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A Little Blood Never Scared Me ||Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x Female!Reader||
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol consumption/drunkenness. Descriptions of injury, blood and violence. Descriptions of the disconnect between being home and being out in the field. A few swear words and so much fluff near the end your teeth will rot.
Tags: Written (very late, sorry!) for @glitterypirateduck 's October 141 writing challenge because I currently have an unhealthy obsession with Modern Warfare. Prompts used include 2 characters (Gaz and Price), Damsel in Distress, and Taking Care of Each other.
Words: 4091
Summary: It can be difficult to readjust to civilian life without appropriate distractions. Or - the story of how Gaz can't help but play the role of knight in shining armor despite being on leave and meets the best distraction yet.
It’s never easy to come home and rejoin the real world.
Out in the middle of some war-torn territory it’s easy to forget how…mundane, it all is. When he exchanges the hard smoothness of his rifle for the hard smoothness of a whisky tumbler at the local pub it all feels very surreal. There’s nothing more foreign than the flimsy weight of a kitchen knife when your used to a combat blade. Hell, even his nose keeps twitching because the shower gel he uses at home isn’t the same as the standard issue soaps he’s used to at the barracks. He’s gone from scentless to being a human Yankee candle and it’s making his skin crawl almost as much as the clattering of pool balls, pinging in his ears like the deafening roar of a mortar strike. That being said, the burn in his throat is a welcome distraction, as is the company. Price has a way of putting it all into perspective he’s just yet to master and if Kyle has chosen him as his own personal Obi-wan, well, Price doesn’t need to know.
“You called your mum yet?” He asks him, eyes crinkling at the edges as he smirks a bit at Kyle’s obvious wince. Shaking his head, the younger man taps his fingers against the side of his tumbler before lifting it to his lips. He pauses, briefly, eyes lifting to meet piercing, amused blue.
“Will when I’m ready, you know what she’s like.” He sips, savouring the grounding burn in the back of his throat. With his glass safely back on the table he lifts his cap, running a hand over his hair. It’s grown uncomfortable long, definitely not as short as he usually has it, but maybe that’s just him being overly aware of the regulations he doesn’t need to adhere to as much on leave. Price grunts a bit in acknowledgement, watching his sergeant carefully, and Kyle hates the feeling that somehow, he’s being looked through instead of at. Price has always been good at that to, the man’s instincts borderline supernatural, at least in Kyle’s opinion.
“Worrying about her son? How dare she.” There’s not a hint of mockery in Price’s voice but the underlying message is clear to Kyle. Get your head right and call your mother, you prick.
“Think she’s more worried about my sister at this point, what with her due and all.” Kyle deflects him from the crux of the matter with practiced ease, but he knows he only gets away with it because Price lets him. He’s not really sure he wants to delve too deeply into the idea that home feels like coarse sand in his boots and the smell of gunpowder instead of the plush carpets and excessive luxury of a 60-inch TV screen in his apartment.
“Due already? Thought she’d only just got knocked up?” Price’s eyes flicker about, tracking something over his shoulder. Kyle immediately feels his hackles raise but the subtle stiffening of his muscles is something he just about manages to push away with another admittedly large sip of his drink. It’s only someone exiting the bathroom.
“Watch it, might be my Captain but that’s my sister you’re talking about.” He warns lightly. Price grins a bit. Kyle let’s his eyes slide over the pub. They’ve chosen a table off to the side, tucked out of the way of prying eyes in such a position that let’s them see the entire room – not even Price can kick that instinct. There’s a middle-aged couple that appear to be on a date in the corner booth, smiling and ignorant of the world around them. A few rowdy regulars that the bartender dotes on at the dartboard let out another cheer as someone hits something remarkably close to a bullseye. It’s a bog-standard pub all in all, from the exposed wooden beams to the threadbare carpet that reeks of long-spilled booze and something that attempted to clean the spill. Nothing here to fear.
“She ready for the little one to arrive?” Price asks the question as if he has any way of knowing the answer. The disconnect between him and his family after months away is just as surreal to him as the prospect of cooking his own meals again rather than ripping open an MRE and praying it was somewhat edible this time. Price leads the conversation with the mastery of knowing the steps to the dance. It’s an easy routine, a simple one, and it brings him more comfort than he dares say. There’s aimless chatter and there’s noise but not too much noise, a good drink, and a warm atmosphere that almost, almost, mimics the heat of whatever godforsaken dessert he’s traipsed through this time. It’s grounding and mundane and a slow ease back into the reality of what everyday life tends to be when you aren’t being shot at or hanging from helicopters. By the time their three drinks in, Kyle feels less like a rattle snake coiled to strike and a little more human again.
The group at the dartboard have only gotten rowdier, and they’ve stumbled their way back over to the bar for another round. A shared glance is all it takes for Kyle to know this will be their last drink tonight, better to leave before anything kicks off amongst the herd of drunken fools and sets them back into fight or flight mode.
“I’ll call my Mum tomorrow.” Kyle relents finally, meeting Price’s eyes for a tad longer than necessary just to show he means it.
Price gives an approving nod, “Good lad.”
He glances over at the group at the bar, the boisterous laughter turning his head as he watches a woman gingerly skirt her way around them to head for the bathrooms. His eyes narrow in distaste as a particularly loud wolf-whistle makes your head duck and your pace increase. He understands their attraction, you’re easy on the eyes, but you clearly don’t want to be bothered either and he can see the flush on your cheeks is just as much down to embarrassment as it is alcohol consumption.
“Alright, who’s paying then?” He asks, tearing his eyes from your figure once he knows your safely tucked in the ladies out of their eyesight. Price tips his head, reaching for his wallet and producing a coin.
“Call it.”
“Tails.” Kyle’s response is immediate, eyes keenly tracking the coin as Price flips it. Judging by the disapproving grunt and the mild annoyance in his eyes, Price has lost this round, and he can’t stop the smug grin twitching his lips upwards. It falls quickly as he hears the hollering from the crowd at the bar.
“Go on son!”
“Get some!”
“Don’t fumble it mate!”
From the corner of his eye he sees a tall brunette man stumbling his way from the bar, and something about the look in his eyes sets him on edge. It’s almost predatory in nature, the kind of look that you see in nature documents as predators stalk their prey, and he twists his body instinctually to face the oncoming threat before he even fully comprehends what the threat is. He’s not sure what about this drunk buffoon sets him so on edge but he learned early on in his career that trusting your gut was usually the safest option. That and the idiot does look like a bit of a dick.
“Might come up with you to the bar anyway.” He says.
“Suit yourself.” Price’s voice is calm, unbothered, but it’s as natural and easy as breathing to Kyle to put himself as one more barrier between a potential threat and a friend. Neither of them even has a chance to get up from their seats before three things seem to happen at once.
1, you emerge from the bathroom.
2, the brunette man from the bar trips over his own feet.
3, the pair of you collide and create some cosmic chain of knock-on collisions that Kyle has only half a second to decide whether or not he can stop or if he just has to embrace it.
If he doesn’t want a broken wrist, embracing it seems to be his best option.
