#fire country fic

[jay-911]

Temptation

Pairing: Best friends Dad!Manny Perez x Reader

Summary: When Gabriela tells Manny that you're going on a date with the hot EMT you'd met, he knows he has to tell you how he feels though you both end up making your feelings known through actions.

Warnings: MDNI; smut, Age gap (20 & 39), light choking

Words: 1,950

You and Gabriela Perez met at the age of 4, and the two of you became best friends right away. You were attached at the hip; you would support her at diving competitions, and she would support you at soccer games. Your families became closer, which led to having dinners together every week, and they continued as you became an adult. It was something you all looked forward to for different reasons, and as you got older, yours was seeing Manny.

You would never dare make an advance on him, but he was nice to look at and to think about when you had alone time. Sometimes you wondered if your gaze stayed on him for too long or if you tried to get too close but no one ever bought it up even if they noticed. He is the one who inspired you to become a firefighter; the stories he shared and hearing about the people he saved convinced you to apply. When you graduated from the academy, you were assigned to the same station as him, and he took you under his wing.

The two of you became closer as you continued to work side by side with him.  You could swear that Manny’s eyes would glance down at your lips or that his touch would linger, but you decided to ignore it. So when the EMT you had befriended asked you on a date, you accepted. He was sweet, good-looking, and was clearly interested in you. What better way to get a man you’ll never end up with out of your head?

You started getting ready for the date, applied some light makeup, then fixed up your hair, deciding to leave it down. Your phone notification tone chimed through the room. When you look at the screen, you see Manny’s name; he’s asking if you can come by the house quickly. You reply, Yes, slip your dress and shoes on, grabbing your clutch, and start driving to Manny’s.

10 minutes later, you pull into his driveway, and you’re knocking at the door. He opens it fairly quickly, and you give him a smile before your eyes glance over his body. A singlet and sweatpants, you inhaled sharply at how good he looked. The thin fabric stretched across his broad chest.

“Manny! Hi, What di-“ He cuts you off.

“Don’t go tonight” he said quickly, but you still understood. Your eyebrows knit together.

“Sorry!? Why not? Wait, how do you even—did Gabs tell you?”

“Yeah, she did, but that doesn’t matter.” You mentally note to talk to her about that: “I’m telling you, you can’t go.”

“Give me a reason not to. Do you know something about him that I don’t?”

“No! He’s a great guy, but you have to trust me.”

“Manny, I need a proper answer.”

“Because I’m jealous.” The silence that fills the space between you is deafening, like the world is on mute. Jealous? You open your mouth to say something, but he beats you to it. “Tell me that you don’t feel some type of way towards me. I’ve seen how you look at me and how you get nervous when I’m close to you.”

“Yeah, okay? I have a crush on you, but it’s not like we are ever going to end up together. There’s 19 years between us, Manny! Me going out on dates is about my future—getting married and having a family. I can’t throw that away for some unspoken spark between us.”

“We’re speaking about it now,” he says with a shrug. “Plus, who says it wouldn’t work out? We haven’t tried.”

“Gabs would freak out and probably never talk to either of us again.”

“I think Gab would just want two of the most important people in her life to be happy” he says, raising an eyebrow as if he’s saying, ‘try to disagree’. He takes a step forward. “Just give us a try.” He gently takes your hand in his. You look down as he rubs his thumb back and forth.

“Okay” You were so weak when it came to him. As soon as you say that, he leads you inside.

“You might want to send a text and tell him that you can’t go.” Manny says as he walks to the kitchen. “Make yourself comfortable.” You take a seat on the couch, and he comes back with wine and sits down next to you.

“How long have you known about my secret crush, and how long have you reciprocated those feelings?” your eyes look down at the glass in you hands.

“I started to pick up on little things about 5 months ago and started liking you shortly after. You look divine, by the way.” He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah? Show me that you mean it.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” You lean in and kiss him.

“Is that a good enough answer?” You say with a slight smirk. His hand immediately cups your jaw, pulling you back in for a more intense kiss. Your hand finds their way to his hair, combing through it. “Please” you murmur into the kiss. He starts to kiss along your jaw.

