#How Golf Tournaments Work

[hotchner-edu]

Morning Pick-Me-Up (Drabble) | Aaron Hotchner

Synopsis: Aaron makes it a habit to get his morning fix of you to start his day off. Based off of this (thank you, @thishauntedhouse)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings: fluff, aaron being too perfect (read at your own risk)

You were accustomed to waking up a few hours after Aaron's left the house, his side of the bed cold with only the lingering scent of his cologne to keep you company.

Aaron's job often required him to be out of the house by ungodly hours, and you realize just how much he must be suffering when you look through his alarms.

Your feet are currently on his lap as he enjoys a rare day off, watching a golf tournament as he waits for the coffee to brew.

"Geez, honey. You don't have any fun games on your phone at all." You sigh in amusement, scrolling through the whopping two pages on his homescreen, littered with the default apps and Candy Crush.

"I have Candy Crush." He defends with a grin and squeezes your foot lovingly.

Shaking your head, you mindlessly scroll through his phone and end up on the clock app.

"How do you have only like three alarms?" You mumble with a frown. "I would need like seventy if I had to wake up as early as you."

Aaron chuckles and begins to fidget by massaging your feet as commercials begin running again. "That's because your sleep schedule is so sporadic, honey."

Grumbling in defeated acknowledgement, you look at the time for his alarms. "Why do you have an alarm at 5:20 and another at 5:25?" You ask, knowing he usually was very good about not falling back asleep after waking up.

Aaron gives a small shrug as he looks down with a smile, looking as though it was an inside joke that amused him. "It's just something that helps me."

"You're so weird." Your voice is incredibly fond as you tease him, only interrupted by a gasp as he starts tickling your feet in retaliation. "Mercy! Wait! Have mercy!"

The very next morning, Aaron has to return to work and your mind rouses back to consciousness before he's even awake. You huff softly as you blink awake, eyes bleary as the morning twilight filters through the curtains and paints the bedroom in hues of blues and grays.

This was possibly the first time you'd ever woken up before Aaron, and you would be inclined to celebrate if it didn't feel like your eyelids were being dragged down by an invisible force.

As your eyelids droop back down and you prepare to snooze again, Aaron's phone vibrates on the nightstand and his alarm chimes incessantly. The grating noise only continues for another thirty seconds before you feel Aaron shifting his arm off of your waist with a groan, reaching to turn the alarm off.

Instead of getting up to stretch or play Candy Crush in the five minute intermission between his alarms, he places his phone back down with a gentle thud and curls closer to your body. His warm chest is pressed against your back as he carefully wraps both of his arms around your body, kissing your head sweetly.

One of his hands gently rubs your warm stomach as he seems to bask in your presence. He whispers a small 'I love you' into your hair as his arms give a small squeeze.

Your heart flutters as you realize just why he gives himself a little grace period every morning.

The five minutes are over too soon as his second alarm rings and he huffs softly. He reaches to turn it off as to not disturb your "slumber," and he gives your body one final hug before he's slowly pulling away and forcing himself off the bed to get ready.

Warmth cocoons you again as he tucks the blanket securely around you, and as you hear the bathroom door shutting, you make a silent vow to start waking up earlier to make the most of this habit of his.

But for now, sleep was calling your name.

[caitified]

professional

caitlin clark x golf caddy reader ⛳️

warnings: i’m happy to make a part two showing more of their relationship, but people might hate this so lmk!! i have started part 2 so let me know if that’s something you’d like me to finish. not proof read

when the owner of the golf club you worked at told you that caitlin would be playing there in preparation for her golf tournament, you were shocked to say the least. he told you that it would be your job to caddy for her over the summer which you excitedly excepted, but in all honesty you were slightly intimidated by her stardom and attitude on the court.

the sun was just starting to rise and you were ready for your first shift. you stood by the cart, waiting for your newest client, still in disbelief at the name on your booking sheet. caitlin clark.

it’s not like you were a diehard basketball fan or anything, but it was impossible to not follow caitlin in some way. living in indiana, you couldn’t have escaped her if you tried, and if you were honest with yourself, you had grown a small crush on the guard.

you had no idea what to expect. you had seen videos of caitlin getting into it with other people and showing off her competitive spirit but you didn’t know how this would translate to golf.

as you glanced towards the club house, you spotted her walking up. tall, confident and even hotter in real life (but we won’t talk about that..🥲)

“hey! you must be my caddy. i’m caitlin,” she greeted you with a wide grin and extended her hand. she was dressed in a casual polo and golf skirt, looking every bit the part.

you shook her hand. “yeah, i’m [Y/N]. ready to hit the green?”

caitlin grabbed a club from her bag, eyeing the course ahead of you.

when she started playing, you had a bit of difficultly staying professional. every time you tried to start a conversation with caitlin, your eyes and mind started wander. she had always looked good, but in person in front of you was a whole different story.

what you didn’t know is that caitlin was having similar feelings. from the moment she saw you she felt attracted to you, but she was here to practice for her tournament and couldn’t get distracted. that didn’t mean you didn’t make her nervous though.

as a result, the first couple of holes were a mix of impressive shots and misses. caitlin, ever the competitor, got a little frustrated after her third shot went wide, landing in the rough. she turned to you with a playful groan.

laughing, you handed her an iron. “if you focus on your swing like you focus on your free throws, you’ll get it in no time”

she raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your commentary. “big basketball fan?”

“a little,” you admitted. “hard not to when you’re on ESPN every other night.”

caitlin laughed, a laugh that felt warm and genuine. “okay, fair enough. but today, it’s all about golf.” she reset her stance, adjusting slightly based on the critiques you gave her earlier ( which she would never admit ). with a smooth swing, she sent the ball soaring through the air, landing it just off the green.

by the time you reached the ninth hole, you could tell caitlin was getting more comfortable, not just with the course, but with you. she leaned against the cart as you handed her a drink from the cooler. “you’re not so bad to hang out with,” she said, her grin widening.

“not until today,” you replied, taking a sip of your own drink. “but you’re not too bad either”

caitlin chuckled softly. “you’re pretty good company, i have to say. plus, i could go pro with the coaching i got from you”

“i think it’s your natural talent shining through,” you teased.

bthe time you finished the round, caitlin had managed to shave a few strokes off her usual score, thanks in part to your company . as you both headed back to the clubhouse, she threw an arm around your shoulders in a friendly side-hug. “so what do you say we make this a regular thing?”

you nodded, trying to keep your cool despite the touch of her arm. “only if you promise to keep improving. i have a reputation to uphold, you know.”

“deal,” caitlin said with a wink.

as you walk away from caitlin, you tried to push down the feelings you had for her and told yourself that it was just a crush. she wasn’t worth risking your job for..right?

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

the days after that first round with caitlin passed like a blur. every morning, you’d find yourself back at the golf course, waiting for her. and every day, without fail, she’d show up with her perfect smile, ready to take on the course, but more than that—ready to spend time with you.

what had started as a professional relationship quickly shifted. there was something easy about being around caitlin. she was open, real, and every round of golf felt less about the game and more about the moments in between. the laughter. the subtle glances that lingered a little too long. and as much as you tried to keep things strictly professional, it became impossible to ignore the growing connection between you.

today, though, felt different.

the late afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting a hue over the course as caitlin stood beside you on the tee. she twirled her club absentmindedly, eyes focused on the green, but you could sense something more behind her usual relaxed demeanor.

“long day?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

she turned to you with a soft smile. “just thinking.”

“about?” you prompted, trying to sound casual but feeling a subtle tension in the air.

caitlin lowered her club and leaned on it, her eyes now fully on you. “this offseason… i thought it would be about relaxing, taking a break from everything. but i didn’t expect it to be spending all my time thinking about you.”

your breath hitched slightly. there it was—the thing that had been simmering under the surface these past few weeks. the teasing glances, the touches that lasted a beat too long, the way her gaze would drift toward you in those quiet moments on the course.

“caitlin,” you started, but she stepped closer, her expression more serious than you’d ever seen.

“you’ve become the best part of my day,” she said softly. “it’s not just the golf, it’s…everything. you make me feel like I don’t always have to be ‘Caitlin Clark’ when I’m with you, i’m just caitlin. and i don’t know… i don’t want this to end when the season starts again.”

the vulnerability in her voice made your heart race. you’d felt the same way, but hearing her say it—left you momentarily speechless. she looked at you with those eyes, her usual confidence softened by the this moment.

you took a step toward her, closing the small distance between you. “it doesn’t have to end,” you said quietly, your voice carrying the weight of everything between you. “i’ve felt it too, caitlin. this… whatever this is between us. i thought it was just me.”

her lips curved into a small smile, the relief evident in her expression. “you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”

caitlin’s hand found yours, her fingers warm and strong, just like you’d imagined. the connection between you felt electric, and in that moment, everything else faded into the background.

“i guess i should ask,” she murmured, a teasing glint back in her eyes, “what kind of caddy crosses the line with their client?”

you grinned, stepping even closer, feeling her presence like a magnet pulling you in. “the kind that’s maybe a little too good at their job?”

she laughed softly, the sound warm and familiar. then, without another word, caitlin leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was soft, tentative at first. but as soon as you kissed her back, it deepened, filled with everything you’d both been holding back.

