#team nice dynamite

[yourmilwaukeebeers]

neon trees is so 2013 mavin core do they even know they were single-handedly topping the 8tracks charts for achievement hunter fans

#rest in pieces achievement hunter #you are fleeting but mad love by neon trees is forever #achievement hunter #gavin free #michael jones #mavin #mavinsay #team nice dynamite #rooster teeth #neon trees

[monarchisms]

[from episode 1 of survive block island: meltdown | timestamp is 4:43]

#achievement hunter #survive block island #jack pattillo #gavin free #michael jones #meg turney #mavinseg #turnfree #mavin #team nice dynamite #survive block island meltdown #first spoilers #the only reason i don't make more gifs for sbi is because of how spoiler-heavy the series is #i think this show is Excellent #and everyone is so funny #i never thought i'd be this tense during the chopping block sections but... I'm Invested #e's gifs #fake ah q

[savage-animal-idiots]

YOU IDIOT

YOU UNDID EVERYTHING

#achievement hunter #michael jones #gavin free #team nice dynamite

[raylangivins]

I am in tears lmaooooooo

#Michael at the start like: I knew Gavin had to be the tiny one #soooooo true #perfectly cast video game roles #roosterteeth #team nice dynamite

[specialofficerlemons]

Started this idea with Alfreyco, but now I'm curious about other AH Duos. Would love others input.

Alfreyco:

Necro: Trevor

Cav: Alfredo

House: 6

Team Nice Dynamite:

Necro: Gavin

Cav: Michael

House:

Team OG:

Necro: Geoff

Cav: Jack

House:

Team Friendly Fire: (i don't know BK and Ky well enough yet to decide which is which)

Necro:

Cav:

House:

Team Hive Mind:

Necro: Matt

Cav: Jeremy

House:

#ragehappy #achievement hunter #tlt au #team nice dynamite #alfreyco #team og #team hive mind #team friendly fire

[iceman-maverick]

2012 tumblr will always haunt me because i cannot hear owl city without immediately thinking of the michael/gavin videogame boyfriends edit to meteor shower and how absolutely earth shattering it was on my 13 year old psyche i mean i really had a Before Videogame Boyfriends and an After, it is my defining moment of consciousness

#rt #rt/ah #mavin #videogame boyfriends #team nice dynamite #michael/gavin #michael jones #gavin free #ragehappy

[micoo-gavino]

Saw something on twitter that said Gav is out of the country for a prior engagement so that might be why no TND for extra life 😭

Ooh, that explains a lot 😭

#thanks anon! #team nice dynamite

[beckyg1016]

So much of the reason I watched ExtraLife in the past was the wonderful, funny, sweet moments between these two.

#Really not worth it this year #bummed #team nice dynamite

[gvnchvcks]

AH is great because you expect Gavin to be the one who’s name comes up with the most cursed pictures when you google him, and you expect Michael to come up with mostly normal or nice pictures. Then you google them and Gavin’s all nice selfies and pictures from photoshoots, and you see Michael dressed like a sexy nurse or wearing a virgin killer dress

#achievement hunter #i love these idiots so much #team nice dynamite you will always be famous

[alfryco]

The Night the Moon Fell in Love With the Sun

summary: When a member of the royal family turns 25, it is tradition for the kingdom to hold a festival in celebration. On one night a ball is held and on the following night a competition is held to see who is worthy of the royal's hand. This year its Trevor's turn. Many have come from all over the land to show their worth, but Prince Trevor can only choose one.

word count: 12,330

pairings: Alfredo/Trevor, Michael/Gavin, Jack/Geoff

also available on AO3

[written for the @rtwritingcommunity Secret Sunshine event for @uy8hg]

"So how are you feeling about tomorrow, my prince?" Gavin says Trevor's title with a hint of mockery and it takes all Trevor has in him not to cuff his advisor aside the head. He opts to shoot him a glare from behind his mask instead.

"You know we're supposed to be keeping our identities a secret, right? That is the point of a masquerade ball after all," Trevor whispers to him. Fortunately none of the guests seem to hear Gavin over the sounds of idle chatter and music that fills the grand ballroom. People from all walks of life and from all over the country have come to fill the King Geoffrey’s ballroom tonight. Gavin chooses to snicker in place of answering Trevor as the two move through the colorful crowd of visitors. Trevor snags a glass of red wine, light with age, from one of the passing staff just to give his hands something to do.