He peppers kisses from your jaw to your neck. You reach for the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head, throwing it aside. You kiss his chest slowly and sensually, leaving traces of your lipstick. He brings your lips back to his. "C'mon.” He grips your waist, pulling you towards him and onto his lap. He slides your dress up and lets it bunch around your hips as his hands explore your body. You finish the job by grabbing the fabric and throwing it over your head, leaving you in your lingerie.

“Are you 100 percent sure?” Manny stares into your eyes as he asks.

“Yes, I promise.” He tells you to sit on the couch again. As soon as you do, he’s on his knees in front of you, his hands slowly coming up your thighs all the way to your hips. His fingers hook around the band of your underwear before pulling them off. You teasingly begin to spread your thighs; he just watches the sight in front of him until he can’t wait. He grabs your hips and drags you to the edge of the couch, placing one of your legs on his shoulder and pushing the other one further out.

You can’t help but giggle as he does this. He keeps eye contact with you as he kisses down your thigh. “So pretty, mi querida (my dear)” You loved hearing him speak Spanish; the way his accent became more intense gave you goosebumps. He kissed back up your thigh to where you wanted him. You sharply inhale as he slides his tongue up your pussy, continuing to do so back and forth, slowly to tease you. When he suddenly sucks your clit, your hand flies out to grasp hold of his hair and whine out his name.

He alternates between methods, really taking his time, trying different speeds, pressures, and focus points—learning what you enjoy. It’s only after he has a little fun with that that he does anything else. His calloused fingers trail along your stomach, then lower before sinking them into you. Your heel presses into his back at this new sensation. You roll your hips, moving in time with him. You could not only feel but also hear how wet this was making you.

You rake a hand through his hair and hum. “Please” His eyes flick up to meet yours as he pulls his mouth away for the first time, his fingers still steadily thrusting.

“Please what? Mmm?”

“I need you.” You move your hand from his hair to the side of his face, cupping his cheek.

“Need me how?”

“I want you to fuck me exactly how you’ve been thinking about doing it for the past 5 months.” He removes his fingers, bringing them to his mouth as he stands up. You sit up straight and kiss his stomach, your hands coming to the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers and dragging them down his legs. He reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, sliding the straps off your shoulders and adding it to the pile of clothes. You wrap your hand around his semi-hard cock, stroking it and sucking just the head. A quiet, broken moan leaves his mouth as he becomes fully erect. A bead of precum leaking from his tip.

He could easily become obsessed with how your mouth feels, but he takes a step back. “Lay down. I need you now.” You do as he says. He kneels on the couch and spreads your legs further apart. “You look so beautiful like this,” he said, his eyes memorising every part of your body. One hand comes up to your tits, his thumb brushing over your nipple. With the other, he slips his cock between your folds before inching into you. He stays buried in you for a moment to adjust, then slowly pulls out before thrusting back in. “Fuck, baby” he whispers under his breath as his head falls back. The way he fucks you, deep and slow, has your eyes rolling and stray whimpers escaping from your lips.

You tell him how good it feels, how big he is, and how it’s like you were made for each other. As you continue to praise him, his pace picks up gradually. Your pleasure was also increasing, and the noises coming from you were more frequent. You reach for his hand that was playing with your nipples, bringing it to your neck. He automatically applies a small bit of pressure, chuckling when you tighten around his cock.

“Oh, you really like that. Huh?” His grip hardens, not enough to hurt you but enough to pull you closer to your release. You wrap your hand around his wrist, your nails digging in slightly.

“I’m gonna cum, please, Manny. Please” You arch your back, almost as if you’re trying to feel him deeper. The feeling is getting overwhelming; you bite your lip, and your eyelids flutter shut.

“Nah uh, eyes on me or I’ll stop." Your eyes open, looking into his. He fucks into you harder. “Good girl. Touch yourself.” Without hesitation, you reach down and rub your clit, the initial touch making you shiver. Your back arches, toes curl, and breath hitches while you choke out some babble that Manny can’t understand.

“Are you going to cum on my cock?” He asked, and that seemed to be the final push. Your legs started to shake. Your walls squeeze around his cock, causing his breath to hitch. “God, where do you want me?” Your high is too strong to answer him. He moves his hand from your throat to your cheek, caressing softly. "C'mon, I need to know where you want me.”

