oneshot #call of duty one shot #call of duty imagine #call of duty fanfiction #call of duty fanfic

[mistydeyes]

Some very American (and asshole) things about Graves

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summary: Phillip Graves is 1. an asshole and 2. very American so here's some headcanons about him.

pairing: Phillip Graves x himself (fucking narcissist)

warnings: SWEARING

a/n: lol I have a love hate relationship with Graves so this was fun to write (like I wanna kiss him but also punch him in his stupid pretty face)

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He was on the Homecoming and Prom Court in high school and he ATE THAT SHIT UP

He also was voted “Most Handsome” in his yearbook

Joined the Army purely because of the glory he saw in Top Gun (he picked a different branch because he couldn’t handle the Navy training)

Was pissed when he saw Glen Powell in Top Gun: Maverick

For weeks his Shadows heard him complain that they based the character off of him

Loves pickle back shots (whiskey followed immediately with pickle juice)—something Price finds revolting

One time, made his Shadows get him Chik-Fil-A because he was craving it abroad

Speaking of which, he’s such a pussy when trying new foods—any spice will immediately put this man on the toliet

Always smothers his food in ranch dressing

Cool ranch Doritos? RANCH. Pizza? EXTRA RANCH. Mac and cheese? RANCH MIXED IN!

“Happy Independence day, you colonizing fuckers!” he exclaims whenever he works with soldiers over the seas (and it just happens to be the 4th of July)

If he’s at home, just know he’ll be chilling in an American flag tank top from Walmart and drinking a Natty Light

Plus he’ll be launching fireworks all night long so hide your dogs

His home? You might ask. Well, picture a mansion tucked away in either Texas or Wyoming with that Western Cowboy aesthetic

Even though he’s very Mr. Americana, he secretly buys French perfumes and Italian suits (but will always stand by a “Made in America” tag)

Just looks like he has a good face routine but DOES NOT moisturize his body (if he does it’s because he’s getting laid and is ashy)

He heats up hot water in the microwave and uses one of those Lipton tea bags Ghost almost shoots him

Definitely competed in one of those “All you can eat hot dog” contests

Also proudly shows off his award winning “Wet T-Shirt contest” photos

“Sweet Home Alabama” can never be played for the 141, they get war flashbacks of Grave’s playing it prior to the Dark Water mission

Confident that he could’ve played a better Ken than Chris Evan’s in the new Barbie movie

Got one of those terrible barbed wire tattoos when he was fresh out of bootcamp to look cool to his new army brothers

Also just know if he wasn’t in the Army, he’d be going to the University of South Carolina and be in one of their top frats

But while in the Army, he used the fact that he would be deployed oversees to bring women (and his Tinder dates) in

Reusable bags? HAHA never for Graves, he doesn’t get why he has to bring one in or buy one for ¢15

Will either buy the stupid bag or carry everything in his arms like an idiot

I also just KNOW this man doesn’t recycle

When he goes to New England, he makes a big fuss on how they can’t make sweet tea

Finally, he just RADIATES Ford F-150 or a Jeep with no doors energy

#call of duty #mw2 imagine #cod mwii #phillip graves #graves call of duty #graves x reader #mw2 #izzie is writing

[slayerkitty]

Visual Effects in Only Friends MV part 2

The second song on the Only Friends OST dropped today; So What? by the amazing Ford Arun. Much like the first MV for Only Friends, this one is also has visual frameworks that made me stop and stare.

Just like my first post on this subject, where I talked about the late 90s/early 00s aesthetic of the show as well as controlled voyeurism (aka we only see what they want us to see), these themes show up again here, but a little differently. Unlike the Let's Try MV and the BTS vids which use multiple different effects and transitions as well as framing a lot of the scenes to look like (possibly) 90s camcorder footage, So What? has two visual effects (I think technically three, and I'll point out why I say it this way in a minute).

The first one is the camcorder footage effect. Except that it's even different from the Let's Try MV. While the Let's Try MV has the "play" prompt onscreen and time stamps, it now, to me, feels more like CCTV video than camcorder video. The video effect on So What? is definitely camcorder footage because it is time and date stamped.

Now, the time and date stamp is February 1st, 2020 at 6:06pm for every screen it appears on, which to me cannot be an accurate date/time for any of the scenes. Several of these scenes were from episodes 4, 5, 6, or potentially yet to air. Chuem drops info about Covid in episode one and in February of 2020, we were so early into the pandemic during that time that I'm not sure she would have referred to it so casually, plus with no Covid precautions being taken onscreen it does feel the show is set currently (aka 2023).

Why this date? Why 6:06pm? WHAT IS JOJO TRYING TO SAY HERE? Is this a specific reference to something upcoming on the show? Is this date famous in Thailand for something? Did he just pull a date and time out of a hat?

Onto the second effect: the yellow text on the screen is back! It was heavily used as a visual effect in episode one, and after a discussion with @ignoranaxed I did add it to my Narrative Frameworks post where I'm tracking visual effects on the show. We discussed whether or not this was an homage or reference to SKAM Norway, an extremely popular coming of age teen drama that had an amazingly done queer season (Season three. If nothing else, stop what you're doing and go watch SKAM Norway season three. You can thank me later). The show was so popular it has been remade in Spain, Italy, France, Germany (named Druck), Belgium (named WtFock), the United States and has even been announced as a Korean (BL?) drama for next year.

Is this an actual homage? I came down on the side of maybe. I can't swear it is, but I can't say it isn't. That yellow text on the screen is iconic due to SKAM Norway, and it is used in every single remake of the show (if Korea doesn't use it, I will cry. Also, if Korea doesn't release/air it in the same way, I will cry). Leaving that aside, the yellow text is in Thai, and as yet, I have no idea what it says because my subs only translated the song lyrics, not the onscreen words. If anyone who knows Thai can help me with this, I would love you forever because there's one other thing that shows up in yellow on the screen, and it's this:

WHY AN ELLIPSES, JOJO? WHAT DID IT SAY BEFORE THIS? I NEED TO KNOW WHY IT'S TRAILING OFF. IS IT TO BE CONTINUED? THE NOT KNOWING WILL DRIVE ME INSANE.

Onto the third , but maybe not really an effect: Is Ford photoshopped in here?

I ask this because if he is (and I can't quite tell but I think maybe?) then does that mean this is future footage coming up on the show? Or, like Let's Try MV did with it's extra SandRay footage in the car, was this just shot for the MV? I'm curious to see what people think on this.

Now for the rest of the MV where I just melt down because WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS DRAMA BETWEEN YO AND PLUG, JOJO? YOU CAN'T DO THIS. Also, is this Sand hugging Yo?

