#I'm so sorry I took forever to respond

[the-unending-journey]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

Aaaw thanks for sending this! <333

Anyway uh....

Well my dogs first and foremost. Idk where I'd be without those two goobers

My girlfriend, especially since I can be my completely unhinged self around her with my fandom interests, and she's also been a rock in dealing with my mental nonsense

My mom and my sister (counting them as one for family, but not saying family as a whole for reasons). Even though my sister can drive me nuts sometimes (what siblings don't though?), her and mom have been huge pillars of support in my life and I love them so much

The small handful of friends I have, especially the ones that have stuck around for years. Ily all <3333

The community here! Like yeah there's gonna be assholes no matter where you go, but it's so refreshing to see so much more friendliness and acceptance here than the toxic bullshit on Twitter

[broadwayfangirl222]

Regarding your Gideon and Bill post... I have noticed that.

It's also interesting how also... Gideon and Bill also developed an irrational hatred to the other twin. To the point of going bonkers with Dipper and Stan. I mean...

When Dipper broke up with Gideon in the name of Mabel, he tried to murder him, he also mocks his insecurities and tries to demoralize him and when he realized Dipper had the Journal 3, he tought that Dipper tried to take him for a fool.

Bill only mentions Stan twice in the book, but the second time he mentions him, he's driven bonkers. After the letters. When the reader considers what the Pines told him, Bill thinks Stan is doing it again (Since he was the last one in talking with the reader.), similar to how Gideon tought Dipper got in the way and tried to turn Mabel against him. Bill thinks that Stan tried to get in the way and turned Ford against him, notice how both were unaware that they stopped liking them, but the second, the younger twin got in the way, the villains pinned all the blame on them and also... Bill much like Dipper never gives Stan a nickname save for demoralizing him.

Compare: "That inferior copy of Sixer" to, "You're nothing without your journal!"

Also compare: "It's him again!" to "He gave Journal 3 and he's taking Journal 1 back to California!", in which they scapegoat them for everything.

Funnily enough, Dipper and Stan think low about Gideon and Bill, almost like if they were "The jerk of the week" in both cases, even Dipper almost never talks about Gideon in the Journal.

Also... a key thing: Mabel got over Gideon at the end of "The Hand That Rocks The Mabel" and only shows annoyance towards him in later episodes, while Ford is revelated that while he puts a face in front of Bill, sadly he's still afraid of him and still thinks of him as invincible and took the help of his family to finally get over him and see him as a "pathethic needy stage kid".

What do you think?

Actually yeah...That's another parallel. Bill clearly holds more of a grudge to Stan specifically and Gideon targets Dipper. If you even check the this is not a website site and type in stan's name you see how pissed off Bill is at losing to Stan (idk if this is the right order but yeah...he's still salty to say the least XD)

(also just wanna point out, he says it's SIxer's plan but if you watch the episode Stan suggests the plan of Bill going into his mind)

Tbh It's also fitting that taking Bill/Gideon down for their family, specifically their siblings, when there seems to be no hope and Bill/Gideon seems to have won is this huge sign of growth for them too:

For Dipper him standing up to Gideon shows he can do amazing things without the journals and for Stan this shows he's not the screw up loser brother like everyone for most of his life has said. It's them both finding genuine value and purpose in this big act and taking down the bad guy

Also I know people have been pointing how the fearamid and what Bill's doing there is a "love cage" But I wanna point out Mabel's bubble kinda is too

Mabel comments how she's been hearing the same song over and over and over while she's been in there

[g1rlr0b1n]

Just the concept of Jon and Damian beings childhood best friends to lovers beings me to tears cus like they've known each other since they were kids, they've grown up together, been through so much together, seen each other change as people, have disagreements, know what they like and dislike about each other, and even if they get under each other's skin sometimes they still choose to stuck with each other cus that's unconditional love right there.

Being able to be in love with your best friend is the best thing and that's what they have. Cus even if they are together romantically they're also still best friends at the end of the day and I think that's so beautiful 😭

me too anon, me too 😭💖

[iravaid]

sry if this is random but will u tell us what english au is? i remember seeing it passing re: codposting and im so curious

Hi i'm so happy you asked

English AU came about when me and @farramint started bonding over how much we hated the comics and talked about how things might look if Roba was more competent.

English AU sprouts from the concept of what would happen if Simon let the brainwashing 'work' and started complying with Roba, to an extent, as his personal attack dog. Both as a way to get the torture to stop (so he would be healthy enough in the future to escape on his own, when the opportunity arose), and to stall Roba getting bored with Simon and killing him (as, in this AU, Roba had Sparks killed, leading Simon to realise his time is limited here, and dependent on that sadist's interest in him).

It's also a fun, morbid enough exploration on how low Simon will be forced to stoop while 'working' for Roba (murder, torture and such, yknow how it is), as well as the harassment, humiliation, and torture (of all kinds) he'd have to tolerate within the Zaragoza cartel. Things like forcefully being tattooed, mocked for the sexual assault and torture he'd been subjected to, and being referred to by 'English' as opposed to his actual name. I can see Roba subtly holding Simon's family hostage (to where they don't know they're in danger), and making sure Simon knows that any step too far out of line will lead to their harm. Gripped by the idea that the first time Simon hears his brother's, or mother's, voice in months is a conversation secretly recorded between one of them, and someone Roba had planted in Manchester in order to keep tabs on them.

