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thiswaytwoinfinity · 7 months ago

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it’s a bad idea, right? - part 1: can’t two people reconnect

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x reader • inspired by sleeping with other people

Warnings: no use of y/n or physical description of reader except they have hair that can be tucked behind their ears, implied smut, this chapter is fine but future installments will be 18+

It’s finally here! Thank you to everyone for being so supportive and patient about this fic; I was dealing with some rough personal stuff and lost all my inspiration but it’s back now and I’m happy to be writing about everyone’s favorite cocky flyboy.

There’s something about a sticky summer night when you’re 22 that makes you feel more alive than you’ve ever been.

It’s the third bar that your new roommates have dragged you to tonight, there’s a cocktail sweating in your hand and the bass from the stereo thudding through your head. You’re not sure if the grin on your face is from the watching all of the wannabe cowboys go flying off the mechanical bull in mere milliseconds or from the possibilities of newfound adulthood laid out in front of you. In this moment, it’s hard to imagine that you were ever scared about moving halfway across the country — away from your family, your hometown and your high school sweetheart who always thought you’d move home after college — to Austin.

In this moment, you feel free. You feel invincible. You feel like this is a night you’ll remember for the rest of your life.

“Okay, the bar is a madhouse but I managed to get another round!” Anna shouts as she makes her way back to the table, tossing her long dark hair behind her before plopping the tray of shots down in front of you and your new friends. “And there’s a new rule!”

Everyone groans in unison; Anna loves to make up drinking games, handing out shots and beers with a new rule or bet that is guaranteed to leave someone embarrassed before the night’s over.

“Oh, stop. Shit like this is how we become lifelong best friends, trust me, I read about it online,” she fires back, rolling her eyes and handing shots to you and the three other girls at the table before taking one in hand. “It’s simple. Last one to finish their shot has to ride the mechanical bull.”

“Bitch, are you trying to kill us?” Erin asks, shooting a sideways glance at Katie, who’s eyeing up her shot glass like she’s trying to strategize the best way to drink it. The two of them are sisters — “Irish twins, it’s a whole thing,” Erin explained when you first moved in — are hyper-competitive and curse like sailors. You loved them instantly.

Your tiny hope of not being the one to end up on the bull dies when you look over at Taylor, who managed to throw back her tequila when nobody was watching. “What?!” she asks, curls bobbing in the bun on top of her head as she takes in everyone’s looks of confusion and frustration. “Anna never said we had to start at the same time.”

It’s like a starting pistol went off at the end of her sentence because before you know it, Erin and Katie are both biting into limes while Anna is swallowing down the liquor with a grimace. Shit.

You do your best to catch up but it’s too late. You, the girl who grew up nowhere near Texas and have never actually seen a bull in real life, are going to have to ride one in front of this entire bar.

Years later you won’t remember the details of the bet, how your friends whooped and hollered as you made your way over to the bull with shaky knees or how the operator took pity on you when you immediately slid off and offered you a second try. The song that was playing is lost to time, as is the actual feeling of riding the bull for a whole half second.

What you will remember, though, is sliding across the tarp to rest right by a group of athletic looking guys and the strong, tan hand that reached down to help you stand up.

You’ll remember the backwards Longhorns cap on his head, the way his green eyes flashed with amusement and the blinding white of his smile as he helped you to your feet, hand lingering just a moment too long in yours. You’ll remember the way it felt like someone had set off fireworks inside of you, fingers tingling where they touched his skin and your stomach swooping like you were on a roller coaster.

You’ll remember exactly what he said to you: “Well, that was definitely the most entertaining attempt of the night.”

You giggled, a little dazed by his chiseled features, by the way he seemed to only see you in that moment, by the force of his charisma.

“I’m Jake. What’s your name, beautiful?”

For a Thursday night, the Hard Deck was surprisingly packed.

The Daggers had managed to claim their usual spot by the pool table, but despite their cramped quarters they practically had to shout over the sounds of drunken sailors and the oldies blasting out of the jukebox to be heard. The table next to Bob was crowded with beer bottles, the bespectacled WSO having waved off Penny when she stopped by to clear them, promising the group would clean up after themselves. Natasha and Bradley were in the middle of some kind of dumb darts competition, being heckled by Bob and a tipsy Rueben, who had his arm slung around the former’s shoulders for balance.

Jake took in the scenery, smug grin on his face, before sinking his final pool ball with a flourish.

“And that’s game, gentlemen,” he said, turning to Javy and Mickey, who were shaking their heads with frustration.

“Can’t believe I let you talk me into betting against him,” Mickey sighed, shuffling through his wallet for a $20 bill. Javy just shrugged and threw a playful punch against his friend’s shoulder, before asking for a rematch.

“Let that be a lesson, Fanboy,” Jake chuckled, making a big show of examining the bill before pocketing it. “Never bet against Jake Seresin. They call me a golden boy for a reason.”

“Who’s ‘they?’ Everyone we know just calls you a dick,” Nat called out, making her way back to the table for her drink. Taking a look at the chaos on the table, she rolled her eyes before starting to gather up a handful of empty bottles. “C’mon, Fanboy. Help me clear some of these and I’ll buy you a beer to drown your sorrows in.”

He ran over to help, allowing Javy to slide over to Jake and elbow his buddy in the side.

“10 o’clock, there’s a whole table of pretty ladies. The blonde’s had her eye on you all night and her friend with the locs is crazy hot,” he murmured, as Jake took a subtle look over at the table in question. 5 or 6 women were crammed into a booth, and judging by the tiara on one of their heads, they were out celebrating a birthday. “Wingman?” the younger aviator asked, holding out his fist for Jake to bump it.

For a half second, he contemplated turning his best friend down.

It wasn’t like Jake wasn’t attracted to the blonde, who was, indeed making eyes at him from across the room. She was exactly his type, all bright smiles and smokey bedroom eyes, her curves and long legs poured into tight jeans. She had an air of confidence that made it clear she knew just how hot she was.

He knew that if he strolled over and gave her his best All-American smile and some of that Southern charm, he could probably win her over. They’d flirt and dance a bit and then he’d drive them back to one of their places, have some decent-to-excellent sex and he’d be asleep shortly after midnight.

It seemed fun. It seemed obvious. It seemed, quite honestly, a little boring to him.

Maybe it was because he turned 35 a few months ago and the idea of going home to his own bed after a night out was starting to seem more and more appealing to him. Maybe it was because he spent so much time trying to convince his fellow Daggers that he wasn’t a complete asshole that he didn’t want to risk them changing their minds again.

Or maybe he was just a little jealous.

Jake would see the way Rueben’s face lit up when he talked about his wife, how he would brag about every milestone his 3-year-old daughter was reaching. He felt awkward about his lack of wedding knowledge when a pink-eared Bob would ask the squad for their opinion on something for his upcoming nuptials. He’d try to ignore the weird sinking feeling in his stomach when he’d overhead Nat and Mickey picking out a restaurant for their weekly brunch double date with their respective girlfriends.

And despite the fact that he had spent most of his adult life doing whatever he could to avoid those kinds of situations, now he was starting to wonder if maybe … maybe he’d be a little happier if he had been able to settle down with someone of his own.

Oof. That thought made Jake’s chest tighten uncomfortably. So he pushed it down, smiled as wide as he could and first bumped Javy. “Wingmen for life, Coyote. Lead the way.”

If you had to spend one more minute squeezed up against this bar, wedged between a couple aggressively making out and a trio of rowdy Navy men who were trying to sing along to Queen, you were going to scream.

“Just come for a drink or two. This place is super chill for a Navy bar, I promise,” you muttered darkly under your breath, repeating the words your friend and new coworker had used to convince you to come out tonight.

Between a frantic weekend spent unpacking all of your belongings into your new studio apartment and a very long first week at your new job, all you had wanted to do was bury yourself under a blanket and watch Real Housewives until your brain melted out of your ears.

But you were trying to be more social. You wanted to focus more on your friendships. Do things that were good for you. That was the whole point of this move.

So instead, you were leaning so far over the bar top that you could feel the edge digging into your ribs, shouting a drink order at the (admittedly, very sweet and slightly overwhelmed) bartender. She had just placed the two beers and margarita you had asked for down in front of you when another hand appeared and tried to snatch them up.

“Hey!” you yelled, tossing the bills in your hand onto the bar as you reached up to catch the offender by the wrist before they made off with your hard-won drinks. “Asshole! Drop them, those are my beers! What the fuck?”

You swiped up the cocktail with your free hand, lest it meet the same fate and turned around to see what kind of absolute monster thought they had the right to steal drinks.

Annoyingly, he was beautiful.

Tall and broad, with sun-kissed skin and a blindingly-white smile, which held a hint of sheepishness as he realized that he had been caught red handed. There was something familiar about the way he ducked his head a little, before peering at you from beneath his eyelashes.

“Sorry about that, ma’am. I thought those were mine. Didn’t mean to steal from you,” his low, twangy drawl went right through you, settling warm and comfortingly in your stomach. “I’d offer to buy you a drink to make it up to you, but, well …”

Texas. That’s where that accent is from, you thought, instantly being transported back to your nursing school program in Austin. How many wannabe cowboys had spoken with that same drawl, trying to charm you and your friends during a night out? Not too many of them had succeeded with you, especially not after —

“Jake? Jake Seresin!?”

It had to be him. You’d know that smile anywhere, had seen those green eyes in your dreams for far too long after you both had moved on. He was bigger now, muscles more pronounced and jaw more defined, more of those cheeky smile lines creasing around his eyes. His voice was deeper too, some of his accent smoothed out after years in the military, but it had to be.

He swore under his breath, eyes widening as he made the connection as well. He practically whispered your name, as if it felt a bit rusty on his tongue, but the second you nodded, he repeated it louder, warmer, like he was slipping back into his favorite jacket.

“Shit, how long’s it been?” Jake wondered aloud, looking you up and down as if to make a note of every infinitesimal change that had occurred since you last saw each other. “You look amazing, darling. Beautiful as ever.”

You rolled your eyes but felt your cheeks heating up at his compliment. Jake always had a way of making you feel like the most special person in the room — but then again, he made everyone feel that way, as you later found out. “You look good too, Seresin. Like a proper, respectable Navy man,” you concede, though the words don’t sound nearly as begrudging as you hoped.

You’re rewarded with one of those thousand-watt grins and for a second, you’re back in a Texas dive bar, flirting with the most handsome man you’ve ever seen to the tune of some cheesy country-rap remix.

“I am good,” Jake promises, eyes locked on yours, and you think he might be back there with you, leaning up against the jukebox, the floors sticky under your feet. “I don’t know how respectable I am, but I am definitely good.”

His voice drags out that sentence, low and flirtatious, and butterflies fill your stomach the same way they did all those years ago. You can practically feel the ghost of his big hands on your hips, your lower back, caressing your cheek as the world disappeared around you that night, just the two of you creating your own little world in the corner of that dingy bar. Your lips part — to say what, exactly, you’re not sure — and you see his eyes drop to them for just a moment before —

The woman behind the bar calls out “Hangman!” with a tone of voice that makes it clear that it’s not the first time she’s said it and you both startle and turn to see her holding four bottles of beer out towards Jake, a look of exhaustion on her face. He jumps forward to take them, apologies pouring from his lips and he pointedly shoves several bills into the tip jar in order to earn an eye roll and a small smile from her. Two sweating bottles in each hand, he turns back to you and almost seems a bit relieved that you’re still standing there. (As if you’ve ever been able to walk away from him.)

“I have to drop these off with my friends,” Jake says, nodding to a table somewhere behind you, “And you should probably get those drinks to the people who sent you over here. But do — do you wanna catch up? There’s a deck out back with some tables, it’s usually pretty quiet this time of night.” He waits for you to nod, before pressing a quick kiss to your cheekbone. “I’ll meet you in five minutes.”

With one more charming smile, he’s off into the crowd and — not for the first time in your life — you’re left speechless and a little stunned, staring after Jake Seresin.

You’re not sure if the goosebumps on your arms are from the chill of the California evening or the way that Jake hasn’t stopped staring at you since he joined you outside on the deck. You shift slightly against the wooden bench of the picnic table, overwhelmed by the intensity of having all of the blonde’s attention on you again for the first time in a decade.

“So …” you begin, and your voice seems to startle Jake out of his thoughts slightly. “You’re a California boy now? I never thought you’d ever leave Texas.”

He grins and shakes his head slightly. “Well, when Top Gun calls and offers you a permanent station, you’d be a fool not to accept. And not to brag, but they do only offer that to the best of the best.”

“Please, Seresin. You love to brag,” you fire back, watching those green eyes sparkle with mischief.

“Well, it’s not bragging if it’s the truth. And the truth is, darling, that I am one hell of a pilot.” Jake takes a swig from his beer, before leaning a bit closer into you, like he wants to study your reactions. “What about you? What brings you out to sunny San Diego?”

“New job,” you say shortly, shrugging your shoulders as nonchalantly as possible. “Moved from the ICU to the ED, so I figured a change of location would go well with a change of pace.”

Your smile doesn’t quite meet your eyes and you hope he can’t tell. There’s no reason to tell your ex — boyfriend? Fling? — whatever that you followed a guy out here, especially since that whole — relationship? Affair? Complete and utter heartbreaking disaster? — situation crashed and burned almost immediately.

“Mmhmm,” Jake says, as if he can tell that’s not the whole story, and he takes another sip before seemingly deciding to let you off the hook. “And what did you boyfriend have to say about moving halfway across the country? Or did someone manage to finally lock you down after all these years?”

There’s a small, sinking feeling in your stomach as you think about the real reason you moved here for a brief, heartbreaking second.

“No boyfriend. No husband, either,” you say, wiggling your left hand at him in order to illustrate your point, and clock the way his eyes almost look relieved by the sight of your empty finger. “What about you, Seresin? Where’s your sweet, Southern wife?”

He laughs, a little cocky but a little hollow at the same time. “You know I don’t really do commitment, darlin’,” he jokes and, boy, do you, nights of watching him flirt with other girls while you pouted in the corner of the bar flashing in your brain. You take a long swallow of your beer — just like you used to swallow down your pride back then — and roll your eyes at him.

“I swear, you look exactly the same when you roll your eyes like that,” Jake says, his smile softening around the edges. “Nobody ever managed to make it quite as cutting as you.”

“Nobody’s ever been quite as annoying as you,” you fire back, but there’s no real heat behind it. Jake’s eye light up like you just gave him a compliment rather than pointing out that he knew exactly how to press your buttons when you were younger.

“I seem to remember you used to like it when I was able to make your eyes roll. Or, at least, when I could make them roll back into your head …”

You sigh, doing your best not to let on how much that comment made your face heat with decade-old memories of you two tangled up in your sheets. “There it is …” you begin, but he just leans into you a little more, those green eyes traveling all over your face as he speaks.

“I’m just reminiscing, that’s all. Can ya blame me? You’re still so beautiful …” Jake responds, one hand reaching out to gently tuck some of your hair behind your ear. His fingers brush against your cheek as he pulls away and you hope you can explain away the goosebumps that erupt on your skin as a product of the ocean breeze. “And I spent a lot of time trying to get you all worked up back then. Force of habit.”

You could give into it.

Allow the sheer force of Jake’s charisma and good looks to carry you away on a wave of old memories. The chemistry that always fizzled between you is clearly still there, the butterflies that have laid dormant in your stomach all this time just waiting for an excuse to be let free once again. It would be easy.

