#like yeah I mean the pool one I thought was a normal thing up until phil posted it and everyone was like wtf

[2tarbell]

vanilla birthday cake — send some dialogue 4 a short drabble with rafe + any of my !readers

mean!rafe + crybaby!reader “i don’t wanna know”

HAKSJSKSJKS

MEAN!RAFE + CRYBABY!READER ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

participate in my bday celebration!!!

rafe had had just about enough. he wasn’t very patient to begin with but he was trying to be better — for her.

his poor little girlfriend that had a never ending supply of sorrow and tears. normally, around him, she was content as could be. and he was happy to indulge her and be the one to soothe her when external factors hurt her sensitive heart.

but she just wouldn’t stop crying.

today, she had to have set a new record. whimpering away next to him while rafe tried to get some work done on his computer. she knew better than to interrupt him when he was working, but crybaby just needed some attention. some love.

what if he was all quiet ‘cause he realized how annoying she was? what if—

“okay, what’s a-matter?”

her watery eyes flickered up to his deep blue and thundering ones.

rafe stared at her impatienty — fingers poised as if about to start typing. but his eyes held a question in them. an intensity that makes crybaby shrink into herself, eyes shifting and babbling for an answer while her shaky hands played with the buttons on her shirt.

“wha—? oh, um, s’nothing…”

not a good liar, but even worse at holding eye contact. rafe huffed and closed the laptop abruptly. he spread his legs further, setting the device somewhere beside him. she could be so difficult sometimes.

“kid, you’re over there, sniffin’ and shit — what’s the problem?” his voice was gruff and low, but so familiar and comforting in its own way. running a hand over his buzzed head in a way that always sent her heart racing.

“well, uh, i— i jus’— um…” the stuttered words came out clumsily, not a coherent thought in her head as she stared wide eyed at him. tears began to well anew.

“okay, okay— shut up. i don’t wanna know anymore, jus’— c’mere.”

god, she looked dumb with that look on her face. all frozen and tense as he tries to coax her closer. like a deer and a hunter.

rafe tilts his head to the side, a small smirk settling on his lips. he sees the moment she relaxes; eyes still wet and lip still trembling but she’s scooting closer nonetheless.

he scoops crybaby into his lap, strong arms circling her and pulling her into his chest. rafe sighs like it’s hard work — but the concerned furrow of his brow says otherwise.

she’s still sniffing, nuzzling her face further and further into his chest as she straddles him. trying to disappear fully into his warmth and affection. it’s like just being in his arms sends her into a daze. it’s made worse by his hand pulling her chin up, forcing their eyes to meet.

“what’s wrong, baby?”

her rafe. that soft mumble only she’s privy to. his gentleness entirely reserved for her, for her moments of need. yet, she loves when he’s mean to her — in that dirty, knowing way he is. when her heart just feels so heavy and she doesn’t wanna think anymore. she craves that fuzziness only he can make her feel, a warmth pooling in her underwear. she needs it.

her voice is meek and barely audible when she huffs, “i jus’— today was so—”

rafe rolls his eyes, but tugs her closer. pressing firm kisses to her hairline and letting her ramble on about all the hard things she went through. she doesn’t register his wandering hands. it’s only when his fingertips are breaching her lace panties when she finally notices how he’s pushed her skirt up.

“hmf— rafey—”

her slickness makes a groan vibrate through his chest, fingers pressing forward until he’s prodding at that spongey spot just right. crybaby is hiccuping and sniffling again — eyes pitifully squeezed shut from the intrusion.

“shuddap, let daddy do this, yeah? getchu to stop whinin’ for once.”

based off this little thing i wrote!!!

[shaisuki]

❝ CAN'T LOOK TO WHAT'S MINE. ❞

$ FEATURING. YANDERE! HUSBAND MIKAGE REO

CONTENT WARNINGS. yandere themes + jealousy + reader and reo have kids + impregnation + forced pregnancy.

SYNOPSIS. jealousy doesn't suit reo and when his ex-teammates had reunited with him in one fateful coincidence, he didn't like how they are looking at you.

reo is capable of his hiding his emotions for the people he treats as his inferiors. no matter what standing you have in life, he will hide it with a smile in his face and that makes him likeable for the people that surrounds him.

today is different he can't hide the jealousy and anger he is feeling. staring with disdain to his former teammates who may not or have staring at his wife.

it's a pure coincidence of course. it's been years since he left the world of football for his company and you with his children. if things were different reo would treat this as a reunion with his former comrades but it's not. they interrupted his precious family time.

"reo! long time no see. i thought i couldn't see you again with you being a real big shot now." reo couldn't focus with the man in front of him but rather how his sight darts to him before briefly glancing at you and that seems to ignite a gnawing feeling to him.

"yeah. small world." he briefly says before grabbing your hand with his. tightly gripping with his anger and possessiveness evidence in the grip that it almost breaks your hand.

how dare these idiots look at you. he can feel you slipping from his grasp the moment you reciprocated their smiles and you never did that to him. he guesses it was the lack of contact from other people in your life and that's the reason he will never be going to another trip again with you with the risk of meeting another people like his former teammates.

the irritation building up and no matter how much he pretends he couldn't contain it. the breaking point when one of them asked if you were his infamous wife and with a nod. they erupted in what a good cheers, saying what a lucky guy reo must have been with being married to someone like until one of them reached out for their hand for you to shake but reo takes it. saying how nice to meet with them again and he have to go. somewhere along the lines of father and husband duties and they understand that.

reo tugging you to went back to the summer house he bought for you. there's no words spoken and his anger radiating all over the place. your kids carried by their nannies, knowing what it means when reo is already dragging you to the confines of your home.

"they're staring at what's mine." he mutters before pushing you to the bed and being the sane person you are.

"for fuck's sake, reo. can't i get another normal human interaction without you bitching why they were looking at me. they would look cause i'm with you!" you quipped . fed up with how possessive and protective he can get with you.

"you belong to me and they should know that!" he reasoned.

you let out an exasperated gasp. shaking your head for how he was thinking and dealing with his emotions.

"you parade me like a trophy with your business associates, dealt with your stupid events and yet, i can't interact with others. you're fucking unbelievable." distancing yourself from him.

"i can ignore that filthy words leaving your mouth but don't ever, ever question my claim to you." grasping your jaw to force you to look up to see his purple eyes swirls in complete madness.

he can see the tears pooling up at your eyes. can't you understand? he's so in love with you with madness in the end of it and who can blame when he wants you all for himself. then a sick idea coming up to his deranged mind. he could let the world know and to anyone whose to blind to see that you belonged to him.

he could just get you pregnant again.

his children would be delighted for a another sibling and being the doting father he is. he'll grant it—whether you like it or not. it's not like you have a choice either.

licking his lips with a delightful grin etched into his face. placing a kiss to your forehead and then forcefully shoving his tongue deep inside you. his hands already untying the laces and undoing the straps of your sundress.

he could see you round and swollen with his child again. you will be always be his beautiful baby mama and you can always give him one again. there's so much joy filling in his heart as he thinks of it.

after all, he gets what he wants not even considering your feelings and it would be known that you truly belongs to him.

[todoroklee]

Just laugh dammit!

Ler!bakugo and lee!todoroki

Summary: todoroki never laughs or even smiles and bakugo what's to know why, and try to make him laugh himself.

SFW, NSFW DNI

It was a normal day in the UA dorms, izuku and iida watching TV in the common room, some of the girls were at the pool and todoroki was sat in his room doing homework.

It wasn't until later when things started to take a turn for todoroki, at around 7pm he went down to the common room to join deku and iida watching TV. They were watching some comedy show and laughing there asses off, he sat down next to them and just watched.

"How do you guys find this funny?" He questioned genuinely.

"Uhum I dohont know I juhust doho?" Deku answered, still goggling.

Todoroki shrugged and continued watching, as iida and izuku continued laughing like maniacs bakugo walked out of his room to see what all the commotion was.

"What the hell are speedy and the nerd laughing about?!"

"Just some show, find out for yourself"

"Don't gotta be so rude iceyhot!" Bakugo groaned, but he did take a look at what they were watching and if he was being honest it was hilarious. A few of the moments got him giggling and that says something, but why wasn't iceyhot laughing or even smiling?

Before he could ask, todoroki was gone. Bakugo assumed he was in his dorm so he made his way over there.

Todoroki heard a bang on the door, as he got up to grab it the door had been booted open. He sighed.

"Bakugo."

"Icyhot"

"What do you want?"

"Just a question" he said with a smirk.

"What?"

"Why weren't you laughing or even smiling at the show tenya and the nerd were watching in there?"

"It just wasn't funny," he shrugged as if it was nothing, but bakugo wasn't done.

"Why don't you laugh, or even smile- yknow I've never seen you smile!"

"Mabye you don't deserve to, also did you just interrupt yo-"

"What do you mean I don't deserve t-"

"Don't interrupt me-"

"Like hell I'll listen to you!"

"Just shut up"

"What did you say?"

"You heard me"

'Oh, he is in for it now,' bakugo thought to himself as he charged towards the half n half gentleman. Todoroki landed on the bed with bakugo straddling his thighs.

"Dude, what the hell?!"

"Oh shut up" bakugo growled back as he tried to hit todoroki but he instead managed to brush his hand against the hot and cold heros side exerting a squeak from the older.

"No fucking way"

"Baku-"

"THE TODOROKI IS TICKLISH?!"

"Bakug-"

"HA HA, This is CRAZY!"

"Bakugo!"

"What?!"

"Don't say a wo-"

"What you gonna do? Your at my mercy"

"What are you gonna do hm ?"

"Simple, this!" With that bakugo started digging roughly into todorokis sides, causing the older to somewhat lurch forward.

He shoved a hand over his mouth as he tried to fight back bakugo but he was weaker due to the tickles.

"Bak- bakugo!"

"Yeah icyhot!?" He wiggled his fingers into todoroki's tummy hoping to mabye get him weak enough to pin his hands.

The hot n cold hero squeaked as he pushed himself backwards to try to get away from the tickly fingers of his explosive friend, this just gave bakugo the perfect opportunity to jump into action.

Bakugo grabbed one of his hands and kept it above his head whilst keeping up with the lighter tickles on his belly.

"Cmon icy-spicy show me that smile!"

Bakugo used his free hand to pull at shoto's arm but it wouldn't budge from his mouth.

"Cmon you icyhot bastard!" He wasn't doing much damage to his strength as he was clearly shown so he thought of the next logical option!

Bakugo dug three fingers into the hot n cold boys hollows, vibrating his fingers as he did so causing shoto to push his arms down to his sides showing off his smile.

Bakugo took one look and was caught, wow. He quickly was pulled out of this little moment when he heard a giggle slip from none other than shoto himself.

"No way! I didn't think such a serious guy could ever giggle! Awh that's adorable" bakugo teased relentlessly as he watched shoto try to hide his face.

"Nuh uh uh~" he fluttered his fingers against the now open side of his neck, causing todoroki to straighten his head.

"Stohop bahakugoho!-"

"Hmm I don't think so, your too adorable like this!"

"I'm nohot adohorable!"

"Oh yes you are~"

He wiggled his fingers against the hot n cold heroes tummy, "cmon icyhot, give me a laugh!"