You can't do this to my girl. This will hurt.

Do we think this is Boston and Nick potentially going ice skating or roller skating? Because if it's roller skating, JOJO I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER.

In summary, the visual frameworks are back in play once again and what they're choosing to show and how feel important.

Tagging the ephemerality squad: @waitmyturtles, @wen-kexing-apologist, @ranchthoughts, @chickenstrangers, @lurkingshan, @twig-tea, @clara-maybe-ontheroad, @distant-screaming

Apologies to anyone I missed. If you would liked to be tagged in my OF posts/meta, please let me know and I will add you.

#only friends the series #only friends meta #thai bl #ephemerality squad #Youtube

[effortandmore]

caught looking: chapter 1 (knj x ksj)

summary: of course Seokjin has heard the rumors. most of them boil down to this: kim namjoon will get fired from the kiwoom heroes after this season is over. he’s the kbo’s youngest manager in history, one of korea’s darlings, always on every 30 under 30 list, and everyone is sure he’s about to tumble from the tower he’s built. or, namjoon is probably going to lose his job and seokjin is probably never going to make his dad proud, but they have a better shot at overcoming those two things together than they ever have alone.

pairing: seokjin x namjoon

rating: this chapter is for everyone, but there is sex in later chapters, so no minors pls

genre: etl, fluff, smut

au: baseball, specifically the KBO

warnings/tags: idk... swearing, drinking, and general sports things? eventual smut of the gay variety.

hello! sometime last summer (i think) @ugh-yoongi kind of asked for a baseball fic? and it was going to be a namjoon x reader one-shot but then it turned into 60k namjin chaptered madness? idk if i will keep posting it here, but you can definitely read it on ao3 - i have no idea if it's the fic you wanted, jewel, but i hope it becomes a fic you needed :) thanks to jewel and to jess, @the-boy-meets-evil for peeking at this last night to make sure the vibes were good.

It’s a Friday night in April, and Seokjin is at a party. 

It’s a party he doesn’t want to be at, but he’s never really had much of a choice in these sorts of things. He’s not there because of his job, although that’s what everyone might think. He’s there, of course, because of his father—the reason he was invited, the reason he was forced to attend. 

He’s at a party and he’s wearing a nice suit. The party is more of a gala, a fundraiser for some charity no one here even knows the name of, he thinks. But he looks good in a suit. Even if he hates wearing them, he likes the second glances he gets from pretty men who’re ashamed of themselves.

He’s at a party, and Kim Namjoon is also here, and they don’t talk. Not with words, anyway. They run in the same circles and they see each other at things like this, and Namjoon might be the one person who gets as many leering looks from strangers as him. 

He’s at a party, and he watches Kim Namjoon from across the room, in a suit as expensive as his own, looking tortured and handsome and every bit the protagonist. He wishes he were braver, that in this room full of expensive suits on cheap people that he could pull Namjoon away and say, “I feel like I know you.” 

Or, “I think we could be friends.” 

Or, “How dare you look better than me in Tom Ford.”

He’s at a party and he thinks the way that he looks at Namjoon is probably reflected back in the way Namjoon looks at him. Interested but guarded, a little suspicious. 

He’s at a party, and he knows Namjoon has a reputation, and he knows he does, too. He knows that even if they don’t talk, they’ve said innumerable things about each other, and he wonders if they would have said different things if circumstances were different. 

Of course Seokjin has heard the rumors. Most of them boil down to this: Kim Namjoon will get fired from the Kiwoom Heroes after this season is over. He’s the KBO’s youngest manager in history, one of Korea’s darlings, always on every 30 under 30 list, and everyone is sure he’s about to tumble from the tower he’s built. 

On one hand, Seokjin thinks it’s gross that people are giddy about it—hates that there are people happy to see someone struggling as long as it’s not them. It’s hard to know what to believe, really, because he knows Namjoon is respected. Respected by everyone in Korean baseball, respected by the press, by players. Seokjin’s own father hand picked him to lead the Heroes out of their historic slump… It just hasn’t worked out that way. And if there’s one thing Seokjin knows about this sport, it’s that loyalty will take you pretty far, but winning (and by association, money) will take you farther. 

On the other hand, Kim Namjoon (by all accounts), thinks Seokjin is a spoiled, entitled brat even though they’ve never spoken. So, fuck him. Let them eat cake, or whatever.

He’s at a party, spending far too much time considering Kim Namjoon and the way his ass looks in designer pants, when Min Yoongi approaches him with an unexpected proposition and he doesn't know what to think. 

“It’s been forever, hasn’t it?”

“Seems like it, yeah,” Seokjin acknowledges. 

“Still working for beom-jwe doo?” Yoongi teases. 

He laughs, more genuine than polite. The laugh he’s always been told to “tone down.” It’s rare anyone would call the team that to his face. Yoongi’s willingness to be blunt has always been one of Seokjin’s favorite things about him. “Yoongichi, no one’s been arrested this season.”

“It’s April,” he deadpans. 

It gets another laugh out of Seokjin. “True,” he says. “But I’m sure the Bears’ arrest records aren’t what you actually wanted to talk about.” 

Yoongi gives a nod, motions with his head to the side of the room. It doesn’t go unnoticed that he’s moving as far away from Jin’s boss and his boss’ boss as he can get. “How much?” he says. 

“Sorry, what?”

“How much,” he repeats, “to get you to come work for Kiwoom?”

It takes Seokjin by surprise. With everything he’s heard about the state of the team—the surely imminent firing of Yoongi’s right hand man, the animosity in the clubhouse, the tension between ownership and literally everyone else (including Yoongi)—Seokjin figured he would be looking for his own way out, not trying to fortify his front office team. But Min Yoongi is smart, a savant even. He wouldn’t offer if he weren’t serious and Seokjin knows he wouldn’t be serious without a reason. 

“I’m listening… but why me?”

“I know what you did in the offseason for Doosan,” he says. “Picking up Kwon? With the numbers he was posting in Japan?” 

“He has a skill we needed,” Seokjin says vaguely. 

“And Jung?”

It’s met with a smirk. “Same skill.” 

Yoongi gives Seokjin his favorite smile, the one that he used to give in college, the one that shows all his teeth and makes him look like a kid in a candy store. “I figured it out,” he says. “But you have the numbers.” He taps the side of Jin’s head gently. “You have everything up here and I want that for Kiwoom. I want you for Kiwoom.”