And it would be good — you two had always been good at the physical stuff. He was so gorgeous in so many ways and surprisingly generous when you were in bed. (Jake always took pride in being the best of the best, after all).

But once you woke up tomorrow morning, after all of the awkward goodbyes and the promises to call, then what? Jake Seresin doesn’t commit; he made that clear.

And you were still bruised from your last mess of a relationship, your heart feeling tender and aching in your chest most days. There’s no way that this doesn’t end the same way it did a decade ago, with you sobbing uncontrollably and Jake moving on to the next beautiful girl who manages to hold his attention.

So, with a self-control you didn’t even know you possessed, you pull yourself out of Jake’s undertow.

“Seresin, I … that’s probably a bad idea,” you say softly, eyes dropping down to the tabletop in between you. “I just got out of a relationship and I’m not in a place —”

He cuts you off by tilting your chin up to look at him and then making a point to pull his hands back and keep them to himself.

“Hey, hey, I get it. No worries. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything, darlin’” Jake explains in a rush. “I’m sorry about that. Like I said, force of habit.”

You huff out a laugh and another eye roll and you can see him fight a grin at your reaction. “Only you would describe flirting with someone as a habit, Jake.”

“Well, I’m one of a kind.”

“Shut up, Seresin,” you giggle, glad to be back on solid, friendly ground with him.

Two hours later, Jake sent you off with a hug and his phone number as you and your friend climbed into an Uber and set off for home. She had a few questions about the “dreamboat” of a Naval aviator that you had apparently dated back in school, but was a little too excited about recounting her own evening to push you for details. It wasn’t until you arrived back at your apartment and collapsed on your couch that you realized Jake had been texting you the whole time you were in the car.

Unknown: It’s Jake 🫡😜🤠⭐️🍻🏈😉

Unknown: Hope you get home safe, beautiful. It was great to catch up with you.

Unknown: And I would be an embarrassment to the U.S. Navy if I didn’t at least offer to be your tour guide around San Diego

Unknown: I know all the best spots after all

Unknown: So text me if you want to grab lunch or something

Unknown: Or if you finally want to learn how to surf

Unknown: But give me fair warning beforehand, I remember how bad your balance is lol

You: lol I forgot you text every single thought in your brain

You: but having a tour guide sounds nice

You: we could get brunch this weekend and you can give me the highlights?

You had only just begun to take your shoes off, resigned to finally get off the couch, when your phone pinged.

Jake 🤠 🧡: I know just the place

You gave his text a quick thumbs up and got ready for bed smiling the whole time.

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skylarsblue · 2 years ago

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this isn’t really a request or anythin’, just a thought. 141 havin to deal with a southern team member who only gets progressively more accented the more they get mad.

100% projecting here

pretty unaccented, American, whatever —> ✨ anger ✨ —> Memphis called they want their “oo-ol” back (translation: oil).

i have no idea if they’d be annoyed, charmed, or just confused.

✦141 + Los Vaqueros With A Southern!Teammate✦

(My first C.o.D request and it's for pEOPLE LIKE MEEEE, southern traassh! This my shit. Fair warning, I've never played one of these games cause I don't have a console, so if they're ooc, please tell me how I can improve writing them!)

✦Random headcanons, Southern slang, GN!Reader, Race neutral as well but American, implied to be Oklahoma/Texas style southern, aggressive cursing because I have the mouth of a sailor, a bit of Google Translated Spanish(forgive me), Rudy doesn't have a color cause I ran out I'm so sorry precious boy✦

✧Simon Riley✧

He's not real fond of Americans, admittedly. He's got a little voice in the back of his head that automatically associates Americans with betrayal, but he'll keep quiet.

He cringes at your accent at first. He's not fond of Americans, even less so of most American accents. It's a very thick drawl and after being in the team for a while, he'll tease you about it, telling you to "Speak English" like he does with Soap.

He shuts up when you bring up his Manchester accent being illegible sometimes. It's all in good fun though!

After proving you're trustworthy, he'll basically call you his "special American", to show you're an exception. He will never stop poking fun at you though, just as you do to him. Particularly when you say something intensely American.

"Look at her ass, out here pitchin' a bitch fit with a tail on it." "...What in the hell is that even supposed to mean?"

He'll give you one thing, you treat beef well, which he appreciates. Given he used to be a butcher's apprentice. Americans from the southern states know how to make a hamburger and we know how to cook a steak, that's like...the one thing we can brag about.

If you're like me and you dunk on your own country, he thinks those moments are really funny. Especially when you sound so American.

He probably enjoys you being angry the most. He loves it so much, he thinks it's extremely entertaining. Especially if you're a more small, non-intimidating person on the surface.

"Fuck off! Out here makin' a damn mess of the place, runnin' around like a chicken with its head cut off, wrecking my shit! I outta whoop yer ass!" "Should we step in?" "No no, let it go on a little longer..."

Probably tries to make your call sign something heavily American stereotypical, in a funny way. (ie. Bald Eagle, Stars(JILL!), Shotgun, etc.)

A bit hypocritical but if you have a farm with cows on it, he doesn't really wanna see them. His first thought his how to butcher them from years of training, and if they're not butcher cows, he feels kinda bad for thinking it.

Congrats! You're the only American Simon likes, aside from maybe Alex but I don't know for sure.

✧Johnny MacTavish✧

Laughs when you first speak. He apologizes but like, he laughs at you, I'm sorry.

Definitely asks if you have a cowboy hat, and he will lose his fucking mind if you do. The more cowboy shit you own the more he's entertained, especially if you wear them around base/on field.

He understands you super well but no one understands how or why. Johnny explains that it's just because he's good with accents. He'll hear weird euphemisms and, though it may take a second, 9 times out of 10 he'll get it.

"Fucker's so cheap I bet he pinches quarters til they scream." "What?! What does that mean!?" "Means he's a penny pincher! He's cheap. C'mon, that one was obvious, keep up, yeah?"

If you're a woman/female leaning, he'll call you cowgirl. If you're male/male leaning, you get the nickname cowboy. Non-binary/Genderfluid/Etc.? He calls you partner, and he'll always say it with a shitty imitation of your accent.

Asks you a buncha questions about American-Southern stereotypes to see if they're true. If they are, he gets really giggly about it.

If they ever have a mission in America, he'll insist you lead them everywhere. He likes seeing how you interact with people, especially if you're in a big city where some nutsos are. This man would have a blast watching you in a Waffle House. It's the only time he likes seeing you yell in public, thinks it's hilarious.

If you have any farm experience he's gotta see it. He needs to. I don't care if the farm is your great grandpa's and you haven't been there in a decade, you better take him to see the cows and tractors right now, immediately. Especially if there are chickens. He loves chickens.

He makes fun of your accent but he thinks it's really hot sometimes and he's very annoyed at himself for it. Particularly when you speak softly, trying to console/comfort him, slipping in a typical southern pet name.

"You alright there, sugar? Took quite a hit there. You need anythin', sweetheart?" "...I uh, uhm, ahem. N-no, no I'm alright." "Are ya sure, sweetpea? Your face is goin' redder than a tomato."" NO, I'M GOOD."

Manages to get the entire team to call you a southern callsign, whether you like it or not. He'll force it to stick. Most are animal-based too. (Cowboy/Cowgirl, Chick/Rooster, Bull/Heffer, Big Tex, etc.)

Your accent grows on him significantly. While he thinks you're very sexy when you're angry, he's really affected when you're soft and sweet. (bonus note; if you're faux sweet when you're mad? The whole "Oh...bless your heart" type thing? He's prolly gonna pop a boner, not gonna lie.)

✧John Price✧

He's not American but there are a lot of American things he likes, admittedly. Specifically, old western stuff, horses, ranches, etc. That whole aesthetic is something he's always enjoyed. He won't say it, but he has a particular fondness for your accent when he first hears it.

Doesn't understand you when your accent gets super thick but he thinks it's entertaining nevertheless. Unlike Ghost or Soap, he doesn't comment on it, because he doesn't think he has room to talk. Maybe he'd do it once and then you'd throw it back at him and he'd realize that...yeah he has no room to talk.

He's a calm individual but he will yell when necessary. But, what he finds admirable is when you jump in and yell for him. Like you can read his mind and he can save his throat, watching the people who were pissing him off jump back at thick southern curses being yelled at them.

"I outta jerk a damn knot in your fuckin' tail, ya fuckin' dumbass! Didn't ya momma ever teach you respect?! You ain't ever gonna talk to my damn captain like that again or I'll skin yer fuckin' hide!" "Ahem, thank you, sergeant, that's enough."

Buys you a cowboy hat if you don't already have one, for sure. Whether you take it as a genuine gift or you take it as a light jab at your roots, he'll get a lil' dopey smile if you decide to wear it. Gaz definitely makes fun of you two. Soap points out that Gaz also wears a hat religiously and he & Ghost start callin' you the hat trio.

Man melts at southern-drawl-spoken pet names. He truly does. Much like Soap, there's something about it that makes the tension leaves his body, though he's not really sure why.

"You alright there, Cap? You're lookin' bout ready to drop..." "I'm alright soldier, just need to finish this." "Captain, it'll be there in the mornin'. How bout a nap instead, huh? You can't go workin' yourself to the bone, hun. It ain't healthy."" ...oh alright, just for a bit though." "Sure, sugarcube, just long enough to have some tea."

He'll probably pick up on a few pet names and call you them. Whether you wanna take it as platonic or not, it's really just a sweet gesture that he wants to return. Pet names are kinda just...a staple of southern slang. It's part of the accent that he really enjoys, therefore he wants to return it.

If he ends up helping you with a call sign, it's going to be a really sweet & nice one. Or perhaps something that's from an old western he's seen. Probably based on something you've said before. (Sugarcube, Lasso, Hun/Hunny.) Bonus points if you get a super sweet name that doesn't match your stature, he thinks it's funny if it throws people off.

Piggybacking off the last one, I think it'd be real funny if your call name was "Sugarcube" and you're like...a 6'0"+ buff dude with a deep voice. That shit would be funny. Anyway!

If you own/live on a ranch or farm in your off time, he'll feel honored if you invite him to see it. Don't worry, he won't laze around and just appreciate the cute animals. (Looking at you Soap) He's got a little bit of experience with cows & horses, so he'll do his best to help you move the hay and such. Don't let him drive a tractor though, it's one of the few things he just can't do.

John doesn't play favorites, he's fair and precise to his entire team. But...off the field? ...you might get a little favoritism, he's got a weakness for bein' sweettalked through southern drawl. Don't let that go to your head though!

✧Kyle Garrick✧

Kyle doesn't care too much, he thinks every country has shitty stuff and cool stuff. He's a pretty big believer in silver linings. While America is far from his favorite country, and he knows the common trope of uh...less than tolerant people from the south, that doesn't affect how he sees you at all.

He does snicker at your accent sometimes, but only when you say something really aggressively southern. Especially making up random southern phrases that he doesn't understand at all. He finds it endearing.

"We just gotta haul ass and go tear shit up, run through like a buncha Tasmanian devils, right?" "...I understood...some of those words. Uh, sure, right." "We need to move our asses and fuck shit up." "Ah, okay. Could've just said that, but alright."

Thinks you're kinda scary when you're mad. He'll be the type to try and calm you down, but he understands if it's someone who deserves it. Not that he doesn't find your drawl fun to listen too, especially if someone was being an ass, but he doesn't like seeing you upset.

If the person you're yelling at was being a real big ass, he'll let you yell for a little, but step in. However, if you're doing condescending rage? Oh, go for it, do it all you want. He thinks it's hilarious.

Finds it particularly sweet if you're angry on the teams/his behalf. He can fight his own battles but he thinks it's a big sign of trust, friendship, etc. that you feel the need to defend him.

"Bless your heart, your brain ain't firing off on all cylinders is it, hun? Tsk, that's a shame..." "Excuse me?!" "You're excused, sweetpea. You're not gonna talk to my team that way, but you can turn your happy ass around and walk away. I ain't gonna have you disrespectin' the people who've been fightin' the good fight. Have a lovely day!" "How can you sound so sweet and yet so angry at the same time?" "Southern livin', sugar. Southern livin'."

Gaz is a bit of a foodie type, he likes trying cooking from any area he can go to. Southern cooking would...it'd be a new weakness for sure. A lot of it is unhealthy, yes, but he doesn't give a shit. It tastes good. Sometimes he thinks American food is an absolute sin and a disgrace, and he'll state it as such. Usually, it's stuff you agree on. Like bacon-covered donuts or fried butter. That shit's egregious. But things like southern-style chicken or rib-eye on a grill? You're gonna make him swoon with them roasted vegetables. Cooking for him is a surefire way to make you an unapologetic favorite in his book.

He won't say anything at the little jokes that people jab at you for your accent, but he will tell someone off if they say something that's clearly not funny and upsets you. Like trying to imply you're stupid because you come from Texas. (Speaking from personal experience) He thinks it's such a dumb thing to give someone shit over and he won't hesitate to say they're an idiot for trying to use it against you.

Hates sweet tea, I'm sorry. It's just tea but he can't stand it. He'll drink the unsweetened tea you make, but he'll make a dramatic face if he mixes them up. Something that you always laugh at.

He's great at driving basically any vehicle. Helicopters to mini coopers. He's never controlled a tractor before, but if you sit him in one and tell him the levers, it'll take him like...three minutes to get it down perfectly. Definitely gets a smug ass grin if you show you're amazed.

If he helps get you your call sign, he won't necessarily make it based on where you're from, it'll probably be based on a nickname, skill, or crucial event in your career. (Crash; you were thrown through a window, Hotshot; skill for sniping, etc.) But if he were to have one based on your southern ways? Sweet Tea, both for the fact you make it and the pet name you sometimes call him. (sweet pea)

✧Alejandro Vargas✧

Like Ghost, he's not super fond of Americans. His experience with most Americans are annoying tourists and Graves, leaves a pretty bad impression. He comes across unintentionally snappy when he first meets you, but Rudy will point it out, and he'll correct himself.

You aren't the annoying people he's dealt with and he knows it's not fair to say you are. Definitely talks shit on America though, and he'll honestly give you respect if you do the same. Since he's used to the kind of Americans that think being American give them a right to treat others like shit. He hates entitlement.

If you speak Spanish, he's gonna try really hard to not laugh at how your accent affects some words, but it's really hard. He means it in kind and if you're still learning when you meet him, he's proud when he hears you doing well in comprehension and sentences. Still, sounds just a lil silly.

He loves when your accent gets thick from rage, but he his favorite thing is if you speak Spanish in a rage, with your accent on top of it. It's a combination that fills his brain with serotonin.

"Eres un maldito idiota. ¡Tan útil como las tetas de un toro!" "Wha- Haha! What does that mean?!" "Did they say some super weird analogy?" "Si! They did!" "Yeaaah, they do that a lot."

He's notorious for having a naturally flirty personality, it's just how he's always been. Hence why not much phases him, but he does get a quite wide & genuine grin if you flirt back, making your accent extra intense. Especially with the pet names, another man who likes sweet words.

Thinks you having a southern call sign is really cute, especially if it's something your team calls you exclusively. He thinks it shows your endearment to your team. However, if your call sign is something you insist is only for friends, he'll get super giddy about being allowed to call you it.