It was tradition for the kingdom to hold a ball and festival once the prince or princess reached the age of 25 to celebrate their birth, but Trevor had decided to change up the tradition- as he was prone to do, by turning it into a masquerade ball. How else would he be able to see a person’s true self if they knew who he was by seeing his face? Whether they were simply here to socialize or to take part in tomorrow’s competition for his hand, the prince wanted to get to know the people of his country. He figured this would be the best way to do that. After all, it would be hard to be favored by the other guests if his face was hidden behind a mask.

Trevor’s gaze sweeps over the masked faces of the people, their colorful outfits joining together in a rainbow mixture. It appears everyone has put their all into what they would be wearing for tonight's occasion, he guesses if he was in their shoes then he too would want to look the best he could for the occasion. It’s not every year that the kingdom hosts a celebration on this scale.

The prince was thankful that he wasn’t responsible for his attire for tonight’s event. His typical outfit of a white button-up shirt and black riding pants would have most likely rewarded him an exasperated expression from his fathers. The two mean well, they always had Trevor’s best interest in mind, but both the king and his consort, Jack, had been raised within the castle’s walls while Trevor had only been adopted into the castle life when he was a child after his own parents had met their demise from a bad strain of black fever. No matter how many years he has lived here, and the many more he would spend here in his lifetime, he will always prefer the feel of soft dirt beneath him and the open sky above him.

[Read the rest on AO3!]

#ragehappy #rtwritingcommunity #alfreyco #mavin #jackeoff #team nice dynamites #rtwriting #team same face #mywriting #yes i'm being a brat by making y'all go to ao3 but i feel like this thing is too long to put all on tumblr #plus you can read it without signing in or anything on ao3

[tears-0f-the-lynx]

i want them back i want them back i want them back please i just want who they used to be BACK

im so SICK of change. i just want it to be 2013 again. i just wanna be 9 again. i never wanted this kind of change. no one did for that matter. its so fucking unfair

why does shit have to change. god i just want them back

#worthless cries #i miss who they used to be #i fucking miss ryan and i fucking miss jeremy and i fucking miss geoff and i fucking miss gavin #i miss the ryan that i believed was a good genuine father. i miss the mad king. #see? nothing good comes from the future #i miss team nice dynamite and team og

[call-memissbrightside]

young!wife!reader takes on being an influencer on TikTok, with the pressure of the Dynamite publicist team pushing her to create content in the beginning with the simple 'get ready with me' or 'a day in the life as a hero's wife', which people loved. You instantly gained over one million followers the moment the first TikTok was posted, much to your surprise. You try to like and respond the comments that were positive, but there were hate comments. You tried not to linger so much on those.

Katsuki didn't care on what you posted, and he was the one the suggest that you should collaborate with Kirishima. His best friend was the one of few top heroes that even bothered maintaining his own social media pages, and Katsuki remembered Kiri going on and on about how he should join in on filming a gym routine with him.

Eijiro Kirishima was all teeth when he smiled, that's the first thing you noticed when you met up at his place to do a cooking tutorial. Kirishima was nice, and he was on Katsuki's side through his messy divorce, which meant he was on your side too.

"Let's give the people what they want!" He cheered, and his positivity eased any nervousness you felt about the big guy.

The cooking TikTok was a huge success, garnering over 17 million likes and views. People loved the dynamic you and Kirishima created, where he was the doof that would refuse to use the mixing machine, showing off his muscles for the camera, while you were the more serious one that would discuss the measurements and instructions for the recipe.

You and Kiri decided to make weekly cooking content, because the followers seemed to love it and truthfully, because you were having so much fun filming with Kiri. He acted like an older brother towards you on camera, and was always flirting with viewers which made you laugh at his cheesy lines of "careful ladies, don't wanna burn yourself since you're already so hot."

Cooking videos turned into dance trends (though Kiri was bad at dancing) then into making cute friendship bracelets and then into shopping trips where you'd buy matching outfits. All of these were so fun to make and people were loving the content, and your friendship with Kiri continued to grow as steady as the likes, follows, and comments.

Katsuki would watch the stuff you created with his best friend from time-to-time, with you and Kiri both sending him the links once they were posted. He snorted and maybe barked out a laugh at the silliness you and Kiri showed, but Katsuki thought you were laughing a bit too hard at Kirishima's jokes and Katsuki especially didn't like how touchy his best friend was with his wife.

#bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katuski #bnha bakugou #bnha kirishima #bnha eijiro kirishima

[roosterforme]

Batting Practice Part 19 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: All week long, you and Everett were enjoying some quality time with Bradley. The Tiny Eagles were still undefeated, and you were starting to think about how nice it would be if Bradley moved in with the two of you. But on Sunday, when Danny is supposed to be spending the day with Everett, you get an upsetting call.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, angst and swearing

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

Check my masterlist for more Top Gun fun! Batting Practice masterlist.

The further your week progressed, the more loved up you were feeling. After practice on Monday, you watched Bradley carry Ev up to the parking lot on his shoulders while they sang Take Me Out to the Ballgame. 

On Tuesday, Bradley came over for dinner. He helped you cook, and then he helped Everett do his homework while you lounged on the couch with a glass of wine. 

On Wednesday, you and he had a quickie on the stairs after Everett was in bed. That was something you had never done before, but also something you definitely wanted to do again. 

But on Thursday, a rare thunderstorm moved in, and Bob decided to cancel practice. "Want to come over and watch a movie instead?" you asked Bradley when he called. 

He scoffed and asked, "Are the Phillies the best team in baseball?"

You laughed as you looked outside at the dark sky and pouring rain. "That's definitely a yes."

"That's a hell yes, Kitten. I'll be there soon."

When he arrived, Everett opened the door for him and said, "We're going to watch Toy Story!"

Bradley tousled Everett's hair and laughed as he removed his wet baseball cap and jacket. "How did you know that's my favorite movie?"

Everett's eyes went wide. "Is it really your favorite?"

"Top ten, easily," Bradley replied, and as he made his way into your living room, he pulled you in for a kiss. His mustache was wet from the rain, and you had to reel in your need for him in front of Everett.

"I'll make popcorn," you whispered, and when you returned with it, they were both already cozy on the couch. 

"Ready?" Everett asked as he held up the remote. 

"Yep," you replied, eating some popcorn before you passed it to Everett where he was perched between the two of you. And you had to laugh, because apparently Bradley hadn't been lying. He had most of Toy Story memorized, and the two of them kept quoting parts together and laughing. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Bradley asked, tossing some popcorn at you. "This movie came out when I was like eleven. I was obsessed with it."

"You are adorable," you replied, catching some of the popcorn in your mouth when he threw more at you. 

He just sat there looking smug for a bit, and then when the part came on that always scared Everett, Bradley let him cuddle up against his side. "It's okay. The ending is happy," Bradley murmured, and you took the empty bowl so he could rub Everett's back. 

"I know," he whispered. "But getting to the end is scary."

Bradley met your eyes, and you wanted to say something while Woody was about to get blown up by dynamite. But nothing seemed adequate. Everett was going to be spending the day with Danny on Sunday while you and Molly went wine tasting a few towns away. But you just had a feeling that Everett was going to come home upset or maybe even in tears, and it hurt your heart. But you didn't know what else to do. You just wished Danny cared about Everett even just a fraction of the amount that Bradley obviously did.

"Scary parts over," Bradley whispered, and you realized that Everett had been hiding his eyes. "Almost time for the happy ending."

"That's the best part," Everett said, once again vividly interested in the movie. He sat perched on the edge of the couch with rapt attention.

You swallowed your guilt down and let yourself enjoy the rest of the movie as Bradley's hand found yours along the couch. 

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Bradley carried Everett upstairs by his ankles, letting him dangle in the air while he absolutely screeched with delight. When Bradley set him down on his bed, Everett said, "That was so cool!"

"That was your reward for not getting too scared by the movie. And for helping your mom clean up all the popcorn we threw at her."

Everett laughed more before he stood to go brush his teeth. "Hey, Bradley?"

"Yeah, Kiddo?" 

"I like it when you're at our house. Do you have a house?"

Bradley smiled and said, "No. I have an apartment. And it's not as good as your house, because your mom doesn't live there. And you don't live there."

Everett looked at him very seriously before he walked to the bathroom. "We have an extra bedroom. You should move in here. And you could bring the rest of your baseball cards and stuff with you."

Bradley pressed his lips together and tried not to laugh. "Something to consider, I guess."

Once Everett was in bed, Bradley went back downstairs where he had left you relaxing on the couch. "Come here, Coach," you said softly as you lifted up the end of the blanket for him. He slipped underneath it next to you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck and straddled his hips. "I was just listening to the storm."