Fate deposits you in his lap not a second later, ribs cracking painfully against the tabletop and your hand slapping into his glass, even as he tries his best to steady you. You’re both covered in beer from the brunette guy’s drink as it sloshes from the pint glass and onto your clothes, and Kyle wrinkles his nose a bit against the sudden yeasty smell. There’s a sharp cry from both fallen parties and a soft grunt from him as your arse lands not so gently on more delicate areas of his body, but despite the jolt of pain in his thigh and wrists he’s otherwise doing far better than you, though he thinks you’re a bit too shell-shocked from the fall to recognise there’s blood dripping from your hand.
“Way to go Mark!”
“Fumbled it mate!”
The rowdy bar crew irk him more than he lets on as Price hauls up the idiot, Mark. His face is red from a mixture of alcohol, embarrassment, and anger, anger he swiftly lets loose on the three people in front of him. Price holds his hands up in surrender as Mark shirks him off rather violently, almost falling again when he twists too hard and quick in his uncoordinated state.
“Ge’off! You! You made me spill my beer!” The accusing finger pointed your way seems to snap you from your stupor and you wriggle out of Kyle’s gentle grip with wide eyes.
“I didn’t – what?” Your voice is a pitched squeak of disbelief and shock. Kyle stands, grabbing a wad of napkins to press it against your wound. “Ow! Hey! What the – oh my god…” You stare wide-eyed at the rivulet of blood rolling down your arm. It’s soaking through the napkins quicker than Kyle would like.
“Keep your arm up, above your heart. You won’t have hit anything major, it’s just the alcohol thinning your blood.” He reassures you, keeping his touch light and unintrusive. You could easily push his hand away but you don’t, surprised Y/E/C eyes flickering up meet his own.
“You even listenin’ to me you little bitch? I said you owe me another drink!” Mark’s words are so slurred that another drink is clearly a terrible decision for him.
“Oi, leave the lady in peace.” Price suggests. Knowing his Captain has him handled Kyle focuses his attention on you, gently moving the bloodied napkin from your palm. It sticks a bit, and you wince as the coarse material comes free of your broken skin.
“Sorry, sorry…you’re going to need stitches.” He informs you. There’s a jagged line that won’t stop pumping red, the flesh torn open with a glint of glass inside.
“Stitches? Oh no, not needles. I – shit I feel dizzy.” You turn whiter than a sheet at the thought and Kyle’s quick to adjust his grip on you to help you sit, keeping your arm elevated while you put your head between your knees.
“Easy, deep breaths, you’re going to be alright,” he crouches beside you, hearing Price and Mark squaring off behind him, “I’m Kyle. Can you tell me your name?”
“I’m Y/N.” your voice is a little weak. “Sorry for, you know, sitting on you.” Kyle chuckles a little at that, glancing up as Price hands him a towel. Price has angled himself between you two and the drunken fool as his friends come to collect him.
“Don’t worry about it, glad you landed on me and not the table.” He focuses on wrapping the towel around your hand, apologising quietly when the pressure makes you wince.
“Oh no, I landed on that to. I landed on all the things.” You groan a bit, good hand massaging your ribs. Kyle grimaces slightly.
“Can I check nothings broken?” he offers. You look up at him, search his gaze for any ill-intent, and then you nod. He makes sure to give you a reassuring smile as his hand finds your side, fingers gently applying pressure and watching your face for any signs of discomfort. It feels more intimate than is appropriate for a first meeting but your nerves bottle before his does and you look away with pink cheeks, which is a feat in itself because Kyle had been sure you’d lost a bit too much blood to blush like that.
“But she owes me a beer!” Mark is still insistent, even as his friends try to drag him away. Kyle huffs, annoyed now as he glances back at him over his shoulder.
“She owes you about as much as any other woman on the planet. Nothing. Now piss off and sober up mate.” There’s enough warning in his voice that Mark’s more sober friends hurry to comply with the thinly veiled threat.
“You got anyone who can get you to hospital love?” Price asks, standing as still as stone until he’s sure there’s no chance of Mark making his way back to you. Kyle keeps the pressure on your hand, seeing a bit more alertness to your eyes now.
“No, no we’ve both had something to drink.” You grimace, looking at Kyle with big doe eyes he finds more endearing than he’d care to admit. “Do I really need stitches?”
“Yeah, you do, and for someone to pick the glass out the wound,” Kyle’s smile is a tad sympathetic now, “But the good news is your ribs aren’t broken. You may have landed on all the things but you’re not too bad off for it.” His light teasing brings a twitch of a smile to your lips, a smile that quickly falls as Price questions if you have friends or a partner here to go with you. Though your eyes search the pub thoroughly, they fill with frustration and regret when you see no familiar face in sight.
“No…I was on a date,” you look a bit embarrassed to admit it, “Guess he snuck out while I was in the bathroom.” Kyle tilts his head slightly, carefully helping you to stand when you attempt it.
“More fool him, look at all the fun he could be having.” He says it just to see you smile, enjoying the tinkling of your laughter in his ears.
“Oh, bucket loads right? Christ…that stings.” Your smile falls away into a wince again, and though he knows he’ll get shit for it later from Soap when Price inevitably tells him, he can’t stop the offer from tumbling out of his mouth.
“I’ll go with you then.”
You sigh, “It’s okay, really, no need to ruin your night any more than I have.”
“Who said you’d ruined my night? Come on, let’s get you seen to.” He’s already gently guiding you out of the pub with Price on your other side, knowing you’re likely to protest anyway from the look on your face. You pause only to grab a jacket from your table before the cold night air envelopes you, Kyle keeping your arm up and sticking close to ensure your warm enough – the last thing he wants is you going into shock on him.
“Are you sure?” you ask for the hundredth time. Kyle silences you with a single look that has a shudder crawling up your spine, one he can feel ripple into him since you’re standing so close, and he feels a little smug at the reaction he gets from you. He’s seen your eyes lingering once or twice to, and he’s starting to thank whatever’s watching over him the evening took this turn.
“Gaz!” Price calls his name and Kyle turns to see him standing, holding open the door of a cab not 50 yards down the road. Bundled in the back of a cab that’s probably breaking a few speeding laws to get you both to a nearby hospital, he feels those instincts tugging at the back of his mind, trying to claw him back into work mode. There’s blood, there was the threat of violence, and it’s got all of his hackles raised a bit, even though he’s trying to be soft with you. You’re clearly in pain and still a little shocked by the nights events and he doesn’t want to be too stoic or too harsh and make it worse, so he focuses on the gentle smell of your perfume and the softness of your hair tickling the side of his face. It crosses his mind then you might be uncomfortable with his proximity, and he subtly tries to shift away only to find you follow him, naturally wanting more of his warmth as the blood loss and shock make you feel cold.
“Just to be clear, I don’t usually do this.” You say softly. Kyle glances at you with a raised eyebrow, your voice and the rumbling purr of the engine is all quiet and helps soothe some of his louder thoughts right now.
“You don’t usually bleed all over strangers at the pub? A shame, I was looking for someone who shared my hobby.” He tries to joke, feeling a bit rusty and out of practice, and realises too late how goddamn creepy that probably sounded. He’s thankful to hear your quiet laughter.