If he were to pick? (Belle; Like southern belle whether you're fem! or not, Rodeo, and he might call you Americano- but like, in the coffee way. Like it's a sweet nickname, not just him saying your nationality)

Southern hospitality is something he is not used to. Again, bad experience with Americans. So if you explain all the various manners and nice gestures that are considered expected in your home state? He's completely confused, wondering why the Americans he's met don't keep that attitude up when they leave home.

Again, really likes it if you use southern pet names. Especially if you're trying to console him after a really tough day/mission. For some reason it really helps, like a cup of warm coffee on a cold morning.

"Aye, don't stress yourself over it, darlin'. Bad things happen that we can't control, you did everything you could and you were great at it. Don't let it eat at'cha, honey-bun." "Gracias, Bella. Lo necesitaba…" "Anytime, big guy. Now, you wanna see me try and fail again to open a de la Rosa without breaking it?" "Aha! How about I show you a trick to do it instead?"

Again, like Ghost, you're his special American. Gaz calls you his emotional-support American once and he thinks it's really funny, he'll call you as such every now and then.

✧Rodolfo Parra✧

Sweet darling man. He has nothing against you being American, nothing. But...he cannot understand anything you're saying. He's doing his best but he really doesn't know. He can feel his brain frying every time you bring up something super southern, trying to understand.

He'll have to lean over to your team to ask for a translation, anyone but Soap & Price will tack on an "I think, I'm not sure" at the end of their explanation. If he hears you use a phrase more than once, he'll add it to a little list of notes with the translation underneath it. Treats it like a whole different language. It's adorable.

Like Alejandro, he thinks it's funny if you speak Spanish with your accent. He'll keep a straight face because he knows you can't help it, but man is it fun to hear.

He's not very fond of a lot of yelling if he can avoid it, Rudy prefers disputes to be handled with calm words if possible. But he understands that sometimes it's necessary. Still, he'd want to try and calm you down if you're yelling. But, if you're just acting sickeningly-sweet, kind words that are clearly dripping with venom? He'll just watch. He thinks that shows you handle yourself very well and it's pretty attractive to him, not gonna lie.

"Awww I'm so sorry you're upset, poor thing. God bless you, sir, you have a lovely day. I hope that stick up your ass doesn't hurt too bad." "¡Soldado! No digas eso…" "Shh, sugar, it's fine. He wants to be rude, I can be rude back. An eye for an eye. Don't worry your pretty lil' head bout it, sweetheart." "Dios, a veces me asombras y me aterrorizas."

He's really hesitant about American food. It smells great sometimes but all he hears about American food is that it's greasy, or too salty, etc. Still, he won't deny any meal you make. He thinks it's rude to deny food unless it's something you're allergic to.

He ends up liking a few things, but he is biased to his home cooking. But if you start making his favorite foods, or somehow combine the styles in an honoring way? Oh, those are his favorites. He's particularly fond of American sweets though!

Please bake for this man, bake for him, I beg. Apple pie is an American staple for a reason and he'll jokingly claim he'll move to America if it means he can have apple pie every day.

"Rudy, that's your fourth piece! Ahaha, if I knew you liked it so much I woulda made ya more." "Ay, please do! ¡Fue enviado desde el cielo!" "Alright then, hun, I'll be sure to make you all the apple pie ya want."

Rudy really likes if you wear stuff like a cowboy hat. He's not really sure why, he just thinks it's really cute. If it's a staple of your whole look(like John's hat), seeing you protective over it, he thinks that's really cute. If you're protective of your cowboy hat but let him hold it/put it on his head to hold it, it's gonna fluster him. Even if your guy's relationship is completely platonic.

If you live near the border of Texas & Mexico, it makes visiting you pretty easy, so he'll have no qualms about going back and forth when off duty. He'll be more comfortable in his home but he won't turn down the offer to see your home, especially if it's a ranch. He's got a soft spot for farm animals. (Particularly goats)

If he has any control of how you choose your call sign, he'll likely pick something the same way Gaz does. But, if you have a thing about what certain people call you - like how only Ghost can call Soap "Johnny" - He feels really warm and fuzzy if he gets a special privilege.

(Translations; "Eres un maldito idiota. ¡Tan útil como las tetas de un toro!" - "You're a fucking idiot - as useful as a bull's tits/about as useful as tits on a bull!" "Gracias, Bella. Lo necesitaba…" - "Thank you, bella/beauty. I needed it." "¡Soldado! No digas eso…" - "Soldier! You can't say that..." "Dios, a veces me asombras y me aterrorizas." - "God, sometimes you amaze and terrify me." "¡Fue enviado desde el cielo!" - "It was sent from heaven!")

#call of duty mwii #call of duty x reader #call of duty #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #captain john price #john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas #rodolfo rudy parra #rodolfo x reader

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cwritesforfun · 1 month ago

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Hayes Campbell x Fem!Reader: He’s Clingy

I haven’t even seen the movie, so this is just based on gifs of the movie and the trailer. *** I do not own the characters from The Idea Of You *** Y/N = Your Name Gif from @roseapothecary in case it doesn’t show;)

Masterlist

Your POV

Your boyfriend is Hayes Campbell. It still feels crazy to even think that. You liked August Moon before you met him then met him at a festival because you were in the band before his. You’re the lead singer of Juniper, a rising alt-pop band. You haven’t amassed August Moon’s success yet, but because people know you’re dating Hayes, you have gotten more fans and more streams.

You haven’t seen your boyfriend in 2 months because you’ve both been on tour separately, but you’ve texted every day and called at least twice a week (usually more). Hayes calls you any hour of any day and he loves to talk on the phone. You like talking on the phone with certain people, one is your mom and the other is him. You go through times when you’re not in the mood to talk on the phone, so you just don’t pick up the phone and then you feel bad. You feel bad for declining his call when he’s literally the sweetest boyfriend ever and he just wants to talk to you and hype you up. You just don’t like dealing with people on certain days and life gets overwhelming. You don’t want to bring him down worrying about you…. Tonight, August Moon is performing at the same festival as Juniper at ACL in Austin, Texas. (Real festival and fake bands) You have been a few times before you were in a band and you loved it.

Your van pulls up to the festival and you park in the lot. You all go to your trailer and eat an early lunch. Then you all do press interviews!!!!

August Moon is after you at the same stage tonight!!! Yay!!! Surprisingly, you and Hayes still have yet to see each other … he texted you about soundcheck 2 days ago then hasn’t texted since. It’s really weird that he is the one distancing himself right now.

Texts:

You: Hey! I’m at ACL between press interviews. We’re about to go warm-up… are you at the festival already? I was hoping to see you before.

Hayes: Hi baby, we’re on the way. I’ll try to see you before, but traffic is horrible. If not, I will be backstage cheering you on, I promise.

You: Ok, I love you baby.

Hayes: I love you too.

Aw :( You close your phone and head into the next interview.

The interviewer asks, “So you and August Moon are playing the same stage tonight? Any surprises, Y/N?” You answer, “You’ll just have to see! I can’t give anything away!” Everyone thinks that because you’re dating Hayes Campbell that he will come on stage with Juniper or you’ll go on stage with August Moon. It’s never happened or ever been discussed. Your band is bringing The Blond Beauties, an alt-pop girl band that played earlier in the day out for a song together because we want to uplift smaller artists. It should be fun! I love their music and our soundcheck together was so fun!!! The crowd will hopefully eat it up.

After last checks as a band, you all head backstage and you feel someone tap your shoulder. You turn, see Hayes smiling, and you both kiss. He exclaims, “Hi, I’m sorry I couldn’t be here earlier. We just finished press and I ran here to see you before you went on. I’ll be backstage watching the whole time. I know you’ll kill it. I love you.” You reply, “It’s so good to see you again. I love you and missed you.” You hear someone call your name to get your microphone so you kiss Hayes one more time on the cheek before running off. You get your microphone and the pre-show video plays. Then the band runs out and the screams begin. You wait for your queue and you strut out.

Hayes’ POV

I love my girlfriend probably too much. After press, I pretty much sprint from the band trailers to the main stage to see her before she goes on stage. She is so happy to see me and I get to kiss her. She is so cute and she looks so hot in her stage outfit.

I watch as she struts on stage and I hear the screams increase. I make my way behind this makeshift wall to watch her, so no one sees me. I take pictures and videos as she sings and dances across the stage. God, she’s compelling. I don’t like how she leaned against the other guitarists as she played … it made me a little jealous.

I hear talking and see one of the opening bands, The Blond Beauties, getting microphones. I remember them because Y/N likes their music. I wonder why they’re getting microphones.

I then hear my girlfriend announce, “ACL… you’ve been pretty amazing today. We want to keep those good vibes going, so we have a little bit of a surprise for you.” I hear screams and laugh. She’s such a tease. She continues, “This festival brings together artists from every age and from every stage on their musical journey. As a band, we want to uplift smaller artists and spread their music to larger crowds, so they get the recognition they deserve. So please help me welcome the stunning and beautiful Blond Beauties back to the stage!” I watch the band excitedly run on stage and I watch Y/N hug their lead singer. They then play one of Blond Beauties’ songs mashed up with one of Juniper’s songs and why did we not think of that? It sounds so good live. The mix of voices and instruments is giving me chills right now. The whole “uplifting smaller artists” is another thing that we should have done. Sh**!!!

I really need to start talking to Y/N more about the band. I tried distancing myself this week because we would see each other this week. And, I’ve been told by friends that I seem clingy and my bandmates said girls don’t like clingy. I want to keep Y/N in my life, so I decided to change a little. I stopped calling all the time and tried not texting as much either. I wonder if she noticed. I also cannot wait to cuddle with her tonight. I know it makes me seem clingy, but I missed her. Once I’m done tonight, I just want to wrap myself in her arms for the whole night. I also want to dance to music at the festival tomorrow with her because my manager said all artists get VIP passes after their performances to enjoy the rest of the festival. I just want to be near Y/N as much as I can be.

The Blond Beauties finish and run off stage. I walk over and say, “You all did great tonight. I love your music. I listen to it with Y/N all the time.” One of them says, “Omg, Hayes Campbell has heard our music! Wow, this is insane. We’re glad you like it. Y/N is amazing.” I reply, “I agree, Y/N is the best. Should we take a picture together so you can post it and tell people that I’m a fan? I don’t mind and I'll even share it with my fans.” They all nod and I post with them. They head out and I continue watching Juniper. Y/N is belting out high notes while dancing … insane … I love her. She’s perfection … truly perfect.

Y/N’s POV

You finish your last song, bow with your band, and run off the stage. You pass the microphone off to the sound tech and you run to Hayes. He smiles and hugs you tightly. He kisses your head and says, “You were amazing up there. I’m constantly stunned by your talent.” You reply, “Thank you baby.” He replies, “I have to run back and get ready, but promise me, you’ll be here for my set.” You reply, “I will. We’re going to our trailer soon to get changed. I’ll be back to see you.” He nods, kisses your head, and heads out.

You walk back to your band and your band manager informs you that the headliner tomorrow wants to collaborate. Someone in their band saw you bring the Blond Beauties out and they loved it. They want to play Juniper’s #1 hit and one of their songs together tomorrow. You’ll meet them tonight after the festival ends to practice it together at a studio. Your band manager informs you that he’s already agreed on Juniper’s behalf. One of your bandmates complains about sleep and wants to see other sets tomorrow. You find out that you can still catch the rest of the festival until 6 pm when you need to be at the trailer getting ready to be on time. If anyone is late, then they won’t go on stage with the rest of the band. Seeing as how you’re the lead singer, your band manager seems to be threatening you directly and staring into your soul. Wtf?! You can be trusted.

You head to the trailer with your band and you all change to watch August Moon. They all want to see them perform too. You all walk over as they complain about your band manager. You can’t help but laugh. Your band manager really does suck sometimes.

You see Hayes backstage and he sees you. He waves and motions for you to walk over. You walk up to him and press a kiss to his lips. He says, “Hi, thank you for being here.” You reply, “Of course, love. I’m excited to see Hayes Campbell playing his heart out and stealing the hearts of many girls.” He laughs and says, “I only ever want to steal one girl’s heart.” You laugh and kiss him again. You say, “Good luck tonight. You’ll be amazing.” He thanks you and goes off to get his microphone.

You and your band watch backstage as August Moon is announced. The screams are high pictured and loud. Wow.

As they play, you see so many tears and so many screams. You also see lots of signs asking the boys to marry them or ones related to the band’s songs. You love that. You take photos of some of them then take photos and videos of Hayes performing. He’s so fun to watch live because of his energy and personality. Most of the world is in love with your boyfriend, which is a hard reality. You know that someone could steal him at any point and you also know that if you were to ever break-up, everyone would be on his side. He’s more popular, very attractive, and male. Most of August Moon’s fan base is females. Some of these females buy tickets for meet and greets, stalk the band after the shows, and follow them from city to city to be noticed. Hayes is in the public eye and so his private life. You don’t have anything to hide, but everything you do is shared by several sources who search for a tie to Hayes. You’re not even just you anymore. You’re Hayes’ girlfriend. It sucks sometimes. But deep down, when you ignore that, you’re just a girl in a happy relationship with a boy.

The show finishes and the boys are off stage. Hayes immediately has his arms wrapped around you and he’s holding you tightly while saying, “I’m never letting go of you again.” You laugh and hug him back. You say, “I love you too. You’re the best boyfriend and the best lead singer I know.” He smiles and says, “You’re the best girlfriend and best lead singer I know… I can’t wait to be with you this weekend.” You reply, “Right about that… let’s walk and talk.” You notice the rest of your band has just started walking back to the trailer so you walk hand in hand with Hayes. You say, “You have to promise not to share this with anyone.” He nods and says, “OK.” You reply, “The headliner tomorrow liked our duet with The Blond Beauties, so they want to collaborate tomorrow. We have to go to the studio tonight to practice with them and then tomorrow, I have to be changing at 6 pm to be ready for the night performance. If one of the band is not getting ready at 6, then we can’t go on stage with the rest of the band. My band manager kind of stared me down at that last part.” He replies, “Wow uh that’s great … Cool. I still get to see you after you’re done tonight and all day tomorrow, right?” You answer, “Yes my love. I am all yours.” He smiles and says, “Good, I’ve missed you and your cuddles.” You smile and say, “I’ve missed you and your cuddles too.” You kiss him one more time before leaving with your band.

Practice with the headliner goes well. They admit they are huge fans of Juniper and love seeing you all uplift other artists. They try to collaborate as much as they can at festivals and Juniper was the first choice for ACL. Combining the songs is fun especially because they typically only do heavy metal so they get to play with alt music a bit.

You all finish after only 2 hours and you go to the hotel. Lights flash on as the cars pulls up and you see paparazzi. This is no fun.

You all head inside and you rush to the elevator. You make it to your bedroom with Hayes and you unlock it. The lights are dim and you see the TV is on. You walk in and see your boyfriend watching a show on home renovations. He sees you causing him to smile widely. He asks, “How was work, honey?” You laugh and answer, “Oh it was good sweetheart. I do hate the paparazzi though. I didn’t think you were a home renovations guy.” He smiles and answers, “It looked interesting... but about the paparazzi, did they do anything? Are you okay?” You reply, “They're just overwhelming. I'm going to shower, so we can cuddle.”

You shower and rinse out all the product on you. It takes a lot to look this good, ha!

