#I bet her favorite part was watching me squirm during kiss scenes

[igotanna]

Is this a bet??

Summary: Jinyoung takes your words seriously. And he loves proving his point. You should think twice before teasing him again.

Warnings: smut, sort of orgasm denial

Genre: fanfiction, smut

Pairing: reader x park jinyoung

Rating: 18+

A/N: pic is mine

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"Please tell me you didn't just eat that popcorn that fell into your bra..." Jinyoung sighed as he heard you munch again after a long time. He sat in his favorite armchair and didn't bother to look at you. The movie was more interesting.

"Shut up I can’t hear it now."

One would say that after three years of dating and living together, you two would stop bickering. But that was the dynamics of your relationship, and you still kinda enjoyed it this way. But sometimes he got on your nerves with his lecturing.

The movie ended and Jinyoung got up to stretch and to put the dirty dishes in the sink.

"Y'know, it was really goo-"

"It was bullshit." you cut him off.

You scrolled through your phone and didn't really pay attention to him when he came back to look at you with his 'what did you just say?' face.

"Come again?"

"I said it was bullshit. It was absolutely unrealistic during the sex scenes," you explained and sighed like him.

He frowned and sat down, now actually interested to hear your thoughts "What do you mean?"

"I mean c'mon! One could never make woman cum without touching her clit - when they were together for such a short time! You couldn't do that and we’ve known each other for quite some time now!"

You were so serious, and didn't really see the shadow of deep shock that flew over his face. He blinked a few times in disbelief. "Do you really think that?"

Putting the phone down you looked at him "Yes, it's really hard - maybe even physically impossible for a woman to cum completely without touching her clit. It's the most ac-"

"Wait," he stopped you, picking up his words and thinking your statement through "is this a bet?" His eyes pinned at your face.

You had to laugh - this was more of a "scientific" discussion for you and here he was dirty minded as usual thinking you're teasing him.

"I'm just saying,-"

"Is this a bet?" he repeated, voice lower. Now it was you blinking quickly to adjust. When he said it out loud you were even more sure - it is impossible.

"What would be the prize for the winner?" you narrowed eyes suspiciously. You knew he was able to pull your leg all the time.

"Anything." he said deadly serious.

"Anything?"

"Anything. Completely free options. If I don't make you cum without touching your clit you can make me do anything you want. One time. Make me go up on stage and do stand-up comedy, make me say something stupid in front of your mother. Whatever you say."

"And if you do make me cum?"

His expression darkened, a low-key sadistic smile flitting across his face. "Anything as well."

You laughed again, shaking your head "This is too.. too much you. I don't trust you."

"What? Whyy?" he looked at you like a surprised puppy with his big round eyes.

"Because!" you exclaimed and got up, almost shoving him off the couch. He followed you with his eyes and regained confident expression. He already knew you're in.

"Because games like these never end up in my favour!"

"Well, if it won’t end up in your favour now, I don't know when it will!" he laughed and left to take a shower. Jinyoung was well aware to give you some space to consider his proposal after presenting you a new idea or assumption.

While he was showering, you had a moment to consider your options - either way you were going to have some solid sex. And that was all you needed to head to the bathroom and lean on the shower door.

"Alright."

Jinyoung laughed and looked to where he heard your voice "So is this official?"

"Yes." you sighed, almost like he pushed you into doing it. Which he did. In his own way. "It is a bet. If you won't make me cum without touching my clit-"

"But I can be inside." he demanded

"Of course, that's not the point. Apart from touching my clit you can do whateve-"

"Careful with your words," he smirked.

"You can do almost whatever might help you make me cum." you finished strongly.

The water stopped. A muscular torso appeared next to your face and with it Jinyoung's fresh scent combined with the soap.

He looked at you, satisfaction written all over his face and dried his hair like nothing happened. Continuing to your bedroom he put the towel down and raised his voice as if he was looking for you "Are you coming?"

You walked to the room like if you were about to do a job interview, even your stomach was slightly squirming with excitement and partly with nervousness.

Jinyoung was busy adjusting the light and pulling down the curtains.

"So," his voice was low and muted, intimidating.

"I don't know what game are you playing...you simply cannot win this." you laughed and started to unbutton your shirt.

"Ah-," he stopped you before pointing at your hands – you were obviously stealing his job "Don't." his eyes found yours and he tilted his head a bit "But do repeat what you just said. C'mon."

You laughed as he got near you and slowly touched your arm with index finger sending a shiver down your spine "I said you won't make me cum."

"That's it." he whispered to himself.

You felt his body behind you, heard his breath, your hair swinging in its rhythm. By stopping you from undressing yourself he was showing you who’s in charge. You wanted to stay strong, not willing to submit to his methods you knew all too well. Something in Jinyoung’s demeanour changed, he’s going to outperform himself today you were sure of it. He's going to come up with something new, trying out stuff he always wanted to but never did. And most importantly - he’s going to take advantage of this.