“Need someone to keep your baby manager in line?” It hasn’t escaped him that Namjoon is watching them carefully from near the bar, unable to school his face, betraying his own curiosity.

This, at least, makes Yoongi laugh. “Namjoon is good,” he says. “He’s doing his best with no money and my inability to convince ownership to give him what he needs.” 

“Yeah,” Seokjin agrees. “That’s what it seems like from the outside. I think I could help.” 

“I think you could, too.” 

“But what’s in it for me? Doosan is a sure bet, Yoongi.”

“So, you want to be an assistant to the assistant general manager forever?” He fixes Seokjin with a skeptical look. “You and I both know you can do so much more.” 

He’s right. He also has no idea what it’s like to be Kim Seokjin. He can do more. He could probably run one of these teams in his sleep. He’s breathed and dreamed baseball since he was a kid, but the right kind of opportunities in this business always come with strings attached when your dad is one of the more notable figures in the sport. And on top of that, Seokjin has always been careful to avoid the perception of nepotism. He wants everyone to know how hard he works, and that anything he gets is because he put in the effort. Not because his dad handed it to him. Not that his efforts are rewarded—people will think what they want no matter what. 

“A promotion?” 

“Vice president of baseball operations. You’ll do everything you do for Doosan, but the title is better, the money is better, and you’ll report directly to me.” 

Seokjin almost chokes on his beer. “Seriously?” he hisses. “Don’t fuck with me, Yoongi.”

“Seriously.” 

“What will Namjoon-ssi think? He doesn’t like me, you know. Thinks I’ve skated by on nepotism and good looks.” The world of the KBO is small. He knows what people say behind his back. 

Yoongi hums in thought. “I think you’ll be good for each other. You could both learn a lot from a different approach.”

“That’s not what I asked,” Seokjin says flatly.

“I know. But I think you already know the answer. It won’t be easy, but if anyone can do it, it’s you.”

And as much as he’s afraid to know the answer, he has to ask the question. “Does my dad know you’re coming to me with this?” 

“Yes. He didn’t like it. Said you wouldn’t either, but he knows you’re good at what you do, and he trusts me if I say we need you.” 

There it is, the seemingly blind faith that Yoongi’s had since university. They met their freshman year in a sports management lecture. Yoongi had trouble keeping his mouth shut when basic concepts were mansplained to everyone in the class by pretty much anyone in a fraternity, and Seokjin had trouble not laughing each time someone had the audacity to challenge him. Almost immediately, they became friends, and stayed that way while they both navigated working in the “real world.” Seokjin got hired on quickly because he had connections, but Yoongi did it all himself. He’s young for what he does, really young, but he’s always worked harder than anyone Seokjin knows and had a preternatural ability to take advantage of even the slightest opportunities. It makes sense, he thinks, that Yoongi had pushed Jin’s dad to hire Kim Namjoon—also young, ambitious, and willing to do whatever it takes. Maybe it makes sense that he’d want to hire Seokjin, too. 

“You’re going to have the youngest front office in the league,” Seokjin points out. 

“A little bit older with you joining us,” he replies teasingly. 

“I promise I’ll think about it,” Seokjin replies before he takes the last swallow of his beer. “But you know I can’t play middleman for you and my dad, right? If that’s what this is, tell me now so neither of us regret it later. He listens to me less than he listens to you.” 

Yoongi nods slowly. “I know. It’s not that. I’ll handle your dad if you handle Namjoon.”

That gives Seokjin pause. “Not sure you’re selling it the way you think you are, Yoongichi.”

“Hey,” Yoongi calls as Seokjin starts to walk away. “I’ll let you call me that all season if you take the gig.”

This is how Seokjin finds himself at a sports bar a week later, sitting across the table from Kim Namjoon, getting all but ignored. 

Yoongi, to his credit, is trying. However, his desire for Seokjin to “handle” Namjoon is starting to feel a little fruitless at this point. They’ve been at the table for almost thirty minutes and Namjoon has barely said two words to Seokjin the entire time. Only a, “Hyung didn’t tell me you would be here,” before he shrugged off his jacket and slumped into the booth across from Yoongi and Seokjin, picking at the label of his beer bottle listlessly.

“Anyway,” Yoongi clears his throat. “I wanted you both here because we offered Seokjin a job, and it’s important to the team that we understand how well the two of you could work together.” 

Namjoon laughs, but it’s bitter and fake. Seokjin does his best to bite his tongue. Fortunately (or not, maybe), Yoongi does no such thing. 

“What is your problem?” he hisses at Namjoon. 

“Me?” Namjoon looks incredulous and he sits up straighter. “My problem?” The older two sit and wait for him to continue, the vein in his neck starting to poke out and the peeling of the label of his beer bottle getting more aggressive. “My problem is that you,” he points at Yoongi, “said you’d have my back. You said you’d tell ‘Dictator Kim’ no. You said you’d help this team, and instead, you’re bowing down to him, trying to hire Kim Seokjin of all people.” Namjoon finishes with a scoff and a swig of his labelless beer before setting it back down harshly on the table.

It’s baffling, honestly, because Seokjin can count the number of times he’s actually met or spoken to Namjoon on one hand. On just the three important fingers of one hand, even. They don’t even know each other, so there’s no reason for Namjoon to say his name like it’s a curse. 

Even though he knew theoretically that Namjoon didn’t like him, it’s another thing to hear the man himself admit to it. He’s sure he looks a little shocked, he can feel the tips of his ears turning pink with embarrassment. He’s used to people assuming things about him—he’s spoiled, rich, careless and carefree—none of which are really true, but he’s not used to people seemingly hating him off the bat. He’s very charming. Everyone says so. It’s very hard not to want to crawl away and sulk about this just enough as is appropriate for an adult working professional. He likes people to like him. There are worse complexes to have. 

Meanwhile, Yoongi looks unimpressed. “Are you done?” he asks quietly. 

“Yes,” Namjoon huffs.

“Well. Let’s set some things straight. First, this isn’t a democracy, so if I say we’re going to hire him, we’re going to hire him, and you,” he points at Namjoon in a mirror of the other’s action earlier, “will figure out a way to play nice.” 

Seokjin hears Namjoon suck in a breath. 

“And second,” Yoongi continues, “I am doing all those things. I do have your back. I’m probably the only person in the front office who doesn’t think you should lose your job. And so you know, his dad didn’t want me to hire him. Tried to talk me out of it, actually.” Seokjin winces at this, but Yoongi just keeps going. “But my job is to convince him to let me do what’s right for the team, and hiring Seokjin is the right thing to do. He’s brilliant. You’ve seen what he’s been doing at Doosan. They have a shot at going all the way, Joon. We need that. You need that if you want to have a job next season. So, how about you let me do my job, and I’ll do my best to make sure you can keep doing yours.”