You climb into bed next to Hayes and wrap your arms around him. You exclaim, “I’ve missed this.” He kisses your forehead and says, “Me too.” You ask, “Can I be honest about something? Can I let my guard down?” You love referencing his songs. He lets out a little laugh and answers, “Of course. You can always be honest with me. ” You say, “When we were on the road, my anxiety picked up and it got bad a few times. I didn’t want to worry you, so if you ever called on a bad day, I let your call just be ignored even if I was free. I couldn’t talk to you because I didn’t want to worry you and cause you to have a bad day. You're one of the two people I like to call, but sometimes I get too overwhelmed. I didn’t want to tell you, but seeing you out there with lots of fans and people who would love to be with you, I knew I had to tell you because what if you break up with me because of this? I know how important communication is so I understand if we have to part ways.” He holds your hands and says, "I would never break up with you. Especially because you're being very honest right now. I know it took a lot of guts to speak to me about your feelings. And if we're being honest, I called you to calm my anxiety. My days get stressful and I like hearing your sweet voice. You don't have to worry about worrying me. I want to be there for you during your good anxiety days and your bad anxiety days." You reply, "OK, I'll start answering on those days and I'll be honest with you about it... Why didn't you call me this week? I tried calling. I was worried about you. Were you busy?" He answers, "My friends said that girls don't like clingy. They said that my constant calling and texting was clingy behavior. I didn't want to run you off." You reply, "I like how clingy you are, Hayes. I like how much you like physical touch too. Keep calling me baby. If anything now that we're being more honest, our calls might be longer." He replies, "Stop, don't tempt me with a good time... Are you sure that you like how clingy I am?" You answer, "Yes, I'm sure. I'll even admit that seeing you for the first time after two months and our performances, all I could think about was hugging you forever and cuddling and kissing you." He replies, "I wanted to hug, cuddle, and kiss you a lot more too. My only dream this weekend is to be as physically close to you as possible at all times." You smile and reply, "That will be hard when we have to use the bathroom and when I have to go on stage tomorrow." He frowns and says, "That's okay. I'll try to live." You laugh and then kiss him.

#the idea of you #the idea of you movie #nick galitzine #nicholas galitzine #hayes campbell #hayes campbell fanfic #nicolas galitzine

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justabigassnerd · 2 years ago

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Just Need Space

Pairing - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x daughter!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Word count - 3,501

Warnings - angst, swearing, running away from home, mentions of being hurt

Summary - you run into someone you never expected to see again and their presence terrifies you into not returning home, which in turn terrifies your father

A/N - hey y'all! here's the newest part of the Hangman junior universe! this was a request sent in by @weloveds who gave me a few wonderful ideas for this universe so I hope I do the ideas justice! anyways I won't ramble, as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

Sometimes people would say a day can go from good to bad in moments and you had considered yourself lucky that it had never happened to you. You knew that if your dad was away on deployment, you ran the risk of some Navy officer turning up on your doorstep informing you that your dad was killed in action and your life would change instantly. You just liked to hold on to hope that you’d never have a day go from good to bad in a matter of minutes. But of course, it happened.

It was a typical sunny day in Miramar and you’d decided you wanted to go for a walk along the beach. Your dad and Bradley were out for lunch with some of the other Daggers and while you were invited, you opted out of the lunch to have some time to yourself. You smiled to yourself as you wandered along the beachfront, listening to the waves hit the shore and the seagulls screech overhead as they fought to get to someone’s picnic. You cherished moments like this, walking along the beach while the peacefulness that being by the sea could fill you with joy. As you wander back up to the streets, you almost bump into someone, causing you to apologise quickly.

“No worries, sweetheart.” You look up to lock eyes with a woman. You’d never met her before, yet she felt somehow familiar. When you moved past to continue your walk, the woman called your name, making you freeze involuntarily in your tracks before you turned to face her as she approached you.

“How did you-?”

“You think a mother wouldn’t be able to recognise her own daughter?” As she cut you off, the woman's words made your eyes widen and your breath hitch in your throat. The woman who stood before you was your mother. The woman who left both you and your dad in the middle of the night. Your mind was racing, you could’ve sworn she left while you and your dad were living in Texas. She probably knew Jake was bound to end up here at some point.

“Listen. You better back off. I don’t want you anywhere near me or my dad.” You say, managing to find your voice.

“I am your mother and I think you’ll find I have every right to find my daughter when her father took her away from me.” She says, making you roll your eyes at her excuses.

“He didn’t take me away from you. You left us! You have no right to try and waltz your way back now because you never once tried to contact my dad after you left. You clearly never wanted me in the first place but my dad did. He’s been raising me ten times better than you ever could and he never once let me feel unloved. You should just leave and never come near me or my dad again.” You say, turning on your heel to walk away.

“You know I came back for you, right?” She says, making you stop in your tracks and turn to face her.

“What did you say?” You question, choosing to stay put and not step closer to her.

“I came back for you. I wanted custody because everyone knows your precious father has a dangerous job and could die. No kid deserves to be raised by someone who could die at any moment when working. I technically got custody, but Jacob threw a hissy fit and they gave it back to him.” She says, making you narrow your eyes. You didn’t believe a word that came out of her mouth. Your dad wouldn’t hide something like that from you. You shook your head in disgust before turning away once more and walking away while ignoring her desperate calls after you.

You were shaken by this sudden encounter and your thoughts wouldn’t slow down. You couldn’t understand why she wanted to find you now. Worrying that she was following you, you constantly checked over your shoulder as you walked and chose not to go home. Instead finding a small park to hide out in, sitting underneath a large tree as you tried to regain your breath. As you recover your breath, you watch a little girl run past you, straight into the arms of her mother who scoops her up and cuddles her close. You watched on as the little girl giggled happily before she was put back down on the floor. You had often wondered how different your life would’ve been if your mother never left. You didn’t care for her at all after what she did but your heart still held onto that sense of longing. You fought back the longing thoughts as you reminded yourself that you had something much better. You had your dad, Bradley, and the Daggers and that’s all you needed. But regardless of how much you loved them. You needed to be alone right now.

As the Daggers left the small diner they had been occupying for lunch, they chatted amongst each other, laughing, and teasing as they walked. As they walked on the path opposite the beach, Jake glanced out over to the beach and on the other side of the road he saw a familiar face. Two familiar faces. Two familiar faces he never wanted to see again. He thought after the custody trial he’d never have to see Lauren and Steve again but there they were, clear as day. Bradley immediately picked up on Jake’s discomfort and moved to the inside of the path, keeping the two hidden by the rest of the Daggers while giving them some privacy.

“What’s going on?” Bradley whispers, dipping his head to talk directly into Jake’s ear.

“We need to get home. Now.” Jake says, every worst-case scenario racing through his head at the mere sight of Lauren. Not knowing Lauren had freaked Jake out so much, Bradley nodded, quickly saying goodbye to the team and leading Jake to the Bronco. As Bradley began the drive back to their house, he couldn’t help but wonder what it was that got his husband this worried.

“Is everything okay, Jake?” Bradley asks, quickly glancing at Jake out of the corner of his eye before focusing back on the road.

“Just fine.” Jake replied but he was barely paying attention. His knee was bouncing up and down rapidly and his eyes were darting around everywhere, like Lauren was going to appear out of nowhere and drive their car off the road.

“Jake, something’s up. You can tell me.” Bradley says gently, glancing over at Jake as he stops in front of a red light, waiting for it to go green.

“It’s nothing. It’ll be okay.” Jake says firmly, wanting to do anything but talk about what was racing through his mind as his hand went to fiddle with his wedding ring.

“Is it y/n?” Bradley then asks, worry starting to grab at him as he thinks about something happening to you. Noticing Jake’s leg stop bouncing only confirmed that Bradley’s question had hit the nail on the head. Bradley decided that now would be a good time to stop pressing Jake until they got home. He wanted to focus on getting the two of them home safely so they could check up on you. The second Bradley pulls the Bronco into the driveway before he’s even turned the engine off, Jake leaps out of the car and is already at the front door, unlocking it and throwing the door open as Bradley chases after him.

Jake calls your name as he walks through the house, checking every room downstairs before heading upstairs to your room. He knocked on the door and called through for you but when he was met with nothing but silence he opened the door. His heart hammered in his chest when he was met with an empty room. He dug his phone out of his pocket and called you, his breath speeding up when you didn’t pick up. You never missed his calls unless you’d told him previously that you’d be unavailable and he’d simply forgotten. He scrolled through your messages to him to see if he missed something but when he was presented with no answer he came back downstairs to face a worried Bradley.

“Okay, Jake you need to be honest with me right now. What is going on? Where’s y/n?” Bradley asks, grabbing Jake by the shoulders and locking eyes with him. His eyes swimming with concern as he tries to study Jake’s expression before he harshly pulls away from Bradley’s grip.

“I don’t fucking know where y/n is! All I know is I saw Lauren by the beach and I can’t help but think she’s hurt my kid. I don’t know where she is or if she’s okay. I just know she’s gone.” Jake rants angrily, pacing back and forth as he rakes his hand through his hair. Bradley barely flinched at Jake’s outburst, knowing it came from worry for his daughter. He knew the last time Jake saw his ex it ended on worse terms than their initial break up did and it was a huge part of the reason Jake was as protective as he was over you. He also hated the idea of Lauren going anywhere near you but before he could focus on finding you, he had to focus on Jake. Bradley crossed to Jake carefully and eased him to sit down on the sofa, and keeping an arm wrapped firmly around Jake to keep him grounded.

“We can text the Daggers. Tell them what’s going on and how they can help. Do you know any places y/n might go when she wants to get away from everything? Even a general area might help. We could do a sweep of the areas before we consider calling the police.” Bradley suggests once Jake has calmed down enough to form coherent thoughts. Jake wordlessly nods at Bradley’s suggestion and immediately starts racking his brain for where you could be while Bradley sends a message to the Dagger’s group chat to get them to come to their house. It barely took ten minutes for all the Daggers to turn up at Jake and Bradley’s house, all of them concerned about you and asking what they could do to help.

“I’ve thought of a few places’ y/n could’ve gone to. But I think we should try covering as much ground as possible because I don't know where she could be.” Jake says, his voice rough and tear-filled as he speaks to his friends. The squad nods diligently, Jake tells them the locations he managed to think of, and everyone decides where they will look.

“And if you’re going to ask around. Please don’t ask my ex. If she catches wind of this she’ll have even more fuel to say I’m a bad father and I can’t go through another custody battle.” Jake says before giving the team a full description of Lauren and even Steve to ensure the team didn’t talk to either of them when looking for you. With locations set, the team head out of the house, splitting up to search for you while Jake tries calling your phone one more time.

You sigh as you pull your phone out of your pocket as it rung once more, you saw ‘dad’ across the top of the screen accompanied by the picture the two of you had taken at the Cowboys game he took you to when you were thirteen. You put your phone on silent and shove it back into your pocket. You’d already seen an influx of calls and texts from your dad, Bradley, and every member of Dagger Squad. You knew they wanted to know where you were. But you still didn’t feel ready to go home. You were terrified of running into your mother again. Scared she’d track you down to your house and hurt your dad or Bradley just to get to you. You started to contemplate leaving San Diego entirely just to get her off your back. If you found a way to leave, she’d realise that you weren’t in town any more and then she’d leave as well. Then and only then would you be able to return. You pulled your phone out of your pocket to see if you could find any buses out of town but as you opened Google, a person crept into your line of sight, making you look up to see Bob, letting out a small sigh of relief when you realised it was him and not your mother.

“Hey, Bob.” You mumble awkwardly, locking your phone and tucking it away.

“Hey, y/n. We’ve been looking all over for you.” Bob says, reaching into his phone pocket to text Jake and let him know you’ve been found.

“Wait, please don’t tell dad yet. I can’t face him yet.” You say quickly, making Bob tilt his head innocently before he crosses to you, sitting down beside you and watching you carefully.

“Jake is worried sick about you, I’ll have to tell him soon.” Bob says, wondering if the two of you got into an argument and you needed time alone.

“What’s wrong? You can tell me. I won’t tell your dad.” Bob says softly, his tone not stern or judgemental, just full of concern.

“I saw my mother. I don’t know how she found me, but she did. She started sprouting bullshit about trying to take custody of me when I was younger but there’s no way that’s true. I guess seeing her just scared me slightly. I’m scared she’s going to track me down and hurt dad and Bradley.” You admit, pulling your knees up to your chest as tears well in your eyes. Bob remained silent as you spoke. He knew all about the custody battle that had occurred when you were four, and Jake and warned him and the other Daggers not to tell you since you didn’t remember the event but now Bob was thinking that Jake had to tell you, especially now that Lauren had a chance of sinking her claws in and driving a wedge between you and your dad with sharing that information.

“She’s not going to get near you, y/n. You have all of us ready to protect you at a moment's notice. She’s not going to hurt you, or Jake, or Bradley.” Bob says, his words filling you with a small sense of hope. You wrap your arms around Bob for a quick hug, only pulling away when another person enters your peripheral vision.

“Bob, you found y/n? Have you reported back to Hangman yet? Rooster just told me they’re on the brink of calling the police because no one could find her.” Phoenix says, immediately pulling her phone out of her pocket and texting Jake.

“I asked him not to tell dad straight away. I needed some more time. But I’m okay now.” You say quickly as both you and Bob stand up, taking the heat off Bob because you knew it was your fault everyone was panicking in the first place. Phoenix glances up from her phone to look at you, nodding softly before returning her attention to her phone so she could message Jake saying that she and Bob had found you and they’d be taking you back home.

“Okay, I’ve messaged your dad. Let’s get you home.” Phoenix says, placing a hand on your shoulder and encouraging you to walk. The walk back to your house was silent. You knew you had worried and upset all of the Daggers with your actions but you didn’t think you’d be on the receiving end of the silent treatment. When you reached your house, Bradley and Jake were standing on the front step awaiting your arrival. Jake didn’t hesitate to race down the path to pull you into his arms, eyes frantically searching you for injuries before he tugged you into a hug, holding you close as he pressed repeated kisses to the top of your head.

“Don’t you ever do that again.” He mumbles into your hair, his voice thick with tears as he squeezes you tighter. Only then did you wrap your arms around his middle and hug him back.

“I’m so sorry dad.” You whisper, tears flowing down your cheeks as you cling tighter. You vaguely hear Bradley thanking Phoenix and Bob before he crosses over to you and Jake. You pull away from Jake and wipe at your eyes before turning to Bradley.

“I’m sorry Bradley.” You manage to say, your resolve crumbling again when Bradley pulls you into a hug.

“I’m just so relieved you’re okay y/n/n. You really scared us.” Bradley admits quietly, glancing over at Jake as he watches the interaction, tears still filling his eyes. You pull away from Bradley’s hug after a minute and nod when Bradley suggests that the three of you go inside to talk about what happened. You sit in the living room sandwiched between Jake and Bradley as they patiently wait for you to explain what caused this, although Jake had an inkling.

“I saw my mother. I don’t know how but she found us, and it scared me. That’s why I didn’t come home, I didn’t know if she’d try to hurt you or Bradley so I didn’t go home. I know I scared you but I wanted to leave to keep you two safe.” You say, glancing between both men and hoping you don’t get in masses of trouble for what you did. It had only been a week and a bit since your grounding ended you didn’t want to go through it again. Instead, Jake carefully cupped your head in his hands and turned you to look at him so he could address you directly.

“Listen to me carefully, sweetheart. Don’t ever think that running away would help a situation like this. I’m the one who’s supposed to be protecting you, not the other way around. I will figure out a way to keep her away from you. Just please don’t do that again.” Jake pleads, tears filling his eyes once more as you cuddle into him for yet another hug, a silent promise that you won’t pull a stunt like that again. When you pull away from that hug, you clear your throat quietly, thinking about what your mother had said before you walked away from her.