“No, well, yes, I don’t do that either, but I meant hopping into cabs with strangers.” You nudge his side lightly with your elbow and he relaxes a little more.
“We exchanged names and I’m covered in your blood, not sure we can call ourselves strangers anymore, more like…strange acquaintances.” He suggests. You hum in agreement at that, and you lapse back into silence with him once more. It’s a strangely comfortable one, but then again Kyle’s never really been a man of many words. He keeps half an eye on the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the pallor of your skin. Your bathed intermittently in warm orange light from the street-lights outside, and his breath hitches a little in his chest. Maybe it’s been a little too long since he was allowed to think of anything other than what the next target is, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take the opportunity to admire the way your long lashes brush your cheeks, or the perfectly shaped outline of full, painted lips.
“Thank you, for coming with me.” You look up at him, your smile so sweet it makes his stomach flip. It really isn’t the best of circumstances, he knows so, but he rarely gets the chance to charm a pretty woman and, well, your night’s been a bit shit, so he feels obligated to cheer you up some.
“When a pretty woman falls into your lap, you’d be amiss to pass up the opportunity to play knight in beer-stained armour.” He chuckles. He’s taking most of the weight of your arm but he ignores the discomfort in his own. Your eyes are pinched with pain, and he can only imagine how badly your sliced palm must be throbbing, knowing from his own encounters with combat knives how deeply the sting of a cut can run.
“Bold of you to assume I’m a damsel in distress. I sliced open my hand perfectly well without your help.” You quip back. Kyle grins. You’ve got a wicked tongue and the wit of the devil. As the cab pulls up, he tips the driver an extra £20 before helping you into the accident and emergency ward. It’s crammed wall to wall, every chair full and an excess of patients standing around, and the strong burn of disinfectant in his nose has him taking slightly shallower breaths to avoid the smell as best he can. You look even paler under the fluorescent lighting and he’s determined to get you seen to quickly, the bright red of the blood-soaked towel on your hand standing out starkly in this pristine white place.
You give your name and details, checking in with the receptionist who looks at your hand like she wishes it would disappear from her line of sight, and then your led to an over-flow waiting room where there’s a chair hurriedly snapped open for you and the promise of a nurse seeing you quickly. Kyle crouches beside you again, looking over the mess of blood and beer on the pretty dress you’d been wearing that night, and quietly wonders how your date found enough faults in you to run out. For the five minutes he’s known you Kyle’s found you to be attractive and quick-witted, a good sense of humour, so he can’t imagine the conversation was that bad.
“Do you want some water?” he offers, thumb jerking to the water cooler not too far away. You nod a bit and leaves you with your hand raised to go fetch you both a cup. He watches you sip it slowly and he does the same, eyes flickering to find all the nearest exits out of habit. You’re like a magnet though, a beacon burning brightly in the night, and he finds his gaze quickly drawn back to you. The bubble you two have created is one of quiet comfort, the kind that warm blankets on cold days provides and is found in the deep hearts of forests or the embers of dying fires.
“This really doesn’t bother you, does it?” you question, pulling him from his thoughts. He glances up at you from his spot crouched beside you, head cocking. “This. Blood, hospital trips, confrontation. You’ve been completely unphased by this from the start.” You elaborate on your thoughts and Kyle finds himself blinking in surprise, adding the word observant into the file with your name on that he’s starting to compile in his mind. He’s almost reluctant to say what he knows is the answer to your unspoken question, knowing it’s often a crossroads for all relationships waiting to form in his life. He doesn’t want to give up the soothing balm that is you just yet. There’s just enough intrigue to make him want to know more, and yet he braces himself for the rejection he’s sure is inevitable from such a sweet thing as you.
“I’m a soldier.” He almost holds his breath once the truths out. The rest of the sentence can remain unspoken, you don’t need him to tell you of the horrors and misery he’s seen, everyone knows what soldiers see even if they don’t talk about it. You surprise him once more.
“Ah, I see.” The quiet acknowledgement is just that, a statement of fact that promises he’s been heard without delivering judgement, and he feels there’s hope he might still have a chance at knowing you.
“That bother you?” he just has to be sure.
You smile a bit, “Depends, are you here because you’re duty bound to protect innocent civilians?”
His head tilts a bit; he sees that inquisitive little gleam in your eyes, a spark of interest, and he catches it quick with the intent of nurturing that spark into roaring flame. His head’s completely quiet now. He feels like he can go back to the silence at home and survive it if only your voice fills the empty space instead.
“No…here because I think that what tonight’s shown me, is your hand fits nicely in mine.” The line is absolutely terrible and he knows it, but the way you fluster and smile at the ground has his own grin widening. When the nurse calls your name, you look up to her, then back at him, biting your lip. For the first time that night, you don’t try to be brave, you let him see your apprehension and offer him your good hand, wanting him to come with you.
“Prove it.” You say.
Kyle does, and when he returns to his apartment in the early hours of the morning, he can still feel the warm imprint of your lips on his cheek. Your perfume has stale beer has cloyed in his nose and the imprint of you is behind his eyelids when he closes them to try and sleep. The echo of your laughter rings in his ears and the reminder of your smile as he’d suggested late night waffles at a dessert place nearby your apartment. The phone on his nightstand seemed to hum with anticipation of using your now saved number tomorrow.
It's never easy coming back to the real world, but the real world certainly has it's perks.
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We're two weeks in team! Have some simple blupjeans chatter
Day 14: celebrity au
Barry's just trying to buy a new tv for their bedroom, but Lup wants to talk about his celebrity status.
Read it on AO3
Barry considers the different tvs in front of him. “The 45 should be enough for where we're putting it. What do you think, babe?” He looks at Lup, but she's looking off in some other direction. “Lup?”
She turns to him. “Hm?”
“The tv?”
“Oh, yeah, whatever you want is fine.” She looks away again.
“Alright, uh,” he turns back to the sales associate helping them, “we'll go with the 45 inch one then.”
“Great! Just wait right here and I'll go grah the box from the back.”
They walk away, and Barry says to Lup, “what has you so distracted.”
She glances at him and grins. She links her arm through his and points to a tv nearby, “look.”
It's playing an episode of a cheesy mafia-themed soap opera. The same mafia-themed soap opera Barry was cast in 30 years ago to play the mob boss's fifteen year old son. The scene playing at the moment is from a recent season, showing Barry all done up in a suit, surveying some sort of shipment.
He rolls his eyes. “You're ridiculous.”
She laughs. “You're probably the only mainstream celebrity who comes to Best Buy for his tvs.”
“There's no way I'm mainstream. I'm like a T-list celebrity at best."
“Oh, come on. You're on Netflix!”
“Have you seen some of the shit on there? It's like finding an old can of beans from 1962 at the back of your grandma's cupboard sometimes. Plus,” he gestures vaguely at the tv, “the show's been running for over 30 years now, some streaming service was bound to pick it up eventually. It's not an indication of my celebrity status.”
Lup tuts. “You're selling yourself short, Bluejeans. You've gotta be at least E-list. The kids are getting into older shows nowadays.”
“I never get recognized in public.”