His fingers moved inch by inch up to meet the inner elbow and to the hips.

"Say it again." he muttered through gritted teeth, daring you. As if searching for reasons to punish you. His warm hand roughly pushed the shirt fabric aside, forcing its way between the buttons by stealth.

"I said you can't make me cum." you said clearly, but it was undermined by the breathless gasp that escaped your mouth unwillingly. At that very moment, his hand undid the buttons and your shirt landed next to your ankles like snake's skin.

Despite the intensity he barely touched you yet.

His arm rested on your shoulder and with tips of his fingers he drew over your chest up to the collar bone. His face was so close to your ear you heard every breath and even movements of his tongue in his mouth.

The goosebumps raised across your skin excited him so much, but he kept his head clear. He knew exactly what to focus on. Having a mental list of your erogenous zones he needed to use, and saving few new ones to try out. He dug his face in your hair and kissed you below your ear. Your body reacted faster than you wanted. You crumbled into him as if he pushed some button, your knees bending a bit. But he didn't want it to be this fast.

He bit your earlobe in warning.

Surprised by his nip, your hand went up for revenge but his was quicker, smacking yours away like annoying insect.

Sliding his palms down to your panties he slowly pulled down. You felt a sudden gust of coldness as he kneeled down and your back were left unprotected. His heart started to beat faster as your panties revealed your bum. He couldn’t stop himself from pressing his lips on your left butt cheek. It took you by surprise – he never was this gentle. Still only with the tips of his fingers on your sides, he got up. Parting your hair and putting them on one side he uncovered his most favorite part of your body – the nape of your neck.

He pushed you to the bed.

Enough of warming up.

"However bad it's going to be..." his voice was dark, wild and almost aggressive because of the long silence "Rule is- you can't touch your clit either." he said locking eyes with you.

"It's either me making you cum," he continued and leaned on his elbows above you, only inches above your face, "or nothing." you opened your mouth to kiss back, but he pulled away. Pressing lips on your neck and going down, between your breasts, your belly.

You felt yourself getting wett, heat pooling in anticipation.

The thing is - it was usually never this slow - Jinyoung was more of a rough, fierce sex type. He didn't need any time to prep and wasn't really a fan of foreplay. Lube was always there to fix everything.

But now- he was careful, sensual, paying attention to details - dancing with his fingers on the inner side of your knee. You almost forgot this place was so sensitive. He harmonized the feeling with his lips on your thigh, temptingly close to the clit.

Closing your eyes you didn't watch what he's doing - just bathed yourself in the feelings.

He was already almost rock hard, given the sight of you closing your eyes with pleasure. He had to focus on the edge of his limits. It was so tempting to imprison you in his arms, to thrust into you, deeply and fully.

But a bet is a bet, and he had his plan.

You felt like you were ready for him, so much so you unknowingly spread apart more. His hand moved your leg up to rest on his hips, facing you again. Still not opening your eyes, you turned your head a bit to make him space for more neck kisses.

As his hands pulled yours up above your head, his fingers intertwined with yours.

Jinyoung left the best for last – he finally pressed his body fully on you, and inch by inch dived in you. You heard him smirk as he found it amusing how easily he could slide in as you were already so wet and open for him.

He moved slowly. Not just because he knew it’s stimulating, but because he focused on your nipples. He knew you were sensitive, and it helped him on many occasions to make you cum. Kissing, licking and carefully biting them he took you on the edge of pain and pleasure. Your fingers found his hair and you wanted to pull it, to participate somehow. But he was the leader here and immediately put your hands back in place – above your head.

It was all so good.

His breath so close to your neck, the heat from his body. The precision he moved with, how much attention he paid to you. How he held your jaw like he needed it to breathe.

But something was missing, the tension just kept cumulating and piling up, peak nowhere in near sight. You could even feel yourself stretching your arm up, as if to grab the orgasm that was just inches away.

But apparently your other hand headed down again because Jinyoung smacked it angrily "Don't even try it." thrusting in over and over.

"Fuck the bet, I want-"

"Rules!" he hissed as his movements quickened. Placing hand on the concave of your neck and shoulders, he squeezed a bit as a warning.

You bit your lip in frustration and pleasure. He bend down and kissed your jaw, following with his mouth parting yours, being dominant even now. Leaving you only to wait for his next move. Pulse racing, he repeatedly broke the kiss to look at you, to burn this exact picture of you into his mind.

Feeling him inside, holding your hand up, your breasts on his chest... everything felt like a flash of a fire, but the flame didn't appear. You almost fell his heart beating in your own veins.

He was close, so close.

Face next to yours, his lips found the spot below your ear again, biting the earlobe.

Breathing faster you knew it was coming.

Was he right? Can he do that? C'mon just a bit more- it's so close.

But he suddenly stopped moving, head buried in your hair heavily breathing. You tried to keep up with the wave of pleasure that was inside of you, waiting to be released, you tried so hard to slide it on your own. But it was gone. He was gone, leaving you in the water searching for a way out.