It also lead to the idea of Roba, in all his arrogance, seeing a weakness in Las Almas following the upheaval within the cartel causing El Sin Nombre to rise to prominence. And this spurs him to try and expand operations. One thing leads to another, and Valeria convinces 'English' to help her against Roba, in exchange for his own freedom. Roba eventually dies, Valeria and Simon are violent girlbosses in arms, and Simon is coping sooo well after the torture nexus that he's just going to brutally hunt down the remaining Zaragoza cartel lieutenants while in this tenuous alliance with El Sin Nombre, who is also unsure how much to trust this man, as well as unsure if she wants to even let him go - Simon is very good at what he does, and in all honesty he knows too much about her identity. Also extremely to draw parallels between Valeria and Rudy, but if people want to read about that lmk because that's a separate post entirely.

And it makes sense for the 141 to eventually appear, maybe somewhat faithful to the plot of MW2, with the missiles and such <3. Except now there's some ulterior motives from Price, who might be aware of the MIA SAS serviceman who got tangled up in rumours of corruption and cartels. Leading to him trying to find Simon Riley and bring him back home with this sense of duty/honour to uphold, in the wake of higher-ups failing this man.

Simon then going from one master (Roba) to another (Valeria) to another (Price) is very fun to consider, as well. Valeria giving Simon more independence than Roba ever did, with shreds of respect to stop him from rankling under her thumb as badly (but still keeping Control, at the end of the day). Price is very much a man who knows how to utilise the men under him as Weapons, and while he respects his subordinates as people (versus Roba seeing Simon as a convenient attack dog he used to make kneel naked, arms behind his back, in a wire kennel for hours on end), Price ultimately values them by their individual abilities to keep the 'bad guys' afraid of their own shadows, and to 'save' the world.

This au has everything. Alejandro-Valeria bitter divorce, competent Roba horrors, Graves is there for some reason (he explodes in the tank again), Simon slaughter hashtag girl momen with a cunty silk buttonup a (with the buzzcut no less)(and houndcoding)(and corruption. but how much is merely just building off his sas conditioning), Price's vague sense of corruption but 'for the greater good', Soap and Gaz's horror at Simon's situation in a 'this very easily could've been us' way, and Gaz gets thrown out of another helicopter.

augh this became long, i hope it makes sense. The idea is ultimately that simon gets to go home, too, and tries to readjust to a 'normal' life, reuniting with Tommy and Sharon and Beth and Joseph. But I can see Price convincing him to return to the service (he knows a lifer when he sees one, and why waste a good soldier), potentially as a private contractor with the 141.

[mvshortcut]

i need to know whether you think each member of the society goes snork mi snork mi or snork mimimimimi snork mimimimi. this is very important to my current situation

Anon I've sat on this question for a while to reflect, as I believe it is a very weighty issue that has great relevance to our world today.

Here are my opinions as of now but I welcome discussion/friendly debate and am open to changing my mind:

Nicholas Benedict: "snork mimimimimimi ... snork mimimimimi..." etc

Milligan Wetherall: dead silence interrupted intermittently by the loudest and most frightening Dad SnoreTM you've ever heard in your life.

Number Two: doesn't get a ton of sleep, but when she does, she sleeps rigid, flat on her back with arms glued straight to her sides. usually silent, but if she snores, it's "snork mi snork mi" but in a very aggressive manner. Sounds like a wild boar preparing to charge.

Rhonda Kazembe: very soft "zzzzzzzz." curls up like a cat with her hands folded under her cheek. honestly kind of cute

Miss Perumal: "Honk shoe honk shoe" but somehow makes it sounds peaceful

Kate Wetherall: "HONK SHOE HONK SHOE" (loud. not peaceful.)

Reynie Muldoon: just. the most average, normal sounding snore you've ever heard. basically, "yup, that's a snore."

Sticky Washington: usually pretty silent, but also I think it would be funny if for some reason he snores loudly whenever Constance is sleeping in the same room. She would be so mad about it and may attempt to smother him with a pillow.

Constance Contraire: deceptively cute snore. alternates between "zzzzzz" and "snork mi snork mi." Sleeps with her eyes wide open.

Martina Crowe: is she snoring or screaming at a tetherball match in her dreams? experts are unsure.

Jackson and Jilson: Jillson says "snork," Jackson responds with "mi."

SQ Pedalian: generally pretty quiet, just a soft "zzzzz" that you can only hear if you get close.

LD Curtain: okay, I'm honestly stuck on this one. I do think it would be funny for Curtain to be sprawled in his evil silk sheets in his evil silk nightgown with his evil silk sleep mask and his evil 14 silk pillows going "snork mimimimimimimi" after a long day of trying to take over the world, brainsweeping children, and terrorizing employees. On the other hand, I just have this image of SQ coming into Curtain's room one night like "dad I frew up" and he's just hit with the loudest and most frightening/undignified "SNOUGHHHUHGUHHUGHHHHH" noise ever. SQ finally wakes Curtain up after 10 minutes of violent shaking and he's just [dignified sniff] "oh. hm. what do you want." Next morning at breakfast is unbearably awkward. Neither of them ever mentions it again.