“Bullshit. There was that one time-”
“On the rare occasion that I do, they're almost always over the age of 60.” He gives Lup a look as he cuts her off, knowing she was going to mention that time they were on a road trip and a table of older women recognized him in a diner. She purses her lips, thinking. “You get recognized more than I do,” he says. “You're more of a celebrity than I am.”
“There's no way a YouTube channel makes me more famous than you, who's been a staple of daytime television since you were fifteen.”
“Oh yeah?” He tilts his head to indicate behind her, “six o'clock.”
“Excuse me?” Right on cue, a 20-something customer comes up to them. “I'm so sorry, but are you Lup Taaco?”
Barry takes a picture for them, and Lup talks to them for a few quick minutes until the sales associate comes back with their tv. The fan thanks her and scurries away. Barry takes the flat cart from the associate and starts driving it to the cash registers. “Told you,” he says.
“Shut up.” She crosses her arms. “I refuse to accept this slander to your popularity.”
“Lup, I'm a pudgy white guy in his 40s wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I'm practically set decoration when I'm in public. Now, if I walked around in a suit and waved a gun around going,” he makes a finger gun and does a silly impression of his tv self, “give me my fuckin’ money or I'll kill ya! Then I might get a little more attention.”
Lup considers this. “I don't think people would appreciate that.”
“No, I don't think they would. Unfortunately tv is pretend and I don't actually run the seedy underbelly of a major city.”
They get to the register, and Lup digs into her purse for her wallet. “Well at least we don't have to worry about the paps following us around.”
“And we can go to Best Buy for tvs.”
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G'dayyy my lovee!
I'm here, checking in on my wife and wondering..
"hmm, I wonder how her birthday went 🤔" so that's exactly what I'm asking now.
How was your birthday????
-💍
MY BELOVED…. Can’t believe we are married now. Married life is so fun I am thoroughly enjoying it !
MY BIRTHDAY WAS SO GOOD !!!! My coworkers ordered me cookies and my older sister ordered me a cake and decorated it w Felix and I ate so much fucking food I genuinely think I am going to THROW UP…. My friends and I celebrated over the weekend and we went out for dinner and then had a little celebration at my apartment and then my sister and I did brunch together and went to my favorite kpop store ever and I couldn’t have asked for more !!!! Also my parents called in the morning to say they needed to drop off an envelope that was incorrectly delivered to my parents’ house and I thought it was a photocard I ordered so I was like ok ! And they showed up with a new 60 inch flatscreen tv for my apartment????? 😭 I’d been complaining about my tv for so long but I was saving up for a new one and I can’t BELIEEEEVE they got me one, I love them so much frfr
(and of course our wedding too. Best part of the day hands down !)
mini birthday photo dump if anyone cares I LOVE U POOKIE I HOPE YOU’RE HAVING THE BEST WEEK !!!! 💓💝💕🩷👼🫶
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idk much to ask about for hcs, but what genre of music do you think each of the main 4 likes (and craig's gang if u wanna)? :D
it took me a bit to get to this bc this question means so much to me you dont understand . ANWAYS
stan: ...very generic answer but like. midwest emo. dad rock. and like.. emo / pop rock too??? he could rock w/ some fall out boy, but not like patd cuz its too theatre kidsy. and OBVIOUSLY the front bottoms and alex g and modern baseball!! if we learned anything in band in china its that he very much treats music like an outlet for his emotions. and on that note he listens to metal too, but mostly when he is mentally at his worse.
kyle: i dont think i could pin him down to one genre, he's a big music guy but stays within the constraints of "music with authenticity but not to the point that it makes him look pathetic". so he's not listening to the front bottoms like stan is because that's just.. TOO raw, and hes caught up in the "lack of music conventions" in stan's music taste (he doesn't know a thing about music theory so he'll get pissed if you ask why). at the same time like kyle would NOT be into overproduced shit you hear on the radio u feel me. he curates his spotify playlist moods well, new wave/folk/indie rock/r&b at his neutral state and hip hop/punk/harder rock when at his other neutral state (pissed off). he doesn't listen to music when he's sad he just sits there in silence with a thousand yard stare
cartman: once again, expected answer, but he's a bubblegum pop girlie, so like britney spears/lady gaga/justin timberlake/beyonce OBVIOUSLY!!! he also likes hyperpop but the types that lean more into the "pop" part than the "hyper" part like charli xcx and carly rae jepsen. he hates listening to anything that isnt fun and stan and kyle dont like anything too fun so every road trip where they pass the aux across the group is a warzone
kenny: quite literally will listen to anything and everything. falls into the industrial pop / electropop scene frequently because he loves that it all sounds very New! he is a very social individual so he's most likely to put on what will get a rise out of his friends, he puts on 100 gecs and nine inch nails everytime he gets the aux because they bitch about it the entire time. its funny. he prefers to have noise on 24/7 and will even listen to pop country if it means unlocking new emotions
butters: will also listen to anything but to a worse degree. kenny has a rationale for what he listens to and why he enjoys it but butters just hears a song and decides its the best thing he's heard in his life. he's well versed in the girlypop scene through cartman but he also thinks that ajr is genuinely #deep. you know those overproduced songs that sound like they'd be in old navy commercials??? yeah. butters would listen to that shit.
but also worth mentioning hes not really a music person like he doesnt have spotify and most of what he listens to is through his friends
craig: just straight up does not listen to music. he doesnt hate it but there is no urge and he is DEEPLY noise sensitive, and a lot of music is unpredictable. more likely to put on a tv show he's already seen 437587354 times if he needs sound in the background.
clyde: college frat bro vibes like hes into really fake diluted edm like chainsmokers and calvin harris kinda bullshit. he is NOT a music guy and just searches "top hits" and listens to whatever spotify spits at him.
tolkien: another will-listen-to-mostly-anything soldier! he's most accustomed to stuff his parents play around him, so a lot of 60s rock, blues, jazz, swing, shit like that. he's a mild-tempered guy with a mild-tempered taste in music, he'll go crazy for a good guitar solo/bassline like jimi hendrix. because of that he's offput by anything too loud or raunchy like kenny's music but he's desperate to fit in with his peers so he makes it work
jimmy: not very notable because i think he has generic music enjoyment however i do think he's one of weird al yankovic's top streamers on spotify. he and kenny team up to create the worst queue at the house party. he's the one tossing in witch doctor and crazy frog
tweek (just for fun): is very scared of lyrical music trying to communicate Themes and Ideas to him so he listens to car crash sfx type a beats just to get the demons out
wendy (also for fun): dykezilla who listens to laufey and phoebe bridgers and beabadoobee. what can i say.
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Calling Out Ace Trappola (Ghost Bride Vignette)
Okay, so I was replaying the Ghost Bride vignette for Ace, and let me tell you: THIS BOI IS IN DENIAL ABOUT ROMANCE AND LOVE
LIKE DOES HE NOT REALIZE THE WORDS COMING OUT OF HIS MOUTH? HE EAT, SLEEPS AND DRINKS FLIRTING ESPECIALLY WITH THE MC
Like if you searched the word flirt in the dictionary? BAM! IT’D BE A PIC OF ACE WITH A SMUG GRIN
UM EXCUSE ME!?