“i’m glad I booked you as my caddy,” caitlin whispered, her voice laced with affection. “but I think i’d like to keep you around for more than just golf.”

you smiled, your heart pounding in your chest. “i think i’d like that too.”

thanks for reading. i kind of hate this but let me know what you think, and if you’d like a part 2! i could also do 18+ headcannons for this.. do you guys like the reader POV or would you prefer something else? love you!

@connormccafferyhater @equalhealerr

[roosterforme]

Playing From the Rough | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley agrees to play in a charitable golf tournament as long as you tag along. When he tells off a professional golfer for being rude and then beats him at his own game, Bradley braces himself for the consequences. But it's you the professional decides to take it out on. Guess he didn't get the memo: don't mess with the Bradshaws.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, mentions of smut, mentions of blood, non consensual touching

Length: 3800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Beautiful banner by @mak-32

"Come on, Rooster. We need a fourth golfer," Bob coaxed, handing Bradley another beer at the Hard Deck. "It's a foursome, not a threesome. And it's for charity."

Bradley sipped the drink and thought about how he'd have to spend a whole weekend day away from you, and he really just wasn't feeling it. The two of you were enjoying that newlywed bubble you'd been living in. Recently, Saturdays had been reserved for sleeping in late, walking the dog, and fucking. 

"Wow, I guess Bradshaw just hates charitable events for children's hospitals," Jake drawled, sipping on his glass of bourbon. "Come on. Be a sport. Payback and Fanboy are deployed. We need one more to make a team."

Bradley sighed. "Let me check with my wife."

"Bring her," Coyote said, lining up a shot at the pool table. "We get two extra tickets. She can drive a golf cart and drink beers all day if she wants."

Bradley cocked his head to the side before he turned to look at you and Nat taking shots up at the bar. "Who else would come?" he asked the guys. "With the other extra ticket?"

But Coyote had followed his gaze. "Give it to Nat. They'd have fun."

"They can be our cheerleaders," Jake said with a smirk.

Bradley snorted. "Don't hold your breath. I think drinking, heckling, and hitting us with the golf carts would be more their speed."

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"Roo."

Bradley woke up to you pushing your fingers back through his hair, and he groaned. It was just before six in the morning, and you were rubbing yourself against his leg and kissing his neck. He realized he had an erection before he could even remember what day it was, and then he groaned louder.

You and he had to be at the gold course for the charitable fundraiser in about an hour. Bradley wrapped his hands around your waist. "We need to get up, Baby Girl."

"No," you whispered. "You need to fuck me. I'm so horny."

"Shit," he sighed, glancing at the time on his phone. "We can't. We'll be late."

"Roo!" you whined, thoroughly unaccustomed to being told no when it came to anything, but especially when it was something you wanted in bed. Bradley was weak for you in that way.

"I'll make it up to you later, after I'm all sweaty and you've had even more time to get wound up," he promised, squeezing your ass. 

You moaned softly next to his ear. "You better. I want it twice."

"Three times," he replied with a smirk as he got out of bed. He watched you get dressed in a little tropical print pleated skirt and a sleeveless white golf shirt. And nothing else. "Are you planning on wearing any underwear?" he asked, following you into the bathroom.

"No," you told him casually, bending over at the sink to wash your face. He could see your bare pussy. You were doing this intentionally to mess with him. This is what he got for telling you no sex. "Fuck."

When he came up behind you, clearly having a change of heart, you stepped away from him and said, "We don't want to be late." He watched you walk back into the bedroom with your chin in the air. Oh, he'd get you good later.

Once you were holding two travel mugs of coffee and Bradley had his golf bag, he followed you out to the Bronco. He tossed his clubs in the back and then buckled your seatbelt. He let his palm rest on your thigh as he leaned in to kiss you. 

"You're going to look so pretty sitting in the golf cart and cheering for me," he said, trying not to laugh. 

"If anything, you're my trophy husband," you replied with a laugh as you kissed his scarred cheek. 

"I love you," he promised before closing the passenger door and heading out. 

The weather was perfect, the sky was blue, and when you and Bradley arrived at the golf course, the others were already there. The four of them were wearing matching golf shirts emblazoned with Top Gun on the back along with white pants. Bradley wasn't the best golfer by any stretch of the imagination. He usually just tagged along because it was fun, and today was no different. They were raising money for a local children's hospital, and some of the kids were present. 

Bradley smiled at the children who were waving to them after they got checked in. "They'd probably love some pictures with you guys," you whispered, running your hand up Bradley's bicep. 

"Nah," Bradley replied. "There are some TV stars and musicians here. I don't think they care about us."

But you pushed him and Jake toward the kids, and their little faces lit up. Soon Bob was handing out some pins with wings that said Top Gun, and you took pictures while the kids asked questions about aviation.

Bradley ended up sitting with a little girl named Abigail who asked him a million questions about his Super Hornet, but he didn't mind. He loved kids. But it was almost time to get started, so he stood and gave her a high five. And he posed for one more photo that you took before he headed to one of the golf carts. 

"That was sweet of you to pose for pictures with the kids," you told him as you slipped into the driver's seat. 

"It was sweet of you to take all the photos," he replied, sitting next to you and kissing your cheek. 

"Ready?" Coyote asked, taking a seat in the back. Bradley watched Nat tear off in the other cart with Bob and Jake barely hanging on. You followed them to the first tee at a much slower pace, and Bradley was happy to see that there were more kids among the spectators. 

He played the first few holes pretty well. Surprisingly, he was keeping up with Javy and Jake. You and Nat were half watching and half laughing with some drinks in your hands, but Bradley just wanted you to have a good time. 

And you were definitely making sure he was having a good time. Whenever he met your gaze, you ran your fingers up your bare thigh or licked your lips. He was probably playing so well because he knew what was in store for him later. Probably a blowjob to start, but you'd definitely let him finish in your pussy. When he checked the time on his phone, he saw a text from you.

Baby Girl Bradshaw: I'm really horny.

He groaned. You were hot for him and texting him from twenty feet away. He texted you back before tucking his phone away so he could tee off.

Behave, or I'll spank you.

Bradley thought he could hear you moan from the golf cart. But that sweet sound was soon drowned out by someone else.

"Jesus Christ. I told him to fuck off! He doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about. And his golf swing looks like a piece of shit, too." 

It was a guy about his age, swearing up a storm in front of all the kids. Bradley clenched and unclenched his fist in his glove. Sure, he could appreciate the subtle art of the f-word, but not in front of families with kids representing the charity! There was a time and a place. Like bullshitting at the bar or whispering dirty stuff in your wife's ear.

"Rooster, you're up," Javy called, and Bradley rolled his shoulders and walked away.

But this prick was still running his mouth at the next hole. Bradley didn't know how he got unlucky enough to have to play next to this idiot, but he couldn't take much more. And when he looked up and saw Abigail and her parents, he decided that was enough. 

"Hey man, do you mind?" Bradley asked him, and then he was met with cold, gray eyes. 

"I'm sorry, but who the fuck are you?" the prick responded, sizing Bradley up.

"Someone who's sick of listening to your mouth," Bradley replied without hesitation. This guy was handsome and smug, and Bradley couldn't stand him. "This is an event for children. There are kids everywhere. Cut it out with the foul language."

Bradley turned and walked back toward the golf cart where you were laughing with Nat when Jake jogged up next to him. "Dude, what did you just say to Hunter King?"

"Who?"

"You were just talking to Hunter King. He's a super famous pro golfer!"

Bradley turned back to see that he was still being glared at. "I told him to shut his mouth and stop swearing in front of all the kids," he told Jake.

"But that's Hunter King," Jake insisted with wide eyes. 

Bradley shrugged and said, "I don't care who he is. He's being rude." Then he took a quick sip of the beer you were holding before handing it back to you with a kiss to your forehead. 

"Ready to go to the next hole?" you asked, brushing the hem of your skirt a little higher. 

"I'm ready to take you home," Bradley replied, squeezing your perfect thigh. 

"Gross," Nat complained, climbing out of the cart and heading to the other one. You and she drove the four of them to the next hole, and Bradley saw that Hunter King was right there as well. 

"Go get a hole in one, Roo," you told him, rubbing high up on his thigh and brushing his cock. 

"Baby Girl, I'm gonna teach you a lesson later."

"Ohh," you crooned. "Will you teach me how to hold your club?"

"If you're good," he replied, climbing out of the cart with a shake of his head. Bradley watched Hunter King play par on the hole, and then it was his turn. Bradley drove the ball with a nearly perfect swing, and the ball landed on the green.

You and Nat were both cheering for him, and the kids in the area all looked delighted as well. Nat drove Bradley over to the green to putt while you waited with Bob and Jake. And to Bradley's surprise, he came in at one stroke under par for the hole. He just did better than a professional golfer. And now Hunter King looked even more pissed off.

"Good," Bradley muttered to himself, bending to get his ball out of the hole. "That's what you get."

And then Bradley beat him on the next hole. And the one after that. 

"Wow, Rooster," Nat said, rubbing his shoulder. "I had no idea you'd be this good. Jake tells everyone how terrible you are."

Bradley rolled his eyes as you walked over and wrapped your arms around his waist. "You're doing better than Javy, Bob and Jake," you informed him, clearly impressed. 

"It doesn't matter," he replied. "It's just for charity." But he was still shocked when he finished in third place overall. Hunter King finished in fourth. 