Jeffers: "snork mimimimimimi." sleeps with his beloved childhood teddy bear. (same, Jeffers. same.)

Dr. Garrison: literally somehow just says the words "Snork. Mi. Snork. Mi." in a flat tone in her sleep

+ Bonus: I know he's a book character and I answered for the show versions, but I absolutely have to include:

Moocho Brazos: the physical embodiment of "snork mimimimimimimi ... snork mimimimimi..." Wears a striped nightgown with a flowery sleeping cap with a tassel. Probably carries a candle around if he needs to wake up in the middle of the night. Fluffy bunny slippers. Definitely drinks chamomile tea every night. Canonically goes to bed at like 7/8 PM.

[icehearts]

What's a trait in others that your character can't stand? Is that because it's something they don't like in general, or do you think it's more a reflection of how they seem themselves/the world?

Yuzu is bold, hot-headed, and always ready to throw herself into the thick of things. She seems like the type who would despise cowards, right? Well, not really. If someone doesn't think they can handle a fight and would prefer to run? Fine. Call that a tactical retreat.

It's indecisiveness that really steams her. Those who can never seem to arrive at a decision, ANY decision. Someone who can't commit to any course of action for any length of time. Perpetual fence-sitters. Whether you decide to fight or decide to run, that's up to you — just make the godsdamned choice.

Ask any merchant of Ul'dah, and they'll tell you how much they love selfless customers. Anyone so eager and willing to part with their gil — especially, supposedly, for a good cause? That must be a gift from the Traders themselves. On the surface, Esca would agree. As she has ambitions that go beyond increasing profits, easily-manipulated individuals are invaluable assets.

At her core, however, Esca cannot stand selflessness. Where's your pride? Your backbone? Your self-preservation? It's disgraceful, if not downright dangerous.

And besides, she's watched too many loved ones set themselves on fire to keep others warm. Seen too many who are willing to throw themselves onto the pyre in service to some greater purpose, caring not one whit about those they leave behind. If she cares for you (or at least has a plan for you), you're going to live whether you like it or not.

When it comes to Armaia's line of work, indifference is equal to malice.

Mammet creation is a delicate endeavor. To her, they're more than just tools or machines: they're unique creations designed to enrich the lives of others. She believes that, just like humans, mammets are capable of both great and terrible things — it all depends on the will of their creators. A careless mammet engineer could lead to a malfunctioning machine, which in turn could lead to any number of unfortunate (or even lethal) accidents.

Prior to dropping out of the Studium, Armaia's worst fear came to pass: one of her mammet prototypes malfunctioned and injured some of her fellow students. She attributed this failure to a number of things: carelessness, her own ineptitude, and an overall failure to live up to the standards expected in her department. Since then, she's developed a zealous passion for her craft, often consumed by her work. Anything less than utter devotion is unacceptable.

Mirou is a pretty simple man: he loves to observe people, to study them and all their quirks and contradictions. He can be tolerant of —or even amused by — some traits that others might consider annoying or insufferable. There is one trait that he cannot stand, though, and that is pushiness. He will dig in his heels and avoid doing anything that's asked of him — even if it's in his best interest.

This is not because he delights in being contrarian. Mirou was raised in a rigid, structured environment with little allowance for deviation. Those that bent would be the ones to break. Ever since he broke away from that place, Mirou's independence will always be his first priority, sometimes to his own detriment.

[glassrunner]

me having a mental breakdown and then coming out of it just to keep posting on social media

[yuichiroswife]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌, slow & nonchalant, soon to halt at the foot of mika's bed. they belong to no other than the little killer of mississipi, who, without any words, squats low & preens to the side, only to stab those dark, dark eyes straight into mika's face.

" . . . . . . "

ohh, that poor, sweet, innocent thing.... did he really think that he could hide? the wicked lips curl at their corners, giving envy a stunningly devilish look seconds before he drops down onto his knees & crawls under the same bed.

✠ — GAMES OF CAT AND MOUSE WERE COMMON WITHIN THIS HOUSEHOLD, as were games of hide and seek, constantly moving from one hiding space to another in order to avoid detection. It was a survival instinct, something that not many people believed they would need, because honestly... why would they in this day and age — everything was practically handed to them on a silver platter, especially if one so happened to be privileged. Mikaela had never been one of said privileged people. Thus why he was continuously moved from area to area within the old house, light steps taken as quickly as they possibly could be without making so much as a single sound, all so he wouldn't alert the other to his presence, because if he were going to survive... he would have to think and move just as the little killer would. He had managed to survive as long as he had using those principals, but even he had to admit that despite being with Envy for as long as he had been, Mikaela still had yet to fully comprehend the raven's way of thinking.

✠ — Hence why he found himself falling back into his old habits, CHILDISH HABITS FROM THE DAYS OF HIS YOUTH — back when he believed the space under his bed was a safe haven from his father's alcohol induced beatings — quietly lowering himself down onto his knees until his entire body was laid flat against the old floorboards, carefully shifting as he began to slide himself underneath said bed. He remained completely silent, perhaps so much so to the point that a normal human being would believe that he was nothing but a corpse underneath the bed, but alas... Envy was no normal human being. He was something else entirely. Sapphire irises stared out from within the darkness, listening... watching... waiting to see where the other would approach from — that way he could make another quick escape to yet another room within this god forsaken house — but instead he entered the very bedroom Mikaela had been hiding in (simply standing there as if he already knew). The game was surely through.