YES?! IS THAT EVEN A QUESTION!? The amount of times Ace has teased the MC and then "joked" about sharing a bed with you? LIESSSSSSS
Of course, he continues to deny romance altogether
And then Ortho just casually insults everyone 😂
like damn Ortho pulling the punches. Cut them some slack my guy they're just freshmen 😂👏🏻
then Ortho just makes it worse for Ace 😂
D'AWWWWW!! Thank you Ortho, for calling Ace out cause he's such a heartthrob and flirt!!!
AND ACE ONCE AGAIN DENIES IT
AND THE GUYS KNOWING HE'S FULL OF SHIT
This had me dying, considering earlier he was trashing the hell out of them for having no "romantic experience" 😂👌🏻
AND THEN ORTHO JUST ADDS MORE AND FUELS MY FIRE
Mhmm, sure Ace. Keep telling yourself that why don't you?
AND THEN ORTHO SAYING HE RECORDED EVERYTHING!? I WAS WHEEZING WHEN EVERYONE ASKED TO SEE IT
Also laughed when Deuce casually suggested Ramshackle to watch it 😂👏🏻 sure, let's plaster it on a 60 inch plasma screen tv just to make it worse for him 😈❤️
I would've paid anything just to have a recording of that 😂 All while using it as leverage if he'd been a little shit again😂
THEN ORTHO FINISHING OFF ACE ENTIRELY AND ADDING MORE TO THE FIRE
LIKE AHFJHANCOABE HE'S NOT LYING ABOUT THAT
AND THEN WE GET THIS HANDSOME PICTURE OF ACE
I JUST REMEMBER SQUEALING LIKE A LITTLE SCHOOL GIRL AS HE CRUMBLED TO THE FLOOR AND COULDN'T DENY IT ANY LONGER
Psh, already ahead of you, Grim. I would've framed this and just died laughing every time I looked at this
He's such a goddamn flirt, and it was sooo refreshing to see everyone point out how he's such a romantic guy. I don't know what his previous girlfriend was thinking not taking the relationship seriously, (even though they’re both at fault and Ace shouldn’t have ghosted her)
But goddamn I'd be living my best life with Ace Trappola
*cough* *cough* and several of the NRC boys 😩
But anyway, I just needed to talk about it cause I was roaring when I played it the first time, just casually screaming at my phone screen screaming "BULLSHITTTT" at this flirty goofball
End point: He could be my perfect partner any day. Such a great event I love this game so much 😂
Have a nice day! ❤️
#twisted wonderland#ace trappola#disney twisted wonderland#deuce spade#jack howl#sebek zigvolt#ortho shroud#epel felmier#twst#disney twst#twst event#twst ace#twst epel#twst jack howl#twst deuce#twst sebek#twst grim
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i agree, the best love language is indeed calling your s/o a 60-inch flatscreen tv and never letting him forget it 😭🤣
#love tractor the series#seon yul x suh ye chan#this show omd i loved it its a breath of fresh air fr
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Nonstop Feeling, pt. 4
“Send me a pic of u.”
Few minutes after that, his name popped up in the notification tab. I opened his chat and tapped on a self-destructing pic that he sent with a 60 seconds timer.
He looked just like his usual self. No smile, no pose, just a straight face selfie. I could feel a bit of ache in my chest that reminded me of how much I miss him.
“I wanna kiss u.” I replied right after that.
“Kiss me then.”
“Can I kiss u?”
“Of course.”
*
8 hours later, he showed up in my room, his hair and his tshirt were wet as he drove off through the pouring rain on his way to my place.
He took off his clothes and sat on the floor, tuning on his favorite tv show in my ipad. I sat behind him on the bed, massaged his shoulders as I promised few hours ago I would do to him.
I brushed my hands through his hair, looking for any silver hair that would appear in between all his straight black hair. We spent a few minutes in this position until I got bored and joined him on the floor.
Our eyes both fixated to the ipad screen but our hands wandered a lot. He wrapped his hand around my arm and I hugged his waist. I kissed his right cheek a few times. His hands continued to reach every inch of my body that he could reach. Right after we finished one episode of the show, I pulled his face to mine - our lips and our body collided into one.
*
We sat together again on the floor and continued to watch from the last episode of the show that we just watched before we entangled our bodies into one.
I wrapped both my hands around his right arm but then I felt a bit numb and I let his arm go. But he didn’t let my arms go and instead took my left fingers and held them with his right hand.
He swiftly brushed my chin and cheek before he pulled my face to him and our lips melted into one again.
I didn’t know how long we kissed each other until we felt breathless. For a few times, I pulled my lips from his for a few seconds. We stared into each other eyes, laughed a bit and then crashed our lips into one, again and again and again and again.
I didn’t know that someone’s kisses could be this deep, this warm and this painful. As I peeked to the ipad screen that showed the time almost reached midnight, I could feel my eyes got a bit teary but I tried my best to hold them.
“Time to go home.” He said, let out a bit smirk. I knew he expected me to whined while got my lips pouted. But I didn’t say anything and I decided to just smile a little and pulled myself from him. I didn’t want to cry in front of him.
He didn’t say anything either, stood up and put his clothes on. He almost put on his mask but then I hugged his waist, “Don’t use the mask yet.” He understood and proceeded to grabbed my lips with his mouth again and pressed me to the wall.
So deep. So warm. So painful.
We didn’t stop for a while. Felt like our lips got stitched together into one entity and couldn’t be separated. I could hear his grasping breath. I grabbed his head, brushed my fingers through his hair again and again and again as he kept pushing his lips to mine.
I guess he didn’t lie when he said I could kiss him.
*
I got out to the balcony again.
He started his bike engine and began to drive off.
He turned his head back and looked up into me.
He then looked ahead again.
He drove off away and away and away.
I kept looking until he disappeared from my sight.
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Gul Panag
This Biography is about one of the best Professional Model of the world Gul Panag including her Height, weight, Age & Other Detail…
Express info
Real Name
Gul Panag
Nickname
Gul
Profession
Actress, Model, Activist, Politician, Pilot
Age (as in 2023)
44 Years old
Physical Stats & More Info
Height
in centimeters- 168 cm
in meters- 1.68 m
in Feet Inches- 5' 6"
Weight (Approx.)
in Kilograms- 60 Kg
in Pounds- 132 lbs
Figure Measurements
32-28-34
Eye Colour
Dark Brown
Hair Colour
Black
Personal Life of Gul Panag
Date of Birth
3 January 1979
Birth Place
Mahadian, Fatehgarh Sahib, Punjab
Zodiac sign/Sun sign
Capricorn
Nationality
Indian
Hometown
Chandigarh, India
Schools
The Lawrence School Lovedale Kendriya Vidyalaya The International School of Lusaka, Zambia
College
Government College for Girls, Punjabi University, Patiala, India Punjab University, Chandigarh, India Kellogg School of Management, Evanston, Illinois, United States
Educational Qualifications
Bachelors in Mathematics Masters in Political Science Mangement in Radio & Television
Debut
TV : Kashmeer (2003)
Film : Dhoop (2003)
Family
Father- Lt. Gen. Harcharanjit Singh Panag (retd.)