Todoroki squealed, sucking his stomach in once again.

"Bahakuhogo! Stohop ihit"

"Oh no, I can't stop now!"

He began spidering his fingers all over the half n half heroes tummy, digging in and vibrating his fingers above his navel.

"ShiHIHIT BAHAUGOHO!"

"Oh? Swearing now? Watch your language icyhot~"

"STOHOP THIHIS!"

"So you don't like spiders huh, well what about raspberries?"

Bakugo smirked as he saw todorokis eyes widened, he stopped the tickles for a minute.

"Wahait bahakuho- plehease"

"Please...tickle you more?"

As he said that he began rolling up shoto's t-shirt, running his fingers over the bare skin.

"Noho bahakugoho!"

"Wow, your very ticklish icyhot~ is it something to do with your quirk or are you just that cute and sensitive all by yourself?"

"Shuhut uhup!"

"What, don't you like the word tickle? Well your gonna hate this then"

As he said that he shot his face down to plant raspberries all along the icyhot heroes tummy.

"Does this tickle shoto?"

He mumbled, sending tickly vibrations more throughout his stomach.

"SHUHUT UHUP BAHAKUGOHO!" He pushed bakugos head lightly as he threw his head back with loud, squeaky cackles.

"Your laugh is adorable icyhot, mabye I should do this more often?" He said teasingly, smirking as he lifted his head. Dipping a finger into shotos belly button and wiggling a finger.

"ShiHIHIT STOHOP!"

"But your so adorable~"

He put his mouth towards shoto's ear, "tktktktk~ does it tickle shoto, huh?"

"STOHOP TEHEASING, IHI CAHANT!"

After a few more seconds he stopped, getting off the half n half hero and sitting back on his bed.

Todoroki curled in on himself and was left in a pile of giggles, bakugo awwed internally as he looked towards shoto with a smile.

Shoto took a deep breathe and sat up next to bakugo.

"Thank you for that..." He said softly

"Don't get used to it icyhot," he said trying to sound angry as usual but failing, "Your welcome." He muttered under his breathe.

"But you know bakugo, I'm quite a big fan of revenge..." he turned towards bakugo with a devious smirk.

"Wait icyhot, you don't need to-" But he was cut off as shoto began clawing at his ribs.

"ShIHIHIT ICYHOHOT!"

Todoroki smiled, mabye smiling wasn't such a bad thing after all...

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AU: I haven't written in ages so apologies if it's bad, :)

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

💖 Hi, could you write something about Evie having a crush on some boy from school or some actor or singer and Andrei losing his mind because boys aren't allowed yet for his little girl?

girl dad drei is so fun and special to me 🩷

so he’s pretty chill in the sense that he’s never been the dad that’s like “oh she’s not dating until she’s 40” because he knows that’s a toxic mentality

she’s always loved boy bands and the teeny bop actors and you and andrei always thought it was cute, the way her room is decorated with posters and stuff like that

but when evie does go to her first real boy-girl party, he’s a little apprehensive

like “what do you mean there’s going to be boys there? i thought it was her best friend’s birthday?” and evie’s like 12 or 13 at this point and starting to cop that teenage attitude but in a cheerful way so she’s like “yeah, but a bunch of boys from the class were invited too and we’re going to hang out at the pool”

and evie acts like a normal pre-teen girl does with the early attempts at flirting and hand holding and it’s nothing serious at all

and then when she’s 13-14 she has her first “boyfriend” which is literally just some boy from school that she holds hands with regularly and goes to see movies with and does homework with. it’s literally all so wholesome and adorable but andrei starts panicking

“she’s my baby! how is she growing up so fast? a boyfriend?”

and you laugh at him, teasing, knowing that this is just puppy love and there’s nothing to be worried about “remember when she always said she was going to marry brady when she grew up? and how much she hated the girlfriend pyotr had when she was like 4 or 5 because he was her ‘boyfwend’?”

andrei scowls at you and mutters “i miss those days.”

“she’s growing up, drei,” you soothe, rubbing at his back, “it’s a fact of life. and one day when she really starts dating for real, we’ll be there to guide her”

“i hate that they’re growing up so fast,” he rests his forehead on your shoulder. “let’s have another one, start fresh.”

you bark a laugh, “absolutely the fuck not! maks is five, he’s finally a real person, i will not be starting over.”

“it was just a suggestion,” andrei grumbles, laughing

when all three girls really start seriously dating, he does do the intimidating former hockey player thing when he meets the boys, crossing his arms over his chest, making sure his biceps look huge, scowling and speaking in russian to you and the girls to make sure he seems more intimidating than he actually is

[starlightsuffered]

Ruin Her Innocence (p3)

Warnings - oral (male receiving), talking about cumming in boxers, innocence kink kinda, needy Kyle, big dick Kyle, cocky Kyle, short refractory period, petite reader, short reader, inexperienced reader, learning about sex, parent with cancer, bargaining for sexual acts, praise kink, accidentally using teeth during oral, mentions of masturbation, sacrilegious words during sex

Mr. Duval had upped the stakes. Now this project was worth 45% percent of our grade! I'd told Kyle we needed to get together to work again, and he'd suggested his house. He had a huge house, with a pool and everything. I was impressed.

I felt bittersweet about the fact that he was actually studying! On one hand it was good, on the other, he wasn't bargaining with me.

I'd researched it after I'd let him eat me out. It wasn't common to cum from giving someone else oral. Usually you needed to preform on them for that to happen. Was Kyle really as unique as he said he was? Just the thought of that time made my panties wet, another thing I'd had to look up. I thought I was peeing myself when arousal pooled in my heat.

"Alright," Kyle said, pushing his work back. "This is ridiculous, let's bargain."

My heart started the thump in my chest. Did I act eager or reserved? What would he want this time?

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I'm not studying," he said.

"But you were," I pleaded.

"I read the same sentence over maybe 20 times," he squinted one eye as he did the mental math.

"What had you so distracted?" I asked, knowing it was a dangerous question.

"Your lips," he said, tracing them. "You know you bite them when you work?"

I did know, but I couldn't speak at the moment.

"Your virgin mouth," he sighed.

"You're fetishizing me," I snapped.

"I've never met one, it's mesmerizing," he groaned.

"Never?"

"I wasn't anyone's first," he said.

"So what do you want this time?" I asked, hands on my hips.

"Haven't you guessed from the mouth comments?"

"You, you want a b-blow job?" I asked. "What if I do it wrong and hurt you?"

"I'd take teeth on my dick right now to be inside your mouth. It's so sm-small, oh fuck," he said, his hips resituated themselves.

"Okay, what about your parents?" I asked.

"They don't care, and my dad is probably asleep, practically dead to the world, from the cancer," he shrugged, looking down.

"Oh, Kyle, I'm so sorry," I said, honestly.

"It's fine," he said, but I saw his lip quiver for a second. He fixed himself and stood up. He began to pull down his pants, his bulge was huge, and some sort of liquid stained them. He took himself out and I gasped at his massive length.

"Are you?... Is that, average?" I asked from my place kneeling in front of him.

"Haha, I'm well above average," he chuckled. I let out a needy noise.

"You came in your boxers when you ate me out, that's not normal either!" I pointed out, trying to get some upper hand.

"Yeah, I did, it's very easy to make me cum, but something else goes along with that," he explained.

"What?" I asked curiously.

"I have a very short refractory period, almost none," he smirked.

"Refractory period?" I asked.

"Fuck you're so innocent," he swore and I made a face at him. I hadn't minded being innocent until he'd come into my life.

"People with vaginas can have as many orgasms in row as they please. A person with a penis needs time in between orgasming and becoming hard again," he told me.

"Oh, so yours is, oh," I said, realizing all the possibilities.

"Now that you're done trying to one up me," he said, and waved his hips so that his cock swung.

"What do I, what do I do?" I gulped.

"Pretend it's a lollipop, better yet, a popsicle, I don't want you only paying attention to the head," he instructed.

"I understand," I said shakily, my core beginning to heat. I took his cock in my hand. I began to stroke it up and down. He let out a strangled moan. I moved forward and tentatively licked his slit.

"Ah!" He moaned. "Just like that, oh f-fuck."

His noises were higher pitched and breathier than I'd imagined. I thought he'd give low growls and grunts, I was pleasantly surprised.

"Oh, oh," he said, as I took him further inside my mouth. "G-good girl!"

His praise sent a lightning bolt of pleasure straight to my cunt. I wished I could have some pleasure, but I'd never masturbated before, I wouldn't know what to do.

"Take me further, I know you can do it, so brave, so good," he panted. I tried my best, and my eyes watered as I gagged.

"Oh, yes, give me all you have. Such a nice, wet mouth, taking me so well," he continued to babble. I could tell he was trying very hard to hold back and not fuck my throat, knowing I couldn't handle it. The muscles in his thighs were twitching with the effort. I watched his toes curling as I moved up and down his cock. I accidentally grazed a tooth against him.

"Fuck!"

I pulled off immediately, feeling hot shame flood me.

"I'm sorry Kyle," I said ardently.

"Oh it's okay," he cradled my face. "You didn't mean it sweet heart. Look at you, all teary, chin all slobber covered. What a gorgeous sight!"

I felt my heart swelling at his words. I knew this was all a game to him, but his compliments did things to me I couldn't explain.

"Back in I go," he said, gently pressing his tip to my lips. I took it eagerly, wanting to hear more nice things from him.

"There you go darling," he said, and I sucked faster now.

"Oh, feels so good, feels so fucking good knowing I'm the only one to ever be inside this mouth. My cock is the only one that's ever slid in and out. You're a natural, look at you go," he swooned. I could hardly breathe. He'd been with so many girls, yet it was me he was praising.

"I'm so close, holy fuck," he swore. "You're baptizing my cock. I want to flood you!"

I had an idea. I hummed around his cock, hoping the vibrations felt good.

"You are a fast learner," he moaned. "My balls, massage my swollen balls, they're so full of cum for you!"

I reached up and fondled his heavy balls. He nearly screamed as he rutted into my mouth. Salty, hot, cum filled my mouth. I'd read that men liked you to swallow, so I did the best I could.

"D-don't stop," he begged. "I-I've got more, I can feel it, more for you."

"Oh, oh, uh, ahhh, fucking hell you're so good. Your mouth is so tiny and my cock is so big!" He whimpered. I rolled my eyes, he would compliment himself during sex.

I continued to place light, tantalizing touches to his balls. I even tried pumping the part of him I couldn't fit inside me. He seemed to love that, high pitched whines left his pretty pink lips.

"So good, so good, so good," he chanted. "Oh I'm gonna cum again, gonna fill your mouth again."

He did as he said. He shot ropes of cum into my mouth. I could feel my cunt was on fire as I watched him reveling in pleasure.

"So fucking horny for you!" He moaned. He was still shooting, and I was trying to swallow. I had to pull off him to manage it. He watched me gag and then swallow my mouth full of cum. I placed a hand on my stomach that was now completely full of Kyle's cum.

"Nice meal?" He asked.

"Let's get to work," I snapped, pretending my panties weren't soaked.

[mooshkat]

anyways i refuse to accept that that's the final end of them so. here.