✠ — THERE'S A LOUD THUD THAT COMES FROM THE WEIGHT OF THE LITTLE KILLER'S BODY WHEN HE DROPS DOWN ONTO HIS KNEES IN FRONT OF MIKAELA'S BED, the smile that takes over the taller male's features is enough to surely strike fear into the hearts of many, but Mikaela was not one of those many — especially not after being with the other for so very long. "I suppose that this means I failed our game of cat and mouse again, huh?" The words come forth from slightly pursed lips, followed by a very small sigh. "I really don't think that I'll ever be able to—" He doesn't have the chance to finish his sentence before Envy all but pushes himself underneath the bed with the small blonde, causing their bodies to somewhat press against one another, surely being more than enough to cause a faint shade of color to take over the smaller's features. "H... Hey, you're too big to fit under here with me. We're gonna get stuck under here if you try to get any closer." In truth, he didn't mind being this close to the other, in fact... he probably enjoyed it a little too much. Really though. how was he supposed to get out if Envy was blocking the way? Sometimes Envy really could remind him of an overly playful and mischievous child.

[poguescameraroll]

Let's play a game: I give you 3 pair-ups and you tell me what types of scenes they would have together in season 3.

1. Big John & Sarah

2. Rose & Rafe

3. Wheezie & Rafe

idk if i can ever guess what the boat show is gonna do but let's give it a whirl

1.) Big John & Sarah: I think this depends on how they characterize Big John. So far, we don't know anything about him other than the idolized version John B remembers. He was canonically not a great dad, but I don't know what type of guy they are going to make him. Is he a good guy in a shit situation? In that case, I think his scenes with Sarah would lean more toward bonding, him giving advice, her getting to know him as her father in law (lmao). I think they might shy away from the nice guy schtick, and maybe make Big John almost a bad guy - not evil like Ward, but definitely only out for his own good. the fact that he hasn't told John B he's alive is a sign he might not be the best guy. In that case, I think we might see Sarah snap at him, out of protectiveness for John B. Maybe even a "do you have any idea how special your son is" parallel for Jarah B. I think this really depends on how they characterize Big John, and I just have no idea how to read it right now.

2.) Rafe & Rose: they are, like, shockingly similar in a lot of ways, actually. Rose isn't a murderer like Rafe, obviously, but when you get down to the motivations behind the more fucked up stuff they both do, it's the same shit: protecting Ward & their family & above all else, themselves. They banded together at the end of S2 for survival, but I'm very very interested in what that looks like as a dynamic after the survival period is over. I think we'll see their truce end and more tense scenes - Rose is clearly scared of Rafe and Rafe is personally offended when people call him out on his psycho behavior. They'll also be vying for the title of Ward's Most Trusted Confidante so... I can see this playing out as a compelling rivalry.

3.) Wheezie & Rafe: Wheezie should just kick Rafe in the balls. i'm not kidding but also, more seriously, Wheezie is pretty blind to Rafe's murdery side, so I think it'll be interesting to see what she does when it all comes to light. She's kept so much in the dark, I can only imagine she'll have a breakdown when she realizes the truth. I think we might see a moment from her where she's like "how could you" and rafe tries to give her the same spiel he gave Sarah. I also just lowkey want Wheezie in more scenes with the pogues, I think she's a comedic element the show has been underutilizing

[gumpistol]

@chillin-at-partys-bar, benn beckman, said: The tired adult looks over Luffy. "Make good choices." Lucky for all, Benn Beckman has plenty of experience when that request is met by 'I thought about it the answer is no.'

    ❝ huh?? what's that supposed to mean?! ❞ attention snaps up to the man and dark brows immediately scrunch up. luffy's cheeks drop into a confused frown, then puff out when his mouth presses into a firm line. but just as he does so, the boy winces. a small hand flies up on instinct to cup at a fresh bandage beneath watery eye.

    ❝ make good choices ... ❞ he repeats, mumbling through pouting lips. ❝ i always make good choices. ❞

unprompted. // always accepting

[hyaciiintho]

🌸｡*ﾟ+. @gremlin-of-the-wilds || continued

Gradually did the Miqo'te relax in his posture, shoulders dropping from their previously TENSE position, carmine gaze briefly eying the skeletal appendage that had now been discarded. It would seem the other truly didn't mean any harm, though it would be a lie to say that their prior brutality hadn't shaken him some. Wherever this... HYRULE was, it surely housed a rare breed of people keen on survival.

"I'm afraid I am... unfamiliar with your homeland. Forgive me." G'raha responded kindly, expression apologetic, if not glimmering with just a bit more interest. "It must surely be quite a ways away from here. I've studied many a map of various regions and can't recall having ever seen a mention of this... Hyrule of yours."

Even if the stranger did appear to be of... Elezen (or Elvish) nature, it was plain as day how the races DIFFERED from one another. The young man before him was no where near the height of an Elezen, nor did his features express any striking sharpness to them that would resemble the very trees of the forests. No, this man was certainly more... well, shorter, his features ROUNDER and softer.