“She also said she fought you for custody. That’s a lie, right? There’s no way she gave a shit enough to come back.” You ask innocently, looking up at your dad as he exchanges a glance with Bradley who gives Jake a small nod, knowing it would be better for him to be honest.

“She wasn’t lying.” Jake admits, his gaze dropping in shame as your expression contorts into one of confusion.

“What do you mean?” You ask, shuffling away from him slightly as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

Jake tells you the full story of what happened. About how Lauren popped up after four years and decided she was a better parent for you than he was. How she did everything under the sun to make Jake look like an unfit parent and how her boyfriend Steve had roughly grabbed you after the initial verdict. Jake also told you about how he would’ve been willing to settle for some sort of split custody until she tried to completely take you from him.

“I know I should’ve told you sooner. I just wanted to protect you. My job has always been to keep you safe and if keeping this from you meant you were safe then it was a risk I had to take.” Jake finishes, expecting you to leap up and run away again. He expected you to scream in his face that Lauren was right and that he was a horrible father. He was expecting all of his worst fears to come true, but instead, you nodded, offering him a small smile.

“Thank you for telling me. I would’ve preferred to hear it from you first but I understand why you did it.” You say finally, making Jake release a breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding.

“But you don’t need to protect me all the time. It’s part of growing up.” You then say, making Jake let out a small breathy laugh.

“I’ll be protecting you until long after I’m gone.” He says fondly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and tugging you into his side as Bradley stretches his arm along the back of the sofa, his fingertips lightly scratching Jake’s head as he hums in contentment.

“We’re all good now?” Bradley asks, glancing between you and Jake as you exchange a look with your dad before turning back to face him and speaking in tandem.

“We are good, Bradley. We’re very good.”

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chemicallady · 1 year ago

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Perfect Pitch

Prologue

A/N: This is just the introduction chapter. If you will be invested in this idea I'll write the entire FF!

Couple: Noah Sebastian x Reader (in which reader is a talented musician and the new member of Bad Omens. This is an Alternative Universe in which the guys decide to pick up someone to fill in for Vincent.)

Content Warning: this FF will include describing different delicate subjects like states of anxiety, depression, gender violence ( bad place, the industry, for a girl) and possible suicidal thought. Be careful if you feel exposed by one or more of this topics. Feel free to write me in PM about anything ♡ Since the main characters of this story are real people, I want to underline that this is the idea I have of them and not the reality since I don't know Bad Omens. I don't want to be disrespectful in any way because I have tons of respect for the guys and their job. I also don't want to dig in their private lives or whatsoever aside the things they reveal by themselves on interviews of post on social, present and past.

Summary: reader has always wanted to be a musician her entire life. She pictures herself as first chair in a majestic orchestra, but thanks to her soft spot for metalcore, destiny is leading her somewhere special.

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The first time you have seen Noah Seabastian, you were in the pit. Vans Warped tour 2017, a fucking hot texan day. You had never heard about Bad Omens before, but they had such an incredible energy on stage. Good enough to surf crowding in front of the barricades to look closer. The bass guitar player smiked at you when he noticed that your shirt was lifted by the continued movement of hands all over your body. In the moment the security put your ass back to the ground you had found a pair of deep brown eyes on you. The singer was asking the crowd to sing along the main course but you had no idea about the lyrics so you simply smirked, lifting all way your tshit and unreveal the bra.

And.... thats it.

Rock'n'roll and a couple of extra beer made you brave.

Nothing less, nothing more.

No hot stories as a groupie walking her way to a bus tour or anything else. Just a glaze, one among millions.

At the end of that hot summer you started to looking for a job after you graduated at Julliard in NYC. It was the best time of your life. You have always been a talented violinist since you were 5. The prodigy from a very small town, ready to astonish New York.

But it never happened.

Always third chair.

Moving around the country as a ball in an arcade grew you tired after 6 months. The low salaries, the necessity of having a home for more than six weeks....

Settle down. Adopt a cat.

You wanted some stability.

So you started to work as a waitress. You have no idea of how you ended again in texas, but life in here is simpler compared with NYC.

Almost a year had passed when you met Shane and Zac. Summer was running out fast when the Oh Sleepers played in the small pub you were working. A couple of words after and a decent amount of good luck brought the singer to share with you an important information.

《 if you can play the bass, I know a band is looking for someone to fill in.》

You can play bass. You can actually play five instrument and sing. This is your only talent. Music. Feeling it. Being able to figure the notes in your head just listening at them once.

The ability of discover a F# when a pillow fall from the sofa on the ground. The ritmic dissonance of a A and a G in your steps while you walk home drunk.

The perfect pitch.

At least, you could work as a music engineer.

Shane was intrigued by the way you tuned a guitar whitout flicking before their show and from your musical curricula. It is far more than it should be in the industry. But he also saw something in you. How much you have work your way though the mud and sweat to end up in a pub, verbaly molested by creepy guys on daily basis.

Such a waste of rare talent.

《 try your luck. That's is his phone number. See if he still wants a replacement or if he's fine with is guitarrist as bass player. I lost track over their decisions, but their good friends of me. The singer slays on stage》

You picked up that piece of paper with a bit of concern. For this guy privacy in a first place but also for you. You were dreaming about orchestras, beautiful dresses with long sleeves to cover your tattoos.... but you have always wanted to be a rockstar.

A queen.

And you have never wanted to be that broke.

So... Why not?

《 alright. Thanks man. Just... what's the name of this guy?》

《 noah. Noah sebastian》.

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I chose the Oh Sleeper to introduce bad omens to the reader because I've always find this video hilarious. Feel free to give me your opinion about this prologue!

#noah sebastian #bad omens #noah sebastian imagine #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens imagine

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quotidianish · 2 years ago

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Usually there’d be some goofy ass art to go with an analysis of tf2 characters but art block is knifing me up right now so have headcanons which get a smidge too personal with the immigrant experience

The Defense class is my favorite out of the three, not only because of their in-game mechanics, but because of the potential they have for character. All of them are, in some way, more normal than the rest (or appear to be in the case of Engineer). Demoman’s just an alcoholic (nothing inherently wrong with addiction anyway), Heavy’s just real passionate about his job, and Engineer is, deceptively, rather level-headed. Just based on inference I like to think they are three people fundamentally damaged by the concept of the “American Dream;” to be religious and good and serve your country, no matter how bad it may treat you. On one hand, you’ve got two immigrants, and on the other, you’ve got a natural born Texan, raised in the Bible Belt, so of course said dream will impact them differently. Seeing both Demo’s and Heavy’s families, it’s safe to assume they’re both raised with a very collectivist mindset. With the Engineer, it is mere guessing based on the stereotypical image of a Bible Belt family. Being an immigrant in a country which doesn’t share your ideals is a rough integration process already, nevermind the potential discrimination their status as foreigners might lend them to (it’s the 70s cmon man). Hence they do not stay in America because they genuinely view it as home; they stay in America out of sacrifice; money is made for their families, be it in the Heavy’s case a necessity, or the Demoman’s, to please. Neither of their beliefs align with America’s, nor their physical appearance mimic that of a stereotypical American. Both of them have probably felt outcasted before- especially regarding their appearance- and this is no exception. The United States is but a well-paying prison. For Dell, though, it is, without doubt, his home. Bee Cave Texas basking in all its fine American beauty. Regardless, it’s not as perfect as he was raised to think. (I’ve less to say on behalf of him, actually. I didn’t grow up in the Bible Belt, so lots of these ideas are mumbo jumbo from book and media portrayals.) He’s grown up in the perfect American family, a providing father, a loving mother, the face of every American cartoon and magazine. Good people with a faith in god, what more can he ask for? He didn’t exactly feel as though all the values he held truly represented him as a person. Maybe it’s a repressed homosexuality thing, or growing up as a little girl and deciding it wasn’t right for him thing, or generally realizing that his ideas were pretty outdated; especially when interacting with the rest of the Defense team. All three of them are from different continents, and still manage to find they have so much in common. MAN the POTENTIAL for CHARACTER (going insane. Truly the guys ever

#shaking frothing at the mouth. Taking the hat men a bittt to seriously #tf2 #quotidianish

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schuministyles · 2 years ago

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Worst sister, best cupid. (MS47)

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Note: HI there, hope you all are having an amazing holiday season, had this idea after thinking in all the nonsense in my head that Mick could actually be attracted to someone just by noticing they are really intelligent, he just has that vibe. Idk, anyway take care, and have a lovely day/night.

Warnings: none. Bad English, it is not my first language but I try my best on each post.

Mick wasn't exactly pleased to be all dress up to an event, but he didn't have any option, his sister Gina asked him to come with her long time ago since her boyfriend was already busy that night.

It was his job as a good little brother.

This was not a simple event, there were lots of important people that could sponsor the event they would host on the ranch in the next weeks, they had to be there with their greatest smiles and make sure to seal a deal.

The blonde was kind of overwhelmed, it wasn't really his thing doing that much talking, his social battery was running low and all he wanted was to get out of there.

" Are you ok?" His sister asked concerned.

" Yep, just a bit tired, this shoes are killing me." He lied.

The oldest just smiled with her lips pressed, she knew he was lying but decided to make it subtle so he wouldn't feel like he left her down.

"You should go to the bar and bring us something to drink, I don't know about you but talking to all of this people is really tiring me."

Mick chuckled, if he was bad at lying Gina was even worst.

He couldn't say anything when you approached them.

"Gina!" You greeted his sister, you two had met long time ago in a competition.

"Y/N!" She hugged you. "Uh, I almost forgot, he is my little brother Mick".

Mick felt he could die from embarrassment, as much as he was proud to be the youngest sibling it sucked for him to be presented like a little child, mostly when he thought you were beautiful.

"Nice to meet you." He tried to act cool about it, but Gina could easily notice how his body language changed.

She would have fun bothering him all the way home, but the blonde made her part shutong up and letting you both talk alone.

"The CS ranch is one of my personal favorite ones in Texas, if you ask me." You told him. "My dad actually took me there to see for the first time a horsing competition, made my first $20 on a bet."

Gina smiled already knowing that story.

" Really?" Mick asked pretty interested, always making eye contact with you.

"Yep, spent them the same day buying a t-shirt."

The german laughted, and Gina took mental notes of everything.

"I would go to the bar for some drinks, I would come back soon." She announced, but neither of you seem really interested beyond giving her a little nod.

" Do you compete?" Mick asked noticing that there were only two logical options for you to be there, either you were a rider or you were someone's plus one.

"Oh no, I am pretty bad at it, but I love the sport." You answered shortly making the blonde a bit frustrated of not getting extra information to answer his questions.

He would for once be a bit more like his sister and ask directly what he wanted to know.

"So? What brings you here?" He asked knowing Gina would be so proud of him.

You smiled even more.

" Guess. " You challenged him smirking knowing he would fail in the attempt.

Mick panicked, thinking what to tell you. He was frowning and his jaw clenched.

You giggled making him realize his expression and changing it to a more relaxed one.

" You are like me, a beautiful plus one." He flirted and your cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

"As flattered I am with that compliment, you are wrong mister, I am here representing my dad's company, making the deals of the season."

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You both talked a bit more, you agreed to talk to them in a more professional manner a few days later to sponsor their event because a man was asking for you full attention.

There was not proper goodbye, Mick couldn't even ask you for your phone, he was fully depending on Gina to hear from you.

He was fascinated.

The oldest Schumacher didn't make any comment until they were both on the car later that night.

" So... you and Y/N seem to get along really well." She started knowing her little comments would make him insane.

"Oh.." He started but then cough to clean his throat and gain some composure. "Yeah, I think she is nice."

Mick hit himself mentally, that sounded so pathetic, too try hard.

"She is." Gina agreed, he thought he was safe until he heard his sister containing her laughter. " And she is totally your type."

The german panicked. Oh no,this was it, he was about to be humiliated.

" I don't have a type." He tried to stop her.

" You do, your are really into big brain girls, you like to be humbled by a lady that knows a lot. "

He felt called out.

Gina was right.

" I mean but that's not a type."

" You didn't say that I was lying." She stated back wiggling her brows at him. "Oh my God, marry her, mom would love her."

Mick's cheeks were burning by now.

" No, we are not getting married." He told her trying to give her his most serious face.

"Well not now, but imagine your kids would be so cute, and they would have a mama that can shut the man in a riding event, a super woman if you ask me." Gina started talking quickly making with each of her statements Mick get more and more red.

They arrived home and he was glad when his mom was already slept.

He spent the rest of the night thinking about you, he looked you up on Google, he wanted to know more, no, he needed to know more about you.

The next morning tired and all after spending most of the night on his phone he went to have breakfast, his sister and mother were already eating.

"You look like you didn't sleep well, honey. Everything alright?" His momma asked looking at him with concerned written all over her face.

"Yeah, we just arrived really late and that messed up my sleeping routine."

" Yeah mom, his sleeping routine was affected by the fact he stayed until Y/N's o'clock. " Gina giggled, their mother opening a lot her eyes.

"Gina! You are the worst." The youngest protested.

"Gina ve nice to your brother." Mama Schumacher tried to bring peace to the table, but she was curious. " Mick, tell your mama more about it, who is Y/N?".

Mick wanted to desapear.

"He would not tell you, she is the girl from my charity riding afternoon from last year, the one that suggested the betting house." Corinna quickly got who she was talking about. "They were all over each other, if it wasn't because of a man that would still be there talking, mom."

"Y/N, oh, she is really pretty, a really intelligent young woman, oh Micky you should totally go on a date with her."

The blonde wasn't happy with the suggestion.

" Mom..." He protested.

" See Mick! That is what I told you, do it for the next generation of Schumachers, we need them to be more prefect than us." The oldest said making the three of them laught.

" I would think about it."

The two women celebrated.

Gina's phone vibrated, she looked at it with a wide smile on her face.

" Hey Gi! Hope you had a great night yesterday, I talked with your brother about sponsoring your event, I am free tomorrow night to talk about it a bit more, tell me if you are up to go and have dinner," she read out loud, Mick made a confused expression on why was she so abnormal about a simole text. " Also, could you please give Mick my number? I told him I would sent him my favorite breakfast receipts and I don't want to bother you more."

The oldest screamed like a little child, and stated pocking Mick's side. "SHE IS ALSO INTO YOU."

"Gina, clam down." He pleaded not knowing how to even act.

"Ok Ok, I would go make you a plan to go on that dinner with her and you can thank me later by naming you first kid Ginger." She hugged him and started running upstairs.

" You are the worst!" The blonde told her and his mother just giggled.

"She may seems like the worst sister, but is the best cupid you could ask for."

#mick schumacher #ms47 #formula 1 #f1 x reader #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher x you

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watching-pictures-move · 1 year ago

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Movie Review | House of Wax (Collet-Serra, 2005)

Watching this in 2023, this feels very much like a blast from a the past, a snapshot of what the horror genre was like in the mid-2000s. At the time, you started to get the remakes of beloved classics, with the Platinum Dunes Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Zack Snyder's Dawn of the Dead having come out before this one. (I hated the former when I saw it years ago but consider the latter one of the better horror movies of the decade and an interesting Bush era document to boot.) I haven't seen the original House of Wax (but probably should as it stars Vincent Price) or Mystery of the Wax Museum which I understand originates some of the story ideas here (but probably should as it's directed by Michael Curtiz) and doubt this one has too much in common with the earlier films, but I suppose the name is a cheap enough way for the studio to milk more money out of an existing IP.