Yoongi doesn’t let his gaze break from Namjoon, who now looks a little sheepish across from them. Finally, the manager speaks. “Okay, let’s give it a shot.” 

“And?” Yoongi leads. 

“And thank you, hyung. And sorry Seokjin-ssi. I’ll be professional in our relationship from now on. I apologize.” 

Honestly, Seokjin’s not even that mad. Maybe having someone be skeptical of him is better than getting fake admiration from people who just want something from him. It doesn’t feel great, but at least they’re starting from a place of honesty. There’s something to be said for knowing where you stand, he supposes. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he offers. “If I take the job, I’ll work very hard to earn your trust, and to help you and your team be successful.” 

Namjoon mutters something under his breath, and while Seokjin doesn’t hear it, Yoongi grins. “I think you should say it louder, Joonie,” he teases. 

“I said, Ithinkyoushouldtakethejob.” His head is tucked down and he mumbles all his words in a rush, but Jin hears it this time. A little louder he adds, “You’ve done an okay job at Doosan. Can’t all be luck.” 

“Thank you, I’ll consider it,” Jin replies, amused, giving Yoongi a look. Considering where they started the night, “an okay job” feels like a pretty strong endorsement, relatively speaking. 

The conversation slows from there, Namjoon with his proverbial tail tucked, Yoongi and Jin moving on to talk about all the old college friends, players, and front office staff they know in common. It only gets a little awkward again when Yoongi asks about Jin’s ex-boyfriend. 

“How’s Seungwook?” he asks.

Namjoon perks a little at that. “Baek Seungwook? Star hitter for the Giants Baek Seungwook?”

Seokjin swallows his beer and nods. “Yeah… an old friend we went to university with,” he says, shooting Yoongi a look. Seokjin doesn’t discuss being gay with most people who work in baseball. It’s bad enough to be a gay man in Korea, it’s worse to be one who works in sports. “I haven’t really spoken to him in a while,” he adds. “Haven’t been down to Busan yet this season.” 

Fortunately, Yoongi doesn’t push it. “Ah, well, that’s too bad. He seems like a nice guy.” 

Seokjin barely stops himself from rolling his eyes, but before he can say something he shouldn’t, Namjoon chimes in. “Really, hyung? Every time we play them, he’s such a dick. If you ask me, he’s probably being an asshole to cover for something. Small cock syndrome, you know?”

Yoongi laughs and Seokjin gives a surprised smile. Maybe working with Kim Namjoon wouldn’t be so bad. Apparently he can read people well, anyway.

That night, when Seokjin gets home, his roommate is still awake, files strewn across the dining room table and coffee in front of him. 

“It’s late,” Seokjin comments, toeing off his shoes at the door. He realizes just now he forgot to tell his roommate he’d be out after work—he should have messaged. If it hadn’t been strictly work, he probably would have invited his friend along. “Sorry I’m so late, I hope you’re not up for me.” 

“No, it’s not you. I’ve got a patient I can’t figure out,” Hoseok replies. It’s cheerier than someone neck deep in work at one in the morning should sound. 

“You’ve always liked a mystery.” He shuffles past his roommate to get water from the purifier in the kitchen. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon.” 

Hoseok sighs and looks up. He looks tired, bags under his eyes from the long hours he’s been putting in. His new job as the only surgical vet at an animal shelter is taking a toll on him, but overall, it seems like it’s been a good change. He makes a little less money than he did at the last clinic he worked at, but he says he feels like he’s really helping in a way he wasn’t before. “What about you?” he asks, rubbing a hand over his face. “You’re out late.” 

“Ah, had drinks with Min Yoongi.” 

This seems to pique Hoseok’s curiosity. He turns around in his chair to fully face Seokjin. “A meeting with Min Yoongi? What about?”

“I didn’t say it was a meeting, I said it was drinks.”

“Please, hyung. I may not be a KBO bigshot, but I know how you do business.” 

“In slightly questionable sports bars in Myeongdong at midnight?”

“Exactly.”

Seokjin slides into a chair across from Hoseok and sighs. “Remember that fundraiser I went to last week? Yoongi was there, too. He offered me a job.” 

“At Kiwoom?”

“Of course at Kiwoom, he’s not really authorized to offer me a job with the Wiz or the Eagles, is he?” He’s lucky Hoseok knows him so well and won't take his sarcasm as anything other than a joke. 

Hoseok puts down the file he’s been holding and seems to consider what his roommate is saying. “I thought you didn’t want to work for your dad.” 

And there it is, the thing he’s been struggling with. He doesn’t really want to work for his dad’s team, doesn’t want to think his promotion is nepotism, knows exactly what it’ll look like on the outside, to everyone who doesn’t know that as much as he doesn’t want to work for Kim Minjun, his father wants Seokjin working there even less. “I don’t, but it’s Min Yoongi. And… I don’t know, Hobi, maybe I could use a change. Things have been… difficult the last couple of months.”

His roommate reaches out and rubs his forearm soothingly. Hoseok is the only one who knows everything, the one who watched him go through a bad relationship with Seungwook and an even worse break up. The only one, except apparently Min Yoongi, who knows that for all the good he’s done for Doosan, he’ll never get promoted there—the ownership hates his dad, thinks they’re rivals, got upset with the front office when they realized a “Kiwoom Kim'' had been hired into their organization. Hobi’s the only one who has heard all the stories of the old men who work with him whispering about Seokjin in the halls, talking about how he’s just a pretty face, just a stuck up rich kid. Talking about how his father probably planted him there to steal information. 

If only they knew that Minjun didn’t want him either. 

If he let himself feel his feelings like Hoseok says he should, he’d be sad and feeling unwanted: not good enough for Seungwook, not good enough for Doosan, not good enough for his own father. 

“A change might be good for you,” Hoseok affirms. 

“I’ll never get what I want at Doosan,” Seokjin agrees. What he doesn’t say are the four things he really wants. He wants to work with people that believe in him, to prove to his father that he’s worthy, to have a new office phone number so Seungwook can’t leave angry drunk voicemail for him anymore, and to bring in a little extra money to help out with the apartment. Hoseok works so hard, and Seokjin knows he feels guilty about contributing less on his shelter salary than he used to. He’d like for his best friend to worry less and sleep more. 

“Respect.” Hoseok says it with finality. “Do you think you’ll get it at Kiwoom?”

“I know I won’t get it at Doosan, so maybe I should try,” Seokjin replies with a sigh. 