As he rolled down from you letting you alone with the helplessness and frustration he propped on one hand and looked at you "You were right." he caught his breath and put away lock of hair from your neck.

"You did it on purpose! You knew I was close!" you cried out loudly, hands rubbing your face.

"Yes." he admitted, glad you revealed the truth.

Looking directly at you like a teacher wanting his answer he asked "Lesson?"

After the minute of silence you gave to spite him, you felt a quick, light smack on your thigh. "Never. Try me out again."

[dayasbun]

Public - Fezco

Summary: The one where you made the mistake of telling Fez that you have a kink for public messing around.

Warning: Oh LAWD the smut in this...i pulled all of my kinks out for y'all...enjoy <3

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God he looked so good.

You and Fez were at a buisness meeting- not the usual scene for you two, but the company you were a part of offered you a huge promotion. In result, you and your man were invited to their headquarters for a meeting of enjoyment and just some education on your new position.

The man at the table blabbed away- your new boss- and you nodded politely as he spoke. But your mind wasn't on him, it wasn't even on the new position- it was all on Fez.

He wore a black pinstripe suit with black dress pants and a pair of shiny black shoes. 5 rings were spread out on his fingers between his two hands, and fuck the whole outfit was just so goddamn sexy.

Every time you looked over at him, your eyes filled with lust and your mind filled with some of the dirtiest thoughts you'd ever had. All you wanted was him.

Soon enough the meeting came to a close, but the portion where you and the other newfound employees ate dinner together was still to come. Another 2 hours was left and you didn't know if you could control yourself that long.

You and Fez got up, looking for the nearest bathroom since you both had to go. His hand was on your waist, something he did often to keep you close to him. Every woman in that room watched as you two walked out, some of the men too. Fez was fine as hell, you knew that...we all know that- and he cleans up so well. You smirked as you two turned the corner and finally arrived at the bathrooms.

"If those girls in there drooled over you any longer I'm afraid that they would've flooded the floor."

Fez chuckled at your comment, his hand still on your waist. "And I ain't even look that good either like damn girls just be loose nowadays."

"Um no girls aren't loose, you're just a very fine specimen baby...especially when you wear that suit." you trailed your fingers from his bushy beard down to his defined chest.

"Girl dont you act up or I may have to take care of you."

You went on your tiptoes, placing your lips next to Fez's ear. "You know I have a kink for public shit." you whispered before spinning around with a giggle and heading into the bathroom.

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The dinner at the business get-together was just as boring as the lecture before, but hey at least there was food. You and Fez sat next to a sweet couple, a girl with red hair named Zara and her husband Chris. They had been together for 14 years and were only 32, it made you think of your future with the man who kept his hand on some part of you at all times. But you tried not to think of the future too often. Fez always told you that if you look too far into the future, you'll miss what's happening in the present.

The more the dinner went on the more you squirmed. He looked so good you couldn't handle it. You two hadn't had sex in a while, two weeks and a day to be exact. You had both been busy, but all you wanted was for Fez to fucking blow your back out- he could do it right now in front of all of these people if he needed to.

Because you needed him now.

To give him a hint of where your mood was, you slid your hand onto his crotch under the dining table. He didn't react but you felt his dick twitch under your hands, and that made you so wet that you thought it may show up on the chair you were sitting in.

"Don't do this shit unless you really want to do this shit." he muttered into your ear so that only you could hear. In response you squished the member and he licked his lips nodding, almost as though he was accepting a challenge. He quickly moved your hand and placed his own on your crotch under the yellow printed dress you were wearing; the tables had turned. After feeling how wet you were his eyes widened in pure shock. He worked his way in between your thighs and underneath your panties to the wet area he called 'his'. You grabbed at your dress to try to control yourself but it didnt work, so instead you let out a strange cough, leading to Zara asking if you were okay. You nodded in response and smiled softly.

Meanwhile under the table Fez was going to fucking work. 4 of his fingers- of course he chose to use the hand with the most rings on it- were continuously pumping in and out of you, and your legs were spread so wide you couldn't believe no one could tell. You prayed no one dropped their napkin, but a naughty part of you said that would be a good thing and they would get a show. You tightened your thighs around his hand for more pleasure, but he didn't like that and a quick pinch led to you keeping them wide and open again. He worked his entire hand inside of you and holy shit you were seeing stars and feeling heaven. Not moaning was the hardest part, you loved screaming out his name and he loved hearing it.

You took a hold of his wrist and pushed his hand even farther in- a bad choice on your part because the pleasure was so intense that you started to shutter. You could feel the coldness of the rings inside of you and his fingers wiggling around hitting the spots that only he knew about. You and Fez could both feel you ready to come out, and as soon as he pulled his hand out there it was, all over his hand and the floor. Fez made a calm motion of dropping his napkin and swiftly leaning down to get it, but during it he made sure to leave a lick and a light kiss against your pussy. You growled under your breath as he grabbed the wet panties you had worn from the floor and placed them quickly into his pocket, leaving your pussy loose and exposed to the cold air.