Bradley sighed and ran his hands along your thighs to your butt as you kissed his cheek and let your fingers sink into his hair. "Thanks for inviting me over for the movie."

"Well, Everett insisted. And I had no idea you were such a Toy Story fan," you said with a giggle that made him feel a little weak. 

"I used to watch it with my mom all the time. She liked it, too," he whispered as your lips found his neck. "You're a good mom, Kitten." You paused and looked at him, and Bradley was suddenly trying to figure out what he did wrong. 

"Everett is spending the day with his dad on Sunday."

Bradley's eyebrows shot up. "Danny? He made Everett cry. That's all I can associate with him. The fact that he made Everett cry and he wasn't good to you."

You swallowed hard and hid your face against his shoulder. "Maybe I'm not a good mom. I keep trying to give him a chance, and he just doesn't seem to take it."

"Shhh," Bradley whispered, coaxing you to look at him with his fingers on your chin. "That's just because you care so much. You want Everett to have everything. Even if it's hard for you."

You sniffed and kissed him as you said, "I love you." Then Bradley carried you up to bed after you fell asleep.

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The weather in San Diego was never bad for long, so Friday evening, you agreed to a date with Bradley. A date for the three of you.

"Somehow I ended up being the one left out here," you complained with a smile as Bradley held your hand and just shook his head at you. He had taken you and Everett to the flea market near the beach to look for baseball cards.

"If you stop whining, I'll buy you a three dollar burger, Kitten."

"Oh!" you said perking up and helping them look through the tables of cards. That damn burger had been delicious when he bought you one last time. "What am I looking for?"

"Phillies players," Bradley and Everett mumbled in unison, and your heart clenched. Then you pulled a card out of one of the boxes and held it up, and Bradley's eyes went wide. 

"Don't set that one down," he said, kissing you hard on the lips. "I've been looking for that one."

After he had purchased a few cards, including a novelty Phanatic card for Everett, he took you both for burgers and fries. "It's getting a little late," Bradley said as he checked the time on his phone. "Think we have time for the batting cages?"

Everett gasped so loudly, and the smile on Bradley's face had your heart pounding. "Yeah," you replied. "I think we have time." Because now there was no way you could deny either of them. 

Bradley took both of you back to the location of your date. That date that he insisted wasn't your first date but was instead your third date, because he counted the snack bar and park outing as real dates. Then he got you and Everett outfitted in helmets and helped you pick out bats. He took the care and time to teach Everett how everything worked, just like he had done for you. 

"Safety first," Bradley said, kneeling in front of Everett. "Keep your helmet on, and don't stand directly in front of the machine. Got it?"

"Got it, Coach!" Everett nearly shouted, practically vibrating with excitement. And then you watched from the corner of the cage with amazement as Bradley started the machine. By the third pitch, Everett was hitting every ball, and some of them looked like they were hit well.

"Yes!" Bradley cheered. "Now move your right foot back a bit. Right there. Watch for the pitch."

He was good. Much better than you had been. And he only needed minimal help from Bradley. You watched your son hit dozens of pitches while you took some photos and videos. And when he turned to look at you while you were recording him, he looked absolutely delighted.

"You're up, Kitten," Bradley said, turning off the machine and reaching for you.

Everett came over and pushed you into place when you protested. "I'm not as good as the two of you!"

"You just have to practice," Bradley murmured, bending to kiss you before he handed you a bat. "Remember how to stand?''

"I think so," you replied, but his hands were already on your hips and waist, gently but firmly getting you into the proper position. He let them linger. You wanted to do this every Friday night. He squeezed you with both of his big hands, and then he turned the machine on. 

You managed to hit a few of the pitches while Everett cheered for you. "Mommy! You're good!"

"Thanks, Ev," you said with a laugh. But after a dozen pitches, you said, "Come on, Coach, show us how it's done."

"Yeah! Please, Coach?"

With a soft groan, Bradley took your bat from your hands and kissed your cheek. And when you stood in the corner with Everett, you realized that this was the first time your son ever got to see Bradley batting. And it was just as impressive as the last time you were here. With the speed set to high, Bradley hit every single pitch like a pro. Dozens of pitches flew up into the mesh, but they looked like home runs to you. 

You couldn't take your eyes off him, and neither could Everett. He stood in front of you with your hands on his shoulders, completely transfixed. "Wow," Everett muttered. 