Perhaps a distant relative to the Elezen bloodline? G'raha would have to look into it further, someday soon. For now, he focused more on the present.

"Pray, if you don't mind my asking, what brings you here, to Eorzea?" Gently did he ask, tail swishing in curiosity all the while, EAGER over the potential of learning something new.

[heavens-rule]

So you're the dusty old teddy bear big brother loves so much~? ( i need them to interact but i got nothing else to say im sorry XDD ) i wonder what your blood tastes like~

☭ — OF COURSE THE FIRST THING OUT OF THIS DEMON’S MOUTH WAS THAT INSUFFERABLE NICKNAME SHIKAMA DOJI HAD GIVEN HIM OUT OF THE BLUE ONE DAY, which only made it evident that this must be the latter’s younger brother, Lucifer. As if he needed to deal with yet another demon. He could already feel the headache he knew he was going to get forming within his temples, right hand raising just high enough for him to press his fingers against the bridge of his nose, giving it a slight pinch in the process, only to be followed by a very audible sigh of irritation. Surely he wouldn’t be able to simply ignore the demon, no matter how much he desperately desired to do so, thus why he instead chose to just deal with him directly.

☭ — At least until he hear the other remark the demon had made about his blood, ONLY SERVING TO CAUSE A VERY PROMINENT VEIN TO PROTRUDE FROM THE OLDER MAN’S FOREHEAD. Demons were only ever good for one thing and one thing alone, enhancing a human’s battle prowess and being placed into Cursed Gears weapons to vanquish vampires, nothing more. Other than that, they were nothing but a hindrance, especially when all they wanted to do was consume one’s desires or drink their blood.

☭ — “Do not address me with that horrendous nickname your elder brother branded me with. One, we aren’t close enough for such things, and two, I never agreed to be called such a thing to begin with.” HIS VOICE COMES FORTH IN A LOW YET CLEARLY IRRITATED TONE OF VOICE WHEN HE FINALLY DECIDES TO SPEAK, “As for my blood, that’s not something you need to concern yourself with, given how you will never have any of it to begin with. Now, do me a favor and go away. I’m a very busy man.”

[rafecameronssl4t]

I LOVED the “Who invited you?” one, so i was thinking… maybe a Thornton!reader x season 3!rafe, where Rafe and reader are secretly dating and reader tells about it to sofia, not knowing she had a crush on Rafe, so she tells everything to Topper

Stay in your lane || Rafe Cameron x Thornton!reader

A/n: so sorry this took me forever to reply to but hope you like it!!! added my own little twist in the end reminder that requests are open!!!!

Warnings: mentions of smoking, suggestive content, if theres anything else, lmk!

Word count: 1,884

MASTERLIST (rafe x thornton!reader au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

As you step into the country club, the cool air conditioning providing instant relief from the summer heat, you're greeted by a familiar face. "Hey," Sofia's voice carries a warm, welcoming tone as she catches your attention. Her honey-coloured hair is pulled back into a neat ponytail, and she looks every bit the part in her crisp, white polo shirt.

"Sofia, right?" you say with a smile, sliding your sunglasses up onto your head. She nods with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling. "That's me! And you're Y/n, Topper's sister," she says confidently, her gaze lingering on you for a moment as if to commit your face to memory.

"Yeah, that's right," you reply, your tone light and friendly as you confirm her guess. "Can I get you a table?" she offers, her hand subtly gesturing towards the dining area where groups of people are already seated, enjoying their meals and conversations.

You shake your head gently, your smile widening. "Oh no, I'm here with someone," you explain, a hint of warmth in your voice. Sofia's expression shifts as her lips form a small 'o' of understanding. "Well, enjoy!" she responds, her smile returning, though there's a hint of something else in her eyes—curiosity, perhaps, or intrigue.

You reciprocate her smile, offering a small wave before you turn to walk away. As you move towards the back of the club, you can feel Sofia's gaze following you, her attention unwavering until you disappear from sight.

~

Sofia stepped into the secluded section of the country club, balancing a tray of drinks with practiced ease. The chatter of the main dining area faded behind her as she ventured deeper into the quieter, more exclusive part of the club. As she approached the table, she quickly recognised you sitting there, and a curl of smoke caught her eye, obscuring the person seated across from you.

"Iced tea and a Westbrook?" Sofia announced as she drew closer, her voice steady. But as she placed the drinks on the table, her eyes widened in surprise as she finally saw who you were with—Rafe Cameron, his presence unmistakable.

“Thanks, Sof,” you responded warmly, your smile reaching your eyes as you accepted the glass of iced tea from the tray. Sofia’s attention drifted towards Rafe, who sat across from you with an air of nonchalance. He casually exhaled a cloud of cigarette smoke, his intense blue eyes never leaving you as he flicked the ashes into the nearby ashtray.

His gaze was unwavering, almost possessive, as he watched you, barely sparing Sofia a glance. It was clear that his focus was entirely on you, as if the rest of the world, including Sofia, simply didn’t exist in that moment. The casual way he leaned back in his chair, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, contrasted sharply with the tension in Sofia’s chest.

"Y-you're welcome," Sofia stammered, caught off guard by the sight of the two of you together. She quickly realised that her surprise was showing, and she forced a polite smile before retreating, her mind racing as she walked away, the image of you and Rafe together lingering in her thoughts.