"Inside,” you manage to choke out. He looks down, watching his cock disappear with each thrust, and then, with a deep moan, he cums inside of you. He slowly pulls out of you and watches as his cum spills from your hole. He softly glides his thumb over your clit making you cry out and close your legs as best you can with him still between them.

"Sorry, baby” he laughs, clearly amused by your reaction. When he sits down, he guides you back onto his lap, laying your head on his shoulder. Although you’re sweaty and tired, you sit in each other's embrace for a while. “I think we have something important to talk about later.”

“Hmm, later.” You affectionately kiss his neck.

[whumpdoyoumean]

A/N: I was not planning on writing this, but here is a lil part 2 to my Fire Country tag! xxx

“Bode? Bode, c’mon. Come on, Bode!”

Jake pats at Bode’s face, shakes his shoulders, but nothing works. He just watches helplessly as Bode’s lids flutter, and then his eyes roll back in his head, his face going slack. 

“Oh my god, Jake is he--” Freddy begins, and Jake waves him off with the hand that’s not currently at Bode’s neck feeling for his pulse. He knows how that sentence ends and he doesn’t want to hear it, doesn’t want to even think it. 

He feels the thump thump of a heartbeat a second later, just like he knew he would (hoped he would). 

“He’s alive,” he says, and out of the corner of his eye he sees Freddy nearly collapse with relief. “But he’s tachy.”

“Tachy? What does that mean?”

Jake looks at Bode’s sheet-white face, at the sweat beading his forehead and the paleness of his lips, and his stomach knots with worry. 

“Jake?”

Jake looks up at Freddy, who’s staring at him wide-eyed. He looks like he might burst into tears at any second, which is how Jake is how Jake would be feeling if he stopped to let himself think anything. 

“It means his heart is beating too fast. It’s his body trying to compensate for blood loss. He needs that ambulance, Freddy.”

“Is there anything I can do?” the man asks helplessly. 

“Actually, yes. I need you to go find Captain Perez and ask him for an update on the ambulance. And bring me some blankets!” 

Freddy nods and jogs off toward the smoldering fire camp. Jake turns his attention back to Bode. 

“Alright, Bode, come back…” He makes a fist and rubs his knuckles firmly and quickly against the man’s sternum. Bode groans, one hand reaching up to bat weakly at Jake’s, and Jake lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Good, Bode, you with me?”

“What th’ hell?” Bode slurs, one eye opening and then the other as he glares up at Jake with an expression that’s equal parts confused and pained and that’s a million times better than unconscious. 

“You passed out there for a sec, B. You’ve lost some blood but you’re gonna be okay. Ambulance is coming. You need to stay awake though, okay? Don’t--don’t do that again. You scared me.”

“‘m sorry. I…I screwed ever’thing up.”

There’s a part of Jake that agrees, but a bigger part that knows if Odin had gotten away then he would’ve gone on to cause more damage, hurt more people. 

“Naw, Bode. You had to stop him. He was dangerous.”

Bode puts one hand over Jake’s, and Jake can’t help but notice that his hands are clammy and trembling. 

“‘s not what I mean.”

Jake frowns slightly and Bode continues. 

“Back when I…left, I--” Bode swallows thickly. “I should’ve--should’ve said somethin’, I should’ve…”

“Hey, that’s all in the past now,” Jake says. He thinks the blood has finally stopped, but he’s afraid that if he takes any pressure off then it’ll just start again and Bode will bleed out, so he keeps his blood-slick hands over the pile of reddened gauze. 

“And I’m--I’m sorry about Gabriella.”

Jake sighs, closing his eyes for a moment. Freddy comes jogging up right then, and Jake is grateful for the disruption. 

“Here,” Freddy says breathlessly, his arms piled high with blankets that smell like smoke. 

“Good, drop ‘em here. We need to get one on him, and use the others to prop up his feet.”

Freddy nods obediently, dumping the blankets onto the floor. He piles all but one next to Bode’s feet. 

“I won’t hurt him if I move him?” he says. 

“‘m okay, Freddy.” Bode’s voice is low and scratchy, not at all convincing, but Freddy nods seriously. 

“K, I’m gonna lift your legs up, now.”

Bode’s brow furrows as Freddy lifts his legs, jaw tightening, and Jake is glad that Freddy can’t see the pain on his face. 