Mother- Gurjit kaur
Brother- Shebir Singh
Sister- N/A
Religion
Sikhism
Hobbies
Travelling, Horse Riding, Biking, Trekking, Jeep Safari
Controversy
Being a member of Lok Sabha, she was really disappointed when veteran actress Rekha's name was nominated for Rajya Sabha Seat. She commented "What has Rekha done to deserve an RS nomination? I am very disappointed with the recent Rajya Sabha nominations. I can understand Sachin Tendulkar's nomination because of his distinction in cricket. But look at the choices from arts and cinema. Just because the minimum nomination age is 30, it doesn't mean we have to take people who are 60. I have immense respect for Rekha, but what has she done of late to deserve that nomination?" After hearing this comment, Rekha was really annoyed by her.
Favourite Things of Gul Panag
Favourite Actor
Amitabh BachchanTom Cruise
Favourite Actress
Rachel Weise
Favourite Designers
Urvashi Kaur, Mandira Wirk, Anita Dongre
Favourite Color
Red, Black
Favourite Perfume
Opium
Favourite Destination
Munich, Germany
Favourite Reataurant
Hakkasan, London
Boys, Affairs and More of Gul Panag
Marital Status
Married
Affairs/Boyfriends
Capt. Rishi Attari
Husband
Capt. Rishi Attari
Children
Son- N/A
Daughter- N/A
This Biography Written By www.welidot.com
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1. nekoma: inouka sou + post-time skip
Years down the road, Inouka will find himself on Kenma's couch, hands clenched into fists as Argentina scores against Japan. It's been a long time since they made it this far, but this is the Monster Generation, as the people call them. He's witnessed firsthand the power of their destruction. Win or lose, they will have done their best.
Fukunaga passes him another serving of food; Kai tugs the remote away from Taketora to lower the volume on Kenma's 60-inch flatscreen TV. Why Kenma needs a TV so big when he lives alone, Inuoka has no idea, but he's not complaining. On screen, Yaku digs a particularly nasty serve from Argentina's setter. Shibiyama's cheers are drowned out by Taketora hollering something incomprehensible.
"That's our Yakkun," Kuroo says. Inuoka can hear the pride in his voice, the same pride he would find mirrored in every gaze currently transfixed to the screen. In himself, too. Their generation has made it so much farther than he -- or any of them -- could have ever imagined.
During the ad break, they go round and reminisce, recounting the first moments that made them fall in love with volleyball. Inouka rests his now-empty plate on his lap and listens: Kuroo laughing at Kenma's reenactment of their childhood, Lev recalling his first day at Nekoma. He had gotten lost and ended up outside the gym where the team practiced.
Kai reaches over to lightly cuff Lev on the head, smiling as he does. "You sure caused us a lot of trouble, you know?"
Everyone laughs. Lev sputters nonsensically, but even he can't deny the early days, where he tripped over his own feet.
When their story chain reaches him, Inuoka pauses. Why had he gone into volleyball, anyway? His cousin -- always flitting from one interest to another -- had made it Her Thing of the Month, and she'd needed someone to play with her. With baseball season ending, Inuoka found himself "suddenly available", though it'd been less of a voluntary action than a convenient excuse for his mother and aunt to sip tea and chat once a week. He'd sucked at first, unsure of himself and where the ball was, bruises coloring his arms, but over time, he grew into it as his cousin grew out of it. It's a familiar story, if not identical to most. One way or another, the sport had found them, and it had drawn them together.
Sure, he wasn't the best player back then. He couldn't dig spikes like Yaku or read blockers like Kuroo, or even leap into the air like Lev. But he liked playing, and that had to count for something.
The screen flickers back to the court, panning towards the Japanese side, and the conversation all around him quickly dies down. Argentina is three points ahead, and it's Kageyama's turn to serve. He gives the ball a few experimental spins before tossing it into the air, and the room collectively holds its breath: waiting, before he slams it forward.
#haikyuu!!#hq#inouka sou#pentadrabble challenge#(ie.500 words w a randomized prompt (considering taking requests))#happy tuesday! i'm (sorta) writing again#my writing
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Three Steps to Win You (CH 10)
Title: Three Steps to Win You
Rating: M
Pairing: DaddyChan/Tankhun, Kinn/Porsche, Vegas/Pete
Category: M/M, AU Nerd-Jock
Summary: Accidentally, scientist Tankhun Theerapanyakul embarrassed footballer Captain Chan "Daddy" Knight in front of his coach, teammates and fans. He had to fulfill three tasks from the captain before his apology was accepted.
Chapter 10
(Chan POV)
Derby Match – (3 rd Match of the Season)
"How do you feel?" Chan asked Vegas, who was getting quieter by the minutes. The young midfielder is indeed not a talkative person, but his silence this time has nothing to do with his character. As a one-club footballer, Chan will never be able to fathom Vegas’s feeling at having to go to the stadium he once considered his home, and having to compete with people who used to be his team-mates. Not to mention, if you factor his ex-fans into the equation. Because of the decades of rivalry, United fans have never been kind to BSFC players and vice versa, but surely, they will be more hostile toward Vegas, who in their eyes considered a traitor, even though his move to BSFC was not his own wish, but the wish of Bangkok United's management who couldn't wait for him to develop to his full potential, and opted to transfer a more senior and experienced attacking midfielder.
"I'll be fine, Cap, just a little nervous," Vegas replied.
Chan put his hand on Vegas's left shoulder, squeezing it a little to give him encouragement, before continuing his pep talk.
“I'm not going to pretend that I understand how you feel, I never played against any old team, because I only ever play for one team, but this isn't your first derby, so you more or less know how the fans will treat you."
"Like the BSFC fans treated me last season?" asked Vegas with a faint smile.
"Exactly, but they might be a bit more aggressive today, because they'll definitely call you a traitor or various variations of that word or maybe trying to throw things at you,” specified Chan bluntly.
Vegas grimaced.
“You don't need me to spell out to you the best way to silence them, do you?”
“No, Cap.”
“Good. I'm sure you'll be just fine, Vegas, and YOU will make them very sorry for letting you go,” stated Chan confidently. “Yes, Cap!”
After finishing his talk with Vegas, Chan got up from the bench inside the visitor dressing room of the United Stadium, turned his body to face his teammates and shouted loudly, "Ready to take revenge for last season's draw at BOC Stadium, boys? I want a victory, you hear me? This is the last time I'm competing in this stadium, let's make them unable to forget my face. Ever !"
“YES, CAP!!!”
“LET’S GOOOO!!!”
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(Tankhun POV)
Tankhun came back from his shopping spree in a much better mood, for there is no better medicine than retail therapy. Although to be honest, the reason why his mood was so sour lately was a bit unclear, but he was very satisfied with the items he bought.
Just as his feet stepped into the house through the main door, he was greeted by a cursing that came from the living room, where the 60-inch smart TV was placed.
"FUCK! What kind of tackle is that? Ref, are you blind!? That should be a free kick for our side!" Kim shouted, pointing at the TV with the remote control in his hand.