"He's good," you whispered as Bradley nailed another hard pitch with ease. When he turned the machine off, both of you were still gaping at him. "You better play in that summer league, Bradley."

His smile as he swung the bat over his shoulder made your insides melt.

"You have to!" Everett said, jumping up and down. "And you can pitch and Coach Bob can play in the outfield. And Mommy and I can watch and we can keep your stats if you teach us how."

When Bradley responded to your son by putting his hand gently on Everett's shoulder and guiding him out of the chainlink cage, you were prepared to beg him to play in the summer league. But then he said, "I already sent in my application, Kiddo."

"Why didn't you tell us?" you asked as he held the gate open for you. 

"I haven't been selected yet. But I think they'll call me to try out." 

"They'll pick you! They have to!" Everett insisted. And you could picture it so clearly: sitting on the bleachers at the Navy ballpark, you and Ev wearing matching Bradshaw shirts with Molly in a Floyd shirt. Instead of feeling embarrassed, you just wanted that more and more. 

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"I think he's asleep," you mumbled against Bradley's lips, grinding down on his thigh on the couch. Bradley had collected you into his lap to talk after Everett was in bed, but he wasn't mad about where you decided to take things instead. "But we should go out to your Bronco just in case." 

Without a word, Bradley hauled you to your feet and practically dragged you out to your driveway in the darkness. "You can get a little loud out here, Kitten." He opened the back door and helped you climb in, and you were peeling your shirt off before he even had the door closed behind him. "Up here," he coaxed, rubbing his thigh, and you were on him immediately.

"You should sleep over tonight," you groaned as Bradley tossed your bra across the seat and put his mouth on your tits. 

"Mmhmm," he hummed against you. "Just need to leave early before the game to go get my stuff."

"Would be easier if your stuff was here." 

He paused, popping your nipple out of his mouth, but you were already so far gone, you were guiding his mouth back into place. He got you completely naked while he stayed mostly clothed, and you rode his dick nice and slow. You put on a real show for him, your hands touching yourself everywhere as your eyes went hazy. 

"You're so fucking pretty," he growled when your fingers dug into his hair as you rode out your orgam with your head tipped back. "Jesus, Kitten." He sucked on your tits until your cries quieted, and then he stretched you out on the seat with your back against the soft leather. 

You pulled him down for more kisses while he fucked you into the seat. When he came, it was to your voice softly telling him that you loved him. His fingers tangled up in your necklace chain as you pulled his sweaty forehead against your shoulder. "I love you, Bradley."

He kissed your collarbone and let his hand settle against your belly. "I love you. And I love your son." You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him tight.

When he finally got you clothed enough for you to walk back inside, Bradley set an early alarm on his phone and then took you up to your bedroom. While you got changed, he checked on Everett, lingering in the doorway while his tiny body rose and fell with each breath. Today was another perfect day. 

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After the game on Saturday, the whole team was buzzing. "One more game to go, and still undefeated!" Everett said as he hugged you afterwards. He and Piper had both scored in the last inning to win the game for the Tiny Eagles, and now you almost lost your voice from cheering. 

"Her kid does well, because the coaches give her special treatment," Sandra said. But you just ignored it because not only was Everett a better player than Henry, but you were actually dating Bradley now. You didn't want to start a fuss. 

When Bradley and Bob were finished talking to the other team's coaches, they both came over. "I was hoping Mo would be here today," Bob told you, still glancing up at the parking lot.

"Mo?" you asked, gaping at Bob. "That's the cutest thing I have ever heard! I think Mo stayed to work some overtime this morning."

Bob blushed a deep pink while Bradley chased Everett to try to get his clipboard back. They ran around the bleachers laughing while Bob said, "I'm going to ask her to move in with me, even though it's moving really fast. But I think she's going to say no, because of her work hours."

"There's no harm in asking," you replied, making a mental note to tell Molly she better move in with Bob or else.

He looked at the ground. "We haven't really talked about that kind of stuff yet or my deployments. Do you think... If I get deployed for six months, is she going to break up with me?"

You burst out laughing so hard, he looked like he was going to cry. Meanwhile your little sister had asked you the other day if you thought Molly Floyd sounded cute. And when you told her it sounded adorable, she said she really wanted her initials to be MF which made you both giggle. 

You managed to reel in your laughter. "No, Bob. I don't think she would break up with you, even if you were gone for a year." You patted his cheek gently, and he finally looked like he believed you. 