Bradley went over to congratulate the first and second place finishers, but he was cut off by Hunter. "Good game," Bradley managed through clenched teeth, holding out his hand. But the other man didn't shake it. Instead he smiled in such a way that made Bradley feel very uneasy. 

"Are you married?" Hunter asked him.

Bradley's brow scrunched up. "Yeah," he replied.

"Which one's your wife?" Hunter was nodding to where you and Nat were standing in the sunlight. You looked beautiful, the golden glow illuminating your skin as you shifted weight from one foot to the other. With one hand planted on your hip you tossed your head back and laughed. You were his wife. His perfect wife. 

"You know what?" Hunter replied. "It doesn't matter. I'll take real good care of both of them."

"What?" Bradley asked, but as soon as Hunter headed your way, someone was trying to pull him aside for a photo with the other winners. When he turned back, all he saw was you and Nat being led away with Hunter's hand on your lower back.

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"Ladies."

You looked up into a pair of soft, gray eyes and were met with a brilliant smile. "My name's Hunter, and I'd love to take you on a tour of the VIP tent."

"Sounds swanky," Nat replied, smiling at him.

"Oh. It is. I promise," he said with another charming smile. "Let's go."

You looked back to see that Bradley was absorbed with a photography crew and some of the kids associated with the charity. You tried to wave to get his attention, but you supposed it didn't really matter. You wouldn't be gone long enough to even need to grab you phone from the golf cart. 

Then Hunter's hand came to rest just above the swell of your butt, and you thought your eyes were going to bug out. As he nodded at the security guard watching the entrance to the VIP tent, you slipped out of his grasp. 

"Welcome, Mr. King," the guard said with a smirk. "Two guests with you?"

"That's right," he replied with a laugh. He was annoying, but the inside of the tent was incredible. It looked more like a small arena inside. There were people checking out golf simulators and waiters walking around with drinks. You watched Hunter grab two bottles of champagne from a large ice bucket. 

"This way, ladies," he said, and you took Nat by the hand before she could wander over to the simulators. Hunter looked at your joined hands as you both followed him, and he muttered, "That works for me, too."

You pulled Nat a little closer as the three of you ended up in a secluded area. After he popped the first bottle of champagne, he handed it to Nat. "A whole bottle?" she asked. "Thanks, Hunter."

Then he popped the second one and gave it to you. "Drink up."

His fingers lingered on yours as you said, "I love pink champagne. My husband buys it for me all the time."

Hunter's eyes appraised you, lingering on your lips and chest. You were suddenly very aware of your lack of underwear and peaked nipples. "Oh, you're married?" he asked casually. "Was he the one who finished in the top three?"

"Yes! He placed third," you told him before taking a sip of the expensive champagne. It was delicious, and Nat had already finished half of her bottle. You kind of wanted to share your bottle with Bradley, but you also kind of wanted to ditch it and leave. 

"You like to play golf?" Hunter asked, completely focused on you now. 

You shrugged. "I haven't played much. I usually just hang out in the golf cart when I go."

"Your husband won't let you play?"

You rolled your eyes. "I can assure you that I do whatever I want."

"I love to hear that," he laughed with a smile. "And I think you want to try out one of the simulators." 

You noticed that Nat had already wandered away to one of the booths. "Just for a minute," you agreed.

Then you listened to him explain how the simulator worked. It was a small booth, and you would wear a virtual reality mask. It looked just like you were really on a golf course. 

"Let me close the door for you," Hunter murmured next to your ear. "So you can get started."

He closed the booth, and it took you a few seconds to realize he was still in there with you. Because when you bent a little at the waist, you bumped into him with your butt. 

"You need a little help with your posture?" he asked, wrapping his hands around your hips from behind. In an instant, you knew you were rubbing against the zipper of his pants, and his left hand was skimming over your skirt right where your little rooster tattoo was covered by the thin fabric. 

You gasped when his hands slid a little lower. You had no underwear on, because your main goal of the day had been to tease Bradley. But now Hunter was the one almost touching your bare skin. 

"What the hell?" you shouted in the small space, whipping off the mask covering your eyes and spinning around. "What the hell is your problem?" You watched his face as you pulled your right hand back. He looked alarmed, eyes wide and hands held up in surrender as your palm made contact with his face.

"Ow! Fuck!" he screamed. Somehow you managed to slap his cheek and also hit his nose with the heel of your hand at the same time. It started gushing blood onto his pale blue shirt, and he tried to pinch the bridge of his nose to get it to slow down. 

"I'm married, and you're creepy!" you informed him loudly, shoving past him to get out of the simulation booth. "Come on, Nat," you called, taking her hand again.

"Why are we leaving? I didn't finish my champagne!" she complained. So when you walked back past the ice bucket, you gabbed a new bottle for her and a second one for yourself.

"Hunter is a creep," you informed her as you made your way to the tent exit. But Hunter was hot on your heels and reaching out for you.

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Bradley saw you go inside the VIP area, but he got pulled aside for some group photos. He knew the kids, including Abigail, were waiting for more photos as well, but he quickly excused himself to head after you.

"That son of a bitch," he muttered to himself as he approached the security guard. Hunter King was mad that he told him to shut his mouth, and beating a professional at his own game really hadn't helped Bradley's cause. And he just knew Hunter was going to try to take it out on you and Nat. 

He started sweating. You were all horny and wound up, and you had skipped underwear to mess with him. And now the guy who was pissed off at Bradley was probably inside pawing at you. And you weren't answering your phone. 

"Whoa, hang on," the guard said, sliding into place in front of the entrance just as Bradley got there. "This area is off limits for you."

Bradley grunted. "My wife is in there."

"Good for her," he replied with a shrug of his enormous shoulders. 

"You don't understand. She's with Hunter King."

The guard had the audacity to smirk at him. "One of those two attractive women? I'm sure she's having a great time with Mr. King."

What was that supposed to mean? Bradley had to close his eyes and silently count to ten. "I just need to pop in there, and then I'll be right back out."

"Absolutely not."

Bradley ground his molars together before he managed a very insincere sounding, "Please?"

Then the security guard laughed at him, and Bradley contemplated trying to shove this guy out of his way. He had about a hundred pounds and four inches on Bradley, but it would be worth the pounding to make sure you and Nat were okay. Just as he was working himself up to do it, he caught sight of you heading his way, dragging Nat along. You emerged from the tent looking unscathed.

"Hi, Roo," you said sweetly, gripping a bottle of pink champagne for some reason. You wrapped your arms around him, the cold condensation from the bottle pressing to the back of his neck. 

"What's going on, Baby Girl?" he asked, still completely bewildered as you kissed him. "Where's Hunter King?" He was pulling you a little closer, waiting for some sort of explanation. 

But Nat started laughing. "You don't need to worry about your wife. Cheers," she said, holding up a second bottle of champagne before popping the cork.

You whispered, "I love you," against Bradley's lips just as he saw Hunter come storming to the tent entrance with blood all over his shirt.

Bradley took your face in his hands. "What happened? Why is he covered in blood? Did he try to hurt you? Or Nat? This is all my fault for telling him to stop swearing and then beating his score." Bradley could feel his pulse quicken, feel his brow crease in concern, but you were smiling.

"He's a creep. I told him I was married, and he still tried to touch me, but I'm pretty sure I broke his nose."

Bradley shoved you gently away from him, ready to beat the ever living shit out of both the security guard and Hunter King. He watched Hunter's eye grow wide as he clenched both hands into fists, but then you were in front of him again. 

"Roo! It's okay!" you promised, pressing the champagne bottle to his chest and pushing him back. 

"It is not okay," he growled, letting you push him a little further away from the tent. "I'll rip him in half."

"Roo! Right before I saw you, he tried to grab me again. I told him I'd call the cops if he didn't match the donation that was being made to the children's hospital." 

"Match the donation? That's like four hundred thousand dollars," he replied, looking at you with surprise. "You just got Hunter King to make a personal donation of four hundred thousand dollars?"

"Yep!" you replied, pressing yourself to the front of him. "I sure did. And I got him to say it in front of one of the charity's coordinators. I also insinuated to that coordinator that perhaps Mr. King shouldn't be allowed to spend any time alone with women in the VIP tents in the future. And that maybe he should be removed from the circuit. Now let's go home, pop this delicious bottle of pink champagne, and celebrate your third place victory!"

Bradley was still gaping at you before he scooped you up into his arms. He was careful to keep your butt covered with one big hand as you kissed his face while he glared past you at Hunter King until the other man slinked back into the shadows where he belonged. 

"You're such a badass," he told you suddenly. "I'm so impressed by you all the time, Sweetheart. You don't even need me."

"No, I don't," you agreed with him, kissing his cheek and trailing your lips back to his ear. "But I really, really want you."

"Let's go home," he grunted, carrying you to one of the golf carts. "I just want my bed, my wife, and the expensive champagne she stole from the VIP tent."