You quickly excused yourself from the table and stumbled to the bathroom, praying Fez would follow. Your prayers were soon answered because just seconds later you felt his hands on your back. "Go." he said quietly and you took his instruction and walked into the women's room. As soon as the door closed your dress was dropped to the floor, leaving you in only a bra.

He looked you up and down and bit his lip "Damn. That's really all mine huh?"

"You know it is."

With that he picked you up sitting you on the counter and spreading your legs. He dropped to his knees and began to eat you out, and you could finally let your moans ring loud and free. You kept your hands in his hair as he ate you out like you were his favorite food.

"Fuck baby oh my god I love that y- you know I love that-"

"Who's pussy is this?" he asked, he did this a lot- his dominant side had to make sure you were all his, only his.

"Hmmm I don't know." You taunted him, leading to him spitting on your clit and biting it softly.

"I'll ask one more time, who's pussy is this?"

You shrugged pushing your hair back and never breaking eye contact. He raised a brow and stood up flipping you around and dropping his pants. You smiled but you didn't let him see it. You felt his length against your ass and let out a moan. "Put it in baby come on..." you begged.

He teased you for a minute, rubbing the head around your entrance but eventually slid in. His strokes started slow and long, you moaned uncontrollably as he fucked you with so much passion.

"Fuck Fez fuck-"

"You feel my shit in you?"

You nodded and groaned, holding onto the counter for the bit of support you had. He slapped your ass as he moved, something he knew you loved. "Faster..."

He moved with more rythym and faster than before. The sound of your skin slapping with his and his heavy breathing was you heard. As he slid in and out you heard the door creak, turning to see Zara standing in the door frame, her mouth in a wide 'o'. You couldn't even say anything, you were way too into this shit to care about a coworker watching you- and Fez barely even noticed and most definitely didn't stop.

"Deeper baby come on keep fucking me just like this-"

With that Zara quickly rushed out closing the door behind her but gasping quietly before doing so.

Fez grabbed ahold of your hair and fucked you even harder- it had never gotten this intense between you two during sex. The counter was shaking and the mirror was rattling against the wall- fuck he was so deep in, and his cock was just so thick. You knew people outside of the bathroom could hear, but to be quite frank you didn't give a single fuck.

"Baby you look so fucking good right now goddamn... your pussy all wet and drippin' and me all deep in you...fuckkkkk Y/N."

You tried to groan out a response to your boyfriends statement but failed terribly, only making small gurgling noises from your throat. You didn't even know it was possible for him to fuck you this hard but lord knows you weren't complaining.

After a few minutes he calmed down, he was ready to cum and most definitely wasn't wearing a condom- y'all didn't need a baby quite yet. Fez pulled out of you slowly and flipped you around yet again. He came on your chest with a huff and you grinned watching him. He rubbed it in like he always did (he said that his cum was like lotion...literally only Fez would say that shit) and pulled his boxers and pants up.

"Holy shit baby, didn't even know you had that in you." You said breathlessly as you kissed his hand softly.

"I got even more than you could ever imagine. and yo lil friend came in here and saw us, you think she finna snitch?"

You chuckled a bit "Fezy she doesn't have to, I'm pretty sure everyone in the building heard you fuck me like that."

"Good, that means they all know I mean business and you mine."

"Yeah yeah I know dominant ass." You sat up and put on your bra and dress. You put your hand out for your panties but Fez simply shook his head.

"Oh you thought I was done? This buisness ass shit still got an hour left."

"Oh so you're gonna play with me more?"

"Fo' sure."

"Bet."

[allbrows04]

I forced my Hindu/Desi mom to watch Avatar: The Last Airbender- A Saga

I think this is one of the funniest things that have ever happened to me and I have to record this experience somewhere bc I got a real kick out of it

first of all, I need to explain how I got her to watch in the first place:

so I was sitting in my room, and planning a Zuko animatic and doodling him in my sketchbook (I wanted to make an animation based on The Love Club by Lorde) and I realized that, unfortunately, I was going to have to draw Book one Zuko as well. So I’m sitting there, with my ipad propped up on the wall, with a HUGE image of this bald kid covering the entire screen for everyone to see. Right then my mom walked in the room and just,,,, she just froze. I swear she spent an entire minute looking from me to the screen. The first thing she manages when she regains the ability to speak was “what is t h a t?”

me: um- I was drawing him

my mom: you were DRAWING that?

then she just walks out in stunned silence. Whenever she passed by my in the house the next few days, she would just scrunch up the side of her face in mockery of his scar and I absolutely lost it every time. Eventually I mentioned that he happened to be from a really good show but obviously she didn’t want to watch anything that involved a boy who in her opinion, looked like an alien. I now present to you this meme I made at the time when I was telling my friend about the situation:

So eventually, I catch her when she’s SUPER bored and finally convince her to watch the first episode with me. Needless to say, we both cackled like madwomen when Zuko first came onscreen.

a few days later, we ended up staying pretty late watching. When we were about to go to sleep, she turns to me and goes: “so that boy Shikunzli(she pronounces it “shy-koon-zlee”) ... he’s a ... fire bender, right?

me: who?

my mom: you know who! Shikunzli! *scrunches up her face* that one

me: the angry bald one?

my mom: yes the weird one

So after five minutes of me absolutely losing my shit at like one am because my mom called my comfort character “Shikunzli“ I tell her that no, that is in fact not his name, and i try and get her to guess what he was actually called. I can’t really remember her guesses, but some honorable mentions are “Zuzu” and “Li”

so that’s how book one basically went.