~

As Sofia made her way outside, she hauled the heavy bags of rubbish towards the bins at the back of the country club. Her thoughts were preoccupied, replaying the scene she had witnessed earlier of you with Rafe. The image of the two of you together lingered in her mind, stirring a mix of emotions she couldn’t quite pin down.

Lost in these thoughts, something in the parking lot suddenly caught her attention—Rafe Cameron’s truck parked in the parking lot. Her steps faltered as she saw you step down from the passenger side, a playful smile on your lips as you tugged your dress back into place.

Sofia’s heart raced, and without thinking, she ducked behind a nearby tree, hoping to remain unnoticed. Peeking out from her hiding spot, she watched as Rafe emerged from the car, his confident smirk evident even from a distance.

He moved towards you with a casual grace, his hand trailing down your back before giving your ass a light, possessive squeeze. The gesture was intimate, familiar, as if this wasn't the first time he'd done it. Then, Rafe leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that seemed to linger just a little too long.

Sofia could feel her chest tighten as she observed the scene, her mind reeling from the implications. She watched as he then walked you to your Porsche, his hand resting on the small of your back, guiding you with ease.

He opened the driver's door for you, the gesture almost gentlemanly, before leaning in for one last kiss. The way you smiled at him before driving off sent a pang of something unidentifiable through Sofia’s chest—jealousy? Surprise? Disbelief? Maybe all three.

As your car disappeared from view, Sofia’s eyes remained glued to Rafe. Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly turned his head in her direction, as if sensing her presence. Panic surged through her as she let out a quiet gasp, instinctively slapping a hand over her mouth and pressing herself harder against the rough bark of the tree.

She remained frozen, barely daring to breathe, until she heard the roar of Rafe’s engine as he sped off. Only then did she dare to move, her heart pounding in her chest. Of course, you and Rafe were together. The thought settled heavily in her mind, the pieces of the puzzle clicking into place. It was almost expected, yet seeing it with her own eyes was something else entirely.

~

"Hey, Sof," you greet her with a warm smile as you walk up to the bar and take a seat. Sofia returns the smile, but there's a slight tension in her expression, a tightness that you don't seem to notice. "Hey, what can I get you?" she asks, her voice pleasant but lacking its usual warmth.

"An iced tea will be fine, thanks," you reply, settling into your seat. Sofia nods and begins preparing your drink. As she works, your phone buzzes, drawing your attention. Sofia can't help but eavesdrop as you answer it. "Hey," you say into the phone, your lips curving into a smile as you listen to the person on the other end.

"Yeah, 1 p.m. is fine." Sofia continues making your iced tea, her curiosity piqued, wondering who you're talking to. When the call ends, you smile at Sofia, who quickly averts her eyes, focusing on placing a straw into your glass before pushing it across the bar towards you.

"Thank you," you say, taking a sip of the iced tea. You then pick up your phone again, your fingers tapping away as another smile forms on your lips, seemingly in response to a message. Sofia, now cleaning some glasses nearby, can't hold back her curiosity any longer.

"So… you and Rafe, huh?" she asks, her tone laced with subtle intrigue as she glances over at you. You look up from your phone, a light giggle escaping your lips. "Yeah?" you respond, a bit amused by her question. Sofia purses her lips, nodding as she tries to process this new information, a flutter of jealousy stirring in her chest.

"I didn't know you guys were dating," she continues, her voice careful, as if trying to gauge your reaction. You hum softly, playing with the straw in your glass. "Between you and me, we were friends with benefits for a while before he asked me out properly," you admit with a small, almost secretive smile.

Sofia nods, doing her best to hide her surprise, but there's a flicker of something in her eyes—disbelief, maybe even a touch of envy that she quickly tries to suppress. Her mind races, wondering how she missed the signs, and why the thought of you with Rafe unsettles her so much.

"Does Topper know?" she asks, her tone slightly more pointed as she looks at you. Your eyes snap to hers, and for a moment, the air between you feels charged with something unspoken, a tension that Sofia struggles to ignore.

"No, he doesn't know yet. We'll tell him soon enough, though," you reply, your voice steady. "Right now, he just thinks we're really good friends." Sofia hums in response, trying to mask the pang of jealousy as she watches you return to your phone, clearly engrossed in your conversation with Rafe.

You finish your drink and stand up, offering Sofia a warm smile. "Thanks for the drink, it was so good," you say sincerely before turning and walking off, leaving Sofia standing behind the bar, her thoughts racing as she watches you disappear from view.

~

When Sofia caught sight of Topper and Rafe walking into the country club, her heart began to race, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety flooding her system. The two of them made an imposing pair, effortlessly commanding attention as they approached the bar.

Sofia's gaze followed their every step, her pulse quickening when Rafe’s eyes met hers. He held her gaze for a brief moment before leaning in to whisper something to Topper. Without a word, Rafe then turned and walked outside, leaving Topper alone at the bar.

"Just my usual, thanks. Make it two," Topper said, leaning casually against the polished wood. His tone was indifferent, his eyes lazily scanning the room as if the bar and its staff were just another part of the scenery. Sofia nodded, accustomed to his detached manner, and began preparing the drinks.