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[spoonfulofmilo]

Q and 4 with male reader pretty please if your event is still going on! Loving you works. ❤️

well at least this is finally done.

if you want to participate in my 400 followers event, look here :) (which I think explains how long this has taken me)

Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

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q - logan sargeant x 4 - golf!male!reader

So supportive

He sort of gets golf, but mostly thinks its boring

Too slow for an f1 driver like logan

So proud of you though

Loves watching your shoulders flex when you swing

He’d attend as many tournaments as he could

Especially the olympics

(lot easier when you’re unemployed)

has perfected the golf clap

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[mortalfaerie]

continued: how i think the gravity falls kids grew up since they're 25 now

Mabel Pines

after weirdmageddan, stayed in touch with candy and grenda and called or facetimed them whenever possible

had an art teacher in freshman year of high school that totally changed her life trajectory by 1) making her realize she's bisexual and 2) making her realize she wants to be an art teacher

she and dipper spend summers in gravity falls throughout high school, and she befriends pacifica at 15-16 after paz finds her waiting for the bus in the rain and picks her up in her car, saying she's 'repaying the favor' from their min golf tournament 4 years ago. they end up sitting in her car outside the shack for a while just talking, and mabel likes the person pacifica's become.

has always been dipper's biggest supporter in his transition, but does find it fascinating since they're identical twins (in my head shh)

she and candy had an intense homoerotic friendship summer of mutual pining, but ultimately made the (surprisingly mature) decision to just remain friends and not risk it

she does also meet mermando again when he returns to profess his undying love when she's 17 - she turns him down, but not before making out with him just to be able to say she did.

she decides to go to art school, and gets into otis college, which works out well since it's not far from UCLA & dipper

she and paz both had awful relationship experiences their first year of college and have like, pack-bonded even more because they support each other through it (while dipper paced and wanted to punch some people)

was the first person to clock that dipper and pacifica liked each other before either of them realized it, and was actively trying to manufacture situations for them to work it out

graduated with her bfa in art and design education, and does her practicum at a montessori elementary school, where she ends up getting hired after graduating

on the side, she has an etsy where she designs clothing patterns and sells them, and hopes to have an actual clothing line one day

still has waddles (domestic pigs live 10-15 years!) and has contemplated getting him ESA certified in order to bring him to work, but dipper lectured her it was "abusing the system," (it is) so she didn't.

extra: she loves chappell roan. secretly, so does dipper.

[rafescvntyclubgf]

Putt Slut? - Rafe Cameron Daydreams ☁️

+18 Minor DNI

Rafe x GolferGirlfriend!Reader

⭐️ republished ⭐️

🪄 language and mentions of smut

650

You two haven’t seen each other long, but when you show up to the course with a bag of Callaway REVAs, he can’t help but get a little rattled, especially when he’s used to his girls play caddie, if that. He watches you smooth out your Vouri dress, slipping on your glove and Callaway hat before pulling your pony through the back. His eyes double, as you lean down to tie your shoes, catching a glimpse of your dress’s built-in shorts where he would typically see lace, mesh, or pussy.

“I didn’t know you were a golfer, princess,” his voice wavers.

To which you smile and nod. “You didn’t? Yeah. Since I was six.” He swallows hard as the stakes are quickly raised.

Suddenly, Rafe Cameron is nervous.

How would he impress you now? What if you won?

You came out of the front nine in the lead with Rafe at his wits end. He had no patience; his short game was a mess, too focused on what you would do next, which always seemed to be the right move. Not to mention you looked so good doing it, your focus locked on the game. Rafe found himself in a strange position where he was now fighting for your eye.

Halfway through the back nine, he found himself at a crossroads. There was no way he would win: play fair and lose to his girl or play dirty and knock you down a little… It started simply by disturbing your backswing or during a putt, a cough, or a sneeze. Normal enough. When that didn’t work, he switched to praise. The type of praise that would make you feel nervous about the next shot. But you didn’t falter.

There was only one tactic that remained. The one that could always throw him off his game. Rafe unbuttoned the top button of his crisp white polo, fingers curling around the leather steering wheel to let his biceps flex. Every movement was a little closer than before: your position on the golf cart, where he stood on the green, how long he’d linger for a kiss. He was talking sweeter too, his low tone deep and raspy as he leaned into your ear, holding your hips from behind as you took a few practice strokes.

“You look so pretty, baby.”

“Fuck, my girl’s so good at this.”

“Wanna take a break. Hmm? I know a spot, honey. Wanna make you feel good.”

“Need you so bad.”

“Don’t make me wait.”

PLOP.

Your ProV1 golf ball plunges into the depths of the murky pond as a sinister smile spread on Rafe’s lips. Your eyes narrow on his baby blues, catching him in the act, clocking his excitement as you put two and two together. The rest of the round plays out like the PGA tournament because, unlucky for Rafe, you didn’t like to lose either.

“Wanna just call it, baby doll?” Rafe asks knowing his game was unrecoverable, but if it wasn’t in writing, did it actually count? You shake your head ‘no’, tapping your little pencil at the card.

“One left, baby boy.” Rafe smirks and shakes his head. “A bet?”

“You’re already gonna win, baby,” he groans.

“Just this hole, Rafe. Winner gets whatever they want in the clubhouse.”

“Alright. Alright. Deal,” he agrees.

To no surprise, you close out the hole with a win. To which Rafe genuinely accepts defeat. The two of you walk up to the clubhouse hand-in-hand, Rafe still waiting for you to call him out on his bullshit from before but you don’t. He leads you toward the pro shop as he fishes for his Black Card but you pull him away fast, disappearing into the locker room with him instead, kissing your way into a bathroom stall. He lets out a devilish laugh as you undo his belt with a smile.

“Well shit, baby. What are we doin’ in here?” He whispers against your lips.

“Getting what I want.”

[samott]

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My missing husband came home, but I just know it isn't him

My husband went missing six months ago. Just... went out to work one day and never came home. It was a horrible shock to the whole neighbourhood, because things like that just didn't happen in our little slice of white-picket-fence suburbia. The police launched an investigation, and the neighbourhood watch sent out search parties, but no one ever found any evidence to indicate what had happened to him. Our families were devastated. Recently, the missing posters have been taken down or papered over. The updates from the police became less frequent and dwindled away. I accepted that, hard as it was to admit, my Rick wasn't coming back.

Until he did.

A week ago, I was in the back garden watering my petunias when I heard the garden gate creak open. I jerked my head in that direction and- there he was. Exactly the same as he was the day he disappeared. Same windswept blond hair and bright blue eyes, same curl to his pink lips. I was in shock. Our families had mourned for him, and yet there he was, standing in our garden like he had just popped out for milk or something. When I asked where he had been, he said he didn't know. He couldn’t remember anything about the last six months.

All our family and friends are beside themselves with joy. They almost can't believe it. But that's just the thing: I don't believe it.

Look, I understand how crazy this all sounds, I do. Our families would never believe me, and I can’t go to the police unless I want to end up in a straightjacket. But I just know that the man sleeping next to me isn't my husband. I don't know what to do. I know I should be happy, but I'm not. I'm terrified. I don’t know much about anything supernatural or paranormal, I don't even like watching horror movies. But something about this whole situation makes my skin crawl.

Just let me explain why I'm so sure. Once I've done that, hopefully one of you will believe me, and you'll be able to tell me what to do.

The morning after "Rick" came home, I made him a cup of tea. When I handed it to him, he gave me the brightest smile. Then he took a sugar cube from the dish on the table and dropped it into the cup. Our house was in chaos with his return, and I was still in shock, so I didn't think much of it at the time, but its been replaying in my mind ever since. I know it doesn't sound very significant, but my husband never put sugar in his tea. He was always adamant that it ruined the taste, and he'd get so frustrated if I ever put sugar in his cup by accident. And yet, this man had sugar.

Then it was the golf. A few days ago, when he was out visiting his mom, I recorded a golf tournament that was showing on the TV. It was one of Rick's favourite golfers that was competing, and he never missed it. Once, he even skipped out on an anniversary dinner just to watch a championship. Only, when he came home from his parents' and I told him what I'd done, he just seemed... unbothered? Like, he said thanks and everything, and then he asked if I wanted to get dinner. He didn't even watch it, and that’s just so out of character for him.

Then one night I woke up around 2 a.m. to see Rick's face inches from mine just... looking at me with these blank eyes. I kinda gave this nervous laugh and asked "Baby, what are you doing?" And he didn't answer. For like a solid thirty seconds. He just stared, almost like he was looking right through me. Then he suddenly smiled and said, "Sorry, honey. Sometimes I just can’t believe this is real". Then he just rolled over and went to sleep. I didn’t get much sleep after that, myself.

Yesterday, about a week after he came home, the neighbourhood threw a street party to celebrate his return. Everyone from our street and the streets on either side turned up to see him and tell him how happy they are that he's alright. When he wasn't standing with his arm around my waist, he was milling around chatting amicably to each and every one of our neighbours, even the little kids. Jackson, our next-door neighbour Sally's toddler, wanted to play peek-a-boo, and Rick happily played along with a smile on his face. Now, my husband never did that. Rick always said he didn't like kids - that's why we never had any - and so he never wanted to play with any of the neighbourhood children. Especially not Jackson: Rick all but avoided him. Before he disappeared, I had started to suspect it was so I wouldn't see them together and notice the subtle but unmistakable similarities.

The final nail in the coffin, proverbially speaking, was Sally. Just this morning, she came knocking on our door. Her excuse was the tray of brownies she carried, but I think she just wanted to push her way into our morning so that she could see for herself what the situation was. After she left, I called her a nosy busybody. Rick laughed, kissed my head, and agreed with me. That was when I knew for sure that it couldn't really be him. Rick always used to get so mad whenever I insulted Sally, like I didn't have any right to hate her even though she'd been fucking my husband for years. But today there was none of that. He didn’t even try to defend her.