“There we go, buddy. Jake, is that good?”

Jake looks over and nods. “Yeah, looks good.”

“Here.” Freddy holds out the last blanket. 

Jake still doesn’t want to move his hands, but he’s certain now that the bleeding has stopped and Bode needs to stay warm, so he carefully lifts his hands away from the wound, watching for any fresh blood and, on not seeing any, takes the blanket and drapes it carefully over Bode. 

“What’d Cap say about that ambulance?”

“He called again, said they’re getting close. Maybe eight minutes out.”

Eight minutes. It’s not a long time, usually. An eight minute wait at a restaurant, or eight minutes until kickoff of the big game, even eight minutes on hold isn’t too bad. But there are other times when eight minutes feels like an eternity. Eight minutes in a bad fire can feel like an eternity. 

And so, it turns out, can eight minutes waiting for an ambulance to come for your ex-best friend turned rival turned whatever the hell is going on now. He still doesn’t know exactly where they stand, still has a lot of anger and hurt over a lot of things, but he does know, is absolutely certain, that he doesn’t want Bode to die. 

“How we doin’, Bode?” he asks.

“Pain’s not…not so bad anymore. Gettin’ cold.”

Jake feels a spike of concern, and he feels Freddy move closer to him. 

“That’s bad, right?” he whispers.

“We’ve just gotta keep him talking,” Jake says. 

“Hear that, Bode? Keep talking!” Freddy encourages.

Bode’s breath is coming in in fast, short bursts now, his skin ashen, and Jake guesses that if he could see better, he’d see a bluish tint to his lips. He’s obviously struggling to stay awake, but he’s fighting and that’s what matters. As long as he keeps fighting…

“Come on, Bode.”

“If--if…”

Jake has the sick feeling that he knows where this is going. 

“If I don’t--”

“Don’t talk like that,” he says gently. 

“No!” Bode says it with surprising strength, then winces. When he speaks again his words are quiet and halting. “Jake, if I don’t…if I don’t make it I need…I need you to tell my mom that I. I tried. I just w-wanted to keep her safe. ‘n tell my dad I just…I hope I made him-m proud.”

Jake reaches under the blanket, finding Bode’s cool, clammy hand and gripping it tight. 

“You’re gonna be fine, Bode. You can tell them all of that, and more, alright?”

“‘n tell Gabby…”

Jake feels a stab of jealousy and guiltily shoves it down.

“Tell ‘er thank you. For savin’ me. And--and thank you. For not turning me in.”

“It was nothing,” Jake says. “I…probably deserved that punch.”

Bode’s mouth turns up in something approaching a smile and he nods once. “Yeah.”

“Do you hear sirens?” Freddy says suddenly, and Jake looks up toward the road. He can hear the faint sirens, and distant red lights are visible through the trees. 

“They’re here, Bode! They’re almost here, you’re gonna be okay. You hear me?”

“Hear you,” Bode breathes. It’s obvious he’s getting tired, though, his eyes getting a distant look to them that Jake doesn’t like. 

“Hey,” he says firmly, reaching up with both blood-caked hands and taking Bode’s face between them. “Stay with me now, I mean it this time.”

He doesn’t pay much attention to the ambulance as it pulls up, focused as he is on trying to keep Bode awake. He barely hears the sir, we’ve got it from here. Hands he doesn’t know reach for his arm and he pushes them away. 

“Sir!”

“Jake!”

It’s Gabby’s voice that finally reaches him. He turns to see her cutting through the small clearing, face twisted with sadness and worry. Her dad is hot on her heels.

“You have to let them do their job,” Manny says.

Jake blinks and stands slowly, letting himself be jostled out of the way as the paramedics kneel on the ground next to Bode and get to work. Gabby stands near them, talking tearfully to the barely-conscious man. Manny takes Jake by the arm and leads him off to one side, and then pulls him into a hug. 

“You did good,” he says. “They’ve got it from here.”

Jake doesn’t return the hug, standing stiffly and staring off into the darkness. 

“Hey, you good?” Manny says, pulling away. “Jake?”

Slowly, Jake shakes his head. 