As she worked, she stole a glance at Topper, feeling a sudden surge of boldness. Clearing her throat, she decided to speak up. "Y/N's not joining the two of you tonight?" she asked, her voice steady despite the nerves bubbling underneath.

Topper’s attention snapped back to her, his brows knitting together in mild confusion. A dry chuckle escaped his lips, the sound laced with a hint of amusement. "And what makes you think my little sister should be here with us?" he asked, his tone edged with curiosity as he watched her skillfully mix the drinks.

Sofia felt her confidence grow, fueled by the moment and the subtle power shift she sensed. She met his gaze head-on, refusing to be intimidated. "I'm not sure, I just thought she'd join you guys since she and Rafe are a couple now," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant as she shrugged her shoulders.

For a brief second, Topper went silent, and Sofia braced herself for his reaction. She expected surprise, maybe even a flash of anger or disbelief. But instead, Topper's response was cold and indifferent, his expression unreadable. "Don't see why that concerns you, Sofia," he said, his eyes drifting towards the view outside, his interest in the conversation fading as quickly as it had sparked.

Sofia's eyes widened, not prepared for his dismissive tone. "Oh, no—I was just wondering—" she stammered, her initial confidence rapidly dissolving under his gaze. Topper’s stare sharpened, cutting her off before she could finish. "I think you forget yourself sometimes," he said, his voice chillingly calm.

"Just because you work here in Figure 8, it doesn't give you the right to go sticking your nose in our business, yeah? So stay in your lane," He grabbed the glasses she had just finished preparing, his hand steady, his demeanor cold.

With that, he walked off without another glance, leaving Sofia standing there, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She hadn’t expected Topper to speak to her like that—so harshly, so dismissively. The words stung, lingering in the air long after he had disappeared, and Sofia was left alone.

[marikmizuki]

you made me a piece of art some time ago and i just wanted to let you know that its been my desktop background for more than a year now and i get so happy whenever i look at it. youre an incredible artist. thank you.

[webbedphantom]

"(Nah, you're good.)" He interjected offhandedly. "(Today is mostly for review. The more serious stuff is next week.)"

He was a little taken aback by their banter, but after a moment it made him smile. He'd always wondered what it'd be like to have siblings, being an only child and all. So seeing this was kinda giving him a window into what that would be like.

It also coincidentally distracted him from putting too much thought into what she could've told him that would make her so embarrassed. Even his ignorant mind could've put together the pieces at that point... eventually, anyway-

"(Yeah-)" He replied, his tone having a hint of a laugh that he was trying to stuff down. "(-I'm still here. Whatcha got for me?)"

He was... somewhat surprised by the shift in tone. But also kinda touched as well. He could tell how much he genuinely cared for his sister, and wanted to do right by her.

"(I get what you're saying. Honestly, I can't imagine I'd do much different in your shoes-)"

"(I'll watch her back, Jack. You have my word.)"

"(Oh, so you've heard of me!)" Jack sounded pleased on the other end. "(All good things, I hope? Haha, I kid, I kid. Sorry for interrupting your study sesh, by the way. I was surprised to hear Sylvia made a friend who could speak English so soon after transferring into Japan, but I'm glad to hear things seem to be going well. Aaron, right? Sylv's told me a lot about you.)"

"(P-please don't tease me, Jack. I didn't say that much.)"

Her brother paused, although she could hear the slight snicker in his chuckle. "(So... I shouldn't tell him about--)"

"(STOP STOP STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP--)"

"(--how excited you've been to see him, or how lucky you are to have an English-speaking friend? What, did you really think I'd say something bad?)" Jack was fully laughing now. "(Sorry, sorry-- I just had to poke fun a little, or else I'm failing in my duty as big brother.)"

Sylvia, fully red-faced, groaned into her free hand and grumbled, pouting. "(I'm hanging up.)"

"(Wait, wait, wait! No, don't go yet! I'm sorry for teasing you! I do wanna say one important thing, please don't hang up yet!)"

She sighed. "(Don't be embarrassing.)"

"(I promise I won't be embarrassing.)"

"(...alright.)"

"(Thanks. Hey Aaron, you're listening, right? My sister is really precious to me. We've been through a lot together, and this is our first time being this far away from each other, so naturally I'm worried about her. I know people don't normally say this stuff to friends you've just met, but... well, call me a hoverer or whatever; I'm just nervous that there aren't a lot of resources she can make use of, and that's a pretty lonesome feeling, because it makes you feel like no one's backing you up. So, uh. Sorry if it sounds mega-cheesed or whatever, I kinda feel silly saying it myself... but just keep an eye on her for me, wouldja? Since I can't do it myself, I have to ask you.)"

Sylvia hid her face in embarrassment, but she didn't ask her brother to stop. Hopefully he'd gotten to say everything he needed to.