"You're too fast, Ev," Bradley called, chasing after him and panting. "Shit, I'm actually worn out. That kid is fast as hell." 

"He needs to play real ball next year," said Bob as the flushed pink color started to fade from his cheeks. 

"Yeah, I'm gonna work with him this summer," replied Bradley nonchalantly as Everett finally ran back over with his clipboard. And the casual way with which Bradley talked about the future made you smile. 

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"I don't want to go!"

Everett was practically in tears the next morning when you packed up some snacks and his ipad in his backpack. And honestly, you were barely holding back your own tears. 

"It's just for the day, Ev. And your dad is excited to see you!"

"No, he's not," he whispered, kicking his shoes across the living room and running back upstairs. 

You took a deep breath and let it out slowly as the feeling of panic rose inside you. But you were doing the right thing, weren't you? Spending time with his dad should have been beneficial to everyone. You just needed Danny to get used to this or alternately pay child support. And since there was no way he was going to be paying you anything, this would just have to do. He'd come around after a while. Maybe you'd even eventually work up to some sleepovers for Everett. 

"Ev, Sweetie, I'll be back around dinner time. I promise," you called. And a second later, his head poked around the wall at the top of the stairs. 

"You better," he whispered and stormed down the stairs with a scowl on his face. 

When you got him in your car, he was silent for the entire drive across town to Mission Beach and Danny's townhouse. For someone who couldn't pay child support, his neighborhood was a lot nicer than yours. You sighed and looked at Everett in your rearview mirror after you parked, and he was still scowling. 

"You can play on your ipad," you reminded him. "And maybe your dad will let you use some of his paints like last time."

"That was months ago," Everett mumbled. "And he got mad when I spilled some on the kitchen counter."

You pressed your lips together and thought about calling your sister to cancel the outing and going back home instead. But then Danny opened his front door and looked at you expectantly. 

"Okay, there he is," you said brightly, and when you walked Everett up the sidewalk, you felt a little better.

"Hi," you called out to Danny as he opened the door wider for Everett to slink past him. 

"What time will you be back?" he asked, not bothering to greet either one of you.

You just shook your head and swallowed your guilt. "Around five."

He gave you a severely annoyed look and then mumbled goodbye as you called out, "Have fun, Ev!" And then the door was closed and you walked slowly back to your car. 

When you picked up Molly, she rambled on about Bob and work, and you were thankful that you didn't have to say much. The wine tasting was a treat from Bob, and since he wasn't a big drinker, he told Molly to take you.

"He's such a sweetheart, Mo," you said with a chuckle. 

"He's not always sweet in bed," she replied, looking out her window with a smile.

"Oh my God, Molly," you said, smacking her arm as you headed out of the city and toward the vineyard. "Please don't elaborate. I like being able to look him in the eye."

"All I'm saying is Coach Cute Glasses has got moves. And a bit of a dirty mouth."

"Please stop," you mumbled, seriously ready to blast the radio if she kept going.

"Okay, fine. I'll stop. But just know, he's so much bigger than Casey was."

"Molly!" you screeched as she cackled. When you threatened to leave her on the side of the road, she finally changed the subject to Everett's birthday and the Padres game. And she asked you how things were going with Bradley, and you thought about mentioning the backseat sex as revenge for being told too much about Bob, but you didn't. And then you had reached the vineyard. 

After a tour, the two of you tasted every wine that was offered, and then you argued for a long time while you put them in order of favorite to least favorite.

"This red one was disgusting," Molly told you, moving one that you liked to last place. "You have questionable taste."

"No, I don't!" you complained. 

"Two words: Danny. Frank." She kept rearranging the wines in her preferred order while you scoffed. 

"Thank you for not grouping Bradley with them."

"No. He's alright now," she said, sounding more impressed. "God, he was dumb for a bit there, but he sorted himself out. And it was fun to make him sweat about losing you and Ev."

"Fun?" you asked. "That was not fun."

She shrugged and ordered two sangrias. "It was kind of fun for me," she said apologetically. "Plus it let me know he really cares about you."

"I might ask him to move in with me and Ev soon," you blurted out. And now you were thinking about what Bob told you. And you started rambling about something that happened at work, and you realized you'd already had a lot to drink.

"Let's order food," Molly suggested. And you sat outside in the sun with your sangrias and your lunch and got very tipsy. 