“I didn’t say it back,” he finally says. “I didn’t tell him I was sorry.”

xxx 

[eruptedinlight]

do you have a moment to talk about my lord and savior

[mixelation]

we're fools. tori's ninja rpf self-insert is clearly not semi-known ninja konoha no tori or utano tori or whatever she's going by, but rather the cup noodle heiress

[arunneronthird]

three seconds away from drawing atla fanart for the sole purpose of making zuko actually cool

[nade2308]

Summary: Just as planned, Sli put him into the team that were going to get Ice out of the car, and he worked just as he would any other day, devoted to getting the person out, and putting his feelings in a box until the job was done.

Notes:

Hello, again. I am coming with the Fire Country AU this time which was a large part of how my July went (fooled around with this idea, wrote a bit in the AU, established some of the characters and whatnot).

Anyway, the main idea started few months ago while I was watching a Fire Country ep on TV. I was trying to imagine how it would look like if Ice and Mav were in this situation, and this little AU was born.

In case you are not familiar with the show, it deals with a bunch of prisoners that work at a camp that helps firefighters to reduce their ssntence and to be able to get out on parole.

A lot has happened in season 1, but that shall be explained more and written about in the story when I get to it. For now consider this a little teaser.

On that note, I am putting some explanation about the characters.

Characters:

Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell - Bode Leone (a prisoner in the Tree Rock camp, former drug addict and the adoptive son of Mike and Mary, uses his actual given name so he is not connected to them)

Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky - Gabriela Perez (Ice is already an established firefighter in this AU, the son of a Cal Fire Captain. Without Gabriela's background)

Mike 'Viper' Metcalf - Vince Leone (Cal Fire Batallion Chief, he blamed Mav for the death of his biological son)

Mary Metcalf - Sharon Leone (Cal Fire Division Chief)

Slider - Eve Edwards (Firefighter in the Cal Fire Department)

Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw - Freddie Mills (Goose is one of the prisoners. He met Mav in prison and immediately got protective of him, they became best friends. Nicknamed Goose because he got scared of a goose thinking it was a bear during one of the first tasks he had as a firefighter)

Carole Bradshaw - Cookie (she is Goose's wife, pregnant with Bradley at the start of the story)

Bill 'Cougar' Cortell (Metcalf for this story) - Riley Donovan (Mike's and Mary's biological son, died in a car crash)

Sam 'Merlin' Wells - Jake Crawford (Firefighter in Cal Fire)

Ice's father - Manny Perez (Ice's father is the Captain in Cal Fire, and in charge of the Tree Rock camp)

Jester - Luke Leone (Jester is close to Viper, they are like brothers)

I took the liberty to putting Carole as one of the paramedics, as well as Sarah, who is Ice's sister in this. I also headcanoned some of the flyboys as well as some of the TGM crew as firefighters or probies, and because I love that, I added some of the daggers' mothers as firefighters. Hopefully it will all make sense when I get to write the whole story eventually.

Of course, none of this would have happened without @thethistlegirl enabling. Thank you so much for that and for loving this AU just as much as I do.

[peaches2217]

Fun Italian fact! "Grazie," which English speakers tend to pronounce "GRAHT-see," is actually pronounced "GRAHTS-yeh." I only figured that out because I went to Italy for Spring Break in college, and when I boldly and apparently incorrectly thanked a convenience store cashier, she slowly repeated it back with the correct pronunciation.

I wonder if she still thinks about that sometimes: that American who somehow ended up in an area with absolutely zero English speakers, taking her hint and realizing they'd been saying it wrong and then thanking her one last time with the correct pronunciation. 'Cause God knows I think about it every time I come across that word. 😆

[rowwrites]

Naruto Twin AU

Had a dream of a naruto twin au except for some reason the self insert naruto twin girl (kushinas hair and eyes, minato face, yk standard) had to go find a tokubetsu jonin or just a jonin for a class project

I'll call her Mikoto / Miko for now or something

So like class project, they're like 4 years old or 5, and it's one of those draw your family and talk about them scenarios and everyone's being mean about it to them bc kids are cruel

Obviously, being SI, she's already told Naruto and thought of a plan to get out of jail free but he wants to draw them despite it being an S class secret. So, of course, she indulges him. Dips out quietly as a mouse and politely asks at the shinobi desk for a Tokubetsu Jonin

By pure chance, one is literally there just going to get a mission. It's also one that, despite them being who they are, is rather neutral about them - we'll call him Haiiro. So he indulges her, "what do you need a tokubetsu for?"