You also had the found footage boom more or less kicked off by The Blair Witch Project. This is not a found footage movie, but it does have sequences shot on camcorders, which are supposed to capture the characters having a good time, but have the effect of a last known photo, especially with the lo-fi image. There is also imagery here, like a hot wax needle contraption that a character gets strapped to, and the forcible restraining of a child to a rusty chair, that brings to mind the torture porn wave, but the movie is generally indebted to the resurgence in "mean" horror, with the work of Rob Zombie and Eli Roth and some of the more violent entries in the remake wave. For whatever reason I'd mistakenly assumed that this was rated PG-13, and was caught off guard by the gnarlier acts of violence: slashed tendon, lopped off finger, impaled head. And while I likely wouldn't have appreciated it at the time, I did find the jaundiced texture of the movie, which is probably easier to pull off when shooting on film with its tactility than with digital smoothness. And the wax figures that populate the movie lend to the atmosphere of decay and allow things to get nice and goopy when things start melting in the climax, although I should note that the wax figures of colour bear an unfortunate resemblance to C. Thomas Howell's character in Soul Man but that the wax figures of Caucasian descent sadly do not resemble Eddie Murphy in "White Like Me".

Anyway, I doubt this is anybody's favourite movie from the era, but I had a pretty good time. On top of the gruesome violence and the atmosphere, there are some pretty suspenseful sequences, particularly one where the heroine tries to evade detection in a theatre playing Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? I watched this the same night as Cabin Fever, and while both movies play on anxieties about backwoods folk in a very Bush era way, I appreciated how much more tolerable the characters were in this, even if the cast members all look like they're from a CW show. Elisha Cuthbert I'd known at the time as the girl from Popular Mechanics for Kids, and she's a perfectly capable horror heroine here. The guy from Supernatural (not the guy everybody likes, the other guy) is fine too. Maybe Chad Michael Murray is a bit bland, but not offensively so. Apparently he's doing geezer teasers now? If he's playing the geezers, he's likely grown his range.

And I remember this being heavily marketed on the basis of Paris Hilton's role, and people playing up how bad she's supposed to be. Maybe because I avoided engaging with anything she was in at the time (which sounds like it could have been hard given how popular her show was, but one should not underestimate how good I was at putting in zero effort to keep up with current pop culture, something which still holds for anything outside cinema) and thus bear little contempt toward her, but I thought she was perfectly adequate, and I appreciate that both she and the movie treat each other with a baseline of seriousness. There could have been much more obnoxious versions of the movie, where either she phones it in or the movie uses her as a punchline. Anyway, I think Ebert describes her performance best: "The early reviewers have been harsh with Miss Hilton ('so bad she steals the show,' says The Hollywood Reporter), but actually she is no better or worse than the typical Dead Post-Teenager, and does exactly what she is required to do in a movie like this, with all the skill, admittedly finite, that is required."

#film #movie review #house of wax #jaume collet serra

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perfectcringecharacteroftheday · 2 years ago

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Serious question: what's with the weird pronouns? I transitioned 15 years ago and calling a Trans person "they" was just as bad as calling them an f-slur. Is it just a need to be as different as possible or..? Because honestly, if you want to be different in the queer community, just be a polite, level-headed person. We seem to have less and less of them in the community with each passing year. The neopronouns are just kinda insulting to trans folks tbh, it's not cool or edgy to appropriate us.

I love asks like this that bold facedly assume that because one expresses themselves non-normatively, it means they are a dirty liar who lies and has just been PRETENDING to be trans to their friends, family, medical providers, and general community, etc. For... oh look, over 10 years now.

Culturally, gendered pronouns are ways to express to others, and to self confirm for some, ones gender identity/presentation. It is not hard, in my opinion, to reason out how someone with a non-normative relationship with gender would use "weird" pronouns. Time moves on and opinions change and new ideas and ideals are relayed through communities as they grow and develop. Im sorry a twenty something from texas makes you feel like your transness is being appropriated, but in the end were just trans in different ways. Im sure most tran men wouldnt be comfortable using my more out there pronoun sets, just like i may feel stagnated if people only ever used he/him for me or if people used they/them for me.

Maybe instead of being wildly passive agressive and bad faith on anon, you can be the adult you claim to be and make some half hearted attempt to listen to the people you disagree withs reasonings an perspectives. God knows we have to listen to yours.

-mod hanni.

#nonny #cannibal.me

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innaeight · 9 months ago

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Hesitation is Death

Everyone is always so excited for New Years. The new year is a chance to focus on becoming the “best version of yourself” or focus on yourself and new chances to build new habits in replacement of the old ones you had. All those ideas honestly sound stupid at least in my own opinion. I spent my 2024 New Years at church and my church is a pretty small church compared to others in Texas, but this one night was packed like to the brim with people I have never seen before dancing sprightly and praying with hope towards the new year. While I was just standing there during prayers with my eyes closed pretending that I was praying. God forgive me, but I do that regularly to just examine my thoughts and feelings at that time. I was looking back on everything I had done that led me to where I am now. And I was just lost.

I feel like I have always been on my own, but I never felt more spaced out from reality than I did in that moment before the new year. I understand that my life isn’t even relatively bad compared to other people. Both my parents are married and they care alot about me plus I have friends who care about me, but I just couldn’t help harboring that feeling of detachment and separation from everything. I just didn’t feel content with the life I was living. I wanted more for myself. I decided then and there that I don’t want to have any goals for 2024 because society reinforces this idea that if you don’t achieve this, You are just a loser and you need to work harder to achieve that platformed goal.

After that thought generated in my head, I just started building an immense amount of resentment towards everybody in my church around me even though they had something and nothing to do with the social construct. I even started to resent myself for falling under this guise that my whole worth as a human being is determined by what cool clothes I wear, who I am friends with, how much money do I have currently, whether or not I have a lot of followers and likes on Instagram, I just started running all these different reasons as to why I am not at fault for feeling in this separated state when at the end of the day I am wholeheartedly at fault for even allowing all these external irrelevant conditions to affect the way I see myself and the other people around that I genuinely care for.

Before prayers concluded, I kept telling myself that you have to acknowledge you can only save yourself from becoming that version of yourself you absolutely despise. My life is my choice, but at one point in time my worth to myself was completely based upon things that people value. I didn’t even know if what I valued was really even my innate self actually wanting to be present. I wasn’t even on any type of suicidal mindset, but I was just contemplating how far in life will I be able to go and will I be able to even get that far?

After church prayers concluded, I was just still like the calm storm after a whole catastrophic storm of thoughts. I got up from my seat to use the restroom and the minute I got to the doorway of the congregation from the restroom, My seat was taken by an eager young adult who wanted to sit and enjoy the service. I couldn’t even be upset with him because he was just trying to get closer to God while I was just contemplating in my head. Instead of getting upset or just waiting to do the same to someone uninvolved. I told my mom who was insisting on me finding another seat that I was fine and could just wait by the door leading into the congregation.

In the moment I was kind of feeling a certain way, but I had to just let it go because that action wasn’t worth putting in some type of resentment towards someone who maybe didn’t even know that was someone’s seat. The whole interaction was completely irrelevant in the grand scheme of things, but as the vibrant and colorful music accompanied by the relentless and mercy warranting prayers came to a soft silent conclusion for the night to celebrate God beginning us in a new year, I ended up leaving the blank pale white wall towards the congregation to a bright vision for self introspection and affirmation with a clear understanding perspectives are what is important in regards to everything involved in the world. In that moment, I decided that humanity in general is just flawed and hypocritical, like we are all just products for an imaginary audience and if you don’t appeal to this audience by conforming to their ways then you are just a lost cause. I told myself that I didn’t want to be in a rat race with all these people in regards to being better than one another. I just want to be better than the person I was yesterday.

Even the smallest changes in life can bring huge amounts of character development. I will continue to believe in this idea in order to actually get a better understanding of myself as a human being in order to help the others around me who may need that support, but to also better myself everyday in regards to yesterday.

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hotshotsxyz · 3 years ago

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like we're trying to burn the night away (part one)

(buddie) (1.1k)

the boxing au that actually several people asked for lol. shout out to anon for the idea, and to @evanbucxley @tulipintulle and @therapyeddie for enabling me <3

Right hook.

Jab. Cross. Jab.

Slip left.

Right uppercut.

Roll.

And– fuck, Eddie stumbles. He throws a wild punch and it hurts, just the way he’d wanted it to. He squares back up to the bag and jabs one, two, three more times. He hits the bag wrong and it swings wide, and he kind of wants to scream.

He aims a kick at the bag, just because he can.

“Rough night?” someone asks, startling Eddie so bad he jumps.

He spares the stranger a glance, but in the shadows of the half-closed gym, it’s hard to make out his face. “You could say that,” he says. “Maddie let you in after close, too?”

The stranger snorts. “Something like that.” He takes a step closer, out of the shadows, and suddenly, Eddie knows exactly who he’s talking to. Evan “Buck” Buckley tilts his head to the side and looks at Eddie quizzically. “Maddie told me she gave someone after-hours access; she didn’t tell me that someone was Eddie Diaz.”

Eddie feels wrongfooted, all of a sudden. He hasn’t been recognized in years, certainly not since he moved to Los Angeles. “You know me?”

Buck shakes his head and grins. “Man, you were my hero when I was a kid. I never did understand why you gave it up.”

“Had a kid of my own,” Eddie shrugs. “He’s more important.”

“How old?” Buck asks. He pulls a wadded up pair of wraps from his pocket and begins to wind one around his wrist.

“Eight,” Eddie says with a small smile.

“You got him in the ring yet?”

Buck’s tone is wry and joking, and it makes Eddie bristle. “My kid can do anything he wants,” he snaps.

“Whoa, sorry, didn’t mean to suggest otherwise,” Buck says, holding his wrapped hands up in surrender.

“No, I’m–” Eddie pulls a glove off and scrubs his hand across his face tiredly. “Sorry. Not your fault. I just–” and suddenly, without warning, Eddie’s spilling his guts to a practical stranger. “His mom just died. And Christopher’s got CP, and my parents– I know they mean well, but they’re always holding him back, and now they want us to move back to Texas, and I’m just–”

“So angry you want to hit something?” Buck suggests.

Eddie lets out a breathy laugh. “Yeah, something like that.”

“Come on,” Buck says, pulling on his gloves and tipping his head towards the ring. “Let’s spar.”

“I couldn’t ask you–”

“You’re not asking, I am. And besides, you look like you could use a punching bag that hits back.”

And the thing is, he’s not wrong, but Eddie still has to ask– “It’s none of my business, but… do I need to worry about hurting you?” He nods towards Buck’s leg.

“Figures you’d know about that,” Buck says with a grimace.

Eddie’s fingers itch to reach out, to lay a comforting hand on a man he’s known less than twenty minutes. “For what it’s worth,” he says instead, “I’m sorry that happened.”

“It was a long time ago,” Buck says, as if two years is enough time to get over having to give up your dreams. “Besides, I’m in shape. Maddie told me you haven’t boxed in years, so seems like you’re the one who’s going to have trouble keeping up,” he smirks.

“Thought you said Maddie didn’t tell you who I was?” Eddie replies with a smirk of his own.

Buck flushes bright red. “Get in the ring, Diaz.”

“After you,” Eddie says with a laugh.

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Sparring with Buck is the most fun Eddie’s had in years. From the very beginning, they’re in tune, so much so that it feels more like dancing than it does fighting. Buck is excellent, and if it wasn’t for the way he favors his left leg, he’d probably be one of the best.

By the time they’re through, Eddie’s sweaty and exhausted and feels about a hundred pounds lighter.

“Man,” Buck says, breathing heavily, “You’re as good as they always said.”

“Likewise,” Eddie replies before sucking down a greedy gulp of water. “You can have my back any day.”

Buck flushes the same red as before. He ducks his head and looks up through his eyelashes at Eddie. “Or, you– you could have mine.”

Eddie grins and bites his lip. “You want to get something to eat?” he asks impulsively.

“I know just the place,” Buck says in lieu of an answer.

///

The diner is greasy and cheap and exactly what Eddie needs at– jesus, one in the morning.

“So how’d you end up in LA?” Buck asks, popping a fry in his mouth.

“It’s not a happy story.” Eddie shakes his head.

“Tell me anyway?”

There’s nothing but earnestness in Buck’s expression, and so, despite himself, Eddie does. “I got shot,” he says haltingly. “And when they sent me home, everything was a mess. Or– it was a mess before that, really, but I think I was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Shannon, Christopher’s mom, she left, and I was working three jobs just to keep us above water.” Eddie laughs mirthlessly. “My parents sat me down and told me Christopher would be better off without me. Maybe they were right, I don’t know. Anyway, I brought us here for a fresh start.”

“They were wrong,” Buck says, eyes blazing.

“You barely know me,” Eddie replies with a sad smile.

“I don’t have to,” Buck says. “Anyone with eyes could see how much you love that kid. You talk about him like he’s your whole world.”

“He is,” Eddie says simply.

“Then you’re a good dad. A hell of a lot better than mine, anyway.” Buck sits back with a huff and takes an enormous bite of his burger. “A’nyw’y,” he chews, “I go’ a goo’ sense f’r people.”

Eddie can’t help it– he laughs. He laughs, and laughs, until his stomach hurts and he’s afraid he’s going to start crying instead. “I’m really glad I met you,” he says when he finally gets a hold of himself.

“Me too,” Buck says. His smile is soft and genuine, and it strikes Eddie suddenly that this is something he could get used to. Something he wants to get used to.

Maybe he’s punch drunk, or maybe it’s the fact that it's nearing two and he hasn’t eaten food like this in years, but Eddie thinks that this might be it. That all this time, he wasn’t running away, he was running towards something. It’s absurd, because he’s known the man less than twenty four hours, and he’s currently sucking the dregs of his soda loudly through his straw, but Eddie thinks maybe, just maybe, he’s been running towards Buck.

#yeah I have no impulse control and y'all have let me get away with posting at this time of night before sooooo #here's the boxing au that was conceived of like 2 hours ago!#part 2 to come #911 #will post on ao3 when the whole thing is done!#911fic #911 fic #buddie #buddiefic #Evan buckley #Eddie diaz #Abbie writes #fic #will rb with the tag list in a moment!#userceecee

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keanureevesisbae · 3 years ago

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oblivious - c.1

Summary: Ivy Sullivan not only meets her new neighbor Erin, she finally discovers what the name of her grumpy neighbor is.

Captain Syverson x Ivy Sullivan

Wordcount: 2.4k

Warning: Mentions of parents who passed away

Masterlist // Oblivious masterlist // Previous chapter

When I was younger, it was often said that I had too much energy. I honestly don’t think there is a thing such as ‘too much energy’, especially not with children. Besides, maybe the other kids I was surrounded by were just borderline comatose and couldn’t keep up with me and that, my dear friends, is simply not my fault.

Working at the local gym as both a personal trainer, pilates instructor, HIIT trainer and the body combat instructor, means I get plenty of exercise in on a daily basis and also have an outlet for my apparently excessive energy level I still have.

By the time I get home from my day at work, I quickly take a shower and change into one of my billion sports sets. Having a job that requires a lot of athleisure, makes me nearly forget I have to buy clothes consisting of jeans, blouses and dresses.