Here’s how my mom referred to the characters throughout the show bc she can’t be bothered to remember names:

Katara: “the sister”

Sokka: “the brother”

Aang: “Avatar” but in the desi accent so it’s pronounced “Uhvathar” like how it’s supposed to be

Toph: “Thothulu” which translates roughly to “baby voice” I’m actually not sure if its an actual word or just something we made up. With my family it’s hard to tell

Zuko: “Shikunzli“ because I still don’t think she remembers his actual name

some memorable quotes from when we were watching the show(most of this wasn’t said in English so unfortunately a lot of snarky humor has been lost in translation):

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my mom when King Bumi was introduced: *excited gasp while pointing at the TV screen* LIKE BHOOMI!!! BECAUSE ITS EARTH!!!

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so “Appa” also means “father” in telugu so whenever he comes on screen we call my actual appa into the room and go “look!!!! its you!!!!”  he was very confused

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Sokka, during the North Pole arc: Yue has an ARRANGED MARRIAGE??😨😱

my mom, who is literally married to my dad through an arranged marriage: oH nO hOw hOrRibLe

my mom, later on: oh so she’s going to run away from her arranged marriage. Like a wimp.

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- she straight up started laughing in the middle of the episode where we learn where Zuko got his scar

- like I know he’s ugly but,,, have you no emotion?

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iroh: Zuko, I have always loved you like a son

me, tearing up bc I’m a sucker for found family:

my mom: 😑😐

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*during the blind bandit*

me: ok so this is my favorite one in the show

my mom: oh really? Why is that?

me: idk

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Toph’s father: She’s just a little baby girl!

my mom, nodding: that’s exactly how i feel about you

my mom sitting there while Toph’s parents are portrayed as overbearing and restrictive: 👁👄👁

- but seriously I just like toph bc shes adorable and badass and I want to adopt her as my little sister even though she could beat the shit out of me

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Iroh: You must not give in to despair. hope is something you give yourself-

my mom: *nodding sagely* in life, you-

me: do we have to do this right now

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- both of us witnessed our boy Shikunzli yelling at the sky

- my mom called him dramatic and then we proceeded to sit there in absolute shock

- I literally started wheezing it was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen

- we still make fun of that scene of his to this day

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*Zuko passes out after making a good decision*

my mom: woah is he ok???

me: oh you thought he was dramatic before??? Just you wait

my mom: *offended gasp* don’t say that! He’s sick!

*several Zuko cutscenes later*

my mom: isnt this stupid guy‘s fever OVER YET???

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*after Zuko wakes up in the morning and starts being nice to Iroh*

my mom: see why can’t you be more like that?

me, remembering how he’s going to betray everyone in a couple of episodes: you’ll see why

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me, watching Toph beating the living shit out of some guards: she’s beating them with her tiny little hands 🥺

my mom: tiny little round hands 🥺💗

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- my mom hated the ember island episode so much that she got up and started putting up our wallpaper while it was playing

- I don’t blame her I bet no adult can sit through an entire episode of melodramatic teenage angsting

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my mom while watching Iroh give his nephew the silent treatment: ouch 😬

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my mom seeing sparky sparky boom boom man: ITS S H I V A N

me: I know

my mom: why are they?? Taking our things???

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My mom at some point during Zuko’s redemption arc: oh he’s just like a typical Hindi movie protagonist

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- I started tearing up during the scene where he apologizes to Iroh while she just sits there and goes “pshhh i expected that”

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- while Azula was cutting her hair during her mental breakdown she runs a hand through her diy quarantine haircut and goes “yeah that’s exactly what i did to my hair”

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*during the very last scene*

my mom: *obnoxious fake kissing noises* close your eyes

me: aren’t I a little too old for that?

my mom:

*Katara and Aang continue smooching as I look away*

my mom: aren’t they done yet?

my mom:

my mom: why- why is it so intense?