Hoseok nods. “And,” he says with a grin, “their manager is super fucking hot.”

Seokjin chokes on his water, and for the second time that night feels the tips of his ears turn pink. “Kim Namjoon?”

“Yeah, I mean, have you seen him? Tall and thick, and you know on the off chance that they win and you see him smile?” Hoseok practically swoons. “The dimples.”

Of course Seokjin knows this, he’s gay and has a pulse. “You don’t follow sports, Hobi,” is the weak response he comes up with. 

“I’m not blind, though,” Hoseok counters, and it’s a good point. Namjoon is everyone’s type—almost three meters tall, has a publicly documented habit of going to the gym at all hours of the day and night and the build to show for it. He’s got a sharp jaw, a cute nose, and trench-deep dimples that split his cheeks on the rare occasion he smiles. It’s just that… Well, Kim Namjoon is kind of an asshole, and if tonight was any indication, working with him might be hard enough to counteract any or all of his hotness. Even when he wasn’t actively being an asshole, he wasn’t exactly bubbly. 

It’s not like he’s oozing charm. Which is what Seokjin tells Hoseok. 

“When’s the last time you even spoke to him?” Hoseok asks. “I didn’t know you really knew each other.”

“He was at the bar tonight.” Seokjin says it with all the nonchalance he can muster, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t now thinking about the way Namjoon’s biceps flexed under his shirt sleeves while he picked at his beer. Or the way he brushed his (soft-looking and very shiny) hair off his face in a nervous habit. Or the sharp line of his jaw when he clenched it in annoyance. God. Maybe Seokjin just really needs to get laid. It’s been way too long, and sex with Seungwook was never as satisfying as he told his ex that it was. If he’d been getting a good dicking, he wouldn’t be thinking about hot asshole Kim Namjoon. Or he’d at least just be thought of as “potential co-worker asshole” Kim Namjoon. 

“You’re blushing,” Hoseok says, clearly amused. 

“Am not,” he counters like a grownup. 

“Fine. But you can’t argue he’s not hot.” 

“He’s an asshole.” 

Hoseok just laughs. “Well, if Seungwook was any indication, sounds like Namjoon might be your type.” 

He doesn’t even want to justify that with a response. If Hobi had been in the bar earlier, had seen what Seokjin saw, he wouldn’t even bring up Namjoon’s good looks. “Too soon, Hobi,” is what he says, standing up from the table. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“It’s been six months,” his roommate says, tone softer. “I’m teasing you about Kim Namjoon, but maybe you should consider getting back out there with someone.” 

And of course he’s thought about it. Almost downloaded dating apps, found himself scoping out possibilities at his favorite bar in Itaewon more than once. It’s just that he doesn’t really feel worthy, and a random one-night stand with a guy who only fucks him because he’s pretty and then leaves at the earliest opportunity probably isn’t going to do much for his self-esteem. Maybe he’s a romantic. Maybe even after everything, he wants a relationship again, but healthy this time. Wants to feel valued and trusted and cared for. It’s not much to ask for, and it’s so much to want at the same time. It’s also too late (or early at this point) at night to say all that to his roommate, especially because Hoseok probably already knows. 

“I’ll think about it,” he says instead. 

“That’s all I can ask for. Goodnight, hyung.” 

“Goodnight, Hobi.” 

Seokjin slips under his sheets after a shower. His mind is still whirling after meeting with Yoongi and Namjoon. It could be a terrible idea to go work for the team his dad owns. Especially if what Yoongi says is true and Minjun didn’t want to hire him. At least his eomma would be happy, anyway. She’s always wanted Seokjin and Minjun on the same team—literally and figuratively. And then there’s the Namjoon problem, Namjoon who would only work with Seokjin begrudgingly, who seems to think he’s just the pretty, rich kid that skates on by. 

With a sigh, he resists the urge to rub his hands over his face (not after completing his skincare routine—he’s this pretty for a reason, after all). He thinks about what his roommate said, about maybe needing to put himself out there. And he may not be ready to dive into dating again, but this is one way he can put himself out there that might be a little less scary. At the end of the day, no matter who signs his paychecks, this is baseball. And Seokjin probably isn’t the world’s best boyfriend or roommate or son, but he’s pretty fucking good at understanding baseball. And he knows he can help Kiwoom. And if he can do it for a bigger paycheck while also maybe gaining his father’s respect and escaping the judgmental stares of the old, stuffy men in the front office at Doosan? 

Maybe there’s not much to lose. 

Before he can change his mind, he opens Katalk and sends a message to Yoongi. 

I’m in. How soon can I start?

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☄️Fireworks and Fallacy🩷

Douce amere chapter 10, older!dipper pines x reader, masterlist prev

“America!” Mabel shouted. 

Dipper mumbled, shifting slightly beside you. With eyes crusted shut, you couldn’t see his expression. Not like you needed to. “Fuck off,” he grumbled, 

“What he said,” you mumbled, throwing your arm over your face to shield yourself from the light.

                                            …

A party it was. Crowded, loud, fairly fun, a positive vibe. Mabel may have mixed the Fourth of July up with new years, and insisted that the fireworks wait till midnight. That sure was something. 

You sat with Dipper on the couch, Mabel’s mystery punch swirling in cups you both held. As the light hit it you were sure you saw some glitter. You leaned against him, and chatted idly as you both watched people dance wildly and drink just the same. Across the room, you spotted a familiar, probably fake, blonde head coming towards you. 

“Hey, Pacifica, you made it!” You said, grinning up at her. Your smile faltered for a moment though. Did she know you and Dipper were together now? You pursed your lips. 

She smiled, “Hey losers.” She turned around and sat beside you, and a drop of whatever was in her solo cup splashed your arm. “What are you guys doing just sitting here,” she asked. 

Dipper chuckled, “Watching the crowd.”

You smiled, pushing the thought down, gesturing at the people, “okay, settle this,” you started, laughing. “Who here is the final girl if there’s a slasher-esc murderer in the woods.”

”They don’t technically need to be a girl, also,” Dipper added. 

Pacifica rolled her eyes, and eyed the dance floor. “Isn’t it always the quiet nerd one’s?” She asked, brow furrowed. “Maybe Candy.”

You raised your  finger gun in the air, and pointed at the people, “That’s in movies, we’re talking real life,” you said. “And real life I go Grenda any day, look at her,” you zeroed in on Grenda, who was carrying Mabel on her shoulders, Candy in her arms, and still dancing.

Dipper chimed in, “I’m still team Wendy, she literally has years of apocalypse training under her belt.”