I know what you must be thinking. If he was in an accident or something, he might’ve had some kind of traumatic brain injury that caused him to forget some things about his life, maybe even change his personality. And that's a valid, reasonable explanation. I have no doubt it's what the police would tell me if I reported all this.

But you know why I'm dead certain that man isn't my husband? He doesn't have a scar. If he was really Rick, he'd have a scar on the side of his forehead shaped like the golf club I hit him with. But there's nothing. Not a mark. Honestly, I'm this close to going out tonight and digging up my petunias just to make sure he's still under there.

I don't know what I'm sharing a bed with, but I know it's not my husband. So what the hell am I going to do?

innet

[tkachuktkaching]

A few of the highlights

After he threw the pitch in the Marlins game in Miami which he was still recovering from a shoulder injury (right after he got traded) he went into his back yard and and practiced and threw 5 pitches to prepare but he's much healthier than two years ago.

Some talk on Jayson Tatum and how he makes 6 times as much as him and he always knew he was destined for the big time in the NBA and he was always a stud.

They always talked as kids about making the nba and nhl respectively.

The video was technology class in 7th grade before high school.

His dad wanted to go with him to the baseball pitch and his mum was out of town.

He loved hanging out with jayson and catching up for a few hours.

He talked about Sherwood in 2020 he tried a few brands, he helped with the design process and was their first hockey player since their rebrand.

He talked going to Raising Cains, he was partying and going to eleven and without sleep and he had agreed to do things prior to the final. He talked about all the opportunities to do extra signings and things.

He decided to a interview with sports net and decide to give a shout out, he loves the people in Calgary and hates the people in Edmonton and he got family in Winapeg including his Grandpa.

He was excited to play in the charity golf tournament, he loves Charles Barkely and playing with TJ Oshie and the Kelcie brothers were cool.

And how he ended up singing We Are The Champions with Charles Barkley.

He was excited to meet the different people from the different sports.

He got engaged on the Thursday before game 1 in the playoffs and flew in his parents and fiancé's parents had a big celebration then went no booze for the whole playoffs and plans to do that again.

His special memories of the playoffs were the off ice stuff playing poker the comradeship with the guys.

He's sad the teammates that left but excited they got the offersheet and got paid and set for life and is excited to see them for dinner when they see them.

He was pissed after game 5 because he didn't want to go to Edmonton but he was so confident ahead of game 7 he wanted to do it for his family that got him there, he talked how his dad and Brady walked him to his car and wanted to do it especially for them.

He drives to the arena on his own he goes early getting there 4 hours early. Sam Bennet got a mention for liking to sleep and goes much later.

How incredible the emotions of his family and being the first tkachuk to win the cup,

Bringing his dad into the lockeroom was what it meant to him and his whole family.

Singing Brady praises for being so supportive and believes Brady will win it, he's too good not to, he's built for the play offs, and wants to be there when he does.

Literally everybody from Calgary reached out to him after the cup win even Darrell (Sutter).

Praising his old youth team London Knights and what they did for him and other players.

He heard from players he heard from or know and Robbie Thomas and people that won before Vllady got a special mentions he was a great veteran presence and okie too.

He talked the Paternark fight, and how it happened and Monty's involvement. He says there's no rules just beat the shit out of each other.

He'll never forget this year for the rest of his life.

He confirmed Brady did not touch the cup though there were a few close calls due to being drunk.

He says he's so much better health than this time last year, he's excited about this year.

He his fiancee and Brady are going to visit Taryn this Friday he says she won't listen to his interview so it won't ruin the surprise and talks how good she is a field hockey. Her preseason has started.

He loves to watch Barky in practice and is learning to do things and a special mention of Kucherov of Tampa one of his favorite players.

He wants to improve scoring from further out like Brady.

He's getting more recognised now but it's good and he's enjoying it.

He's being working on jumps, working on his skating, sprints and being strong weights but jumps.

He got in trouble for putting the cup in the ocean but the cup caretakers only told him afterwards but they understood but he got great memories.

The whole family sacrifices so much for hockey players and the Tkachuk name is on the cup forever it's forever.

[twinkboimler]

June Fic Recs

It's been a while since I put one of these together! Under the cut are a selection of great spirk, mckirk, spones, and mcspirk fics I've read in the past few months with a brief description of what I liked about them. Enjoy!

SPIRK

Tomorrow’s Circus by Borealisblue. TOS. Explicit, 56,084 words (as of 6/20/24). Work in progress. Circus au, 1930s, everyone’s human. The friends-to-lovers and pining in this is SO GOOD and I really think that everyone needs to be reading this fic. I haven’t been this invested in a fic in a long time; getting that subscription email letting me know this fic has updated can literally fix me when I’m having a bad day. Cannot rec this fic enough if you’re in the mood for a slowburn, plus the art in it is phenomenal.

A Perfect Fit by ThereBeWhalesHere. TOS. Teen and Up Audiences, 7,097 words. Role swap: Captain Spock and First Officer Kirk. Spock’s POV, admittance of feelings, first kiss. This fic is so lovely, I love a fic where I get to just watch these two get to know each other and fall in love.

Time After Time by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin). SNW and Disco. Explicit, 138,921 words. I loved this fic. The pining and sexual tension is so good, and this fic has a good balance of humorous fluffy scenes and angst and incredibly hot smut. It’s a spirk fic, yes, but it really dives into sibling dynamics as it explores the Kirk brothers’ relationship as Spock continues to process the Michael-shaped hole in his life. I love this take on this era’s Spock, there’s so much he doesn’t know about himself yet. I also really adore how this fic writes all the characters—you really get a sense of everyone’s personalities in this fic, the entire crew feels so ALIVE. Just fantastic characterizations of everyone!

Big Me (But It's You I Fell Into) by waketosleep. AOS. Mature, 38,728 words. This is the fic that got me to care about golf. I wish I was kidding—now I join my in-laws when they’re watching it on the TV. This fic has a scene between McCoy and Kirk during Kirk’s first tournament with him that had me laughing my ass off. Never not thinking about this fic; the dangerous part about reading a sports au is suddenly you care about that sport. Don’t think it can happen to you? Give this fic a try. 

Consume by the_moonmoth. AOS. Explicit, 1,139 words. Must be logged in to read. Very hot smut. Dirty talk, mind melds, Bottom!Kirk and Top!Spock. This fic just hits.

You Could Call It Love by lurikko. TOS. Mature, 45,791 words. Fake marriage, slowburn, getting together. This fic is SO good, just a whole bunch of tropes that I adore.

SPONES

That Which Lingers by stanzas. TOS Movies. Teen and Up Audiences, 1,008 words. Takes place after The Search for Spock. Established relationship with some very sweet moments as they deal with the lingering side effects of the fal-tor-pan. This fic is just everything to me, it absolutely melted my heart.

So Hold Me Close and Say Three Words by Rusoe. TOS. Mature, 1,103 words. Omegaverse. Nesting, Omega!McCoy and Alpha!Spock. I absolutely wasn’t expecting this fic to dive into insecurities about aging when I clicked on it. Loved this!

Stop Making Sense by therev. TOS. General Audiences, 13,775 words. Spock is severely injured as a result of a decision McCoy had to make in order to save the lives of others. McCoy carries a lot of guilt over his actions, even as Spock recovers from his injuries. Very good.

it’s all downhill from here by strangenewwords. AOS. Teen and Up Audiences, 2,082 words. McCoy takes Joanna sledding. Joanna gets overtired, and McCoy gets overwhelmed and panicky. Love this fic’s take on Dad!McCoy, and the spones in this is so damn sweet.

MCKIRK

and i can lend you broken parts that might fit (like this) by jeyhawk. AOS. Explicit, 17,461 words. Academy era, first they hookup, then get to know each other, and then their relationship grows from there. I’m a sucker for fics with this setup. 

Resistless is your charm by fangirlandiknowit. AOS. Explicit, 6,031 words. After hearing about Uhura’s awful first date with Kirk, McCoy decides to text him. Includes some mini-golfing and a very good car hookup scene. Loved this.

MCSPIRK

Tex-Mex Eggrolls and Spinach Dip by Ncc1701ohno. TOS. Explicit, 3,746 words. Smut, light bondage. The setup for this fic is that Spock, McCoy, and Kirk find themselves stuck in the 21st century and work at the Cheesecake Factory in order to make ends meet. I desperately want this fic to become a multi-part series, because the concept is endlessly amusing to me (which is pretty obvious since I partially inspired the idea). A very funny and very hot fic.

Everything That Disappears by sagesiren. AOS. Mature, 19,748 words. Academy era, kid fic, Trans!McCoy, fluff and emotional hurt/comfort. Absolutely loved this, McCoy being a single dad is everything to me. A very entertaining get-together fic for the three of them while exploring parenthood and being trans.

Approximation by liadan14. AOS. Explicit, 15,167 words. Mutual pining, hot smut, and a really interesting plot told non-chronologically. I especially enjoyed Spock’s characterization in this fic, but I love how all three of them are written!