Its serious, the way she looks at him (and adorable since she's a child trying to be serious), "I need a contract written up as a Promise." So he indulges her once more and she pockets the paper and holds her hand out to walk back to the classroom with him.

"We wanna draw our mama and papa-" she says having extracted The Promise, The Contract and Haiiro is internally like 'oh god' and she continues, "But it's a SECRET. SO, we need permission to DRAW THEM but not talk about them :)"

He is in. A situation. He technically accepted this as a mission. Even the shinobi desk ninja accepted it technically. (They didn't read what she wrote properly, she knows it)

So Miko owns that shit. Haiiro gets this feeling he's going to be... sought out more. He also needs to know HOW they know so he can tell the Hokage. But she's a kid so he can't just. Go shove her at a Yamanaka immediately. She looks him dead in the eye and says "so will you do it?"

Fuck it, he thinks, he'll do it, there'll be something funny about this. (Where the fuck is Hound, why isn't he watching her-)

So she slips back into class WITH this Jonin and the teacher is. Stunned. Confused. She thumbs ups naruto and he yells at her that, "Awesome IM DRAWING MAMA"

So she delegates herself to drawing Minato dutifully by looking out the window. If she draws him like a Shoujo man as only a 4 or 5 year old could that's even funnier.

Teacher is BAFFLED. Why is he here, when did the demons sister slip out. What is going on. Haiiro just says, "wait and see. Continue as normal."

So, teacher does. Kids are also curious but can't say anything because Teacher GLARES and gets things back on track. They start talking about their families. Ami gives a snide talk and side eyes Miko and Naruto during it. Sakura recites dutifully. Sasuke goes before them and extolls the virtues of his brother.

Then Miko and Naruto stand. "This is us," they point out, "and this is our parents." Haiiro is torn between laughing and crying. "We can't talk about them cause they're meant to be a secret so that's why I brought Mr Jonin here to let us do this-"

"Our mama was so cool, 'ttebayo!" Naruto says and starts talking about her hair and her face and that, "She was from UZU its so cool."

He wants to shut them up but he also. Doesn't. Bound by mission parameters, he'll claim. Fuck it, he's taking these kids home with him later, theyre SMART. He always wanted minions.

and oh no no what's she doing. She's pointing out the window then at her paper. "Yondaime. Thanks."

Class erupts into shouts. Lots of calls of liars. Naruto is beaming. Miko is smiling innocently, pocketing the paper.

Haiiro is so fucking dead. He laughs and laughs and laughs. He's filing adoption papers later.

[quaranmine]

firewatch au is an unparalleled fanfic experience for all of you because where else are yall getting this kind of pure unadulterated hyperfixation info-dumping on a niche topic? AND there's angst to cry over? amazing

[compacflt]

wip wednesday: the Great Kazansky-Mitchell Breakup Fiasco of 2003 (post-pulling-Rooster’s-papers) is still giving me grief :(

just feels like i can’t get it right every time i try (and lord how ive tried. the above excerpts are 3 out of a total 7 attempts to get this time period correct, and the other 4 are already up on ao3)

im basically revising this fic like a novel just because i want to get it right for once and for all but the emotional minefield of this chapter (ch 8 of the original fic) means ive basically written myself into a corner where they have to talk about it to move on with their lives but also can’t talk about it because the climax (thanks tgm screenwriters) has to come after mav dies/is resurrected. idk it’s more complicated than that but i tried writing out my notes about what I’m trying to do in the rewrite of this chapter to include in this post and it came out to 1000 words itself, so ill just keep it at that

[transingthoseformers]

So I'm on a psychology streak today, so I actually have a question for y'all:

Do you have any fics that irrevocably changed how you look at the world, for better or worse?

[swimmingwolf59]

After the Fire Series [Complete!]

Gonna make a post for this one too while I’m at it lol!

Series summary: Two fics centered around the original series movies.

Part 1: McCoy can communicate with Spock while he’s just a katra trapped in his head, and they share feelings neither of them had the courage to before. But things don’t make as much sense when Spock is returned to his body. 