[forsworned]

I just got a great idea. Imagine the teenage dirt bag trend with 141, where reader is chill and laid back, and as 141 and reader are in the break room, gaz or soap ask reader about her life before the military and she just goes to her office to get some photos of her and her friends in their teens, smoking weed and in some she has some sick piercings and a skater, or maybe even a motorcycle. I don't even know. I'm just rambling. You can write it if you want but if you don't want to then feel free to ignore me 🫶🏼🙆🏻‍♀️

author's note: and a great idea you have indeed :) i gotchuuu and im so sorry this took me forever to get to

tags: poly 141 antics, cheeky banter, and a lil flirting with the boys ;)

Breakfast is a fan favorite amongst the 141, especially when it involves the sweet and savory aroma of coffee, pancakes, eggs, and your famous potato hash—a dish that's practically a cult fave within the team. As you settle in your seat between Johnny and Kyle with your coffee mug in your hand, the group is chatting about their former glory days before they joined the military.

Johnny nudges you with a playful smirk, still noshing on a piece of toast. "So, hen, ye look like ye had a bit of a wild streak back in the day, aye? Bet ye were a right wee devil." His tone is teasing, laced with curiosity as his cerulean gaze lingers on you.

You roll your eyes at him, but before you can respond, Kyle chimes in, his tone equally teasing, "Yeah, you look like the type who got up to all sorts of dodgy stuff. Proper troublemaker, I reckon. C'mon love, spill the beans." He nudges with a grin.

Price looks over his newspaper at double trouble across the table, before turning the page, causing you to chuckle. "Well," you fish out your phone from your pocket and everyone leans forward in their seats as you scroll through your camera roll. You stop at an album and tap on it before rotating the screen to face them and they can't help the excited noises that leave their mouths.

"No way!" Johnny exclaims, his grin widens as he spots a photo of you leaning against a cherry red muscle car. "Is that a 1967 Chevrolet Camaro!?" Kyle chirps, taking your phone from you and you laugh at their reactions. That gets Price's attention and he leans over to get a gander of the rebellious glint in your eye and the streaks of red fashioned into your hair.

"Christ," He beams down at the photo and then up at you. "looks like you were quite the rebel, eh? No wonder these two pillocks won't stop botherin' ya."

Kyle lets out a whistle as he swipes to the next photo, showcasing you with a cigarette hanging between your lips, clad in a skimpy bikini, leaning against your palms on a beach on a sunlit beach with the sunset casting a tangerine glow. "Cheeky."

Johnny's eyes ream at the photo, taking you in your exposed form. "Aye, look at ye!" His cheeks flush as he tilts his head, peeking up at you. "I gotta give it ya, lassie, yer quite the stunner."

"And still are." Price adds, raising his eyebrows at you. You fluster at his kind words, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Thank you,"

"Oi! Look at this one!" Johnny points to the screen again, having a good laugh. You lean into Kyle and giggle at the photo. Grin as wide as your face with an alligator's jaw clamped shut between your hands. "That cannot be real!"

"It's really not as wild as it looks. I was on vacation in Florida, and a local wildlife park had this little show where they let you hold and pose with a baby alligator. They made sure everything was safe and supervised. Super fun."

Price cocks an amused brow at you, sipping his coffee. "Baby alligator, eh? You're quite the thrill seeker."

"Yeahhh, not much has changed." Kyle ribs and the others laugh. It's true though. You were actively pursuing that adrenaline rush, so it didn't come as much of a surprise to them, especially not Simon.

As the laughter dies down, Simon, who was quietly enjoying his tea and observing the situation unfold finally speaks up, "You lot are gettin' too chuffed over this, but I gotta admit..." He leans back, his dark eyes fixate on you and you can't help but take notice of how his mask is scrunched up under his nose, revealing the pale pink of his lips. "Never quite pegged you for a lil rascal. Bet you gave your folks a right headache."

He prods the phone out of Johnny's hand and takes a look at the other photos they were scrolling through and softly snorting at what looks like an image of you on stage, strumming at a guitar and singing your heart out. "But I reckon that's what makes you fit in so will with these bunch of nutters." His lips quirk into a faint smile as he hands you back your phone and goes back to munching on his eggs. "Ain't it always the quiet ones you gotta watch out for?"

Your cheeks blossom with warmth at his comment and the cute little smile that adorns his handsome face. "Well, I didn't think I was all that quiet." You poke your tongue in your cheek, gently prying the phone out of his hands.

His finger seems to biff at your screen as it clatters out of your grasp because his onyx eyes widen at the photo. Skin exposed, revealing the ink that embellishes your lower left hip in delicate, intricate patterns as you're posing sexy for the camera. Your heart plunges to your ass at the realization of it not being in your hidden album.

"Oh—that's, uhhh" You stammer swiftly, locking your phone and shoving it back into your pocket. Your tongue swipes at your lips as you avert your gaze, but Simon takes note of how you nervously twiddle with the spoon as it clatters against the walls of your mug.

Simon's eyes linger on you for a moment longer before he returns to his tea, "well, well, well..."

The rest of the team is still buzzing with the excitement of your heydays as they detect the slight change in atmosphere.

"Oi, what's all of this about, then?" Johnny asks with a mouth full of food. "Give us the scoop!"

But the Scotsman is getting scolded by Price and Kyle for not keeping his mouth shut while he eats. A sheepish smile adorns his lips, rubbing the back of his neck as he apologizes. Simon chuckles, and shakes his head, "Nothin' worth spillin', Johnny. Just a bit of a laugh."

Of course that earns some groans from them, but you can't help but bite your bottom lip and grin when Simon gives you a knowing look. Some secrets are best kept between friends.

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