Two hours later, Buck finds himself on Tommy's doorsteps. There's still a pit in the bottom of his stomach, it hasn't left since the words "I guess I did." left Tommy's mouth, but now he's moved on to upset. He's angry and he's not going to let one of the best things that happened to him go without a fight.

He knocks on the door, harsher than he normally would, and doesn't have to wait long before his–before Tommy answers it.

"What–Evan!" Tommy says, startled as Buck pushes past him and barges into his house. Buck glances at him and finds him with puffy, red eyes and tear tracks on his cheeks. It makes him just a little bit more hopeful that Tommy isn't as over them as he initially thought.

"I heard what you said and I get you're scared, Tommy, but no. No, you don't get to end things like that. Not after going through the last six months acting like it was meant to mean something because it did. To me."

Buck stands in the middle of the living room, arms crossed tight over his chest. He becomes hyperaware of just how much their lives have intertwined over the last six months; bits of him are scattered all over Tommy's house, in the clothes he's left behind and the pictures pinned to the fridge that holds his keto snacks. The same kind of pieces that Tommy has at his loft as well.

"Okay, so what if you're my first boyfriend? That doesn't make how I feel about you mean any less. I don't–I don't need to go out there and find another guy I like until he's 'the one'. I like you and I don't need to explore my options, or whatever. It kind of makes it feel like you think I'm just experimenting with being bisexual, and that's not what this is. I'm not using you as some exciting new thing."

Tommy sighs and scrubs a hand down his face, his shoulders drooping. "No, Evan, I'm sorry. That's not what I meant."

"Good. Good." Buck nods, deflating a little bit. "I'm sorry you've had shitty experiences in the past, Tommy, but I'm not those people. I-I asked you to move in with me tonight because I could see a life with you, Tommy. I want you in my life."

He takes a deep breath, "You talk about being scared of having your heart broken by me? You broke mine tonight. I've been afraid to say it because I always–always–get in too deep faster than my partners, but I...I love you. I love you, Thomas Kinard, and I want a life with you. Please don't let your fear stop you from having that."

Tommy doesn't say anything. He stares at Buck, eyes wide, and doesn't open his mouth.

The pit in his stomach gets worse. The hope he had is fracturing apart and splintering into raw embarrassment instead, and maybe this was a stupid idea, wasn't it? It was a bad idea to refuse Tommy's boundaries and come barging into his home to yell at him.

"Oh. Yeah, okay. Sorry, this was stupid." He was stupid thinking someone would actually want to stay for once. "Sorry. Forget I ever came over, and I'll–I'll leave your stuff at Harbor later."

He ducks his head and tries to squeeze past Tommy so he can leave before he gets sick.

A hand wraps around his wrist and stops him. He doesn't want to risk it and see it in Tommy's eyes that they are truly done for, but he stops and glances up at Tommy anyway.

"I'm sorry," Tommy says, and fresh tears pool in his eyes. "I'm sorry I let old habits kick up and let fear run my life. I'm not really the best at talking about things, am I? If–If you'll stay, I want to tell you about it. I shouldn't have left the way I did, but I want you to understand why."

Buck pulls his wrist free from Tommy's grasp and for a split second, he sees the fear and hurt in his eyes, before Buck grabs his hand and squeezes it. "Okay. Let's talk. And...please don't ever call me Buck again."

[sunjaesol]

soljae | one shot, high school, one-sided pining | prompt: crush

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

"Im Sol."

Sunjae strode towards the girl that stood a couple meters in front of him. His expression schooled into a cool and even look, he kept his eyes trained on the top of her head—even when she turned around and faced him.

He had no issue with eye contact… just with her, specifically.

"Sunjae-ah," she responded, mildly surprised.

A colourful knit sweater was thrown over her uniform, a little bulky and awkward as it clung to the edges of her blazer. The charms hanging on her backpack jingled when she turned around. Like most girls did, her fringe was still stuck in a little, pink roller.

She blinked, waiting for him to speak. When he didn't, she asked: "What's up?"

Yeah, what was up with him? He never approached her in the mornings. He usually waited until the afternoon, sometime after lunch, when he'd scrounged up enough courage to make an innocuous comment or ask a question. Sol kindly offered a response each time, even though he knew he was acting a bit weird. That was a thing he liked about her, he supposed; Im Sol didn't exclude people, even if said people acted aloof like him.

"I didn't know you also took the early bus," he found himself saying. It came out accusatory. Sunjae withheld a grimace. Why couldn't he just act normal around her?

Sol's brows raised. "Oh… um… yeah. The bake sale is today and me and my friends want to make sure that Taes—I mean, the students from our year get the best treats."

Sunjae kept staring at her. Tae-who? Was it Taesan? Taeyong? Taesung? His train of thought paused. If she liked Kim Taesung, he was going to drown himself in the pool this evening.

He bit his tongue. "Cool." Without another word, he continued his walk to the bus stop and quietly prayed that Sol would match his pace.

She did.

"Do you like desserts?" she asked conversationally.

He glanced at her from his peripheral vision. "Not really."

"Oh." Her lips pursed. "I guess that makes sense, with your dad's restaurant and all."

He hummed and kept his eyes on the sidewalk. He had to focus on not smiling, not grinning, not showing how much effect she had on him. Im Sol didn't need to know his heart had fallen to his feet the moment he laid eyes on her in the rain three full moons ago. Sunjae felt rather indifferent about movies, but he had a rental card from her mom's video store anyway. He liked ballads, but she listened to Girls' Generation so now he listened to Girls' Generation.

They arrived at the bus stop and waited with the other students on their ride. From the corner of his eye, he watched Sol take out her MP3-player and earphones from the front pocket of her backpack.

Stuffing his hands in his trousers, he uttered, "What're you listening to?"

"Huh?" Her hands stilled. "Oh. Um." She looked down at her MP3-player. "'Beginning' by Girls' Generation."

Before he could respond, she reached up, placed one earphone in his ear, and then she pressed play. Sunjae was frozen in shock at her bold move that he barely registered the electric guitar leading in the song.

She grinned. "My favourite is Yoona!"

Sunjae dumbly nodded. "Sure."

The bus rolled around the corner, forcing Sunjae to hand back the earphones. Their fingers brushed when he did, which only quickened the beat of his heart by threefold. In that briefest of moment, he felt the softness of her index finger and thumb.

Sunjae was going a bit crazy.

With the bus coming to a halt and opening its doors, that should indicate the end of their conversation (and the end of Sunjae's life, really, because a heart shouldn't be beating this fast), but something entirely different happened instead.

Sol offered him the space next to her on a two-seater.

Had Inhyuk been there, he would remind Sunjae to keep his cool and not fall to his knees in devotion to a girl he spoke all of ten words to, but Inhyuk wasn't here, so it took Sunjae's own willpower not to do all of the aforementioned right then and there.

And so, he nodded and sat next to Sol. He still didn't look her in the eye.

Sol kept quiet after that, too.

Turning his head fully away from her, a smile that had been simmering right under his cool frown broke to the surface, stretching his skin and aching his cheeks. A smile so dazzling the person at the other side of the aisle was likely confused. A thrill ran from the top of his head down to his gut. He was sitting next to Sol. He was sitting next to Sol!

For that twenty minute bus ride, Sunjae's mind dismissed all negative thoughts; swim practice, Kim Taesung's existence, his failing history grade. There was no evil in the universe when Sol's arm occasionally brushed his. If he could, he would turn back time and relive this singular moment over and over again.

He had it bad. He had it really, really bad for Im Sol.

The bus rolled into its drop-off lane at the school. All the students got off the bus and Sunjae made a point not to immediately run off to his friends. Looking over his shoulder, he watched Sol descend the steps of the bus.

For a split second, their eyes met.

Sol smiled. "See you around, Sunjae-ah!"

And then she ran off. Sunjae watched her go. For months, he knew, he would think about this. Rubbing a hand against his sternum, he collected his thoughts and looked around for Inhyuk.

Because if anyone knew who Sol was making baked goods for, it was his nosy gossip of a best friend.

[thewulf]

Bit Sharky || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request - Can I request where Jake takes you swimming with sharks, maybe reader has always been afraid of sharks but he helps you conquer your fear 🦈

A/N: Got carried away with this one! Really enjoyed writing this pure fluff, enjoy!! :) Reader and Jake are not in a relationship in the beginning. Thank you for the request @emma8895eb

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 4.5k +

It was a gorgeous sunny day in southern California. The sun was shining, the breeze was blowing, the ocean was full of elated people. You on the other hand were an absolute nervous wreck as you looked at the ocean pool secluded to the side full of sharks. Peering over the side your heart began beating far too fast when you saw the swimming sharks just below you. How did Jake convince you to do this? How did he convince you to do anything? Your big fat, obvious, crush on the guy might’ve had something to do with it.

It was supposed to be a group of pilots going but suspiciously, one by one, everybody started to bail. Bradley had an emergency he needed to attend to. Nat’s mom surprised her with concert tickets. Bob’s brother was supposed to be coming into town. You had a feeling Nat had them bail so it was just you and Jake. She’d been trying to get the two of you together for the last month but kept missing the mark.

You didn’t want to commit to somebody who didn’t want to make a commitment back to you. He didn’t think you had any feelings for him. The classic case of two really good friends being dumb as hell. Nat was trying, she really was. This was her boldest move yet though. Just you and Jake, swimming with sharks. The one thing you thought you’d never, ever, do in life. They scared the absolute Jesus right out of you.

You were so focused on the sharks below you; you hadn’t heard the human behind you. Standing there with a big shitty grin knowing he was going to mess with you. He had to. It was too easy.

He tapped your back lightly knowing the slightest touch would throw you off balance with how far you were leaning over to look, “Don’t fall in now.” He snickered letting you lose your balance before grabbing you. He liked to tease not be completely mean.

You on the other hand froze. It felt like time stood still as you tried to find your footing where there was none. Why were you leaning over the pool so aggressively anyway? You weren’t athletic enough to figure this one out, so you’d simply accepted your fate of falling into the shark infested waters. It was all a blur up until you felt yourself being pulled back to a steady surface.

Then you felt his arm wrap around your waist bringing you to him. Talk about overwhelming. One second you thought you might be shark food and the next you were in Jake’s chest. Damn. If you weren’t so spooked

“Jake you fucking asshole!” You jumped back pushing yourself away from him. For a moment there you felt like a goner. Like maybe you’d really get eaten by fucking sharks today. You placed a hand over your heart trying to get it to calm the hell down.

He must’ve seen the fear in your eyes because the normal teasing that’d usually come next with him never did come. Instead, he walked over to you with an almost concerned gaze littering his normally cocky features, “Hey,” He grabbed your hand trying to get your attention, “You okay? I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

With your hand still over your heart you nodded, “Yeah. Sorry.” You looked away quickly embarrassed for the overreaction. What could you say? You were scared shitless. Sharks terrified you. That was even almost too mortifying to admit to him too. This was a mistake. A big mistake. You kept looking down just feeling your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

Jakes waving hand in front of your face snapped you out of it, “Y/N, you there?”

Snapping your head up to him you bit you lip, “Sorry, yeah.”

He shook his head, “You don’t have to apologize.” He paused, looking at you with both concern and confusion, “Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked again.