Kim is always emotional when watching BSFC matches, but this time he sounded even more emotional than usual. Tankhun decided to approach Kim to find out what was so special about this match.
"Yes, Cap! Tell him! Stupid referee! UGH!" he shouted again.
"Why are they wearing white? Isn't the color of the BSFC uniform black?" asked Tankhun as soon as he saw the white uniform that was worn by Chan, who was seen on the TV screen still protesting to the referee. The sweat-drenched uniform clung to Chan's body, mapping all the curves of his chest and abs muscles. The effect of the black uniform was quite severe, but the white one? Damn, there was nothing left to the imagination, it's borderline indecent. Tankhun suddenly felt his face hot and his mouth dry.
Damn…
“Oh, hi, P’!” greeted Kim. "This is their second uniform, for the away game. I'm surprised that you even know the color of the BSFC uniform.”
Tankhun heard Kim's explanation, he really did, though only faintly, because his eyes were still glued to the TV screen, that damn uniform now clings to the captain's back muscles.
“P’! Did you even hear what I say?” asked Kim… well yelled to be exact.
As usual, Tankhun's instinct to always look cool in front of his youngest brother kicked in in an instant, even though his brain was still stuck on that damn white jersey, Tankhun replied casually, “Du~h, Kim. I’ve seen poster in your room so many times and I’m the one who bought you your first BSFC’s jersey.”
“Oooh, it's starting again! Come on, P', sit here and watch the game with me,” said Kim as he tapped on the sofa.
Tankhun hesitated a bit, could he trust himself not to blurt out the truth about Chan to Kim, especially regarding Porsche and Kinn – because it was not his story to tell, but seeing how focused Kim was on this derby, Tankhun felt like it's pretty safe now. So, he decided to join Kim sitting on the big black leather sofa.
“You’re not going to regret it, P’. Derby matches are the best. Nerve-wracking for sure, but fucking awesome .”
"No free-kicks for BSFC, even though the captain tried hard to reason with the referee. Ball for United."
“Ugh, not only stupid but blind. BOO~~~” cried Kim, jumping on his feet and once again pointing at the screen with the remote.
Looks like Kim would chime in with whatever the commentators on TV say, so Tankhun intended to just sit back and enjoy his baby antics. Well, he was the one who raised him since he was 5 years old, so Kim was and always will be his baby.
"Ten minutes before half time and it's still nil-nil here at the United Stadium. It's been a fantastic match, full of excitement! So far, we've seen two superb saves from each goal keeper; wonderful, wonderful attempts of goals and countless individual skill displays. You don't want to take your eyes off this match, not even for a second!"
“COME ON, GUYS!!!!”
"Wonderful passing from Big to Daddy Chan who slightly moved forward from his position as a center back. Looks like this time it’s the captain who is going to orchestra the attack. Daddy is still dribbling the ball, what a beautiful skill… Vegas is on his right side and Pete is moving backward to take the defensive position. Lovely through ball from the captain to Tay, the BSFC left winger, who crossed! There’s Vegas there… ah superb control of the ball from the young player, is he going to shoot? Looks like he's going to do it… but it's NOT!!! It’s a feign! Clever moves from the newest player of BSFC who is also the ex-player of the home team… the goalie was tricked and misstep, and of course Daddy Chan is already waiting in front of goal... GOAL FOR DADDY~~~~ 1-0 for the visitor! Woohoo~~~~
“FUCK YEAHH~~~~~ MY CAPTAIN IS THE GREATEST!!!”
Kim screamed so loud, Tankhun's eardrum actually hurt. Then, he jumped on his feet to run in front of the TV and started to chant, “CHAN! CHAN! CHAN!”
****
(Chan POV)
The booing sounds that came from the United Stadium stands were like music to Chan’s ear. He punched into the air with his right hand and shouted, "YEAAAAAH!"
“CAAAAAP!”
“OMG!”
“YEAAAAH!”
“WOOHOOOO!!!”
Vegas, Tay, Pete, Tem, and Ken, came rushing towards him. They screamed and yelled and tried to hug him at the same time, so in the end all of them fell and rolled on the grass in one big pile. The sound of their laughter that sounded like madman must have been heard all the way to the stands, because the booing sound from United fans was getting louder and louder.
“BOOOOOOOOOO~”
“BOOOOOOOO~”
The sound of the referee's whistle awakened them from their euphoria, all BSFC players rose to their feet immediately to return to their positions. As a goal scorer, Chan of course received the angriest shouts and ridicule from United fans, but Chan just put on his super annoying face and then put his right hand behind his ear, provoking the United fans to be even more emotional and livid.
Afterward, he pulled the BSFC badge that pasted on the left side of his jersey to his lips and kissed it. The booing was getting worse and Chan just smirked at them with pleasure.
Ah~ I love derby.
******
(Tankhun POV)
“Hahahaaaaa~ I love it when he’s being a bastard!” hollered Kim who’s still jumping in the living room like a maniac.
Tankhun looked at Chan's face on the huge TV screen, with the most annoying smirk on his lips… and he couldn't help himself not to smile.
Yup, he’s a bastard… a very sexy one… FUCK!
"Three minutes before halftime, the score is still 0-1 for the visitor. A quick kick off… Time, the midfielder that was acquired by United to replace Vegas, kicks the ball to Game who passes it right back to Time… He moves forward along the left wing… Vegas tries to confront him… lovely inside hook from Time… he still got the ball… he managed to move past Daddy too, this guy has an amazing dribbling skill… Ping, the left fullback of Bangkok United, overlapping from behind… Time finally let go of the ball… Ping took it and passed it to Tawan but Pol already covered him… Tawan then kicks the ball back with his right heel… Time gets the ball again… Big who guarded Time moved a second too late, Time managed to release the ball to Tawan who was sliding on the ground… OH! AND HE SCORED! What a beauty! One-one."
“NOOOOOOO!!!” screamed Kim as he covered his face.
*******
(Chan POV)
“Boys, this is not over yet! We can still win this!” shouted Coach in the dressing room at half-time break. “I have a good feeling about this!”
“Vegas, I just want to say, good feign move there, thanks for the assist,” said Chan to Vegas before addressing his other teammates, “I think we all can see that the new midfielder is having a mad dribbling skill, and he’s their attacking general. Every single attack is starting from him, and Coach, I think you agree with me if I say we can take advantage of this fact.”
“Definitely!” affirmed Coach. “Now, who wants to help Chan to guard this Time guy? We need to disable this player’s movement.”
“Coach, I’ll do it,” replied Pete right away.
“But, Pete…” said Vegas, which Pete immediately cut off.
“No, Vegas, this is your old team, you know best about their defense. You’re the one who’s going to arrange the BSFC attack in the second half, I will take the bottom position."
Call him paranoid, but as soon as he heard the word bottom, Chan suddenly looked at Pol and Arm. If they dared to speak or smile meaningfully, Chan vowed to hit them hard on the head, this very second. Luckily, they didn't act stupid and looked very serious. Yeah, the derby match indeed made everyone extra.
“Big?”
“Yes, Cap!”
“Since my position is going to be a little more forward than usual, that means you will be the last defense before the goalie.”
“Understood, Cap!”