I mean, I have to be a little bit presentable from time to time.

The move to Lubbock, Texas was an odd one, I agree, but there was no way I’d stay one more second in my hometown: Denver, Colorado.

At least the place I should call home, but never quite got to.

From the minute I was born, it was evident my parents didn’t want me. At least, their families didn’t want me. They were teen parents and had to give me up. They went across state lines, dumped me into the system and from that moment on I was stuck in the damn system.

But, the woman who handled my case was always positive. Every time I was adopted, she told me that this could be it. I got adopted three times, but was returned very quickly because the families and I weren’t a match. I was too much for them and they couldn’t deal with me.

It was okay, because I hated getting attached to people and going from foster place to foster place was more my thing. Okay, that isn’t true, but not attaching to people became a comfortable normal for me.

I grab my watering can, fill it with water and decide to water my plants. Sure, I’d like to watch a movie as I’m preparing dinner, but the flowers and plants look very very sad in my front yard and it made me feel bad.

I walk outside and as I’m watering some plants, I see a girl with light brown hairs strolling in the middle of the road. It’s kinda late for a young girl to be wandering outside. ‘Hey, little one,’ I say from my porch and she looks up. ‘What on earth you doing here? It’s late.’

‘Sorry miss,’ she sniffles. Oh no, is she crying?

I place the watering can on the ground. ‘You okay?’

She walks over to the sidewalk and shakes her head. ‘No, I hate my life.’

Oh dear, she is already in that puberty phase? I was sixteen when I came to the conclusion that my life pretty much sucked, but how old is this girl? Twelve tops.

‘Why do you hate your life?’ I ask her.

She takes a deep sigh and says: ‘Well, my parents died four weeks ago, my stupid uncle now has to take care of me and my sisters and he hates taking care of us.’

Okay, reasons enough to hate her life, I’ll give her that. Poor thing. ‘Damn,’ I mumble, before realizing it isn’t a wise idea to say “damn” in front of a preteen. I remember when I was her age, if not younger, and I knew my fair share of—and I quote—“bad words”. I got in tons of trouble. I pretend I didn’t just say “damn” and walk over to her to say: ‘Why are you wandering around at this hour? I honestly hate to be that type of woman, but it’s rather unsafe for you to walk around this time. I mean, something barely happens here, but leave it for now that—’

Maybe, I shouldn’t be talking about serial killers and rapists to a young girl. Especially since she is still so young. The fact I knew about this way too soon in my life, doesn’t mean I need to tell her all the ins and outs of awful people right here on my lawn.

‘You know, forget about that. Let me get you home. Where do you live?’

‘Down the road,’ she says. ‘A few doors over.’

‘Really?’

She nods. ‘Number 124.’

Wait a minute, I think I know who her stupid uncle is. This son of a bitch literally drove his truck passed my house a few months back, when I was moving and he didn’t even offer his help after he gawked at me. The other day I saw him, with a figurative thunder storm roaring above his head, so I kinda get it when the girl says he is her stupid uncle and I’m not surprised he hates taking care of her and her sisters.

He looks like a jerk.

‘Okay, well, let me get you home,’ I say. ‘It’s getting later and he must be worried.’

She scoffs. ‘As if.’

Okay, she is not moving and while I spend my fair share of time in a gym, I don’t know if I can drag a recalcitrant girl her height all the way down the road. ‘What’s your name?’ I ask her instead.

‘I’m Erin.’

‘That’s a cute name. I’m Ivy,’ I say. I look at my Apple Watch and suggest: ‘How about you come in? I can offer you a drink, something to eat, maybe a jacket and after that we start walking towards your place?’

Her eyes start to sparkle. ‘Really?’

‘Really, Erin,’ I say with a smile and together we walk inside.

She sits down at my bar and looks around. ‘You have a lovely home, miss Ivy.’

‘Thank you, darling.’ This is the first house I actually own myself and don’t have to share with sleazy figures and a hallway rat family. I love off white, some blush pink and tons of accessories. I maybe went a tad bit overboard, but it’s my house, so I don’t care about other people’s opinions.

Though Erin saying I have a lovely home, does strike a cord.

I grab a water bottle from the fridge and give her a heads up to catch it. Her reflexes are better than I expected, because she catches it out of the air. ‘Nice.’ I grab a chocolate bar and sit on the other side of the bar. ‘Okay, now tell me: why do you hate your life and why did you walk away from home?’

‘It’s not my home,’ she bites back.

‘You want some chocolate?’ I ask her and she nods. ‘Then watch your tone.’

She nods again. ‘Sorry. It’s just that my uncle is being super unfair. He constantly tells me that I have to help him, like I’m some sort of second mom, which I’m not.’

‘Clearly,’ I say. ‘So, lemme get this straight: your parents die—which I’m really sorry to hear—and then your uncle has to take care of you and your sisters?’

Erin nods. ‘Yeah. He’s my dad’s brother.’

‘And I take it that you aren’t close to him?’

‘No, he has been in the military since way before I was born. I hardly know him.’

‘Must be hard then,’ I say, ‘losing your parents, moving in with some random uncle you don’t know.’

‘Exactly,’ Erin exclaims, ‘and now I’m like a second mom to my sisters, which I never had to be when my parents were still alive.’

‘Your uncle got a wife?’

Erin cocks an eyebrow and I quickly roll my eyes.

‘No, not like that. It’s more because I’m wondering if he or someone close to him has experience with taking care of kids. Usually that’s a wife, which is kinda sexist, I now realize.’

She shakes her head. ‘But what has that to do with anything?’

‘Well,’ I say, ‘maybe he is figuring out how to take care of you and your sisters. I mean, you told me he was in the military. I don’t think he has a lot of experience in dealing with young kids. How old are your sisters?’

‘Six and three.’

Oh, isn’t that absolutely darling? I shrug. ‘Some people are not born to be educators nor parents. Really, some people are absolutely clueless and I’m betting a lot of money that your uncle is one.’

‘But he is an adult,’ Erin says. ‘Shouldn’t he get his act together?’

I break a piece of chocolate, pushing it in the middle. ‘Maybe, but you know: he lost your parents too and now he has to take care of three young girls. That’s a bit of a change, going from military to parent basically.’

‘Are you taking his side?’

Erin has mastered the bitchy tone again, so I cock my eyebrow. ‘What did I say to you about that tone, missy?’

‘Sorry,’ she says, before she sighs deeply. ‘But, are you? Taking his side?’

‘No, honey, I’m trying to humanize him for you a little bit. Maybe instead of running away, you should talk to him. Tell him how you feel.’

‘I tried,’ Erin says, ‘but that never works. He barely listens to me, except when I say something he doesn’t like. Then all of the sudden he listens to me.’

This girl got it all figured out and that I applaud.

‘Men can be like that,’ I say. ‘It’s annoying, I agree.’

She smiles. ‘Can I ask you something else?’

I nod.

‘You have a boyfriend?’

That is indeed totally something else. I can’t stop my laugh, as I shake my head. ‘No, I don’t.’

‘So, I take it you don’t have kids?’

I shake my head again. ‘Nope, don’t have that either.’

‘Then why do you know so much about kids and parents then? Your advice, it seemed so, teacher like.’

I start to smile. ‘Well, I’m not a teacher nor a parent. Grew up around a lot of kids.’

‘How so? You have a lot of siblings?’ Her eyes seem to sparkle again and I almost say that I do have a lot of siblings.

But on the other hand, maybe I shouldn’t beat around the bush. Maybe I’ll see her again and then I have to confess I lied to her. ‘I grew up in foster care,’ I say. ‘Was adopted a few times, returned the same amount of times and after a while, you’re too old to be adopted, because people want babies. So, I was in foster care with a lot of other kids.’

‘That must’ve been hard,’ Erin says.

I nod. ‘It was, but you know what it taught me?’

She shakes her head.

‘That some people are born parents, some people learn to be parents and some are just plain unfit. Your uncle might not be a born parent, but there is a possibility that he can learn to be. It’s unfair to you and your sisters of course that you are going to face some, if not all of his mistakes and hurtful words, but these things take time. He wasn’t a parent and now all of the sudden he is. He hasn’t gotten time to adjust to this idea, like others. He is gifted three girls out of the blue.’

She takes a bite of the chocolate. ‘You know, you’re like an old lady trapped in a young woman’s body.’

I start to laugh. ‘Oh, aren’t you hilarious. I’ve been giving you water, feeding you chocolate and that is how you thank me?’

She chuckles. ‘Thank you, miss Ivy.’

‘Of course, kid. I’m just glad you’re able to smile again and if my old lady advice helped, then I’ll just take it. Okay, now it’s time for you to go home and because I’m a lovely and caring woman, I’ll walk you there myself.’

Erin nods. ‘Miss Ivy, can I ask you something?’

‘Sure thing, Erin.’

‘Can I hang out with you from time to time? I… I sometimes need to get my mind ordered and I feel like you could help me. Me being here could help me.’

I smile, especially when she hooks her arm through mine when I stand next to her. ‘Sure, I work though, so you have to check if I’m home or not, okay?’

‘What do you do for work?’ she asks when we walk out of the door.

‘I’m an instructor at the gym close by. I teach yoga, HIT training and sometimes do a little bit of personal training if someone needs my help.’

‘That’s so cool,’ she says. ‘You’re cool.’

‘Oh, honey, you’re flattering me.’

The walk to her house is literally two minutes. I walk up the porch, nearly dragging the young girl with me. ‘No, no, no, no,’ I say, ‘I gave you shelter for the time being, food and drinks and great old lady advice. Now you get your tush right here.’

‘I hate you,’ she says, but she is not serious. I like how she’s comfortable with me already. I already know I’m great with kids, but for years I barely was around them, because I did courses, worked a lot and didn’t have friends who had kids.

I knock on the door, when I find out that she doesn’t have a key. The door opens and the man I had in mind when she described him to me, is indeed her uncle. ‘Hello,’ I say, ‘I’m here to hand you back your niece.’

‘Where have you been?’

Okay, once a military man, always a military man. I’ve been adopted once by a former military couple and boy, did they not know how to take care of me.

‘Out,’ she grumbles.

‘Damn it, Erin, what have I told you?’

I now know I can say damn in front of Erin. Don’t know if that’s good, but still, I now can. ‘Don’t worry, she was at my place.’

‘Get inside.’

Okay, he is totally ignoring me. Piece of shit. ‘I think we got off on the wrong foot. My name is Ivy, I live down the road and—’

‘Yeah, sure,’ he says, not sparing me a look. ‘Go to your room.’

I roll my eyes again and I look over at Erin. She simply nods. ‘Bye Ivy,’ she says.

‘Bye Erin.’ I look at her uncle and say: ‘Be kind to her.’

He ignores me, which I’m not surprised at, but he spares me one look, before closing the door behind him.

Son of a bitch.

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theorganasolo · 4 years ago

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javier peña is a softie deep down and here is why

so I finished watching narcos a few weeks ago and have obviously fallen in love with javier peña and felt compelled to make a post about how much of a good man he is and HOW HE IS A GOOD PERSON AND A SOFTY DEEP DOWN I SWEAR -

Idk people like to write him off as an asshole but there’s so much more to him than that - he’s a very complex character

Ok so first things first: this man really does want to do the right thing no matter the cost, which unfortunately has some bad outcomes because the system is so corrupt. Like working with los pepes wasn’t the best move BUT he did it to help take down escobar - i am still so pissed he got sent home after all the work he put in - BUT ANYWAY

He always has steve’s back even if it’s trying to bring justice for his cat THIS IS A GRINGO CAT OF THE DEA FVFDHIVFDJ -

and when steve was getting reprimanded by messina in s2, javi had his back and was saying how steve was trying to go after connie and olivia. Like when steve told him that connie was at the airport ready to leave, javi did not hesitate in telling him to go after them.

Another time with steve that i like is in s2 when javi knows he is about to get in trouble with the dea due to his involvement with los pepes and he’s having a convo with him and he says “if they come after you about what I’ve been doing, protect yourself first. You didn’t know anything.” another example of how he’s always looking out for everyone.

He made sure jorge was protected in s3 and got him and his family to the us and when jorge was being questioned javi stood up for him

Javi also tries to do right with his informants and this leads me to my next point

JAVI RESPECTS SEX WORKERS

He always treats them with respect and doesn’t look down on them for their profession and even went out of his way to go help Helena after she was being raped and abused.

Also later on when javi and carillo are pursuing gacha, carillo tells javi it’s his call to take gacha in alive or not and javi says to take him out, after talking about it with a twitter mutual we think he has him killed as a way of getting revenge after what he did to helena.

He will also go get his informants visas to get to the US as a way of protecting them - this has happened several times on the show, and i bet it happened more often than what we saw.

All of this points to javi forming attachments to his informants and why is this? Well, for one thing I think it’s because it’s one of the only things that is in his control down in Colombia. Escobar doesn’t play by the rules, so you never know what he’s going to do or who will pay the price. Javi knows this, so if he can assure himself that his informants are protected (by getting them a visa or letting them hide in his apartment) i think it makes him feel a bit better. Another reason why I think he forms attachments is because he doesn’t really have anyone else, Steve has Connie and Javi is just alone. I think he would be afraid to get in a serious relationship down in colombia because they might end up killed or have a target on their backs for being associated with him. So all he can do is have sex with them as a way to cope with the shit he’s scene and try to forget about it.

Side note: the scene where he and steve go to the brothel and javi is like “yo i have never seen this place in my life” and then 2 min later he’s like “oh, hi vanessa” - PEAK COMEDY

Kudos to javi to contributing to the economy in colombia

ALSO

Javi is a person that women trust in general. Like connie went to javi when she couldn’t get to her husband to protect an informant because she knew she would be safe with javi.

And then when steve went missing she immediately went to javi knowing he would drop everything and help her, which he did

Then in s2 one of his informants brought another informant to his house because she knew he would help her!! Which later turned out to be a set up :/ but he still was trying to help

And in s3 after he rescues christina from the jungle he immediately puts his arms around her to comfort her OOF i just

Idk everyone calls javi this unfeeling asshole but then that scene after carillo dies? THE GUILT HE FEELS because it was a set up but he didn’t know he was trying to take down escobar and he thought this would be it djfkbvdfkvbdvnskvbdfjvf i just wanted to hug him in that scene

HE IS SOFT DEEP DOWN OK I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

I just head canon that this man is a big softy at heart and s3 really confirms this

When he’s at that wedding back home and sees lorraine again...now hear me out yeah it was bad he left her at the altar BUT he acknowledges that and apologizes to her, and she had already forgiven him.

When he tells steve that story in s1 it really broke my heart because javi was like “trust me she’s better off” like no sweetie you deserve happiness and comfort too.

Back to s3 when they’re talking about how he left her she was like “can you imagine if we got married” and obviously meant it as an insult AND HIS FACE LOOKS SO SAD AFTER dbfvfdbvhdf pls lorraine javi is a different person now

And then after their convo he looks at her when she picks up one of her kids and his face I SWEAR his face has a look of longing on it I KNOW DEEP DOWN THIS MAN WANTS A QUIET LIFE WITH A FAMILY I KNOW IT - he just seemed so lonely in this wedding scene

this is further emphasized in s3 when javi is doing the jungle rescue for franklin’s wife and he’s talking to berna and this conversation happens:

PLS LOOK AT HIS FACE dfbhjvbdflvdf kvjdfbh no no he does not like living out of a suitcase, that’s just how his life is unfortunately BUT HE DESERVES TO HAVE A HOME, SOMEONE WHO CARES ABOUT HIM, A FAMILY javi you deserve all of the good things i promise you.