“Yeah. I just…” You stopped unsure of how to

He leaned forward urging you on, “You just?” His eyes looked straight at yours. You gulped knowing you weren’t getting away with this one.

Out with it then, “Sharks really scare me.”

You knew he wanted to smile. He really wanted to smile. But the nervousness that still crossed you made him stop. Instead, he reached for your hand grabbing it with gentleness. Slowly, he rubbed his thumb along your finger, “I’m surprised you agreed to come.” He let out the laugh now.

“You all but made me Jake! Threatened me and all.” You mumbled scrunching your nose up in fake irritation. You loved this. All of it. The attention, the touch, the closeness. You’d have to thank Nat for this later.

He finally let the laugh out that threatened to spill over so many times before, “Alright fine, but you could’ve said no.”

You shrugged, “It was supposed to be an entire group. It was going to be a lot easier to hide. I was planning on using Nat as a body shield” Your cheeks turned a little pink admitting it. He stepped a bit closer feeling the desire to be close to you. It was nothing new. Jake adored you. You never put up with his shit, always one upping him. You’re a challenge Jake had yet to figure out. He wasn’t sure if he ever was going to. You were a rarity. A gem. Diamond in the rough.

He smiled though, hearing you admit that. For somebody usually so sure of yourself come undone at the sight of sharks was oddly cute. It made you human. You weren’t completely fearless like you seemed to be. It gave him a touch more confidence with you. He needed it when it came to you. You had a way to make him question himself. Make him want to do better, be better. You pushed him further than anybody had before, and you weren’t even trying. What happened if you tried? Jake was half the man he thought he was when you were around. You brought the absolute best in him. The truest of him. He was his favorite person you were around. And thanks to his dumbass friends who surely did this on purpose he got to spend the afternoon with you. A new version of you.

Nat too nagged Jake about you. She was determined as determined could be. She tried everything in the book to get Jake to ask you out but failed time and time again. This was her last-ditch effort to get the two of you idiots to see what the hell she and everybody else saw day in and day out. That and she was exhausted. It was tiring to watch really.

Jake might as well give in right? If Nat went to all the trouble she was sure of it. That was the final push he needed to pursue you, “Would you believe me if I said I’m glad they bailed?” He quirked an eyebrow up knowing he’d catch you off guard with that one. Jake had known of you for years but had only known you for the last month. But he was sure, he was smitten with you. And within those four weeks he hadn’t once dared flirt with you. So, this, this was something you weren’t expecting. Not in the slightest.

He caught the slight catch of your breath in your throat as your eyes widened in surprise. Jake would be lying if he didn’t admit it made him a tad weak at the knees seeing you so vulnerable like that in front of him. Something changed in your gaze as you looked him over for what felt like the first time. He was so handsome. So, so devastatingly handsome. He was tanned, golden bronze that contrasted with yours so brilliantly. His unfathomable, emerald, green eyes contrasted with his complexion. His eyes were so deep and beyond expressive, you could get lost if you dared to stare long enough, you’d wanted to. His face had that faraway dreamy look in it, like he was just discovering you for the first time. His smile, which reached all the way up to those eyes and wrinkled them right on up, suddenly flaunted the modesty and humility he rarely showed. It was the first time you’d really seen the man. The moment you knew your fate was sealed. You’d loved him.

You nodded, “I believe you.” Blinking away the sudden lust that washed over you, you looked down at your hand that was laced within his.

He smiled seeing you shake away the lovestruck look you’d given him. Maybe Nat wasn’t joking around. Maybe you did have feelings. He just had to bring them out. Surely, he could do that.

“Good, now come on. Let’s go snorkeling with some very harmless sharks.” He tugged at your hand, but you stood your ground. Far too afraid to even set foot in that salt-water pool.

“I think I’m good actually.” You smiled sweetly at the man who wanted so desperately to spend more time with you.

You gulped as he shook his head, “No way darlin’.” That was the first time he’d ever called you anything other than by your name. You’d be a damn liar if you said your body didn’t react to that. A shiver ripped down your spine. That same blush from earlier coated your cheeks. If it wasn’t obvious you liked him before it was surely obvious now, “You don’t get to back out now. You made it all the way here. I’ll be with you the whole time.” He tried making you feel a bit better however he could.

“That doesn’t reassure me Jake.” You smiled brightly letting him know you were just playing. You’d trusted Jake with your life. He’d never put you in a situation beyond your control. He cared far too much to make you uncomfortable. He’d shown that time and time again.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” He took a step forward wanting to be a little bit closer to you.

Your words failed you. Where in the hell was this side of Jake coming from? You’d never seen it from him before directed at you. You’d dreamed of it but now that it was smacking you right in the face it didn’t seem real.

“What?” Your mouth gaped open in disbelief. Why couldn’t you just play along with him? Why did you have to be so weak when it came to his advances?

He shrugged, “You heard me honey. Now, sharks?”

“Honey?” You were baffled. Was he doing it just to mess with you?

He grinned seeing the utter confusion on your face, “Sharks?” He countered your question with his own.

“What is going on?” You asked looking up at him earnestly begging for him to help ease your mind.

He shrugged again trying to play it off nonchalantly, “You ask a lot of questions.”

“You’re confusing the hell out of me Jake!” You didn’t raise your voice, but it was overly excited. You were overwhelmed. The sharks on top of this new incessant flirting he’d suddenly thrown at you was too much. You were able to fly jets all day but couldn’t handle this, the irony of life.

He knew just how to work you up, “You’re cute with that blush on your cheeks.”

“Oh my god.” You grumbled looking away. Another flush coated your cheeks at that comment from him.

He held his hands out once more stifling the laugh, “Sharks now, we can talk while we’re swimming.”

Begrudgingly you put your hand in his. He’d managed to embarrass you like twelve times in five minutes. This man was a menace to you. Knew how to get you worked up in all the right ways. He knew when to push your buttons and when to pull back. He had gotten to know you through and through. He’d explored different parts of your mind. Loving every single conversation, he got with you. Fell deeper and deeper for you each time he unlocked a new pathway, “Fine. But I’m using you as a shield.”

He grinned pulling you right along with him, “I was hoping you’d say that.” Giving your hand a squeeze for reassurance.

“Jake.” Your eyes look up to his. He laced his fingers in between yours as you walked over to the stand, “What are you doing?” You had to ask again knowing he wouldn’t budge, but you didn’t care. He was killing you.

He looked over at you with a cockier than ever grin on his face, “Talking to ya, what else would I be doing?” He feigned innocence.

You gave him a tight-lipped smile, cheeks hurting from how bad you were smiling, “You’re so annoying Jake.”

He pulled your hand, so you ran into his side, “But you love it. Don’t you?” He questioned keeping your arm close to his side. Even as you neared the stand with the equipment he kept you close.

“My lips are sealed.” You smiled in utter glee. Things had gone from painfully awkward to oh so natural in a matter of moments. He pinched your side in response. He grabbed your snorkeling gear fitting you up before slipping off his shirt. You tried your best not to stare but damn. How could you not? The man was fine as hell. You’d rarely seen him shirtless much less this damn close. You’d been caught when you heard him clear his throat.

You looked up cheeks aflame, “Like what you see?” He quipped wiggling his eyebrows right at you.

“Shut up, Jake.” You managed to look away. You’d turned away so you hadn’t seen Jake’s eyes trained right on you as you slipped off your cover up. You’d never felt terribly comfortable in bathing suits and now here you were baring it all for him. When you turned back he was staring right at you. Had you been that obvious just moments prior?

“Like what you see?” You had to give it right back to him, had to. With what little confidence you had left.

He nodded, his gaze broken once you spoke, “Oh darlin’,” His eyes snapped up to yours with desire dancing straight through them, “I love what I see.”

Jesus Christ. Where did this version of Jake come from? He was driving you absolutely wild with the flirtier than ever comments. And how in the hell had he done it so damn smoothly?

“You know,” His voice broke you from your thoughts, “You’re awfully cute when you blush like that.” He winked taking a step into the pool offering his hand out to you. You hesitated seeing a few sharks swim close to his leg already.

“Come on, then we can talk.” He used his fingers to summon you towards him. wondered what would prevail, curiosity and closeness to Jake or your fear of sharks. For yours and his sake you hoped it’d be the first. When you took his hand he gently pulled your feet into the pool. Giving you enough space to back out if you needed to.

“Okay I made it.” You squeezed his hand with a lot more force than he was expecting. You were scared. Scared terribly and he needed to protect you. He had to thank Nat later, he’d been waiting on an opportunity like this.

“That you did.” He gave your hand a gentle squeeze back trying to soothe some of your anxiety, “Do you trust me Y/N?” He asked you with nothing but a slight smile on his face. His concern for your comfort trumped the flintiness he so desperately wanted to throw at you.

You nodded quickly, “I do. But I swear if you toss me into the pool that will be the end of you.” Glaring at him he only shook his head laughing at your comment.

“No, no. I’m just going to hold you.” He corrected your anxieties stating that like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Your eyebrows shot straight to your forehead, “What?”

He loved watching you react to his words. Even he knew how jarring it must’ve been for you coming out of nowhere, but he had no plant to stop, “Just until you get used to the sharks is all.” He shrugged his shoulders taking a few more strides in. Your hand was stretching but he wasn’t pulling. He was guiding you but not forcing anything. He knew you needed the time. The worst thing he could do was force you to do something you didn’t want to. You needed a helping hand not one that hurt you.

“Is this just a ploy to get your hands on me?” You teased trying your best to not be the most awkward person in the world.

The cheeky little smile that crossed his lips sent you a message of his intentions, “Maybe darlin’. Maybe it is.”

You took a step shaking your head. Your eyes rose in fear seeing a few fish and some smaller sharks swimming right by him. He was waist deep in the water now gently pulling you along, “Hey, it’s okay. If you want to get out, we can.” He gave your hand a squeeze seeing the fear in your eyes.

“No,” You shook your head taking a hesitant step down, “I want to talk.” You were too damn stubborn to give up now. Not when Jake had all but promised to hold you close.

His tongue brushed over his teeth as he watched you take another step down, “Atta girl.” He winked knowing exactly what he was doing to you now. He knew exactly how his words made that cute little blush rise to your cheeks.

“Don’t do that.” You said quickly. Rosy red cheeks now seeming to permanently dawn your cheeks.

“Do what?” He played dumb once more driving you absolutely wild. How in the course of a few hours had he managed to completely flip the script on you?

Another step and you were finally level with him, “Say those things. If you don’t mean it.” You added quickly. Because you didn’t want him to stop. You really didn’t. But if he didn’t mean it you needed him to stop for your own sanity. You couldn’t take a flirty Jake with no intentions.

He wrapped his arms around you’re your abdomen pressing his chest to your back. Oh, so thankful for the water hiding the goosebumps that rushed down your body from the contact. He moved slowly to give you time to back out of the embrace. You didn’t though. You shamelessly wanted to feel his touch. As intimate as intimate could get. You were positive if he could feel your heart racing he could certainly feel it. Jake rested his hands on your hips, you didn’t know if your poor brain could comprehend much more. Not at the rate that he was dishing it out at you.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Who says I don’t mean it darlin’?”