Molly took about a million selfies of the two of you, and when you saw one that actually looked cute, you said, "Send me that one. I want to text it to Bradley."

She rolled her eyes. "Who do you think I've been texting them to this whole time?"

"Bob?" you replied as your waiter dropped off more drinks.

"And Bradley," she said with a smirk. You took her phone from her hand and looked at the thread she had with him. 

"Oh my goodness," you whispered. She had sent your boyfriend about a dozen photos of you in varying degrees of ridiculousness. "What is wrong with you?"

"Look what he said!" Molly urged, moving her phone closer to your face.

Your sister is gorgeous. 

I miss her, do you know what time you're heading back? 

Everett looks so much like her, what a lucky kid. 

You handed the phone back to her and pretended to melt off of your chair while she laughed. "You're drunk!" she accused. 

"Yeah, so what?" you asked as you laughed at her. 

"I love it!" she chanted. "You never do this kind of stuff with me!"

You groaned. "Gotta always be alert for Ev," you mumbled, checking the time on your phone. You'd have to wait a bit before you could drive.

"I didn't mean it like that," Molly said. "But if Bradley moves in with you, he'd be around so we could go do fun stuff like this."

"That's true," you told her as you stared up at the passing clouds. Then your phone rang and when you reached for it, your heart sank.

You accepted the facetime call from Everett's ipad. "Ev?"

"Mommy?"

"Yeah! I'm here. Are you having fun?" Molly helped you block the afternoon sun so you could see the screen more clearly. And then you saw his face. "What's wrong?"

He looked to his right and then turned back toward the screen, his sweet little forehead scrunched with worry. "Are you coming to get me soon?"

You could feel the wine coursing through your body, and now you wanted to throw up. "Pretty soon. Is something wrong, Everett?"

"I don't know."

"Where is your dad?" you asked him, scooting to the edge of your seat.

"In his room with Tori."

Your eyes went wide. "Who is Tori?" you asked at the same time as Molly.

Everett kind of shrugged. "She got here a little while ago. She said she was his girlfriend."

"What the fuck?" Molly muttered, reaching for her water glass, and then she immediately started drinking. You were too drunk to drive, and so was she. And you weren't even in the city anyway.

"Are you okay, Ev? Can you sit on the couch and play more games? The charger should be in your backpack if you need it."

But he still looked nervous.

"Just tell me what's wrong," you prompted as your heart pounded. 

"Well, it smells weird in here now. It smells gross."

You froze and looked at Molly who looked like she was going to rage. Danny was smoking pot with his presumably barely legal girlfriend while he was supposed to be spending the day with his son. Now you really were going to throw up as you stood and walked out toward the vineyard, afraid you were going to have a panic attack. 

"Just sit on the couch, okay? I'll come get you as soon as I can." But that would be hours from now. Your hands started to shake as Molly ran up behind you with two glasses of water. 

"I just paid for everything, but we need to sober up," she said. 

You took one glass from her and sobbed as you asked for her phone. "Here, talk to Ev, okay?" 

She nodded and traded phones with you and started to ask her nephew a series of riddles. When you called Bradley from Molly's phone, he answered on the third ring. 

"Hey, Molly. You two having fun?"

"Bradley!" 

"Kitten? What's wrong?"

You took a deep breath to keep from crying. "I need your help."

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If Everett cries again, so help me..... Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!

PART 20

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the meet cute:

彡 summary: y/n, the new backstage interviewer, meets hook in a cute way!

彡 genre: fluff!

a/n: i haven’t written in a while, but i’m so excited for you guys to read this one! please feel free to request!

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it was your first day working on television, and you would be making your new television debut on aew dynamite. when you found out about the position, you were instantly stoked, and had graciously taken the opportunity.

as you walked into the location for where dynamite would be taking place, you felt your phone buzz inside of your pocket. you had received a message from your new boss, tony kahn reading,

“hey y/n! happy first day, stop by my office on your way in. see you soon!”

right on time, you looked around, trying to find where his office was located. the backstage area would take some getting used to, so many people you had seen on tv before, wandering around.

you turn your head when you hear, “hey, you lost?” looking up, you see a wrestler that you recognized, smiling softly you nod, “was it that obvious?” you questioned. “i’ve never seen you before, so i’m assuming you’re new. which would explain why you would be lost.” he added. “then you would be correct. i’m the new interviewer here! my name is y/n.” you added, allowing your hand to move out to shake his hand. “ricky starks. we’ll probably work together at some point, nice to meet you. so, where do you need help finding?” he questioned. “tony kahn’s office, he told me to stop by, then i obviously got lost.” you said, smiling softly. “no problem, follow me.” he said, leading the way.