“Good, I know I can count on you,” said Chan. “Jom, Arm, Pol!”
“Yes, Cap!”
“Jom, you’re the goalie, talk to them three about the best arrangement. Pete and I will make sure Time can't pass as freely as the first-half, I leave the defense in the hands of the four of you.”
“Understood!”
“Let’s finish this with style, boys!!!”
“BSFC!”
******
(Tankhun POV)
When Kim said this match was nerve-wracking, he wasn't kidding. Tankhun had never felt so involved in a football match before. When United attacked, he actually held his breath, and vice versa, when BSFC attacked he screamed along with Kim. This was madness.
“It's been 40 minutes since the kick-off of the second half, and the score is still tied at 1-1. There’s only 5 minutes left on the clock, and neither team is willing to give up, and accept a draw. United of course want to maintain their dignity as the home team, and BSFC want to avenge the draw result in their home ground last season. May the best team win.”
”Come on… come on…” muttered Tankhun under his breath, he couldn't explain what happened to him, but Tankhun really wanted BSFC to win this match. Was it because of Chan's determined face throughout the match, or because of Kim who miraculously didn't lose his voice, considering he’s screaming non-stop?
"Do you understand now, P'? How beautiful is this sport? I can't believe it took you this long to realize it," Kim said, with a face full of hope. When Kim's round puppy eyes stared at him like that, Tankhun was helpless.
"Yes, Kim. I do."
******
(Chan POV)
There wasn't much time left, and Chan was starting to feel that his desire for a victory in his last match at the United Stadium seemed very unlikely, especially now that the ball was in United possession.
“Cap, we got this!” yelled Pete. “Look, it’s Time again, and he looked as tired as us. We can do this, Cap!”
“Hn.”
Chan had to admit that United's newest attacking midfielder is indeed a top-class player, his dribbling almost perfect, it's almost impossible to take the ball from him without touching his legs, and Chan couldn’t afford to make another foul this moment. Not when there was only so little time left to carry out the final attack. He and Pete, both of them, have been yellow carded, but they must be able to get the ball from Time, and do it with clean tackles.
Again, Time dribbled the ball trying to get past Pete and Chan, and after many times throughout this match they fought head-to-head, Chan was starting to be able to read Time's movement, and if his guess was right, Time would do a step-over after this, and he did exactly that.
The key to winning the ball when the opposing player was doing a step-over is perfect timing, the problem was, Time's step over is very fast, so it’s very difficult to get the ball without committing a foul. But it looks like what Pete said earlier was true, Time was as tired as them and his step over wasn't as fast as usual. Chan wasn't voted as the best defender for five years in a row if he didn't have perfect timing, so in the end he managed to steal the ball from Time with a clean tackle.
Look at that, boy, this old man still got it!
The remaining time was probably less than a minute, so they only had one chance to attack. Chan quickly passed the ball to Pete, who then screamed loudly at Vegas.
"Run!"
The next sequence was like a dream, Vegas sprinted forward while maintaining his on-side position, and Pete launched a long ball forward, which fell right in the middle of the opponent's penalty box. How he did it, Chan couldn’t answer, but adrenaline always makes players do things beyond reason. Because the ball was too high, Vegas had no choice but to volley it straight into the opponent's goal with his left foot, and he did it! The ball shot straight into the top left corner of Bangkok United’s goal, silencing the whole stadium.
He did it! He fucking did it! He silenced the whole fucking stadium!
Chan fell to his knees; he had been drained. He raised both his hands into the air and shouted using his remaining energy, "AAARGHHH!!!"
Afterward he lifted his head to look at his young teammates, Vegas was standing tall in front of the stands behind United's goal. Just like Chan, he also raised his hands into the air and shouted as loudly as possible to the ex-fans who used to cheer him on but were so hostile to him throughout this match.
"FUCK YEAH~~~!!!"
Yes, boy, make them sorry to let you go!
Pete, followed by Tay, Ken, Big, Tem, even Jom, sprint towards Vegas. Pete, who was running in the front, jumped onto Vegas' back or tried , because at the last second Vegas turned his body around. So, instead of Pete climbing onto Vegas's back, he landed on his chest. Since Vegas didn't know the intentions of his teammates, he wasn't at all ready to catch Pete's body, so he ended up falling on his back with Pete falling on top of him. Seconds later Tay, Ken, Big, Tem, dan Jom, also piled on top of Vegas and Pete.
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SEMA BATTLE OF THE BUILDERS CELEBRATES 10 YEARS OF COMPETITION, CREATIVITY AND COMRADERIE
DIAMOND BAR, Calif. (Jan. 23, 2024) – SEMA celebrates 10 years of the SEMA Battle of the Builders Presented by Mothers Polish car building competition with an all-new television show chronicling the 2023 competition on the History Channel, plus new videos looking back on 10 years of car culture’s ultimate battle.
Held annually in Las Vegas, Nev., SEMA Battle of the Builders celebrates the best car builders and showcases their most innovative builds.
“I'm very honored to be the 2023 Battle of the Builders winner. It’s a dream come true,” said Andy Leach, 2023 winner for his 1960 Buick Invicta Custom "X-60." "I've been chasing this award for nearly a decade. The Buick was a labor of love, and I’m glad all our hard work and effort has been recognized, especially against all the stiff competition we faced. The Buick Invicta Custom ‘X-60’ embodies every inch of its potential and evokes emotions in the spirit of what this car stood for in 1960.”
The television show commemorating the 2023 event premieres Saturday, Jan. 27, at 9 am ET on the History Channel. Filmed during the SEMA Show last November, the show gives viewers an inside look to the competition and includes interviews with competitors and behind-the-scenes footage.
“Battle of the Builders represents the best of car culture, innovation and competition,” said RJ de Vera, SEMA Vice President of Marketing. “We’re pleased to share the story of the 2023 competition through the History Channel program, as well as celebrate our first decade with some extra surprises for our fans.”
In addition to the TV show, SEMA is also commemorating this milestone anniversary with a series of new videos featuring past champions reflecting on the experience and the unique place SEMA Battle of the Builders holds in car culture.
Over the years the competition has launched the careers of dozens of builders and debuted several truly iconic builds. The bonus anniversary footage produced by SEMA relives some of the greatest moments from a decade of Battles. The new content can be viewed on SEMA’s YouTube channel.
Cam Miller, 2016 champion, is one of the builders featured in the retrospectives. “Winning the Battle of the Builders opened a lot of doors for us,” said Miller. “SEMA is the biggest international stage you can have and the exposure that comes with that is really big. It’s so powerful.”
The television program is hosted by Adrienne Janic and Tanner Foust, and features industry experts Ryan Basseri, Kyle Kuhnhausen, Cam Miller and Jeremiah Proffitt selecting the top 12 builders from four different categories: Hot Rod/Hot Rod Truck; Sport Compact, Luxury & Exotics; 4-Wheel Drive & Off-Road; and Young Guns, a category for builders age 29 and under. Viewers will see the expert judges narrow the competitors down to 12, and then the top 12 finalists vie amongst themselves to select their respective class champions and the overall winner.
For more information about the SEMA Battle of the Builders, visit www.semashow.com/botb.
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