Feeling like your chest might explode from how fast your heart was racing you took a long slow breath trying to regain your jumbled mess of a brain, “Are we going to talk about it?” You asked looking forward, not daring to turn your face towards the eyes that were burning a whole in the side on your head.

“Sure.” He said gently holding onto you as he waded out a bit deeper with you in his arms, just like he’d promised.

You closed your eyes knowing you needed to ask the question, but he beat you to the punch, “Nat may have told me some things.” He paused unsure of how much he wanted to admit. When you only waited on him to continue he knew he should just tell you the truth, “A few weeks ago. Didn’t really believe it until this this afternoon.”

You laughed knowing she was going to eat this up the second you got back to the shared apartment between the two of you. She’d been putting in hours trying to get this to happen and here you were. In his arms in a pool full of sharks you’d nearly forgotten about because of him. Who would’ve thought? Not you, not you in the slightest this morning.

Thankful your head was turned forward, “What changed your mind?” You were curious, so damn curious where this side of him was coming from.

“That cute blush.” He whispered again. The smile that grew from his face was purely a reaction to your own. He felt the shiver that you tried to hide, “Can I tell you something?”

You nodded desperate for him to talk. Your silly little brain needed him to speak as it wouldn’t allow you to, “Nat’s been talking to me about you for almost three weeks.”

Turning your head up to look at him you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, “She has?” This woman was certainly on a mission.

He hummed in acknowledgement, “The second week we were here she said I was giving you ‘the look’ and hasn’t stopped since then.”

“Were you?” You asked far too curiously.

He nodded his head while your head was turned up to him, “That was the day you shot be down back-to-back. I don’t think anybody has done that before.” He admitted. He might not have toted himself as a relationship kind of guy, but he was for the right person. He absolutely was for you. Everything he wanted and so much more he was desperate. Desperate for your love.

You giggled seeing a small blush actually cross his cheeks, “Aww, little old me?”

He gave your hip a gentle squeeze as he stepped forward further. You were now completely in his embrace, too short to touch the bottom so he took the opportunity to hold you completely, “Kicked my ass. Got my attention sweetheart. You’ve had it since that day. Only continue to surprise me day in and day out.”

Your speedy heart kicked it up a notch at his words, “You mean that?”

“I mean every single word.”

With the last drop of confidence, you had you turned around in his arm, so you were chest to chest. Taking him off his game he sucked in a breath curious to see what you were doing, “I told Nat I liked you that day.”

“You like me?” He asked so unsure of himself. The most unsure you’d ever seen him.

You bit your cheek knowing it was time to just let it all out, “I do.”

The smile that came to him was one you knew you’d always want to see. One of pure elation and complete joy, “You just made my day pretty lady.” He pulled you completely into him, chest to chest.

He could surely feel your heart racing, “Yeah?”

“Mhmm.” He was looking right at your lips. The sharks had long since been forgotten about. It was just you and him in your own little world in the middle of the salt-water pool, “I like you too. A whole lot.”

Your gaze flicked from his eyes to his lips and then back up again, “What are we going to do about that?” You asked.

“We’re going to kiss, if that’s alright with you.” His eyes were locked in on yours making sure you were completely okay with what he was about to do.

You nodded desperately up at him, “Yes, please. It’s more than alright.” Your voice sounded needy. You desired him more than anything in the world.

“Atta girl.” He pulled you up so your head was level with his. You snaked your legs around his waist not really giving a damn how desperate you seemed. He kept hitting you with these one liners that made you question your sanity.

With his hands free he placed one behind your head gingerly and one across your back. He too was desperate to touch, feel, smell, taste all of you. He knew exactly what he wanted and what he wanted was clinging right onto him in the same dire state he was in.

Gently he pulled you into him. He kissed you so lightly at first you weren’t sure why he was holding back. You ran your hands through his finely styled hair that you were sure to destroy. You pressed yourself further into this kiss waking him up.

An urgent groan escaped him as the once light touch turned far more aggressive. Jake kissed you with more passion and desperation than you’d ever felt before in your life. Your eyes shut as you let yourself feel all of the moment. He ran his tongue around your lips asking for permission which you immediately granted. You felt him pull you closer, impossibly close. His hand on your head snaking through your own hair.

If it wasn’t for the air you had to breathe you would’ve stayed like that all day. But you didn’t get a good enough breath before he leaned in. A small pout crossed his face once you pulled away gasping lightly for the air you tried so long to hold out on.

You shook your head once the slight dizziness from the lack of oxygen subsided, “Jake, that was…”

“Incredible?” He cocked his head to the side studying your face with a look that told you exactly what you wanted, he adored you.

“More than.” You giggled giving him a quick peck knowing that’d take him by surprise.

He ran his hands down your back loving the way your body reacted to his touch. Goosebumps erupted from the spots he touched, “It’s a good thing I plan on doing that again. Many times. Many, many more times.” He clarified.

Your own smile was beginning to hurt from how long you’d seem to have been holding it, “I like that plan. I like it a lot.”

With a look of love adorning his handsome face he brushed a thumb along your lip, “I’m glad we’re on the same page darlin’.  Now, we’ve got plenty of time for that later. Want to go swimming?”

You squeezed your legs around his torso tightly letting him know exactly what you thought of that suggestion, “It’s… a bit sharky in here.”

He ran a gentle hand along your leg trying to calm your nerves, “It’s okay. They’re harmless. I’ll be with you the whole time.”

Your expression turned serious, “You’re lucky I like you. I wouldn’t do this for anybody else.” Reluctantly, you let your legs go from around his waist. Jake put your goggles on for you getting you ready to snorkel.

“I sure as hell am very lucky you like me beautiful.” He agreed with you as he put his own goggles on.

He knew all the right words to make you blush like a cherry red tomato, “You never stop, do you?”

He shook his head, “With you? Never my dear. I plan to never stop.”

With one last blush and grin you decided it was finally time to swim with the damn sharks. Jake took a second to admire you as you swam off. Admiring the way you conquered your fears so effortlessly. When you turned around to wave him on he knew he was all but done for. You had him wrapped right around your pinky finger.

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[fayoftheforest]

human kite & antisemitism

In the notes of my recent meta on Vampire Kyle AUs, a user reflected on how similar antisemitic stereotypes might overlap with his TFBW character as well. Since I also have some thoughts on this and enjoyed putting together the last lil post I thought I’d do another on this subject too :) 

South Park Fandom Wiki states that Human Kite is heavily inspired by Superman, “being a faraway alien with the ability to fly and to shoot lasers out of his eyes, even wearing a costume with the color red, yellow, and blue and a symbol in his chest to match.”  I think this is pretty cool! Superman was created by Jewish immigrants and is very Jewish-coded in his origin story, being “a refugee with the Hebrew-inspired name ‘Kal-El’ who escaped a dying world and fought Nazis during World War II” (JewishUnpacked). I don’t know if Tratt were aware of these roots, but either way, I think it’s pretty neat :)

South Park Fandom Wiki also claims that Kyle playing an alien character “may be a reference to how Adolf Hitler did not consider Jews ‘human.’" This is. Uh. Less neat.

Similarly upsetting is the name itself, Human Kite, which is a play on words with the horrific ethnic slur “kike.” American Jewish Committee posits that the term “is derived from the Yiddish word for circle, ‘kikel,’ a reference to how Jewish immigrants at Ellis Island signed their entry forms: a circle as opposed to an X, which Jews associated with the cross of Christianity. Immigration officers described those who signed forms with a circle as ‘kikel,’ eventually being shortened to ‘kike.’”

Did Matt and Trey really create his entire character just so that Cartman could call him Human Kike that one time? I can’t say for certain, just in the same way I don’t have a direct quote from them confirming the reasoning behind their selections of names for Kyle and Ike. But I can tell you that if you put ‘em together and you get… yeah. Yep. “Kike” again. Thank you, Tratt, very cool 👍Get a new joke maybe :/

Now, let’s talk specifically about his laser powers. Up until researching for this meta, I had presumed that Kyle’s ability to shoot lasers from his eyes was a direct reference to the Jewish Space Laser conspiracy popularised to the public by terrifyingly influential political figure Marjorie Taylor Greene. In 2018, Greene wrote a Facebook rant speculating that the California wildfires were caused by a giant laser floating in space, owned by the Jews. Very normal thing to believe :|

However, during my research, I realised that these timelines did not match up. As mentioned, Greene’s rant was shared in 2018, but didn’t go viral until 2021. Meanwhile, South Park’s The Fractured But Whole was released way back in 2017! What I had initially assumed was another antisemitic reference is in fact just a dreadful and ridiculous coincidence. Nonetheless, It’s still a commonality that’s worth pointing out, I think.

Just as an aside, I’d like to take this opportunity to give a shoutout to cousin Kyle’s version of Human Kite. Everything about him is an egregious Jewish caricature, from his irritating, snivelling voice to his long list of health issues. It’s not my fault that the limited Jewish gene pool has fucked me over, Tratt! Leave me alone! A meta about antisemitism within Cousin’s Kyle characterisation would be a mile long, so I’ll spare you that for now.

Anyway, what does this all mean when we’re creating fan content around TFBW? Must we just chuck the Human Kite persona into a blender and never speak of it again? Not necessarily. Speaking as a Jewish fandom member, I quite enjoy reading and writing Human Kite. It’s a fun character to play around with! Despite his unfortunate roots, I don’t believe including him is innately antisemitic. It just depends on how you go about doing it! If he’s not secretly running the world, controlling the banks and Hollywood, or consuming the blood of innocent Christians, you’re on the right track. 

You could even go for a little meta-commentary and acknowledge the antisemitic coding within the text! Here’s an example of how I did that in my upcoming TFBW reality swap fic (don’t question why there’s two of everyone, it makes sense within the text lmao)

“Wait, you’re telling me in an alternate reality we’re all aliens?” Kyle gawks at this funhouse-mirror version of himself, who’s busy gawking right back. “No, Kyle, just—just you,” Kenny says. “Oh.” Kyle narrows his eyes. “You know, it’s difficult not to interpret this with antisemitic undertones.” “What, like the Jewish Space Laser conspiracy?” Cartman asks. Mysterion frowns. “Jewish people have space lasers in your universe?” “No,” Cartman sighs and shakes his head forlornly, before muttering, “it’s a made-up rumour to perpetuate mistrust and hatred towards the Jewish community.” “Alright, don’t sound so disappointed,” Kyle huffs. “Guys!” Stan says. “Can we not start this argument again?” “I never said it was a cool rumour, Kyle!” Cartman snaps defensively. “Obviously it’s super harmful and whatever. All I meant was that it would have been cool if it were real. Because, like, space lasers are awesome! Right?” He looks to Kite, apparently presuming that they’re an authority on the matter. “Um.” Kite blinks, then says hesitantly, “I can shoot lasers… from my eyes. And once I did sort of fly up into space and magnify the lasers to destroy Chaos’s tin foil factory. So, uh. Does that help?” Cartman’s face lights up and is split in half by an enthusiastic grin. “It helps a lot, actually.” Kyle groans and pinches his nose. “You have no idea how much education you’ve just undone, dude.” He opens his eyes to glower at Kite. Kenny glances at Chaos. “Tin foil factory?” Chaos waves a hand dismissively. “Outsourcing proved more efficient.”