I like to think that after the show takes place he would find a nice girl and settle down with her and have a family because he’s such a different person from when he left lorraine, to after everything he went through in Colombia. After being through that intensity he deserves to have a rest, and I know he’s wanted to be out of Laredo so I feel like maybe he would go to a bigger city in Texas, maybe Dallas? or maybe live in a suburb outside a big city?

A lot of fics I’ve read have had him as a professor after the events of Narcos and I really like that idea!

TO CONCLUDE

Javi is not some dick without feelings, he’s using sex as a coping mechanism cause he doesn’t have anybody :(

It just makes me so sad how little he thinks of himself, from his comments about lorraine being better off without him to saying “i’m not a hero.” you can tell people haven’t told him that he is a good person, so why would he believe that he is?

Anyways javier peña deserves better and needs a hug which I can and will provide you with sir

#javier peña #javier pena #narcos #pedro pascal #javier peña x reader #javier pena x reader #javier peña x you #javier peña imagine #literally nobody asked for this #but I love javi so much #I hope you all enjoy this!

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realcube · 4 years ago

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soft haikyuu!! boys with a baddie* s/o 😈

characters: yamaguchi, hinata, suga, akaashi, nishinoya & tendou

tw// swearing

*(a/n): anon requested a kinda sassy, sarcastic reader and verbatim ‘she is basically a salt bag, but she also has like some sugar’ so i simplified that down to baddie :) so the reader isn’t really a delinquent but they are a bit rough around the edges uffabvrslbv

Tadashi Yamaguchi

he definitely thinks you’re really cool and he wants to be just like you :O

bc you give off ‘bad bitch who doesn’t care about what other ppl think about them’ energy and what he would give tO HAVE THAT!!

so that’s when he knew he needed to be your friend >:)

so he was like ‘tsukki, go talk to (y/n) for me >:)’ thinking that was his first step to becoming confident pfft

luckily, god was on his side though bc the teacher rearranged the seats and you and him were sitting next to each other

hence, he got the opportunity to talk to you without it seeming too forced

you both fell for each other so hard

like he would act tough to try impress you but you preferred his natural softness while you tried to act uncharacteristically docile so you wouldn’t scare him off but he liked you for your boldness

it was a match made in heaven 💞

he eventually worked up the courage to ask you out one day and y’all have just been falling more ever since

although, that doesn’t mean yamaguchi’s forgotten one of the main reasons he wanted to be with you in the first place

‘please teach me your ways, (y/n)!’ he pleaded, his head resting on your lap so you had to cover his puppy-eyes with your phone

‘no, tadashi. firstly, you’re sweet and gentle- you’re just built like that. secondly, i don’t have any ‘ways’ to teach you!’

yamaguchi continued to pry, ‘then how are you just so effortlessly self-assured?’

‘who told you that, tadashi?’

‘no one.’ yamaguchi poked the back of your hand to get you to move it, ‘but remember that time one of the guys in our class tried to make fun of the size of your head and you told him to shut up?’

you rolled your eyes, setting your phone aside before placing a brief kiss on yamaguchi’s forehead, ‘he said he couldn’t see the board because of my ‘big head’, tadashi; that’s hardly an insult. also, what else could i have possibly said other than that?’

but then you remembered this is yamaguchi you’re talking to; if that was him, he’d probably apologise, move his head aside then cry in the bathroom or sumn.

‘i should be the one asking you why you’re so insecure. i mean, i know everyone is a little bit insecure about something but you just take it to a whole other level.’ you mused, absentmindedly massaging his scalp

yamaguchi frowned, ‘exactly! teach me how to stop being insecure.’

‘no please, no thank you?’ you inquired with a snicker, realising that your habits might of accidentally rubbed off on him

bc just a few weeks ago, he’d be thanking you for breathing the same air as him but now he didn’t even say ‘please’ when asking for a favour

gasp

‘please teach me how to be resilient, (y/n).’

you chuckled, leaning down to whisper in his ear, ‘okay, since you’re so polite, i’ll tell you my secret - but promise not to tell anybody else!.’

‘i promise.’ yamaguchi replied without hesitation

‘okay, first thing you need to do is go to the depths of hell and find satan hims--’

yamaguchi let out a sigh as he realised that you weren’t being serious then playfully flicked your forehead away, ‘rude.’

you beamed, pressing another kiss upon his forehead, ‘i know~’

Shōyō Hinata

let’s not pretend hinata wasn’t shitting his pants when he first heard about you from kageyama

‘they called me a shitty setter the other day.’

but kageyama failed to mention the part where he cut you in line for lunch 🙄 mans had it coming

like hinata genuinely thought that if he came within a 5 foot radius of you, you’d literally come for volleyball career

plus, hinata knew he had a lot of things to be insults on (mostly, his height) so he decided to keep his distance at first

but when he actually saw you - rather than a vague description that kageyama conjured - he kinda fell head over heels

well, not only bc of your looks - he isn’t that shallow

but the same day, you dropped your purse/wallet on the walk home and ,mhsince hinata was walking behind you, he acted as any good Samaritan would; picked it up then handed it to you

then you said something along the lines of ‘thanks, shorty.’

not shawty. lord- shorty as in short with a y at the end

and whether you meant that as a dig or not was beyond him - but either way, he fkn adored it

also it doesn’t matter whether you are taller or shorter than hinata- he is still short-stuff >:)

by some miracle he managed to ask you out successfully and he’s kinda been glued to you ever since

like he wants to spend every second that he’s not at volleyball club/school with you

and if you tell him he’s being clingy, he’s going to cry-

nonono jk jk

he’d probably be a bit offended but then give you your space

also, you noticed how he was really endeared by the tad mean nicknames you gave him like ‘shorty’, ‘short stuff’ and ‘ginger’

the only ones he didn’t like was ‘boke’ or ‘dumbass’ bc it reminded him too much of kageyama + tsukishima

so you started calling him these things - teasingly - more frequently

and he loves it ngl

as long as you aren’t truly mean to him, he enjoys being called these things by you for some reason

so, his first mistake was assuming that you’d like being called these joking nicknames just as much as he does

you were helping him with english once and it’s definitely not his strong suit

same, hinata

‘look at that! you spelt all your vocabs correctly, for a change.’ you commented, peering over the desk at the paper sitting in front of him

his eyes widened and his lips curled into a hopeful smile, ‘really?!’

‘no.’ you snickered, pointing to the first word on the list. ‘your word was taxis - you wrote ‘texas’, dumbass.’

hinata let out an exasperated sigh, propping his elbow onto the table to rest his cheek on his palm

then, he had an idea ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

‘alright, stupidface, should i rewrite them?’

you gasped, furrowing your brows at what he just called you

for a moment, you thought you might’ve misheard him but upon observing his smug expression, you realised that he really did just call you a ‘stupidface’

so you burst out laughing

obviously, hinata was rather shocked at your reaction

‘hey! what’s so funny?’

‘di- di- did you just call me a ‘stupidface’?!’ you panted in-between cackles, clutching your stomach to soothe the butterflies

hinata jutted out his bottom lip and folding his arms over his chest, ‘yeah, what about it?’

‘that is so cute!- do it again!’ you demanded, enthusiastically slamming your fist against the desk

‘IT’S NOT CUTE!’ hinata barked, playfully flicking your forehead

once you caught your breath, you took hinata’s hands and looked him dead in the eyes, ‘you’re fucking adorable, shōyō.’

the hoarseness of your voice making it sound like somewhat of a threat

‘you’re adorable-er, (y/n).’

‘i know.’

Kōshi Sugawara

he admires how strong and independent you are/seem 😍

and the fact you don’t go out of your way to suck-up to ppl

he kinda wants to be like you in that sense but unlike yamaguchi, he accepts that he’s way too much of a people pleaser for that lol

so he sticks to admiring you from afar

then he musters up the courage to ask you out with some chocolate cupcakes; the same kind that you accidentally got on his blazer on the first day of second year :))

and you say yes (╯▽╰ )

also a big part of your relationship is aggressive positivity ✨😡

like if he makes a joke about looking crusty, you’ll promptly respond, ‘shut up, kōshi - you look so hot.’

or if you berate yourself for getting a poor mark on a test, suga will interrupt with no hesitation, ‘fuck off, (y/n), you’re literally so smart and hard working - you’ll probably get 100% on the next test.’

also when he’s around you he switches between canon and fanon suga rapidly

one second he’s like ‘aww, are you stressed bc of school? i’ll bake you some cookies, baby--’ then you’ll jokingly make a comment about his post-practise B.O and he’ll literally get so defensive

‘WOW I OFFER YOU SOMETHING NICE AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?! STOP BEING SO MEAN TO ME, COMING FOR MY INSECURITES LIKE THAT - I WAS JUST ABOUT TO GO FOR A SHOWER ANYWAY GEEZ’ ┗|｀O′|┛

ISVBFELIAEA plz he is too much ✋

he just prides himself in smelling like ocean breeze 99% of the time so you really didn’t need to hurt his feelings like that when you caught him lackin c’mon LMAO

‘wait so are we making cookies or not?’ you inquired, stifling a snicker at his little diva moment

‘ofc we are 🥺’

he’ll probably use red icing on one of the cookies to draw a ‘>:(’ face then hand it to you, saying that he drew you

he’ll also break of bits of his own cookie and feed it to you’re doing something that requires both hands like typing, homework, dishes etc

whether you eat it from his hand happily, decline his offer or bite his fingers off is really up to you

and over time, he probably picks up on some of your traits too

especially being more straight-forward

the team will never forget the first time he was chatting about something with the vice principle and ‘sorry, but i don’t remember asking’ fell from his lips

everyone was shocked :o

tsukishima, tanaka & noya were so impressed tho

and so were you IVBEAOGVRN

‘wow, suga. you wanna be me so bad.’ you gloated, pressing your hand against your chest

‘GAEIVBSLR leave me alone.’ he growled, toiling over the apology letter he was currently writing to the vice principal

Keiji Akaashi

he wanted you to be the dark academia to his light academia pfft

it was very much love at first sight btw

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:��ﾟ✧ soulmates *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

the embodiment of opposites attract

he’d write you a poem/love letter to ask you out lol

‘you’re so sappy and lame, akaashi’ you scoffed in attempt to hide the smile that was tugging at the corners of your lips as your eyes finally parted from the letter to meet his

he couldn’t help but chuckle, ‘so is that a no?’

‘-nonono!’ you shook your head rapidly, hastily correcting him, ‘it’s a yes.’

phew

honestly, he acted all nonchalant on the outside, but akaashi would’ve been devastated if you rejected him

like he constantly tried to remind himself that you would probably say no, i mean he thought you were way out of his league. plus, it didn’t seem as though you were as much of a romantic as him

but fortunately, apart of him stayed hopeful

now he was cuddled up beside you on a cold winters’ evening, casually drinking is hot cocoa as you both watched a disney movie (❤´艸｀❤)

he’s the type to not even care or retort if you call him stupid or whatever

as long as your context makes it clear that you’re joking

he’d never call you those names back though ✋

to him, you’re always gonna be ‘love’ or ‘sweetheart’

also, he’s probably equally as sarcastic as you so that’s not an issue

ngl he probably gets really insecure when you’re hesitant about PDA tho

like he just wants to hold your hand but he doesn’t want to force it upon you and make you uncomfortable 🥺

but also, perhaps you’re too embarrassed by him to kiss him in public

so please occasionally reassure him that you love him (；′⌒`) that always washes all his worries away

Yū Nishinoya

it’s literally canon that he likes ppl who show 0 interest in him (kiyoko, tsukki etc)

so it shouldn’t be surprising that he’s all over you after that one time you called him a midget

to be fair, he had it coming - he stepped on your fkn toe >:((

he does everything in his power to impress you and get you to take back what you said

‘hey, (y/n)!’ he calls out to you in the middle of the bustling lunch hall, ‘could a midget do this?!’ *backflips off the table*

or when he demanded that you come to one of his volleyball games so you could see what he’s capable of and whenever he makes a good receive, he turns to look at you in the stands and winks/ points

or when he actually studies for a test just so he can flaunt his slightly above average grade to you

‘look, (y/n), i got a 49%!’ he waves a paper in front of your face, which you stare at before lowering your gaze onto your 95%.

but ngl..he really brings out that lil’ bit of sugar in you

‘well done, noya.’ you choked out feeling your dignity slowly fade in your chest

he’s just so enthusiastic and charming how can you be mean to him 🥺

to his face, at least

as soon as he leaves you beef about him to your friends

‘he is so annoyingly bodacious - audacious! why does he feel the need to show me all of his achievements like i care??? and why does he have to be so cute while doing it???’

‘do you think you maybe have a teeny-tiny crush on him?--’

‘never.’

nishinoya probably asks you out pretty casually like ‘lemme take you bowling this saturday and i can show how good i am at that too!’ he offered with a bright, bold smile

‘sure, whatever.’

‘kay! it’s a date!’

‘wut-’ but before you could question him further, he sped off

nishinoya really likes to fluster and tease you

you’ll be sitting waiting for him at the park or whatever and he’ll swagger in and shout something like ‘how’s my gorgeous s/o doing today?! i hope you weren’t waiting for me too long!--’

then you’ll have to quickly shush him before everyone with a 7 feet radius is looking at you judgementally

he also likes to call you the most extra nicknames just to see you blush

‘good morning, my beautiful, divine, radiant god(dess) who i worship every morning of my life!~’ he sung as he waltzed into your classroom to spend lunch with you

but he only does that bc you are so dismissive of his advances lol

like if you openly adored his kisses and nicknames, he’d probably do them sparingly

oh and he calls you ‘my hunny bunny’ too - don’t ask why

Satori Tendō

you gave him your number/snap for a project and he’s one of those ppl that just assumes that y’all are friend now lol

but that wasn’t nessicarily a bad thing bc you thought he was really cool and you were happy that you still got to talk to him even after the project was over

not that you’d ever admit it tho (╹ڡ╹ )

he’d send you cursed memes at 3AM and you’d reply like ‘mood’ then he’d fall for you

you’d also have random, deep convos in the middle of the night

hence he fell for you even harder

especially bc he basically just shared his whole life story with you

he’d spill out all his insecurities to you then you’d reply like ‘ok’ then he knew he had to ask you out bc you’re the first person not to have left him on read

so he asked you to meet him in the park and you’d reply ‘no lol 🖕 ‘

then he’d just smile at his phone like ‘wow, they’re so in love with me’

he’s just so used to his friends being mean to him jokingly that he can’t even tell if you’re being serious or not

so he goes to the park at the time he put forward, and ofc you’re there even though you said no bc you didn’t want tendō to show up for nothing 🥺

he was ecstatic that you were there and he probably brought you an energy drink or lollipop then asked you out

and ofc you said yes

i mean- you had kinda developed a soft spot for the poor guy

you’d let him get away with certain things that others couldn’t around you

for instance, you’d let him borrow your pencils/pens despite usually not allowing others to get ahold of your stuff

but that was just coz like- he’s your trustworthy bf- not some random classmate who had no reason or motive to be kind enough to return your pencils

also, you’d let him cut in front of you in the lunch line and he did the same for you

oh and please bully anyone who makes fun of him 🙏

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