[hailey-halstead]

Bee

thanks anon for the boost of motivation! 🤗 here's my fic! it's a fluffy one:) i don't own anything but irene! hope you all enjoy! —————— "Mouch. Mouch. Mouch!" Mouch was articulating slowly, emphasizing on the letter M each time he repeated his name to the intuitive, yet confused, Irene. His head kept on shortening the distance between him and the one year old. Sylvie couldn't help but intervene when the two were practically touching noses. She knew that Mouch meant no harm, and Irene didn't seemed bothered, but it made her feel better when her daughter was back into her lap. "Aw, Brett." The firefighter complained as he got up off of his knees. "She was beginning to get the hang of it! So close!" "She wasn't saying anything." She corrected him, grabbing a toy off of the table behind her. She handed it to Irene, who let out a shriek of joy at the sight of one of her favorite toys, a small activity ball with various contraptions all over. "All of you guys are pushing her too hard. The fact of the matter is that she will say one of your names when she is ready." Irene has been saying words for about a month now. But other than Diego and Eva, which sounded like "Eg-o" and "Va", she hasn't said anyone's actual names. And even though Sylvie had verbally voiced that she expected Gabby to be the next name to come out of her daughter's mouth, they still held onto their stubborn beliefs that each of their names were going to be it. "But if she says my name first I'll get free drinks at Molly's for a whole weekend!" Mouch looked at her with wide eyes, like he wanted her to be on his side. Probably, Sylvie thought. He would then try to get her to repeat his name all the time. "Free drinks?" She was skeptical at that piece of information. Herrmann thought offering half priced drinks was generous—him giving away free drinks was uncharted territory. At least from what she could remember. "The stakes are high, Brett." He had a very serious look on his face, uncharacteristic of his usual personality. "If Hermann wins we all have to help him do an annual cleaning of Molly's." He shuddered at the thought, like washing tables and sweeping floors was the equivalent of getting shot by a bullet. "And we can't let that happen." He had the audacity to point to Irene, as if a one year old could really contribute to this. Irene followed his finger, so enthralled with the new distraction that she dropped her toy on the ground. Obviously, she didn't understand that she was just a source of gambling entertainment to her mother's coworkers. Wanting to avoid a potential temper tantrum if she kept her daughter from approaching Mouch, she placed her on the ground. A new walker, a week and a half ago was the first time she took her first steps, Irene waddled over to Mouch with only one small stumble. "I think I have to tell Antonio that we need to find new babysitters." Sylvie grumbled, watching as the scene from minutes prior was replaying in front of her again: Mouch, in front of Irene, saying his name over and over again. "Do you really want to get on Trudy's bad side?" He gave her a look, before releasing a toothy grin back at Irene. The toddler giggled, reaching forward to tug on his nose. "I think you should be asking yourself that question, Mouch." She said back, as the grin on his face turned into a grimace. He knew she was right. Despite the squabbling between them, Sylvie appreciated the company. They were in the kitchen before with the rest of 51, but she had taken a fussy Irene into the next room to calm her down. A few minutes later, Mouch had followed. Yes, his main intention was winning the bet, but she couldn't remember the last time she spent one-on-one time in the firehouse with someone other than Gabby. It was nice. Of course a little annoying as well. "When's Antonio coming back anyways? You know you've gotten lucky that we haven't gotten a call this past hour...." Squad 3 had gotten one, but Truck 81 and Ambulance 61 have been both enjoying their extended break. Sylvie had been thanking her lucky stars, as Antonio had dropped by unexpectedly with Irene an hour ago, saying there was an emergency at the state's attorneys office. Marley eagerly offered to watch her if Sylvie had to go out on a call. Since she didn't know Marley too well, even though she seemed to be very kind, Sylvie was relieved that her baby didn't have to leave her side. "Don't jinx it, Mouch!" Sylvie warned, leaning down to grab Irene's discarded toy. They were quickly approaching the estimated time of arrival Antonio had given her, and she would feel rather uncomfortable not physically seeing Irene leaving with her father. "He should be here soon, anyways." She added, answering his question. Herrmann, Otis, and Stella burst into the room. Well, so much for peace and quiet. "What the hell—" Herrmann's signature loud, raspy voice boomed through the room at the sight of Mouch. "Language!" "—What are you doing in here?" Herrmann was unfazed by Sylvie's scolding, only giving her a shrug as an acknowledgement. "You're always the last one to leave the table when we all eat!" "Free drinks, Herrmann. Free drinks. They're on the line." "Or how about 'I wanted to spend time with the cutest one year old in the world'?" Sylvie got up out of the chair to pull Irene into her arms. Her daughter squirmed for a few seconds, not expecting to be picked up, but soon was content again, gripping onto Sylvie's collar as she watched the new entertainment, babbling away quietly to herself. "Pretty sure precious, human life trumps alcohol." Otis, Stella, Mouch, and Herrmann didn't answer her. But that was enough of a response for Sylvie to know what their response was. "Whatever." She sighed, deciding not to want to get so wrapped up in their game. She had more important things to worry about. Like if Irene just let out a fart or shit her pants. Since