”But does she have the spirit,” you pondered, watching Grenda.

Pacifica smiled, “I think the person who runs away first probably survives,” she pointed at the corner of the dance floor, where Toby Determined was awkwardly shuffling. “That guy is sprinting out of here as soon as the murdered gets in.”

You gasped, “Don’t slander out boy bodacious T!” 

“He stays to fight and dies first,” Dipper laughed. 

Before Pacifica could respond, the music changed. You glanced at Soos, the DJ, as he talked to the crowd, yelling some sentiments about turning it up. You winged as the song shifted into awful blaring EDM. 

“Do you guys want to get out of here?” You asked. Pacifica and Dipper, Dipper and Pacifica. Here you were, slumped on a couch on the quiet side of a party, their voices being the only ones to cut through the music. Anywhere could be a party with them. 

They glanced at the party, then back to you, and each other. A grin spread across Dippers face as he turned to Pacifica, “Have you ever been on the roof?” 

She pursed her lips, surely fighting her bred in instincts as a born rich girl, opposed to danger. “I haven’t,” she said, folding her arms and raising her brow. You could swear you saw a tint of pink cross her cheeks. 

You looked at the floor, playing with your thumbs as Dipper told her about Wendy’s work break hide out. Pacifica, who kinda liked Dipper. You shook your head, and smiled, “we could start the fireworks early.”

Her eyes widened a little, and the corners of her lips started to tug. “Oh god, what do you guys have?” she hesitated, leaning closer.

You snickered, “no idea, but we could go find out.”

”Yeah, Mabel got… stuff,” Dipper added. “Only she knows… and I guess Ford, since she had him make some.

A cheeky smile crossed Pacifica, and she opened her mouth to speak, raising a finger in the air as if to cut in with some intelligent revelation. 

“-no, no don’t even think about it,” Dipper spat before she could, hands moving in several directions at once.

You squinted, shaking your head, “no, do go on, please, I’m rather curious now,” you laughed, scratching the corner of your lips.

“Ford is the hot one.”

Dipper groaned painfully as you grimaced, “ugh,” and shot her a look. 

“What, tell me I’m wrong!” 

“You’re wrong,” both you and Dipper said immediately, him with exasperation, and you with a hint of laughter. 

“Ugh, whatever,” Pacifica sighed, leaning back away on the arm of the couch. “You guys were showing me the roof?” She shrugged.

You stood up, pushing off Dipper in the process, earning a small grumble from him. You shot your hand out to help Pacifica up, “Come hither, m’lady and I shall escort you there.”

Dipper very quickly uttered, “gross.” As he got up on his own. “M’lady.”

Pacificas lips were curled forcefully down in an exaggerated look of disgust. She took your hand none the less, thought, letting you hastily pull her up. “Yeah, that’s what my servants used to call me.”

You started to walk for the roof hatch, finding your way through the crowded rooms, and vacant halls until the gift shop door. 

“I’ll meet you guys up,” Dipper said, wandering away to the bathroom.

You pulled the ladder down from the roof as you nodded to him. Not that he saw, back already turned away as he went. 

When he was gone, Pacifica spoke. “Okay, now that he’s gone, you agree with me right?” She asked, hand in her hip. “About Ford being the hot one.”

You cringed. “I mean I guess between the two of them,” you said, shaking your head. “But me personally, I think neither of them are at all attractive.” You looked down at her as you climbed the ladder, “maybe I’m the weird one.”

She snickered, “Yeah, you must have an awful type.”

“Well you’re one to talk,” you laughed, climbing through the hatch as Pacifica followed behind. You cringed again, stopping with your feet on the last rung of the ladder. 

“What’s up,” Pacifica asked. You looked outside, suddenly aware of how you were blocking the way. You hopped up and sat on the edge.

You weren’t trying to remember your mutual crush. “Um-,” you started, feeling the soft wind of the roof on your face. “Me and Dipper are actually dating now…”  you said, rubbing the back of your neck as she sat down beside you. “Um…” you started, trailing off. “We’re, like- cool, right?” 

Pacificas eyes pressed shut for a moment as her face met the cold. Sighing with a smile, she elbowed you. “Yeah, duh,” she shook her head. “It’s fine, I’m just kinda surprised you didn’t tell me already.”

You scratched your head, fingers tangling in hair. “We’ll, it’s kind of a new development, actually.”

Pacifica raised an eyebrow, “oh?”

”Like,” you smiled into your hand, “a couple days ago, I guess.” 

Pacifica didn’t surprise you per se, but she did make your heart beat a little faster. “I’m happy for you two,” she said, smiling over at you as she leaned back in her hands. “You’ve been pining forever.”

”I-“ you started, fingers twitching against the shingles. “I know you kinda liked him too,” you said, looking over at her in he dim light. 

She tilted her head, “I can get over that, Y/n, chill out,” she snickered. “I’m like the hottest girl in Gravity falls, I can find a rebound if it comes to it.” You pursed your lips, looking back into the dark silhouette of the tree line. “Besides,” she said. “It’s not like we’ve ever let this get between us before.” 

“I guess that’s true.”

Pacifica shoved you lightly, “yeah, I’m always right,” she huffed. “You have to get used to that eventually, Y/n.” 

“Bitch, I don’t think I ever could,” you snickered. A gust of wind blew through your hair, sending it flying into your face. You carefully ran your fingers through it to brush it back to place. “It’s baffling every time.”

She shrugged, “One day you won’t be surprised when I prove to be the most wise person you know.”

”That is a very impressive title to give yourself,” 

Before she could quip back, the hatch to the gift shop flew open, and out came Dipper.

”Shit, we should have put something on the door,”Pacifica snickered.

Dipper shut it behind him, and stepped over to sit almost between you and Pacifica. Much closer to you than her, and back a little, to form a cute little friendship triangle. As he sat down, your lips curled up against your will. He sat close enough to feel the heat coming off him, escaping his sweater. “And leave me down there with Mabel’s scary friends?” Dipper scoffed, hand on his heart. “Cruelty.”

You gasped pointing accusingly, “Hey they’re cool!” 

Pacifica rolled her eyes, “yeah, how much scarier than zombies or vampires, or all that shit you deal with can they be?” 

“I think Grenda head butted a hole in the wall just while I was down there,” Dipper winced. “Let’s all pray for Mabel tomorrow when Stan notices.”

You laughed, and your hand flew to your mouth. “Oh my god,” you said, grabbing his sleeve your your free hand. 

“Yeah I actually saw her like,” he shook his head, “hang the boat painting from our room on it to cover it up, we’ll see how long that lasts.”