[formulakatya]

THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE | MICK SCHUMACHER

"living in a movie i've watched and funny, cause you couldn't have called it, met you at the right time, this is what it feels like"

not my gif :)

summary: where your best friend is sick of you thinking your not deserving of love and so she introduces you to a certain someone

pairing: mick schumacher x professional golfer!reader

notes: i really wanna make a part 2 of this, so if any of you guys are interested in a part 2 please comment! loosely based off 'feels like' by gracie abrams

warnings: a universe where mick is in ferrari and ferrari aren't idiots, unedited work

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the sound of your metal club hitting the ball pierced through the quietness of the morning. the skies were still painted hues of orange as the sun was rising as you watched the direction of the ball.

using your foot to roll out another ball in front of you on the grass, you adjusted your stance as you set up. gripping the club as you gave yourself time before swinging back and hitting the white ball.

“nice one!”

turning around to see where the familiar voice was coming from, you smiled as you saw lily. you hadn’t seen her in quite sometime after she left to attend the australian grand prix to support her boyfriend and to play a tournament. “lily!”

you had known lily since childhood having met her at a small tournament. and eventually, what was just being penpals, meeting at tournaments and visiting one another with always the same talks about turning pro had turned into a life long friendship. and, truthful to your dreams, both of you turned pro at the same time and got onto the lpga tour.

“congrats on the t5 finish,” you smiled as you hugged the older girl. “i watched the highlights, you were amazing! how was australia as well?”

“australia was fun, alex bagged a p8 so he was quite happy about that,” she spoke as you two pulled away, going to her clubs which she had put at the bay next to you. “enough talk about me, how about you?”

shaking your head, you shrugged, “same stuff— golf, study, rest, the gym…finals are over now so i might go do something to reward myself.”

“i guess one of us needs to have a university degree,” she joked. you were on your final year of your mechanical engineering degree whilst she had dropped out from her course; though you couldn’t blame her for that as balancing university with being on tour was a difficult feat. “how about the rest?”

“the rest?” you asked, confused as you approached your golf bag, switching the club you were going to use. shortly, it dawned on you what ‘the rest’ meant. “still have no one, lily, you know that.”

“oh come on, (y/n)!” lily rolled her eyes, “please! i have some people that i can introduce you to!”

“lily…” you sighed, “i’m too busy with studying and practice half the time. romance just isn’t really something in the books right now and i haven’t exactly earned one.”

“how are you going to be smart enough to do engineering but dumb enough to believe that you have to earn love,” lily shook her head. “please, just let me introduce you to someone.”

“��and who is this person?”

“you’ll see, just follow me to monaco.”

“what?”

—

“lily, i hope you’re sure about this…” you mumbled as you two made your way around the paddock, the older girl clearly more familiar. “i feel a little out of place…and everyone else is—”

“quit that nonsense!” she let out a smile, “you look gorgeous! you’ve got the best paddock outfit in my opinion.”

“yeah, thanks for helping me choose an outfit,” you shyly smiled as you walked alongside lily as she showed you the ropes of navigating around a formula 1 paddock.

of course, you were familiar with the sport having been a formula 1 fan since you were young but being inside the paddock was a completely different experience for you. looking at the garages where the mechanics and engineers were hard at work, you adverted your attention to your best friend who had took your hand.

“alex!” she smiled, greeting her boyfriend before saying hi to the rest of the drivers. “oh, and i brought (y/n) with me!”

“oh my god, i’m starting to think you like her more than me! even your dog loves her more than me!” shaking his head, alex rolled his eyes, “how could you,” he playfully slapped his hand against his chest, pretending to be hurt by your invite to the weekend, “she’s literally responsible for ‘albolognese’!”

unable to hold back a laugh, you smiled, “you should take that as a compliment.”

“why?!”

“because the spaghetti was good!”

“the nickname is so bad!”

“no it isn’t!” you justified, “you had red hair and you cooked a really good spaghetti bolognese, calling you ‘albolognese’ is only acceptable.”

looking at his girlfriend hoping she would come into defence, alex let out a groan and a loud ‘come on’ upon seeing her struggle to hold back a laugh upon the interaction between her best friend and boyfriend.

“anyways,” you cleared your throat, still smiling over the dumb joke. “hi everyone, my name’s (y/n), i’m lily’s best friend. nice to meet you guys.”

“oh! you’re (y/n)!” one of the drivers which you recognised as mick could be heard. “lily always talks about you! hi, i’m mick.”

“i hope it’s all good things,” you smiled, glancing at lily who gave a playful smile and shrug. “nice to meet you.”

“mick! maybe you could show (y/n) around!” lily suggested, catching both of you off guard, taking alex's hand. "patrick is probably looking for alex, so we're going to be at the williams garage, see you!"

lily's intent crystal clear to everyone else except mick and you, everyone quickly making excuses to leave so that it was just the both of you as awkwardness settled in.

"uhm..." mick spoke, trying to figure out where to go next, "i could show you around the paddock?"

"yeah, that'd be nice. thank you, mick," you smiled as he took the lead, following behind him as he acted as your guide around the formula 1 paddock where risk met reward.

"you look really pretty- uh- your outfit is really nice," mick complimented, trying to break the awkwardness. but though the main intent of it was so there was less tension, the compliment was no less of genuine.

"thanks, lily helped me choose it," a giggle was let out, as you looked at mick who seemed to ease up as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"that's my car over there," the german spoke as he pointed towards the red car boasting the number '47' on it. "it's my first season with ferrari so i'm quite excited for the race and monaco is practically the crown jewel of formula 1...sorry i'm rambling."

"it's okay," you smiled, "it's the monaco grand prix! i mean, yeah, the track has no mercy and overtaking must be a nightmare but it's monaco. you win here, you're already one of the greats, plus ferrari has been competitive this season."

eyes widening, mick couldn't help but let out a grin, "formula 1 fan?"

"since young," you hummed as you walked next to him, "been a ferrari fan forever!"

as you continued your conversation as the german driver showed you around the paddock as both of you talked about anything from racing to your sports careers to your daily lives, you couldn't help but enjoy his company though having known him for a short time as you took in the sounds of the formula 2 and 3 cars and the smell of fuel and burnt rubber.

"hey, uhm, do you wanna go for dinner after the race on sunday?" mick asked, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "i mean it's fine if you say no-"

"i'd love to," you smiled as you soon exchanged phone numbers and social media handles with each other.

observing you two in secrecy, lily and alex watched as you became comfortable around each other.

a smile spread, "they like each other, definitely," lily sighed contently. "the eyes never lie."

[ratatatastic]

"At what point in the offseason did it hit you like, 'It's back to work time.' Like very soon and back at this grind again?" "I was looking at my phone or I was at breakfast or lunch or whatever, and it was July, almost 15th and I'm like, 'Oh my gosh! I only have like two months until training camp, I should probably start doing something!' So I started slowly working out that week, I had played in the golf tournament which was an amazing time and then the next week got back to St. Louis on Monday and started my summer training so it really was only like a couple weeks after. I really only took like two weeks just like most summers but, you know, I think I wouldn't have it any other way. You got to get used to those short summers." "Is there a lasting image to—from the moment that you guys won that Cup to today that looking back go, 'Man, that was incredible!' Or the one thing that defines what the summer was?" "It's hard to beat celebrating in the room after the game with your teammates, some of the coaches, and then the trainers, and management, and you know the guys that you really go through it all year with in these walls of this room—that was super, super fun. Then all the families came in after about an hour so we got to celebrate with all of our family and friends, our loved ones and everybody. So that's a memory that will stick out forever to me. And then just like the next few days around town with the Cup like it was—I mean, it was a blur but I remember every—like it was unbelievable what was going on! Just how much fun we were having and the smiles on everybody's faces, it was truly a week long party until the end of that parade so it was incredible week." "Now with the imprint of what you've done as a team, as an organisation, to win the Cup—does a day go by where a person doesn't come up to you and say, 'Hey, man! You guys—thanks for the Cup!' and 'How are you?' and the excitement—like things that maybe a couple years ago when you arrived, no one would say a thing or know a thing." "Yeah, I would say it's pretty much a 180 from when I came a couple years ago. It's been an incredible—I don't want to say turn around because when I came here people loved hockey, they were so excited and they knew we had a good team. We were knocking on the door and we were right there but ever since winning like it's been insane! Everyday people coming up, talking about it, you know 'What was your favourite memory?' 'What was it like after?' 'What was it like going into Game 7?' Just super like excited and happy. Like want to talk hockey and just like know us. It feels like, you know, I'm sure it's how like New York Yankees feel or you know when you're playing in Canada—I've played in Canada—it's a very similar vibe right now. Like people are just so jacked up around town so just go to do it again."

Chasing the Cup (WPLG Local 10) | 10.6.24 (x)

[liaromancewriter]

Chasing Cars

Premise: It’s the first day of a new intern year, and Ethan’s patience is at an all-time low.

Book: Open Heart Characters: Ethan Ramsey, Sienna Trinh, F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: General. Fluff. Words: 975

A/N: This fic is set during Book 1, Ch 2 when Sienna tells Ethan Dr. Toussaint is looking for him. I got inspired by my new re-read and @dr-colossal-pita saying "Do it!" lol

Ethan Ramsey had just stepped off the elevator when he heard the familiar sounds of a Code Blue being called. He didn’t have a patient on this floor with severe enough complications to warrant the Code team. So, he didn’t pay any attention to it.

Mentally reviewing his to-do list, he strode towards the nurses’ station to check in on the patient he’d assigned to Valentine and Emery. He’d already had two run-ins with the former but had yet to meet Harper’s niece.