the smell wafted away a few seconds later, she was relieved that it was the former. "If it helps you sleep at night." "It does." Otis piped up with a grin. "I sleep like a baby imagining Mouch scrubbing toilets this weekend...." "I thought that was if Herrmann would win?" Sylvie voiced her curiosity aloud. "Well, since I work at Molly's too, I thought it was a brilliant idea." Otis explained, lopping a friendly arm around Stella's shoulder. "Luckily Kidd here agreed too." "You see why this is so terrible?" Mouch moaned from the ground, who still hasn't moved even though Irene was back in Sylvie's arms. "They are arming up together!" "How did this ridiculous thing start anyways?" It's been happening for weeks now, but she couldn't really remember how it came about. "You can thank your lovely sister-in-law, Gabby, for that. It started between her and Casey." Stella revealed. "We all overheard while eating and wanted in." "Where was I?" Sylvie asked, trying to rack her brain around this new piece of information. "I'm pretty sure it was the day Irene had a fever...." Stella guessed, finger tapping on her chin. "Because Trout was there, and you can't really miss his big mouth." "Oh." That would make sense. She had to call off of work that day to stay home with Irene. Which would mean this all started about two and a half weeks ago. She shouldn't have expected anything less from Gabby. Competitive was her middle name. After the explanation, Stella turned her attention to Irene. "How's my Reney doing?" She cooed, waving her fingers. Irene, always a fan of the attention being on her, let out a big giggle. Ugh. 'Reney' was the terrible nickname Stella had taken to saying. Ever since Sylvie had slipped out the nickname 'Chunks' around Stella and Gabby, they both decided that she needed a better one. It had just been a name between her and Antonio, because of Irene's chubby baby rolls. Sometimes it varied from chunk, chunky, and chunky monkey. Really, she was mostly defensive of it because it was her little family's 'thing' and it was being made fun of. And then was attempted to be replaced by a name that sounded like a 1980's porn star. So despite for her usually being pretty laid back with things, this was certainly a sore subject. But since her daughter was in her arms and she really has been a sour puss this whole time, Sylvie decided to bite her tongue. She'd save her talk with Stella for later. "She's been doing really well despite the curveball thrown at her usual routine." She complimented her child, gently brushing a side of her hair to the side. Irene had inherited her father's hair, thick and black. But then, unfortunately, got her mother's curls. "Since Antonio never works weekends, she's always with him normally." Sylvie explained. "Reney is just the best of the best." Stella pressed a loud, smacking kiss on the top of Irene's curls, making her let out another laugh. "Don't you love Stella? Stel-la." To no surprise, the firefighter began slowly articulating her name to Irene. "Are you guys still doing that ridiculous bet?" A familiar voice called out from behind Otis and Herrmann. The two parted, revealing Antonio. He clapped both of the firemen on the shoulders in greeting, but his full attention was on Sylvie and Irene. Irene let out a squeal of excitement at the sight of her father. "Dada!" She said, pointing a stubby finger at him. Sylvie couldn't help but smile too. Out of relief and pleasure. It really was a miracle that she didn't have to leave the firehouse during the timespan of having Irene here. She thanked her lucky stars. "That's all they've been doing since Irene arrived." She informed him with an eye roll, pressing her lips against his briefly. Despite Irene leaving with him in a couple minutes, she wanted to go to her father immediately. She squirmed in Sylvie's arms, not stopping until she was handed over to Antonio. "You couldn't handle a few more minutes with me?" Sylvie pouted at her daughter. Irene, finding her mother's facial expression to be humorous, began to laugh. "You're a lot to deal with, Brett." Otis piped up. Sylvie knew he was joking, but she couldn't help but bring up something he told her months prior. The look on his face would be worth it. "I remember you telling me how great of a roommate I was." She pretended to think about this, tapping her finger against her chin. His face fell at that comment, not knowing how to respond. Even if he had a response he was fishing for, the arrival of Gabby brought on an entire new subject. "Bee!" Irene's face lit up with recognition, thrusting one of her hands out wildly towards her aunt. "Bee!" Gabby's face, which was already looking excited at the sight of her niece, lit up even more at the word that came out of her mouth. She threw a victorious smile at the four shocked firefighters before looking back at Irene to pull her into her arms. "You got to be kidding me." Mouth groaned, shoulders slumping in defeat. "You had an unfair advantage! Shouldn't count!" "This was between me and Matt at first," Gabby reminded him, "Which was one hundred percent fair. Then you all wanted in, and didn't give up even when I told you that we already had an advantage." "I....I don't remember that." Mouth lamely responded, scrambling for excuses. He wasn't going to get anything past Gabby, though. "I'm sure everyone else does." She said, eyes going across the rest of the dismayed crowd. "I look forward to seeing you guys bright and early Saturday morning to do yard work." She cheerfully said, the most upbeat Sylvie has ever seen her during work. It wasn't surprising considering how much she hates anything to do with yard work and gardening. Forget having not a green thumb, Gabby didn't have a single drop of anything green in her whole body. "Jesus Christ." Herrmann swore under his breath, before sending Gabby a look. "Hey! Why didn't you pick