Pacifica groaned, “God if that were me I’d get murdered.”

                                            …

Eventually, Pacifica had to leave, cursed never to stay the night because of her parents strictness. And the fireworks started, continued, and kept going, spiking at midnight as if it were the turn of the century. The party downstairs popped and fizzled and eventually quieted down as maybe half of them seemed to crash. And on the roof, watching the fireworks, you and Dipper clinked red, white and blue popsicles like a cheers.

“Your lips are purple,” you said, smirking slyly. A red firework went off as you looked at him, and lucky for you, the reflection of its glow was easily seen on his eyes. Big brown eyes. You could feel the smile tugging at your lips grow as he grinned at you. 

“So are yours, idiot,” he said, flashing a smile with his coloured teeth. 

You leaned your head on your shoulder, “hey, I never said it was a bad thing, I’m just pointing it out.”

”No, bitch,” he laughed, “you were gonna try and make fun of me.” He covered his mouth with the hand that held his popsicle as he snickered. In the faintest corner of your eye, you saw it begin to drip, fuelled by the movement of his hand. 

You pursed your lips a second without responding, and quickly moved you hand under his to catch the drip. 

He tilted his head at you, brow raised. Once again a firework, blue this time, crashed and exploded through the sky. And once again you watched it second hand through his eyes.

Timidly, you held up your hand with the red spatter of the popsicle to him. “It would have landed on your shirt,” you said, “might have stained.”

“I-“ he started, blush spreading across his cheeks, made even more prominent by the red light of a firework flashing over him. “T-thanks,” he sputtered, small smile on his purple stained lips. You were staring. The purple colour was deeper at the centre, fading out toward the edges where they were almost still pinkish.

You smiled, and licked the melted popsicle off your hand, “well, you know me, I’m too kind.”

Dipper threw his hands to his face, and smooshed his cheeks together, “Oh my god, Y/n,” he started, but just as quickly trailing off. 

“Uh-“ you stuttered, tilting your head. “What, was I too kind for you?” 

Dipper chuckled awkwardly, clasping his hands together as he threw his head back. “Honestly?” He rubbed the back of his neck, and a green firework lit up behind him. “Kind of, yeah,” he groaned, smile alight on his lips. “It was, uh- really cute.”

You almost smirked, but grew into a crooked grin. Shaking your head, you teethed the last of your popsicle off its stick. Your cheeks felt hot, and you started to snicker, “Just like you,” you said, booping his nose. 

A gust of wind blew between you, ruffling his and your hair. The purple of a firework cast a cold light on his face, but couldn’t mask his warm blush. With his free hand, he covered his eyes, leaning into his hand. “Y/n, why do you try to kill me?” he asked, smiling hard. 

You laughed, “bitch, if this is killing you, you better be glad you pdidn’t notice my flirting earlier.” You eyed the last piece of his rapidly melting popsicle, and contemplated. “If you had, I think you would’ve had a heart attack,” you teased, leaning in closer while he was looking away. 

“I honestly might’ve,” he smiled, dragging his fingers down his cheeks. His eyes widened when he saw you were closer, and his sheepish smile grew. “I still might,” he said, trailing off. 

“Here’s hoping,” you laughed, stealing the last bite of his popsicle, a theft made easy with your closeness. “There’s still time.”

”You see, this is what I’m talking about, Y/n,” he said, talking with his hands. “Honestly, it’s like you don’t even like me,” he chuckled.

A blue… firework? Went off in front of you. Certainly one that Mabel commissioned from Ford, because the sparks of colour flew off and exploded again, creating a chain reaction through the sky. Your eyes were wide and in awe, distracting from whatever your response could have been. 

“Pretty,” Dipper said. 

You glanced over to him, and saw the last of the blue sparks go out in his eyes, trained in yours with a sweet smile across his lips. Fuck. He was not looking at the fireworks. “That is the most corny ass shit you’ve ever said,” you blushed. Suppose it didn’t matter how corny it was, it seemed to work. 

He smiled, and shrugged, “is it working?” He leaned closer, putting his hand back on yours. 

“Uh huh,” you said sarcastically, leg bouncing with excitement and adrenaline. The sounds of the fireworks and the dying party fading away. “I guess I’m just a corny type of fella,” you laughed, leaning closer. 

You looked up at him, and his blush was overwhelming. You were sure yours was the same way in his eyes. He laughed softly, and rested his forehead on yours. “I’m shocked you liked that.”

You let out a low laugh, “I’d like pretty much anything you said, man.” Your eyes, nearly closed, drifted again to his purple lips. 

“Yeah?” He asked, surprisingly sincere and sounding surprised. 

“Yeah,” you said, closing your eyes as the fireworks went off around you, providing one last flash of light before it went dark. 

“Y/n?” He asked, raising his other hand to your shoulder, and moving it slightly to rest on your neck. He didn’t need to ask the rest of the question. You knew. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, brining your hand up to hold his arm. 

You felt him breathe a silent laugh as he grinned, and you couldn’t help do the same. You giggled, starting to laugh as your hand glided across his arm and over to his cheek. Dipper laughed with you, thumb gently moving across the small hairs at the back of your neck.

And then, after yeas of pining, it happened. You won. So did he. Your lips connected, yours on top. You smiled into the kiss. So did he. You scooted closer, and snaked your hand around to the back of his head, fingers in his hair. 

“Aaaaaauugaaaahaagh!” Mabel screamed. 

You broke away in a blink, jumping back and putting a few feet between you and Dipper. Eye flashing open, you saw he did the same, blush dusted on his cheeks. When the fuck did she get on the roof?

She was pointing, mouth agape and eyes wide. Her hand flew to her cheek in shock, “Y-you two,” she yelled dramatically. “You’re-“ she gasped again. “Since when?!” 

You snickered, glancing over at Dipper, who looked just a little bit terrified.  just a smidge. You smiled into your hand, taking the lead. “Oh, you haven’t heard?” You asked innocently. 

Mabel pointed harder as she scoffed. “You little fucks, did Dipshit do what I said?!” she gasped. 

“Whaaaaat? Dipper managed, feigning some sort of surprise.

You shook your head, and pushed Dipper over onto his side. He folded his arms, and rolled over slightly to face his sister as he laid. “Don’t mind him, Mabes, he-“ 

“-and you!” She gasped, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “Why didn’t you say anything?” She put her hands to her cheeks in a swift motion, “oh my god, you guys were being weird yesterday, was it about this?!” 