There we go! A lighthearted little nod, which acknowledges potential antisemitic readings of Human Kite, without justifying or excusing it. It’s not at all necessary when creating fan content around Human Kite, but just know that that’s an option to you, if you so choose. Just make sure antisemites are the butt of your joke, and not Jewish people, lmao.

I’ll finish up by returning to my general sentiment that I held in my Vamp!Kyle post. If you conduct your creations with a basic level of awareness and self-reflection, you’ll probably be alright. Just stay in the know, and you’re all good to go 😎

[basu-shokikita]

Kloktober 2023 Day 25

Campfire or left in the cold

Since Dethklok were already canonically abandoned in the snow, I decided to go for campfire today. For some reason, I couldn’t stop picturing Nathan and Skwisgaar at the campfire so that’s what you’re getting! They’re one of my favorite Dethklok relationships after all :)

“Okeys, starts askings de questionks, go, go go!” Skwisgaar rubbed his hands in expectation. 

“Okay, okay…” Nathan narrowed his eyes at his phone screen. “If you could be an animal, what would you be?”

Skwisgaar replied instantly. “A dragons, you!”

“Maybe like Godzilla or something…” Nathan said, in deep thought. “Godzilla is fucking brutal.” He returned his eyes to the screen. “What has made you laugh until you cried?”

“Whens…” Skwisgaar was already giggling at the memory. “Whens Moidaface tripped with dogs shit, den a bananas, then his hair caught fires, then brokes his nose...when he diveds in a pools.” He shut his eyes, body shaking from laughter.

Nathan chuckled. “That was fucking awesome. I guess that’s mine too.” He stared at the screen again. “Favorite TV Show?”

Some hours ago, Skwisgaar had suggested to Nathan to get fucking plastered, a suggestion Nathan would never turn down. They decided to get booze without the Klokateers and, on their way back from the store, they got lost in the woods.

Luckily, they had found a small campfire that Charles had set all across the place in case any Dethklok member would ever get lost, they could be safe and warm. Charles had told them to stay there and wait to be picked up. And while they waited, well…that booze wasn’t going to drink itself. 

Skwisgaar especially was giving Nathan a fight for his money with that bottle of rum, which was impressive considering Nathan was the one that got a liver transplant due to this extreme alcohol consumption. 

While neither of them was normally too talkative, alcohol made them more chatty. Thus, they were now playing the 20 questions game with each other. 

“Uhh….a fact about the last person you kissed…” Nathan asked reluctantly, like he wasn’t sure he was reading it right. 

“He ams a stupid dildos.” Skwisgaar answered way too fast. 

Nathan blinked. “He?”

“She,” Skwisgaar belatedly corrected. “She ams…stupids…” He frowned at the fire and took another gulp of rum. 

Nathan thought it was weird that Skwisgaar seemed bitter, he didn’t seem like the type to even remember his partners. Not that he cared. “Mine had huge boobs and was super hot. Next question…most traumatic exper-let’s skip that. What’s the last text you received?” 

Wordlessly, Skwisgaar pulled up his phone and opened the messaging app. He raised both eyebrows for a second before his expression turned neutral again. “You ams a colds unfeelingks monsters.” He read, impassively. 

“Woah.” Nathan chuckled. “That’s brutal. Who sent that?”

“Toki.” Skwisgaar said before tucking his phone back in his pocket. 

“Oh.” That was considerably less brutal. “Did you guys fight?”

“He ams just being a big babies as usualsk.” Skwisgaar rested his face on his hand, seemingly done with the conversation.

“Right…” Nathan scrolled down his own messages. “The last message I got was from Charles saying we needed to stay put, so…” He opened the image again and cleared his throat. “Last awkward situation you found yourself in?”

Skwisgaar snorted. “When Pickle walkeds into me and Toki-” His half-lidded gaze suddenly turned wide-eyed. “P-Playings wif our swords- I means guitars! We were playingks wif our guitars!”

Nathan wasn’t sure if he had drank too much and was starting to hallucinate things but something was starting to be really odd about Skwisgaar’s answers. If anything, this was currently his most awkward situation. “Okay, let’s move on…have you met the person you fell hardest for?”

“Noes!” Skwisgaar yelled. “Noes, I hasn’ts! I don’ts do dat! I don’ts falls for peoples evors!” As if to emphasize this, he took a pretty long swig of his bottle and finished it.

Yeah, he was going to ignore that too. He was definitely going to ignore it. “Yeah, that’s a no for me too…” He mumbled to himself before moving to the next question. “What’s a secret you haven’t told anyo-”

“Nethans, ams you questioningks me?” Skwisgaar stood up and gave him an accusing glare. 

“What?” Nathan grimaced. “No? What the fuck are you talking about, I’m just reading these stupid questions!” He looked back at his phone. “Next question says: talk about your ex.”

“I don’ts has an ex!” Skwisgaar exclaimed in frustration.

“That’s what the game says!” Nathan replied, just as frustrated.

Puffing, Skwisgaar sat back down on the tree trunk. The crackling of fire filled the silence between them. “Sorries.” He said after a while.

Nathan stared at him with vague, intoxicated concern. “Are you okay?” 

“Ams dat a games questionks?” Skwisgaar said, gaze half-lidded again. 

“Uh…” Nathan glanced at his phone. “Yeah.”

Skwisgaar kept his eyes on the fire, lip quivering. “Noes…” He let out quietly.

Nathan pretended to read from the image on his phone. “Why…are you not…okay?”

Skwisgaar sighed, covering his face with his hands. “I thoughts I didn’t cares about somethings…but I does…and it sucks.”

He might have had too much to drink, because it was making him sad to see Skwisgaar so dejected. “What happened?” After a pause, he added. “That’s also a question here.”

His friend chuckled. “I…has an argskuments with somebodies….” He lowered his hands, frustrated at himself. “I knows! Soes fucking stupids. Ams I a goil? Pfft.”

Nathan waited and waited, but when Skwisgaar didn’t say anything else, he insisted. “And?”

“Ands…” Skwisgaar blinked slowly at the fire, like he couldn’t comprehend what he was feeling. “Ands I misses dat idiots.”

“So, go and tell that person that.”

Skwisgaar winced. “I can’ts.” 

“Uh, why?”

“He-she wants somethings whats I cant’s give hims…I means her.” Skwisgaar mumbled and buried his face in his legs.

In turn, Nathan took several gulps of his whiskey bottle, because he really was going to need it to listen to Skwisgaar’s half-baked confession. He exhaled loudly, the alcohol burning his insides. “And what is that?”

Skwisgaar didn’t move for several seconds. “Loves.” He finally said, voice muffled.

Seriously? That was it? Love?! Nathan squinted at Skwisgaar in disbelief. “The way I see it, you don’t seem to be having problems with that.”

Confused, Skwisgaar raised his head. “...What you means?”

Nathan stared into Skwisgaar’s eyes, a bit exasperated to have to spell it out for him. He was never the best with words, but Skwisgaar was even worse. “Egh, I mean that what I’m hearing is that you……love this person, Skwisgaar. Your problem is that you don’t want to admit it.” He drank more whiskey. “That’s it.”

Skwisgaar looked at him like he had invented the atomic bomb, or something. “I alreadies…?”

Nathan saw a bush move and he stood up instinctively before recognizing the Klokateer uniform. Oh, right, they were waiting to be picked up. 

“Sir!” The Klokateer waved his hand, and another one came running behind. “Where’s-”

“He’s right here.” Nathan pointed at Skwisgaar, who still seemed to be in a state of semi-shock. “Hey, Skwisgaar,” He nudged his shoulder. “They came to get us.”

Skwisgaar didn't react.

Very quickly, the Klokateers reached them, covering them in blankets and giving them hot chocolate. A monitoring Charles spoke with them on the phone. The Klokateers said something about wolves and bears being in the area, though Nathan didn’t really listen, instead focusing on putting some whiskey on the beverage before drinking it. That was really good.

On the way back to Mordhaus, Skwisgaar didn’t say a word, just held the chocolate awkwardly, some drops spilling on his blanket but he didn’t seem to care. When they finally arrived to their house, though, Toki was waiting at the entrance, an anxiety-riddled expression on his face.

“Nethans,” He said, mildly relieved, though his eyes were still searching. “Where’s- Oh!” He ran to Skwisgaar, wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug. It was nothing out of the regular, really, Toki had always gravitated more towards Skwisgaar out of all Dethklok members.

After the conversation he had with Skwisgaar, however, Nathan couldn’t help but feel like there was something different. As Toki said unintelligible things to Skwisgaar, the latter gazed at Nathan. He hadn’t quite recovered from everything but he nodded at Nathan.

Nathan nodded back at him before he went back to his room to rest. It wasn’t until he had laid on his bed that he realized he was smiling.

Skwisgaar never said thanks outloud. 

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

do you have any post adoption of spider headcanons? i live for your content about him and the rest of the sullies lol

Hi! I actually have been working on a longer post about this, but it is a tad bit of a bummer so I'll do a lighter one here!! Sorry if it takes me a couple days, which I have a feeling it will! You all know by now I'm a MASSIVE Spider Sully truther and I'm assuming this is in response to my recent post adoption Spider post, so here are my Spider Sully headcanons in that world (if you wanted a different au, Spider Sully at the Omaticaya growing up or Spider Sully in modern era or something else, please let me know):

-There are certain things about Na'vi life that Spider isn't actually used to, because he would go home to Hells Gate at night and was excluded. He is now forcefully included. Lo'ak, Spider, and Kiri play a game called 'Is this Spider or is this just weird?' where Spider has to guess if the thing he's unfamiliar with is a universal thing (the way they bathe, Spider has a shower in his bathroom at Hells Gate) or is this a weird Metkayina thing (the way Ao'nung chooses to climb up to the rock pools at the edge of the reef, definitely weird and definitely funny). It gets kind of cliquey when anything they do for weeks with the Metkayina kids devolves into the three of them whispering and giggling to each other. It almost ruins their entire relationship with Ao'nung, until Lo'ak caves and tells Tsireya what they're doing.

-Kiri, Lo'ak, and Spider are just weirdly cliquey in general. Tsireya, Ao'nung, and Rotxo hadn't noticed before with just Kiri and Lo'ak because they'd been missing the third musketeer, but now it's almost impossible to be around them. They have so many inside jokes and sometimes they all look at each other and have silent conversations with their eyebrows (Ao'nung never thought he'd be jealous of eyebrows) and facial expressions and then act like a decision has been made. It's just that the three of them didn't have many other close friends at home, not with a trust and a bond like the one they all have, so it's hard to adjust and add people. Tuk was natural because she grew into them, but going swimming with Rotxo it's almost hard to remember to include him. A distinct effort goes into the three of them unlearning their insular ways and letting new friends into the clique lol.

-All the Sully's are very protective of Spider for a long time. No one can even touch him for a couple months after he's back. Tsireya teaching him to breathe underwater still somehow ends in Kiri hissing at her when she goes to touch him. Kiri was always protective of Spider, but Lo'ak always treated him like anyone else. Most of his scars and injuries growing up came from dumb stuff Lo'ak suggested they do or accidentally caused when roughhousing. Now Lo'ak treats him like he's fragile, not letting anyone near him. It takes them a while to get back into their normal rhythm, or at least a new normal. Probably after some sort of dangerous thing Ao'nung convinced Spider to do goes wrong.