When they had worked on the emergency thoracotomy this morning, Ethan hadn’t connected the fresh-faced intern in scrubs with the Valentine whose residency application had caught his eye. It was early days, but he had high hopes for her.

If only she didn’t make him so damned nervous.

Both times they met today, something unspoken passed between them. It was unnerving for a man—an accomplished doctor—in his mid-thirties to feel this antsy about a woman, and an intern at that.

He shook his head at the unruly thoughts crowding his head. Shake it off, Ramsey.

Ethan was about to pull up the patient chart when panicked voices echoed from his patient’s room. He immediately recognized one of them and, recalling the Code Blue, rushed down the hall to ensure the interns hadn’t killed anyone.

“What the hell is going on in here, Rookie?” Ethan barked, glaring at the two interns.

“She was allergic to the antibiotics I prescribed,” Valentine explained, breathless from performing chest compressions.

Ethan, who’d been expecting a dozen feeble excuses and was ready to blast through all of them, paused at the thoughtful response.

“Well… at least you're taking responsibility. Sometimes, patients don't know about their own allergies. That’s why you always have to be cautious.”

He was surprised at how calm he sounded. Unfortunately for Valentine, it didn’t last long.

Despite the successful save, Ethan waited until Varma was gone before turning his ire back to the person who had let him down mere hours after promising they wouldn’t.

“And you…” he folded his arms across his chest and glared at Valentine, “you need to have a long, hard think about whether or not you're ready to be here. It doesn't matter that it’s your first day, or that you're still learning. Whether this girl lives or dies is on you.”

“…I know, Dr. Ramsey.”

Ethan could tell she was remorseful, but medicine was a life-or-death business. There was little room for error. The training wheels were off. He needed to make sure she understood that.

“You still have no idea what's wrong with her, and your first effort nearly killed her. This is the real world. No room for mista—”

“Hi! Dr. Ramsey? Sorry to interrupt.”

“For the love of god, what now?”

He turned at the sound of a perky voice and nearly cursed at the sight of the petite intern. She lingered awkwardly in the doorway, staring at him as if he’d sprouted horns and a pitchfork tail. Great. Now he was the ogre.

“One of the nurses told me… that one of the other interns told them… that one of the doctors said…”

“Skip to the point,” he said, impatience coloring his tone. He really hated the first day of intern year.

“Dr. Toussaint needs to see you urgently!”

Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose and mumbled under his breath, “Lord save me from interns.”

He threw Valentine a warning look. “Remember what I said, Rookie. Next time I see you, you'd better have solved this case.”

The other intern jumped out of his as he swept out of the room and stomped toward the elevator bank.

What the hell did Toussaint want? If this was about the annual charity golf tournament again, Ethan had a few choice words about where the other doctor could shove his invitation.

The elevator was crowded, and Ethan muscled his way off when it stopped at Toussaint’s floor. He marched down the quiet hallway where a few senior doctors had offices. At this time of day, most were in the clinic or department meetings.

That was fortuitous because he was not in the mood to make small talk. He was running behind, first because of the Code Blue and now this unplanned detour.

Why couldn’t the man have just emailed him or sent a page instead of dispatching an intern?

“Ramsey?” Toussaint looked up in surprise at his perfunctory rap on the half-open door. “What can I do for you? Let me guess. You changed your mind about the golf tournament?”

“No,” said Ethan, leaning against the doorjamb. “I heard you wanted to see me.”

“Not me,” said the other doctor, stepping out from behind his desk. “I’m on my way out, in fact. Are you sure they said it was me?”

Ethan thought back to the interaction on the fifth floor and the chance interruption that had cut short his blistering putdown. His eyes narrowed to blue steel. Maybe it hadn’t been a coincidence after all, but a carefully planned tactic to protect a fellow intern.

“It was an intern, so who even knows if they got it right,” Ethan muttered, raking a hand through his hair.

“Or you’ve just been hazed,” Toussaint laughed, clearly enjoying his predicament.

Rather than argue, Ethan nodded and waved goodbye.

As he waited for the elevator, the shrill beep of his pager pierced the quiet. Ethan cursed under his breath, suddenly remembering he was supposed to be at a diagnostics team meeting.

On top of everything else, Naveen was acting strange—secretive, even. What was that about?

One thing at a time, Ethan told himself. Right now, his focus had to be on his patients and ensuring the interns made it through the first day in one piece. Naveen could wait a little longer.

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[bradshawssugarbaby]

What's Your Country Song? (TGM Mixtape Series)

When you're rolling down a two-lane highway and you turn your radio on, tell me which one hits you, baby, yeah, what's your country song?

-> a collection of works I've made based off of different country songs for the TGM universe.

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Neon Moon -> You're drowning your sorrows after calling off your engagement on Valentine's Day in a Mexican restaurant in San Diego. Alongside you, Bradley Bradshaw sits at the bar, going through a similar situation.

Remind Me ✿ -> Bradley Bradshaw is one hell of an aviator. He's one of the best at what he does. You only wish the same could be said of his performance as your husband.

All-American Girl -> Bradley's every part the doting dad to your daughter Tatum, but after talking to some of the other wives on base in your mom's group, you're worried he may be hiding his true feelings about fatherhood.

Hurricane --> Bradley's regretted breaking off his relationship with you for months, but when he sees you walking into the country club after his round of golf, he knows he has to fix things.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Cowboy Casanova ✿ -> Jake always refers to himself as a cowboy. Today, you've decided to test just how far that goes.

Heads Carolina, Tails California -> When you and your friends hear Jake Seresin's beach football mixtape, you can't help but join in the game.

God, Your Mama and Me -> Coronado's picturesque beaches have been a special, integral part of your relationship with Jake, and they're about to become a whole lot more important.

Beer Never Broke My Heart -> Jake's never been lucky in love, and as a result of past failures and heartbreaks, he's resolved to not fall in love anymore. That is, until he meets one of Bob's friends.

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Forever and Ever, Amen -> Deployments are hard for you. They're even harder for Bob. He reassures you he's never going to stop loving you though.

High On Lovin' You ✿ -> Bob's been taking on the doting dad role since the birth of your daughter, but lately, you've been finding yourself more and more attracted to how he cares for her. All The Pretty Girls -> Home for a long overdue visit, Bob is dreading seeing his family again. He doesn't fit in and he'd rather just be at home. Just as he's planning his escape, he sees you.

Beau "Cyclone" Simpson

Do I? -> Beau knows he's not the most attentive husband, but when he forgets his son Dylan's baseball tournament, he makes it his mission to make it up to you both. ✿ - denotes smut/18+ content.

credit to @mamachasesmayhem for the banner + @firefly-graphics for the divider 🤍

[writingquestionsanswered]

How do I hint at a plot twist without giving it away or confusing the reader? I'm writing a novel about a pair of twins who have the exact same life, and I'm planning to reveal that they are two different people midway through; I just don't know if I can pull it off effectively.

Hinting That One Character is Actually Twins

The key to hinting at a plot twist is to plant clues that are so irrelevant seeming on the surface, the reader will just barely notice them, but will remember them enough that later--once you've made the reveal--they can look back and think of those moments and see how they were hinting at this twist all along.

In a story where one character is actually two different people, and the plot twist is that reveal, it would be super helpful if you can have tertiary characters who cross paths with both and can confuse them. For example Random Character and Twin B go to the same church but don't know each other very well. Random Character "recognizes" Twin A (thinking they're Twin B who goes to their church) and says, "I hope to see you at next week's church fundraiser!" And Twin A smiles awkwardly and is meanwhile very confused on the inside, assuming (rightly) that Random Character has just mistaken them for someone else. Then, at some other point, Twin B might meet Different Random Character at a business luncheon, and Different Random Character says, "I think we met at the Blah Corp golf tournament a few years back," and Twin B says, "No, I don't think so. I've never been to a golf tournament." And Twin B thinks nothing of it--as would the reader--because it's not that uncommon for people to mistakenly think they've met someone before even when they haven't. You could also work in a few other subtle clues, like let's say there are a few notable outfits one twin has to wear... you could always make those outfits red. And then lets say the other twin's car is described, as well as a scene where they paint their house, and let's say the twin's car is blue and they paint their house blue, then maybe someone says, "You sure do like blue!" and they can say, "It's my favorite color!" An astute reader might wonder why their notable outfit colors were red instead of blue, but it wouldn't be enough to tip them off that it's a different character.

I hope that helps!

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[niallsgoldhoop]

Chapter Six

Niall

“You think we need these?”

I tap the paper on top of my desk, looking up at the woman in front of me from under my furrowed brows.

“Yes.” Wren answers simply, crossing her arms over her chest. “Isn’t that how a business agreement works?”

“Being in a fake relationship counts as a business agreement?” A smirk pulls at the corner of my lips as I lean on my elbows. “Go on, enlighten me.

Determination flashes across her whiskey colored eyes. “If I had known you’d be so difficult I wouldn’t have ever said yes to your proposition, Niall.”

“Admit it, Wren Daniels, you need me.” Standing up and walking around my desk, my hip resting against the dark wood once I’m in front of her. “Now tell me about these rules, darling.”

“I know you’re my boss, but don’t be an ass.” She levels me with her gaze. “I’ve got enough of those in my life.”

Her words remind me of the way I found her a few days ago— alone and by herself.