cleaning up Molly's!?" He asked incredulously. "Really, Herrmann? Cleaning a bar versus my back and front yard?" Personally, Sylvie would rather do the second option. She actually enjoys gardening and yard work. Gabby however, said her obvious answer. "I would choose cleaning a bar a thousands times over getting down on my hands and knees in the dirt just once." "The short answer is that she is just really scared of worms." Antonio butted in, a teasing smile on his face. Whether he was telling the truth or bothering his sister, Gabby didn't seem happy either way. "You should be careful what you say, Tonio. I have your baby in my arms." She threatened. "Oh? What are you going to do with your precious niece?" He was not affected by Gabby's words, knowing that's what they were, just words. "Oh, who knows." Gabby pretended to think. "Could teach her some bad words, my tricks from my own childhood. And teen years, when she gets old enough." Antonio looked freaked out. Sylvie, who didn't know too much about how Gabby was when she was younger, was clueless. But when it comes to Irene, she was feeling very cautious. She inched closer to Gabby, suddenly wanting her baby back in her arms. "That's not funny." Antonio said, a frown on his face. "You know he wouldn't be the only one that would suffer from your cruelty." Sylvie brought herself to Gabby's attention. But Gabby had no mercy. "Sorry, Sylvie. That's the price you have to pay for marrying my brother." Sylvie was done with this sibling squabble nonsense. She normally found it amusing, but with her daughter being the pawn she did not enjoy any of this. She had scooted closer and closer to Gabby throughout the conversation, and her shoulder was brushing her sister-in-law's by the time she began to grab Irene out of her arms. "Don't you want to go tell Casey the good news?" Sylvie questioned before Gabby could continue talking about her diabolical plan. "I should go tell Matt." She repeated Sylvie's words, thinking about it thoughtfully. Her face then brightened even more, another thought popping in her mind. "I can go rub it in his face that I beat him!" Gabby was then gone, fast walking away with determination. She was so set on her course that she forgot to even say goodbye to Antonio and Irene. Everyone else followed along, probably eager to see their lieutenant's face when he found out that he lost the bet. "Well, I think we should go, too." He said, turning towards Sylvie as his sister was out of eyesight. She gave him a look, to which he rolled his eyes and sighed to. "It's almost time for her nap. Unless you want her sleeping schedule to be completely whacked—" Point taken. "Fine, fine." She interrupted him, shoving Irene into his arms. "Send me a picture when she does go to sleep though, you know how much I love that. Extra motivation." She explained, running a hand through Irene's black curls. The soothing motion made her begin to close her eyes, showing her tiredness. Her trip to the firehouse must have worn her out. "It's a plan." He watched Sylvie and Irene's interaction for a moment, then leaned in to press his lips against Sylvie's forehead to say goodbye. "We'll see you later." Sylvie nodded, stepping back from them, knowing if she didn't they would end up staying longer. Which would mean keeping Irene from her nap. "I think she's our good luck charm," She couldn't help but add, watching as the one year old let out a small yawn. "Gabby and I haven't had a call this whole time." "Better get ready then." The two of them began walking through the firehouse. Sylvie began to slow down once she spotted Gabby and Matt, along with an audience of Otis, Herrmann, and Stella. They had just caught them in time to witness Gabby's reveal to Matt. Her paramedic partner's back was to them, so they were unable to see her facial expressions, but the others probably masked what hers was: excited anticipation. She ignored the urge to stop completely, knowing Antonio had to get Irene home. Before they completely left the kitchen, they were able to hear Matt's dismayed "no!". "You better get back there fast if you want to catch the rest of that." Antonio gestured with his head at the ruckus forming in the room they departed. When Sylvie tried to deny wanting to, he shook his head with a laugh. "Go. You know you want to. If you don't leave us now I think you'll end up following us home." After what her coworkers have put her through these past few weeks with the bet, her annoyance mostly because of them using Irene as a source of gambling entertainment, she did want to be able to relish in the fact that this ridiculousness was finally over. "Okay, I'll leave you two here." She reluctantly decided, leaning up to briefly lock lips with Antonio and then directing her attention to Irene. "I'll see you later, my chunky monkey." She cooed, resisting the urge to take her into her arms to make the goodbye longer. A simple caress of her cheek and kiss on her forehead would suffice. Before they were out of sight, Sylvie wanted to remind him again of her request. "Picture!" She called after him, redirecting herself back to the room she had just left. Antonio's response was a laugh, but it was a good enough answer for Sylvie. He would follow through. "So, Casey. I hear that you are very excited to spend your weekend doing yard work while Gabby and I drink mimosas on the deck." She inserted herself smoothly into the conversation, giddy by the dismayed sigh by her brother-in-law. She could tell that he had been doing a lot of them since Gabby had revealed the results. Casey's response had to be put on hold, as the intercom began to call for Ambulance 61. Sylvie locked eyes with Gabby, and without an exchange of words, they began their trek to their vehicle. Pushing the afternoon's events to the side, they both immediately entered work mode and began to drive off to save lives.