-Yeah, definitely the first time Spider is let out of any of the Sully's sight he's frat boy hazed by Ao'nung, who is NOT A FAN for the first month of so of his stay there. Ao'nung learned his lesson from the Three Brothers Rocks incident and was like leaving him right at the edge of the reef is good. Spider just attracts all danger though. Before he can be killed by anything, Jake's Lo'ak spidey sense goes off but Lo'ak is right in front of him so it can only mean one thing: now theres too of them. Neytiri finds Spider minutes after on her ikran.

[kimmberleeex]

Chapter 1: Happenstance

You had heard the talk around school about Eddie Munson, the resident “freak” of Hawkins High. Everyone had something to say about him. He was hard to ignore, as you had seen him in the lunchroom everyday this school year. Always going on rants and terrorizing the jock crowd that seemed to pick on him and his friends. You never really understood why people were so afraid of him.

The thought never occurred to you that he ever really noticed you, as you normally went unnoticed. You were an outsider, a new girl that wasn’t the prettiest or the shiniest thing to look at. So no one ever did. You kept to yourself mostly, which never really bothered you. You found solace in your solitude. A comfort only found in being alone. However, you often found yourself staring at Eddie and really admiring him when he wasn’t paying attention.

A soft giggle would escape your lips every time you found him focusing on something, a determined look on his face with the little tip of his tongue peeking out of his mouth. You’d watch the way he would anxiously bounce his leg and fiddle with the rings on his hands when he felt uneasy. He had such a calm and cool exterior but you could see past all of that. A few times you had seen the pain behind his eyes when no one was watching him. It would gnaw at your curiosity as to why he was so sad.

A large part of you wanted to talk to him, you imagined it countless times. But your own shyness would stop you in your tracks every time. It wasn’t until you were walking down the hall during 3rd period. Making your way back to class from the bathroom, your head down and buried in the current book you were reading. You were lost in the magical words of Tolkien and suddenly it was like you walked into a brick wall.

The book slips from your hands and onto a pair of white, well-worn Reebok sneakers. Then, you notice the ripped black jeans and the wallet chain hanging off of his hip. You gulp nervously as your eyes slowly drift up to meet the two gentle, chocolate brown pools staring at you. A pink warmth begins spreading across your cheeks almost immediately as he startles you.

“I-I’m so sorry…I didn’t mean to…” you go to bend down and pick up your book off of his feet but Eddie has already bent down and grabbed the book for you. His ring studded hand grazes across yours as he hands it back to you. The touch is electrifying and sends a shiver down your spine. A warm smile is tugging at his lips.

“The Hobbit, eh?” He had an interesting look on his face. You could feel your cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink.

“Uh…yeah…have you read it? It’s my second time through…” you chew your bottom lip, a nervous habit you’ve picked up over the years. His smile is growing wider and it’s making your heartbeat go off rhythm.

“Wow, that is the single most attractive thing I’ve ever heard. I’ve never seen a chick into Tolkien.” He looks you up and down as if he’s inspecting you for the first time. You look away, unable to keep holding his gaze. Backing up a little, you suddenly feeling like you’re too close to him and it’s driving you crazy.

The smell of stale cigarettes and a slight hint of weed masked by the faint smell of some musky cologne fills your nostrils. And it’s absolutely intoxicating. He reaches out and touches your arm gently, which pulls your gaze back up to meet his.

“Sorry, I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable. But I really haven’t met any girls around here that read “The Hobbit”. And I have got to say, you are absolutely breathtaking, sweetheart.” The light in his eyes shone bright and you can hear the sincerity in his voice.

The pitter patter of your heart is growing louder in your ears. You swallow hard, was this really happening right now? By now, the glowing warmth had spread to the tip of your ears and they were burning hot. You chuckle nervously and Eddie’s laugh echoes yours.

“Sorry, that was too much. I’m Eddie, King of the Freaks as the mouth breathers call me. And you are…m’lady?” He extends his hand to you, a soft blush is spreading across his freckle spattered cheeks. His smile never fades as he patiently waits for you to introduce yourself.

Your finger brushes your hair back behind your ear. Gently, you put your hand in his. It feels like a perfect fit and your heart is thudding loudly against your chest. “I’m Y/N. Newcomer and also a freak.” A grin is pulling at the corners of your mouth and Eddie laughs quietly.

“I knew it! Do you play D&D?” He tilts his head to the side.

“No, but I thought about learning how to play..” his grin grows wider.

“I could teach you!” He blurts out, his excitement super evident. His cheeks grow a deeper shade of pink.

A soft giggle escapes your lips and you cover your mouth quickly. Eddie smiles, “Now, that was just adorable…” he murmurs.

The roll of your eyes is inevitable, your teeth gently gnaw your bottom lip anxiously. “So, when would we be doing these D&D lessons?”

He smirks and crosses his arms over his chest. “Well, what are you doing after school? We can go to my house and I can give you some lessons.”

You chew your bottom lip as you mull it over. An evening spent at Eddie Munson’s? Alone? The butterflies fluttering around your stomach are undeniable. “S-sure. That sounds good. I have nothing else to do…” Wishing like hell your cheeks would quit burning in this moment.

His face is beaming with excitement. “Okay, meet me here after the final bell? I can just drive you.”

You nod your head, desperately trying not to seem as desperate as you felt. “Sounds good, Eddie..” Offering him an awkward smile before parting ways, you’re eager to get back to your class. Your mind is still reeling from that encounter.

[coolguypluiplup]

Flower Husbands Florist AU

have a flower husbands oneshot loosely based on this tumblr post :)

word count: 1228

full fic under the cut!!

It had been a long shift. Jimmy wasn't normally one to complain (he's lying about this) but he feels like he deserves it today. His boss had booked him in to make 20 flower crowns for a hen party happening tonight that he didn't find out about 'till this morning, he had couples in and out all day for valentines' flowers and had to do the displays for tomorrow. And no one else was working this week! What a joke.

He was slumped against the counter, face pressed to his palm and eyes fighting to stay open. He had 10 minutes 'till closing and was practically counting down the seconds. The flowers in the display case glistened against the rim lights pointed at them causing a ripple of light against the wall facing Jimmy. He should really turn them off. No one had come in for 20 minutes and it's not like anyone's gonna come in at quarter to 10-

“Oh thank god. I've been searching for a place still open.” A man entered hastily, the doorbell ringing as he did. Teal hair stuck to his forehead in clumps and eyeliner ran down his face. He put his collapsed umbrella onto the counter. “I need a bouquet to tell someone I hate them.”

“Hm?” Jimmy spoke- nearly asleep.

“It is valentine's day tomorrow, right?”

Jimmy sat back on the stool, trying to avoid the rainwater pooling near the cash register. “Yeah.“

”Okay, so I need, like, a reverse 'I love you' bouquet.“

Jimmy stared at the man. He sighed and pulled out his floriography book.

”Anything in particular you fancy?“

”Nah. You're the flower boy, anyway.“

Jimmy made a noise of disagreement but started flicking through the pages of the book anyway. “I might need a bit more context to pick the right thing.”

The man sighed. “It's gonna take a while, you sure?”

“Mhm.” Jimmy said, instinctively. He was still exhausted but this was more fun than sleeping.

“Well, tl;dr or whatever, My ex is in town. She still has a thing for me, and I don’t.

He stopped flicking through the pages. “That's... a story. Not normally what I make this time of year,”

“Yep. And I'm gay, which I don’t even think she knows yet.”

“Hm.”

”So. Flowers?“

Jimmy flicked through the pages briskly, scanning each page for something suitable. ”I'm intrigued now. How'd that all go down, then?“ He was never one for small talk.

”Well. We met in year 9 and dated that entire time 'til uni. She was getting fed up that we'd never done any of the romantic stuff our friends did. I genuinely had no clue that that was kinda strange, so I didn't see the problem. And before I knew it, she'd run off with the ex of my best friend. They weren't exes at the time, but trust me, after this it was fallout. I was angry, naturally, and she told me that it was my fault for not trying to fix our relationship before it got too bad. So, I broke it off. Hadn't seen her since.

"Until last week, when my friend told me she was in town. So I invited her round our house. Me and Cleo thought 'no harm done now. We're over it, we know why me and her were having problems, should be fine now'. Couldn't be farther from the truth. She comes round and immediately starts talking about how much she misses me. Says that now we're 'more mature' we can work it out like adults and that she still has feelings for me. Didn't even get to tell her I found out I was gay after I left her.” 

The man had been looking at the displays while speaking, so he probably didn’t catch Jimmy’s jaw dropping before he could catch himself. He turned around to face him. “So, any good picks for the bouquet, then?”

Jimmy hesitantly flips to a page he dog-eared and turns it to face the stranger. They both move closer to the page to read it. ”Foxglove might be a good pick. 'Means insincerity. In older things it even means secrets and complicated situations, which seems fitting. And it's quite pretty, but that's more an aesthetic choice.”

“I like them.“ He stared up at Jimmy. Their faces were mere inches apart. His eyes were a light hazel with gold flecks nearly colour matched the piercings running down his ears. ”You alright?“

Jimmy blinked and moved back. ”Uhm, yeah. Sorry.“ He picked up the book and moved to the greenhouse door behind him. ”I've got a few picks that'll go great with the message. Should take, like, 20 minutes?“

”Okay. Thanks for doing this, by the way. I know it's, like, nearly ten right now,“

”No, don't worry, really. Uhm, can I get a name for the order?”

“Scott.”

Jimmy smiled as he spoke. “Scott. That name suits you.” He shut the door before Scott could respond.

The bouquet was placed on the counter with a thud, shaking Scott from his thoughts. The florist he was just thinking about stood with a smile. He got up and tried to shift his hair from his face (a pointless effort, he knew. Scott had checked how he looked in his phone camera while the guy was making his bouquet, and by god did he look dreadful. Make-up pouring down his face and clothes soaked through. Rained on just wasn't his look.) and walked towards the counter. ”Wow. These are beautiful.“

Scott wasn't lying. The foxgloves he'd recognised from earlier framed intricately placed white flowers. The vase the florist put them in was stunning too, glass patterns mirroring the stems of the flowers fractionally across its surface. 

”Thank you. The purple are foxgloves, like I said, and meadowsweet is the white one. It means uselessness in floriography. Um, I would've put more flowers but I guess not a lot of people need 'I hate you' flowers.” He laughed awkwardly at that last bit.

His laugh was nice. It was higher pitched than normal, but fit him perfectly. Scott smiled along, pretending like he wasn't just staring at him. 

Scott paid for the flowers (Jimmy gave him money off, not that he would find out until months later) and picked up his bouquet. 

”Wait. Uhm,“

Scott turned to face the florist. ”Hm?“

”I have, uh, something else to give you,“ He held out a singular poppy with a slip of paper wrapped around it. ”'s just- Don't take it if you don't wan' it, but-“

Scott took the poppy before he finished speaking. He unravelled the piece of paper and read it carefully. ”'Jimmy'. That name suits you, you know.“

He blushed and turned away from him. ”Aw. Don't use my own words against me!“ He feigned anger but was smiling too much for it to have any bite.