once you arrived, you thanked him, and knocked on tony’s door, waiting patiently. “come in!” you heard him say. you walked in, looking around. “oh, y/n! my newest addition to the team. i’m so excited to meet with you again. please, have a seat!” he explained, as you closed the door behind yourself. once you sat down he began explaining to you the plan for tonight’s interviews. “i know you may be nervous about being on live television, but i can assure you that i hired you because i know you can handle it.” he explained. “i believe in your abilities, and i’m sure you’ll do great tonight. that being said, your first interview will be in about two hours. so be ready in the backstage interview area in about an hour, the hair and makeup team will be ready for you. good luck tonight, y/n.” he said, smiling, as he placed his hand out to shake your hand. you nodded, shaking his hand, then thanking him, “thank you so much! i promise i won’t disappoint you!” you stated, as you got up.

once you were out of his office, you breathed softly, before heading to the hair and makeup area. once you were finished, you headed into the locker room area, to get changed. you smiled at your completed appearance before adding your own signature bows to your hair.

once you were finished, you checked the time as you had finished right on time. you headed to the backstage interview area, which luckily wasn’t too hard to find, and found the crew waiting for you. “y/n! nice to finally meet you. we have heard great things, and we are excited to get started. our show just started airing, so you will be on soon. your first interview will be with hook, not sure if you’ve met him yet, but we really need you to be able to get a word out of him. he’s hard to crack, so no pressure, but do your best.” said the crew member, before grabbing his clipboard, and handing you a mic. “any questions?” he asked, you shook your head, all good.” you explained. “great! your interview is on in a minute, and oh! great hook is finally here! let me speak with him.” he said, walking in the other direction to where he was, before another crew member approached you, “y/n, you’ll start and then we’ll have you introduce him.” the other crew member added. nodding, you hear, “we’re live in 3-2-1!”

“ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, hook!” as you turned you looked up to see a much taller figure. you didn’t realize how handsome he was, not only on screen, but even more in person. you felt a bit nervous, as your cheeks heated up, but remembered your profession, and pulled it together, “now hook, last week you were attacked by jack perry. with him challenging you, do you have any response to the challenge he has placed in front of you for the ftw championship?” you questioned. looking up at him, smiling softly, as you awaited an answer.

he looked down at you, with his typical gaze, you didn’t expect an answer until you heard him begin to speak, “i’m not afraid of-“ you heard his voice cut off, as he was attacked from behind by jack perry, who had pushed you out of the way quickly. once hook had saw the way jack had pushed you, he instantly started brawling with him, and you stepped aside. the brawl ended with jack getting into a car yet again, and the cameras cutting off.

the crew member came up to you once it was over, and smiled widely. “great job y/n. you did really well handling your first backstage brawl. didn’t look overly scared either. you even got a word out of hook. nice job! next interview is in thirty. so, take a break, and be back then.” he said, before walking away.

you let out a sigh of relief, as you sat down on one of the chairs nearby. as soon as you had sat down, you heard footsteps coming behind you. “hey.” you heard behind you. looking up, you see hook, who you had just interviewed. “hey! sorry i didn’t move out of the way quicker.” you chuckled, as you got up to shake his hand. “i’m y/n!” you explained. “hook.” he said. “so, i heard you don’t really speak often, what made you do it today?” you questioned, as you smiled. he looked down, cracking a smiling in response before saying, “you just had that effect i guess.” he chuckled, before adding, “no, but honestly, i wasn’t expecting a new interviewer. what more someone who looks like you do.”

you tilted your head, as you thought for a second. “what do you mean?” you questioned. he smiled, shaking his head at your confusion, slightly amused. “let’s just say, you made me nervous.” he said, before looking at you. “here.” he added, as he lifted his hands up, “your bows got kinda messed up.” he smiled, as he walked to each side of your head to fix the bows that had turned crooked after moving quickly during their brawl. you smiled widely, as he finished. “thank you.” you said, as he nodded.

you checked the time, noticing you only had about five minutes before your next interview. “hey, i have to go for my next interview. it was really nice to meet you.” you added. he smiled, before questioning, “wait, when will i see you again?” he questioned. you chuckled, before replying, “you know where to find me.”

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