Part 2: After Sybok, after Khitomer, they found themselves at a log cabin with a giant peach tree out front. (Can stand alone)

[whumpdoyoumean]

A/N: So, I watched the new Fire Country and was annoyed at the lack of Bode whump. So here's a little something with my ideal version of how that scene in the woods would have gone down (with Vince having managed to actually keep Sharon from going to the fire which was definitely a trap). Spoilers-ish for 1x11, Mama Bear xxx Bode wants to kill him.

He wants to kill Odin.

He’s been angry before. Hell, he’s spent years of his life angry. Had plenty of reason to be, too. But never, ever has he felt fury like this, hot and raging inside of him like a living thing and he wants to destroy the man who’s threatening his family, both blood and found. Who’d almost killed Dolly and Paulie. Who’d set fire to the place that’s become something like home. 

Who’d tried to hurt his mother.

He wants to hit him until there’s nothing left.

Before he can, though, someone is grabbing him from behind, holding onto his raised arm, preventing him from landing a blow.

“No, no. B.” Surprise finds its way through the blinding anger as Bode realizes it’s Jake that’s speaking, his words breathless but firm as he keeps his grip on Bode’s arm. “Hey, listen. You hit him, and you become him.” 

The rage is still burning and Bode tries again to hit the man on the ground. Jake still knows him, though, despite everything, and he must sense it coming because his grip tightens before Bode even has the chance to move and all he manages is a small jerk of his arm. 

“Bode!” Jake is almost desperate now. “Hey. That is exactly what he wants. To take away your chance at the life you deserve. I swear to god, don’t you let him.”

Jake’s words somehow cut through the rage, and Bode finds himself calming enough to speak. “He wants to hurt my mom.”

“I know. I know, but we won’t let him,” Jake says, and Bode allows himself to be pulled backwards as two police officers run forward, dragging Odin to his feet and cuffing him. “See, the police are here, okay? He’s not going anywh--oh my god. Bode. You’re gonna be okay.”

Bode frowns in confusion at Jake's sudden shift in demeanor. “What?”

He looks down, following Jake’s wide-eyed gaze, and his eyes land on the small knife handle sticking out of the middle of his left side, wet dark blooming out around it, staining the orange of his uniform a deep crimson. Bode’s hands shake slightly as his right one reaches up, fingers wrapping around the cold metal. 

“Wait, Bode, don’t--” Jake begins, but Bode is already pulling. 

That’s when the pain hits. He’d had too much adrenaline before to notice the knife but shit he notices it now and he lets out a pained grunt as the knife slips from his grasp and hits the dirt. Blood starts flowing in earnest now, and Bode is hit with a sudden wave of dizziness.

“Oh, shit.”

“Okay, B, easy. Easy,” Jake says, easing Bode back so that he’s lying on the ground. Bode groans as Jake puts pressure on the wound, squirming slightly under his touch.“Hey, I need some help over here! Someone call an ambulance!”

There’s the sound of running footsteps, and then Manny says, “Bode? What the hell happened? Oh, geez…”

“Cap,” Bode gasps, looking up at the concerned face hovering above him. “Go--go get Gabby, please. Keep 'er away. She doesn’t n-need to see this.”

“I’m not leavin’ your side, Bode.”

“Please.”

“I got ‘im, Cap,” Jake says. “Bode’s right, Gabby doesn’t need this right now.”

Manny stares at him for a long moment and then nods. “Okay. Okay, Jake, but you--you don’t--” He swallows hard and lets out a loud breath. 

“I’ve got him,” Jake says firmly, "and we need a first-aid kit over here." Manny nods again before standing and walking out of the clearing. Jake watches him for a moment and then turns back to Bode. “How we doin’?”

“Hurts,” Bode says. “ But ‘ve had worse.”

Jake snorts. "Yeah, okay tough guy."

The circumstances are… less than ideal, but in that moment things almost feel the way they used to, and Bode feels a pang of something close to regret. He's about to say something when there's a sudden commotion, and he can hear the sounds of yelling and branches breaking. He tries to sit up but Jake quickly puts a hand on his chest, keeping him down.

"Whoa, hey. Steady there," Jake says. "It's just your crew."