You nodded sheepishly, and from the corner of your eye you could see Dipper do the same from the floor. “You know…” you started, unsure how to finish the thought.

“Oh I do,” she said, crossing her arms and turning her nose up at you. “I know so well, believe it or not.”

Dipper chimed in from the ground, “Wait, know what? I lost track.” He shot you a glance, as if to ask. Before Mabel could speak, you subtly shrugged, laughing silently through your nose.

”Everything,” she said. Uncrossing her arms dramatically and putting her hands in the air. “All your little secrets,” she pointed at the both of you, leaning over closer to your level and squinting. “Ohohoh- if I wasn’t thrilled you two are finally together, I would be so upset right now that you didn’t tell me,” she announced. 

You smiled looking up at her, “I’m glad you’re happy then.” You could see the frustration on Mabel’s face struggling to win. She pursed her lips as she pointed harder, and the corners of her lips tugged into a smile. You grinned, “Mabel I did it.” 

“Actually, I did,” Dipper chirped, still laying on the ground. He was rolled over to face the sky now, watching what was left the fireworks

You grumbled, “team effort, team effort.” Dipper put his hands behind his head as a pillow, and snickered as you playfully punched him in the leg. “It takes two to tango, man.”

Mabel cut in before Dipper could banter back. “Okay, guys I get it,” she laughed, lighting kicking Dipper in the arms. He squirmed slightly away, but didn’t resist. “You guys are cute, I admit it, it’s fine.”

“Fine?” Dipper laughed 

“Yeah, fuck you, more than fine,” you laughed. 

This time she didn’t kick Dipper, but you. A shocking turn of event as her foot met your leg. “Yeah, whatever nerds,” she said rolling her eyes as she turned away. You caught a glimpse of a smile on her lips though before she did.

                                            …

The next day was tired. And morning dew stuck around until noon at the earliest, making your small trek through the woods all the more annoying. But alas, ‘twas for a good cause. Venting and talking to nobody in particular. 

Billy was like a journal. He was a place to spew any thought that might odd your mind, or any feeling that might cross your heart. An lately, a lot of that was Dipper related, given your goal for the summer. 

“Lot to unpack, Billy,” you said, circling him intensely. “I did it, I actually god damn did it,” you exclaimed, almost surprised at the events of the last few days. “It’s weird, it’s like… I don’t know.” 

You sat down beside him, kneeling on the dewy grass. “It feels kinda good, but kinda weird,” you thought out loud. You nestled further into the ground, and leant on him. “Like…” you pursed your lips. “I’m a little anxious, cuz it seems so easy. I thought Pacifica might get sad, but no, she was great as always.”

You sighed, bit thrilled at Billy’s lack of encouraging words. “We’ve been friends for so long, not super much has changed from that…” your feet wiggled under you as the won’t up nerves came out. “Maybe I should’ve just been friends, that way the consequences are less if one of us messes up.” 

You looked longingly at Billy, almost jealous of his projected confidence. His hat on his heat, his wife and I afraid eye, his outstretched hand. “I just don’t want to mess up, or something,” you sighed. “I don’t know. It doesn’t even take somebody messing up sometimes, sometimes shit just happens.”

You looked at the ground. The grass was bent and folded around you, and ever so slightly moved by the breeze. You played with a small blade between your fingers. “I don’t want shit to happen to us,” you said. Partly to him, partly to yourself. 

You looked back at your statue friend. “You get it, I’m certain,” you laughed. Your smile fell as quickly as it bloomed. 

Billy looked at you. You looked at Billy. And strangely enough it seemed like he did get it. You smiled, and this time it stuck. You exhaled softly as the noises of the forest seemed to die in your ears. Just you and him, with his confidence, assurance, and outstretched hand. 

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever shook your hand before,” you thought aloud, eyes drawn to his welcoming and outstretched palm. “Honestly, it looks like that’s what you were made for.”

It seemed as though the moment you uttered the words, the sky darkened as the clouds covered the sun in overcast. Billy’s eyes stared at you, somehow, maybe through you while he waited. 

With a smile, you knelt in front of him, balancing on the balls of your feet. “Like, look at you. That hand was made to be shook,” you laughed, flicking Billy’s eye. 

It was like he could speak. It was like he was a master convincer, the way he looked at you. Like he wanted it. And he was telling you. Like in your heart of hearts you knew, he wanted you to shake his hand. The universe held its breath, as the wind stilled and the forest went quiet. Anticipation. Hesitation. Prayer. 

You smirked, “just cause you’ve been a nice friend, alright?” you said, leaning closer. “I’m not sure why, but I keep coming back to you,” you pondered, “and you’ve been a good sport you, putting up with my complaining.”

You reached. And as you clasped his hand in yours, the universe exhaled, with a sigh, that croaked and wheezed like a dying breath: a prayer unanswered. And the faintest of blue lights sparked across your palm.

“Ow!” You spat, recoiling your hand away, “You shocked me.” Somehow resisting science, he had gotten you with static energy, it seemed. You pursed your lips, muttering, “how’d you even do that, you’re a rock…”

And as if the universe’s last act before plunging into peril, it cried and mourned. 

A cold drop of water hit your face. Than your hand. And then the tip of Billy’s hat seemed to darken as more rain spilled from above. You groaned, “God, like, every time.” 

You stood from the grass, brushing your legs off as you did. “Billy, you’re a bad luck charm,” you gestured around at the weather. “Like, seriously, what the fuck is this?” 

Thunder clapped in the distance, drawing your attention. “Ooooh,” you murmured. You turned back to your friend, “think we’ll get lightning?” 

As if on your cue, as if the universe was at your command, lightning struck behind him, casting a viscous arc above the trees. 

Your hand flew to your face, covering above your eyes as you tried to get a better look. “Holy shit!” You exclaimed, looking down at Billy, “Was that you?” you laughed, waiting for another strike. 

He didn’t answer. Not that you expected him to. But as playful as your question was, you had the faintest feeling it was in fact, his doing. In Gravity Falls, anything could happen. You could have your hunches about your stone made friend. 

“Honestly, Billy, I should probably go,” you laughed. “Knowing me, and knowing this town, I could totally see myself getting struck.” 

Thunder echoed through the area as you started away, waving at Billy behind you. 

Next

Fellas, that concludes the confession arc. I bet it’s easy to guess what the next arc is. Though fun fact, I was just writing for a later chapter, and it’s gonna be way less Angsty then I’d previously planned. So, like, you’re welcome, ig 💀

Also I’m gonna drop another playlist soon. I made a second one for the next half of the story, cuz the tone shifts for a bit. Next playlist is more melancholic <3

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