Scott put the piece of paper with Jimmy's number in his pocket and took the poppy and tucked behind his ear. ”Thank you, Jimmy. I'll call later to tell you how the flowers went down.“

”Don't spare any details, I'm properly invested.“

Scott laughed as he opened the door. The moonlight had illuminated the wet concrete. When had it stopped raining? He couldn't have been in there that long. Scott turned to face Jimmy. “See you later, Jimmy.”

”You too.“

[mannylikessims]

The True Story of the Villareal Family [2.7]

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Heyyy whatcha up to, Luna typed as she headed towards her room.

She was texting the mysterious person in the knight suit she'd met last week at the Von Haunt Estate. Though the two of them exchanged like a million flirty texts every day, the knight was still too shy to reveal their identity.

Not much, they replied almost immediately. Talking to you 😉

She giggled, her heart fluttering, and her phone buzzed again.

What’s going on, princess?

She sighed and replied with a lengthy text about her annoying family. Her dad was bananas, her twin brother was always nagging her, and her little brother was who-knows-where.

I sometimes wonder how things would be different if Mom was still here, she added, and her thumb hit send before she realized what she was writing. Crud. Crud! She didn’t want to turn this into a downer! This was why she avoided talking about her mother!

Oh plum, I remember hearing about your mom last year. I’m so sorry

The three dots flashing on the screen disappeared, then reappeared, then disappeared again.

Luna winced. She knew what was coming – that awkward silence where her friends didn’t know what to say to someone whose mom died in a freak accident. Ugh, why did she have to go and ruin the one happy thing in her life by bringing this up?

She got up to pace her room anxiously when her phone suddenly buzzed.

I can’t imagine what that was like, but I get wondering what if they were still around, wrote the knight. My dad left when I was young and I still think about what it’d be like if he stayed. Like, would I have turned out different?

She scrolled down, reading. It was a long text.

Mom always says that I need someone to “set me straight” or whatever but screw her

But I’m doing great and so are you. I mean, your a straight A student and popular and beautiful so like your mom did something right you know?

And then, for some completely inexplicable reason, Luna burst into tears.

She sobbed for a solid five minutes, not sure why her body was suddenly breaking down, completely forgetting there was someone waiting for her response until her phone buzzed again.

You ok? Sorry, didn’t mean to dump all that Sorry

Luna hastily wiped her tears and texted back. She was fine, she told herself. She had no reason to cry; her tears didn’t make sense. It was teen hormones, probably.

Yeah, I just wanted to say that sucks about your dad, she wrote. And sorry your mom’s a pain

But you’re right, everything is fine now, she added. My family’s fine. We got through it and now we’re just like any other normal, annoying family

If that were true, why did she feel a weird squirming in her stomach as she texted it? Why had she broken down in tears moments prior? Never mind. She pushed those thoughts down and typed out something with more levity.

I’ll make you a deal: I’ll trade you my weird dad for your mom this weekend. But watch out cause he really is bonkers

They responded with a laughing emoji, and Luna wondered if the knight was actually laughing out loud, or at least cracking a smile. That was a nice thought. She hung on to that thought, of her handsome knight smiling kindly at her on the other end.

Oh sorry princess but I gotta go. Goodnight <3, they wrote.

Goodnight <3, she replied. She took a deep breath.

Tomorrow was Friday, and then it was the weekend, and then she would go to the pool with her friends and have a good time. Maybe text her knight some more. Everything was looking up.

She was fine. Her family was fine.

Weren’t they?

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And Hell Followed - A Far Cry 5 x FtM Reader series Part Seven

Deputy Y/N Jackson is in the middle of a Holy War in Hope County Montana. Originally sent to arrest Joseph Seed he ended up becoming the leader of the Resistance, but the deputy has a secret. A secret that only Whitehorse knows. When his younger brother and sister show up one day out of the blue, Y/N finds out that his own personal hell has found him. Now with the help of the very people he was supposed to stop can he save his family and himself?

I know this summary sucks.

Anyway I hope you enjoy this slow burn series

Trigger Warnings

Mentions of past child abuse

Mentions of past child SA

Mentions of SA

Stalking

Guns

Drugs

Religion bashing (the Deputy has religious trauma)

Religious trauma

Transphobia

Homophobia

Angst

Tag list

@gamergirl-06 @capriskunk @transpanda07

Ok so this will be the last part until January 2025 as I'm taking a break from writing over the holidays, please enjoy.

Also so that this part is so long.

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I woke the next morning to the smell of pancakes and coffee.

When I opened my eyes, John was standing next to my side of the bed with a tray in his hands.

As I sat up, the sheet fell off of me, pooling around my waist and exposing my bare chest to him, causing John to blush before hanging me my breakfast.

He was dressed in only his boxers, his normally slicked back hair was messy and curled slightly at the front.

Wordlessly I motioned for him to get back into bed with me, to which he carefully did so.

His left arm wrapped around my waist as I ate my pancakes before holding my fork out to him.

" 'Ere Cher, take a bite" I said before his plump lips wrapped around the food.

"My compliments to the chef" he said after swallowing.

After finishing my pancakes, I took a sip of coffee, relaxing further into his side as his hand started stroking my ribs causing me to let out a giggle.

"What time is it?" I asked him as I set my empty cup down next to me on the side table.

"Almost 9am" John replied, his morning voice gruff.

"We have a meeting today at 5pm, me and my brothers and Faith, Eli, you and Whitehorse are meeting up at Joseph's compound, something about a ceasefire" he said before he started trailing kisses along my neck and down my chest, stopping once he reached my top surgery scars.

"Have you ever thought about covering your scars up? Not that I think you need to, but you have other tattoos on your arms and legs, even one on you ribs, if you want I can do it for you"

"I thought about it, I mean it would be nice to be able to take my top off and not have everyone stare at me ya know but I haven't found a design yet that I like"

"I can design something for ya"

••Timeskip••

After getting dressed I radioed Nick, letting him know that I would be busy today with Sheriff Whitehorse and Eli.

"One more thing Nick"

"Yeah Dep?"

"I know you have a new born but can you look after Elijah and Ava for a little while longer until I radio you to drop them off at my next safe location?"

"Sure thing partner, what's going on out there Dep?"

I paused for a moment before responding.

"Just sorting out a way to keep my family safe"

"Ok I gotcha, be safe"

"Always"

After switching my radio off I met John at his hanger, where he was checking on his plane.

"Johnny, I should probably head over to the jail to get Whitehorse, it will probably take me awhile as I have to swing by the Spread Eagle to grab something from Mary May"

"Ok, I should head over to Joseph's to get ready our end, I know it's a lot to ask but can you give Faith a lift, less project members involved to begin with the better, everyone your end will feel safer I think"

I nodded in agreement before I wrapped my arms around his slender frame, his arms doing the same with me.

"No matter what happens later, I want you to know that I'm going to do everything I can to keep you and your siblings safe" he whispered in my ear as his head dipped down, before he moved so his forehead pressed gently against mine.

••Timeskip••

Mary May handed me a bag as soon as I walked into the bar.

"I found some of my old clothes from when I was around Ava's age and I thought she could have them, and Jerome was able to get some clothes for Elijah" she said as I shouldered the bag.

"Thanks Mary May I really do appreciate it" I told her as I pulled her into a side hug.

"I gotta get to the jail, Whitehorse needs me to help with securing the gates"

"Well safe journey Dep, and when you have the time, drop by with your family and I'll give you food and drinks on the house"

"You got it"

••Timeskip••

I was driving towards the jail when suddenly my car blew a flat.

As I got out to fix it, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on edge, like I was being watched.

Slowly I turned around and as I did, I saw him.

My father.

He was standing by the trees on the other side of the road, watching me like a lion watches a zebra before pouncing.

I turned my back for a second to put the new tyre on and when I turned around again, he was gone.

Getting in my car I sped towards the jail, radio clutched tightly in my hand as I radioed John.

"Hey, are you with your brothers?"

"Yep, Jacob just arrived"

"Tell them we need to move the meeting to now"

"Why?"

"He's here Cher, he's in Hope County"

"Shit, I'll let them know and I'll get the chosen to gard the road leading to the compound and have some standing gard near the Ryes"

"Ok I'll let Eli know, get Faith ready to meet near the jail, but not close enough where she can be seen by the Resistance members"

"Copy that Joseph is getting the message across to the project members to stand gard, they know to let you and Eli in and if you give the word, they will get Nick, Kim, Ava and Elijah"

"Thanks, I'll see you guys soon"

After switching frequency I radioed Eli to let him know that the meeting had changed to now, and that I'll meet him, Wheaty and some other Whitetails at the compound.

As I pulled up to the jail I noticed Whitehorse was waiting for me out front. I motioned for him to get in the car.

"Rookie, I got your message, we picking up Faith now?"

"Yep and we have to hurry Earl, he's found us"

"Shit"

••Timeskip••

Faith was waiting by her car close to the bridge leading up to the compound, a chosen and an angel were waiting with her.

When the peggie saw me pull over he guided Faith to the back seat and buckled her in.

"Make sure she's safe sinner, I know the Father has instructed us to help you, but I don't trust you"

"Don't worry I will" I said before speeding off towards Joseph's compound.

••Timeskip••

As we drove past some members who let us through the gates, I was starting to feel sick.

Pulling over, I helped Faith out of the car as Whitehorse led the way towards the church.

This is it.

As the doors opened I saw a tense Wheaty, and a few Whitetails who looked like they wanted to be anywhere else.

Eli was glaring at Jacob who was smirking and tightening his grip on his riffle.

Once we entered Faith went to stand by Joseph, who greeted her with a gentle forehead press, before he turned to me and Whitehorse.

"Welcome Deputy and Sheriff Whitehorse, we have a lot to discuss" he said as he approached us, looking over at John I saw him nod before I turned my attention back to Joseph, allowing him to press his forehead against mine.

After awhile he released me to do the same with Whitehorse, who reluctantly accepted.

"I'm not going to drag this out longer than need be, I need your help, all of your help" I began causing Wheaty and the other Whitetails to look at Eli who nodded his head in agreement.

"What's going on?" Wheaty asked, his voice had a noticeable shake to it.

"The other day, my younger brother Elijah and my little sister Ava arrived here in Hope County, Elijah told me that our abusive father was out of prison and now he's here in Hope County, I know he is, I saw him on my way to the county jail" I said trying to keep my voice steady.

"So where do we come into this?" Jacob and Eli asked at the same time before glaring at each other.

"I need to keep them safe, I need to keep my family safe, but I can't do that while still keeping the Resistance alive and dodging cultists, so I was thinking, a ceasefire, where we all work together"

"But he's after you and your siblings, why should we agree to help?" Jacob asked.

"Because he's the kind to go after everyone I ever get involved with, that puts John in danger, and everyone else here in Hope County as well"

"What do you mean by John's in danger Dep?" One of the Whitetails asked.

John came to stand next to me, his fingers intertwining with mine as I looked up at him.

"Because I love him" I said causing everyone to lose their minds.