"They okay?" Bode asks, trying to ignore the worsening pain as he grabs Jake’s wrist, trying and failing to move his hand. He cranes his neck as much as he can manage. "Someone hurt?" 

"No, B, they're fine. Fire’s out. They're just worried about you, man. You're the one who's hurt, remember? So you need to stay still so I can keep pressure on it, right?”

Bode frowns slightly. He’s not hurt that bad, and his guys need him. Jake takes his hand off of his chest and moves it back to keep pressure on the stab wound, and Bode seizes the opportunity to try and sit up. He regrets it immediately--the pain is deep and sharp, and he lets out a cry, his vision going black at the edges as he falls back into the dirt. 

“Damn it, Bode, stay still!”  Jake cries, as another familiar voice says, sounding distant and strange, “Oh my god. I--I got the first-aid kit. Is he okay?”

“Thanks, Freddy,” Jake says. “I need you to get out some gauze for me while I keep pressure, okay? Bode--Jesus--you still with me?”

Bode’s heart is pounding, breath coming in small gasps, but he manages a nod. 

“Do you believe me now?” Jake sounds like he’s trying to sound angry, but his worry is too obvious for Bode to buy it. 

Bode doesn’t say it, but the answer is yes. It’s starting to sink in that maybe Jake is right about him needing to stay still. Even as Jake presses gauze to the hole, Bode can feel the blood soaking his jumpsuit, can feel his own hands growing cold. 

“It’s bad, isn’t it,” he finally says. 

“You’ll be fine.” It’s Freddy that says it, but he sounds terrified and not at all reassuring. 

“He’s right,” Jake agrees. He sounds only marginally more sure. “You’ve just gotta hang in there til the ambo gets here.”

“It’s--it’s bad,” Bode repeats, and his heart sinks as realization hits him like a ton of bricks. “Oh my god, I fucked up.” He barely gets the words out before the tears start, feeling hot against his cool skin. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Bode, hey! What’s goin’ on, man? You’re gonna be okay!”

Bode squeezes his eyes shut tight in an attempt to stop the tears, then looks back up at Jake with watery eyes. “No, you don’t--you don’t understand. I--I got tested to see--to see if…”

“To see if you’re a match,” Jake finishes. “Bode, you can’t think about that right now, okay? You have to focus on you.”

“What if I’m a match and I can’t--oh god, I never should’ve g’n after him…” His tongue feels thick and heavy, and the words come out slurred and strange. He blinks heavily, and he can feel unconsciousness pulling at him. 

“No. No, Bode! Don’t sleep! Stay awake, damn you!” 

Freddy’s voice joins Jake’s, frantic and loud. “Bode, stay awake!” 

Bode forces his eyes open, fighting against the darkness at the edges of his vision, the sick dizziness that makes him want to close his eyes to get away from it. 

“Tell my parents--”

“Bode, no--”

“Jake, you gotta…tell my parents ‘m sorry.”

There are hands on his face and shoulders, shaking him, voices saying his name, but there’s nothing he can do to keep from slipping into oblivion. 

xxx 

[denialcity]

I think it's a shame that people tend to worldbuild mostly only for uchiha bc they are shiny and cool and contentious and interesting. I mean, me too but I also Love it when there's worldbuilding for other clans in people's content

[undead-supernova]

got a fic that follows some swift songs and it'll be a few months before the whole thing is probably released and I'm trying to manifest rep to be released next month to help with inspo

[ao3commentoftheday]

Love me a fic that starts with the unresolved sexual tension already thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. I want my ship pining, yearning, and most definitely fantasizing.

I want their minds to wander to how hot the other person is, mid-sentence. I want them barely functioning because of all the hormones swimming through their brains. I want normally smart people who are downright dumb when faced with the smallest bit of barely revealed skin on the other person's body.

By the time they actually realize they're both in this state of tortured sexual desire, I want them to be at their wit's end and ready to flee the country in order to find the slightest scrap of control because there is absolutely zero control left when theyre in the same room together. They need to be scratching at the walls of their souls, they're so desperate for each other.

And when they do finally realize the fact that they're in this on-fire boat together? I want them to have incredibly hot, wildly cathartic (and not necessarily at-all realistic) sex that leaves them both exhausted, happy, and fully satisfied.

Unresolved sexual tension that gets completely fucking resolved, my beloved.