She doesn’t know that I saw her and her sister sitting in the dining room of the clubhouse. Which means that she didn’t know that I saw the emotions in her face as her sister said whatever she had to say to her.

Before they were even done with their conversation I left and made my way towards the deli down the street. It was quick and easy and something that was always good so I put in an order for her and for me.

By the time I got back to the course and saw her climbing into a golf cart there was no hesitation in my mind but to follow her.

We sat there and ate mostly in silence while the sun went down below the horizon.

It was easy to tell that whatever happened with her sister wasn’t easy from the sad look behind her pretty eyes. If anything it made me want to find everyone who had ever done her wrong and talk some sense into them.

“I’m not—“ Running my hand through my hair, I let out a long sigh. “Listen, I’m not an asshole and I want to help you.”

Wren closes her eyes, long lashes fluttering against the apples of her cheeks, taking her own deep breath. “I know, I know. Sorry— This whole thing just freaks me out and it’s a lot, okay? Rules make things easier.”

Nodding, I reach behind me and grab the paper off of my desk and read over the words written out in black and white.

This stays between us.

After the wedding it’s over.

No touching.

No talking about it at work.

No kissing.

NO SEX

No spending the night.

No nicknames.

A small smile tugs on the corners of my lips at her list. “I’ll take them into consideration.”

“Consideration?!” Wren balks. “No, no, no— This is like a must, Niall.”

“You said this was a business arrangement, correct?” Still holding the paper in front of me, I look at her from under my brows and wait for her to nod. “So, since we are working together, it makes sense that I get a say as well, yeah?”

Wren rolls her tongue inside of her cheek, shifting to rest on her left foot and making her hip pop to the side. “Okay, fine.”

“Perfect.” Straightening up and making my way towards the closed door to my office. “I’ll be sure to get back with you in a timely manner.”

“But—“

Pulling open the door and stepping out into the well lit hallway, the natural light warming my back as I turn and walk backwards while looking at the stunning woman in my office.

Standing with her mouth slightly open, I send her an over exaggerated wink.

“It’s nice doing business with you, Wren Daniels.”

With that I turn on my heel and walk away with a little extra pep in my step.

Only when I get down into the lobby do I realize I’ve still got her list of rules in my hand.

Rules I plan to change.

__________

Owning a golf course is amazing.

From details as small as which font rests in the letterhead all the way to the big decisions like which golf tournaments we could host— every single one of them belonged to me.

Right now I’ve been on a call for so long that every word sounds like mumbled nonsense.

Well, at least they do when you’re not paying attention.

Me and my attention?

They’ve been focused on the sheet of paper in front of me for hours.

Wren Daniels thinks that we need an entire list of rules to get through this ‘relationship’ we’ve managed to get ourselves into. To me everything seems pretty black and white, but just looking at the list it’s easy to see that Wren does not agree with that idea.

Thomas Milburn talks about bringing another high dollar tournament to Willow Lakes, something I should be taking notes on.

Instead, golden sunlight streams through the picture window and warms my back as I reach for a felt tipped pen, uncapping it, and pressing it down to the papers in front of me.

As I try to listen and make notes, the black ink bleeds into the pages over the length of our meeting.

“Niall, are you still there?”

Raising my head up as if I’d been caught red handed, I nod. “Yeah, Yeah… I’m here.”

“So what do you think?” Thomas says. “We would be looking at bringing a few sponsors out.”

“That sounds great.” I lie knowing that nothing he said in the last hour has even mattered to me. “You’ll send the details over so we can confirm?”

“Of course. I’ll have Madison send them over and we can go from there.” He answers. “Anything else?”

Everyone else on the call gives out a varied chorus of no, the answers all turning into their own versions of goodbye as they all log off the call one by one.

“Alright, Niall… I’ll send over the details and then if you need anything else you can reach out to me. I think that this will be amazing and I can’t wait to do this with you guys.” I can hear the excitement in his voice as I nod.

“Perfect.” Smiling, I look down to the paper in front of me. “I look forward to it.”

We swiftly end the call and I manage to sit back at my desk.

Multiple pieces of paper are scattered on top of my desk, but only one of them had the freshly inked words all over it.

The random doodles that line the edges of the paper.

The coffee mark in the corner.

The rules.

Wren had written her own list of rules… But I decided to add some of my own.

Not to mention amending a few of her own.

This stays between us? And one friend.

No touching? Okay, unless other people are around.

No talking about it at work? Big line through the middle of it.

No kissing? Unless people are watching.

No sex? I didn’t know that was an option.

No spending the night? If that’s what you want… But I have snacks.

No nicknames? Okay, Birdie.

It brings a smile to my lips as ai look at my messy handwriting next to her perfectly typed list, especially the rules written underneath hers.

The rules that belong to me.

No fighting.

Go out with me twice a week.

Come with me to work events.

At least pretend you like me.

No seeing other people.

Standing up and grabbing the paper, I turn to look out over the rolling hills of the course that’s quickly become like a second home to me.

That’s when I see her standing with another person out on the veranda.

Dark hair blowing in the breeze as she laughs, a real smile on her face that makes her look so incredible stunning it could break even the strongest soldier.

Leaving my place, I leave my office and make my way to hers and leave the paper on her desk with a notecard with a date written on it.

Our first date.

But unlike the other people, I could stay strong.

I wouldn’t fall for Wren Daniels.

________

Waiting is the absolute worst.

I’ve never been patient so I guess it’s nice knowing that hasn’t changed.

However— Not knowing what you might be waiting for makes it even worse.

A week ago I left a note card on Wren’s desk, right next to a cute little disco ball, telling her exactly where to meet me.

If she wanted.

While I made my own rules to add to hers, I wouldn’t force her to go along with them if she didn’t feel like it. From what I’ve learned about her in a short amount of time it seemed like everyone made her feel forced to do everything.

Never taking the time to ask her.

Letting out a deep breath, I think about the situation we’ve put ourselves in.

The last time I was even in a serious relationship it lasted for over three years and ended with us just naturally drifting apart. Neither of us had any remorse or regrets when we broke things off, knowing that it was for the better.

Of course there’s been people I’ve casually been with since then, but nothing on the level that Wren and I were about to portray.

God, could I even fake a relationship?

For her I would have to figure it out.

There was no way that I was going to let her deal with the fallout from her family or the guy who treated her like less than she deserved. Not on my watch.

Taking care of people was just always something that came naturally to me. I would always protect the people close to me and the people that needed someone on their side.

She just happens to find herself in both of those categories now.

“Sorry— I’m late—“

Looking up, I take a deep breath as Wren drops down in the seat across from me. Her long, dark hair is wind blown no doubt from the storm that seems to be rolling in and she does her best to get it back in place.

“It’s fine. Did you make it here alright?” My eyes travel over her. “It hasn’t started storming as it?”

Shaking her head, her shoulder shimmy out of the light jacket to reveal a simple black long sleeved shirt. “No, not yet.”

“I’m glad you could make it.” Giving her a small smile, I try to overlook the weird nerves settling in my belly.

Looking up at me from her menu, her brown eyes are soft under the low lighting. “Well, considering that I barely know anything about you and we’re about to try and convince everyone we know that we’re together— I figured that I should.”

I can’t help but laugh as our waiter comes over to get a drink order from her, his eyes lingering just a little longer than they should before walking away.

“So then, tell me what I need to know about you, Wren Daniels.” Reaching for the glass of whiskey to my side, I bring it to my lips as my eyes stay on hers.

Shifting in her seat, her fingers trace small circles over the cloth covering the table at the same time that she bites her bottom lip. “There’s nothing interesting to know about me, really.”

“I think that’s a lie.” Leaning on the table and letting the whiskey tumbler dangle from my fingertips, I run my tongue along the inside of my cheek. “There’s more to you than you want people to see, but I do. I want to see you— I want to know you.”

“Um, okay.” Her gaze drops to the table, picking at a piece of lint that doesn’t exist. “When I was a teenager, I wrote fanfiction about this band member I was obsessed with.”

Watching her, I see the corners of her lips turn up at her own admission which brings a smile to my face.

Just like that, for whatever reason, we tear down a couple of walls.

Together.

—————

how do you feel about it so far????

-alex 🍀

[cozycryptidcutie]

Gravity falls mini golf episode should’ve been started out with their handmade mini golf and made up rules, drama with pacifica, Mabel gets serious about mini golf, training montage, her friends and family are all sad of the montage but Mabel is fired up, Golf tournament with Pacifica, Mabel is all serious and is actually winning, but no one else is having fun, ((in this version other ppl are also playing)) then slowly everyone else starts playing to have fun and then Mabel joins, then at the last hole Mabel freaks out bcuz it’s a tie and she’ll win if she gets like a hole in one, but then she messes up and it bounces everywhere and hits stan, pause for dramatic effect, then boom she laughs and says “yeah! A stan shot! I win!” And everyone laughs along with her, Pacifica says that’s not how that works and Mabel lost! And this and that, and then Dipper is like idk “it’s not that serious” or soemthing funnier. And then it transitions to mystery shack where Stan is having his own mini golf competition bcuz golf costs a lot of money therefore ppl would pay him a lot of money. And then it zooms in on his face in like fade to black sort of way but then after it’s black he says ow and it opens up again to him holding his face and a crowd of the kids being like “Stan shot!!!” And then it goes black. Credit scene could be like… Soos still at the other golf course maybe stuck or soemthing