#so long as we’re agreeing with the same sets of ideas

[historicity-was-already-taken]

Anyway, for all the anger and negativity, I’m getting notes like:

-Israel

-Palestine

-Jewish Stuff

-Free Palestine

-Am Yisrael Chai*

-Islam

-from the river to the sea

-genocide

-Holocaust

-Zionism

-Nakba

-if I forget thee o Jerusalem

On the same post(s). That means people from what I assume are quite different backgrounds are seeing and responding to the same words with equal levels of emotion in the same direction, and I love that 💗

*this means “the people Israel live.” It’s a Biblical reference to Jacob and god renaming him “Israel,” meaning, “he who wrestles with God” after the time he wrestled with a bunch of angels before reuniting with his brother Esau.

[irisintheafterglow]

hi!!! could i request pro hero!bakugo & pro hero!reader where bkgs doing an interview and they ask about relationships and his answer is “I thought you people already knew that im married”

i have no idea how to word things but i hope that was readable🙏🙏

keeping it in the family

wc: 1.6k

cw/tags: swearing, mentions of drinking and alcohol, established relationship, dialogue-driven

note: RAHHH I LOVE HUSBAND BAKUGO. anyways !!! i hope you like this, i did get a little carried away when writing it so hopefully it makes sense. thank you for your ask!!!

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

“And we’re on in five, four, three, two…give ‘em hell.” The roar of excited applause jumbles together with the late-night show’s opening theme and the screams of excited fans can still be heard even as Kirishima flashes a blinding smile to the camera. 

“Good evening, everyone, and welcome to Heroes on Heroes! We’re so glad you’re joining us tonight, seeing as this is the finale of season one!” The audience cheers with fiery passion and it makes the three heroes onstage chuckle nervously. This was going to be a long night, especially if the superfans were crying after every word they spoke. “I’m Red Riot,” he pauses while the cheering erupts once again, “and I’m joined by my fellow pros, Chargebolt and Dynamight.” You wince from your place at sidestage from the sheer wave of noise that slams into your eardrums when the latter is introduced. 

“Thanks for having us tonight, man,” Denki grins. He eagerly drums the armrests of his chair, to the left of Kirishima. “I’ve been looking forward to doing one of these since I saw Deku’s a few weeks back.” 

“It’s a great concept, really. I love being able to just chat with you guys and shoot the shit about hero stuff. It’s so manly.” Kirishima turns expectantly to the other hero sitting to his right, whose hot-headed nature was blatantly obvious by how he was slumped in his chair, squinting slightly at the burning spotlights and clicking cameras. You admire Kirishima’s confidence in forcing Katsuki to say something. “What about you, Bakugo? How’re you feeling tonight?” 

“I’m alright,” he shrugs indifferently. Your breath catches in your throat and you can hear the Dynamight agency’s publicist put his head in his hands. “It’s been a while, so it’s good to see you guys,” he adds with unexpected fondness and you exhale in relief. His eyes meet yours for half a second and he shoots you a wink that makes your knees wobbly. “I saw that save at the bridge collapse last week, Shitty Hair. Pretty decent work.” Kirishima blinks once, twice, and then glances at Denki. Katuski’s blank look narrows into a scowl. “The hell are you looking like that for? I got shit in my teeth or something?”

“No, no. Sorry, man,” Kirishima laughs. “I just wasn’t expecting a compliment from you so early in the show.”

“Yeah, we thought we’d have to booze you up a little more to get you to be nicer,” Denki jokes and he recoils a bit when he’s struck with a molten hot glare from the hero across from him. 

“Whatever you’re about to say, bro, don’t say it,” Kirishima warns and the crackles in Katsuki’s palms gradually dissipate. “But, I’m wondering too. What’s with the good mood?” 

“I guess I feel like playing nice tonight,” he answers cryptically, his gaze flicking over to you again with amusement. You can almost sense the fainting girls falling over each other in the front row. Kirishima’s attention subtly darts over to you and a knowing smirk grows over his face. It was the first time you and Katsuki were at the same press event, since you both thought it was too dangerous to sneak around until now. “But, talk about that bridge save. I don’t think a lot of people know that the guy was wanted by several agencies.”

“Ooh, yeah,” Denki agrees with a quick sip of his drink. He swallows and sets the glass down with a light thud. “He’d been giving us hell for weeks. It's not really the best matchup for a sand villain to be going up against an electric hero.”

“It was the sand villain and his wife, wasn’t it? That chick with the melting Quirk?”

“Yep, they were a nasty couple to deal with,” Kirishima confirms. “I had to keep track of this guy’s damn sand spikes and his wife turning the floor to goop at the same time.”

“Goop is a weird-ass way to put it,” Katsuki points out with obvious distaste. 

“Yeah, but he was a pretty goopy guy.” Chuckles ripple through the audience and you can’t help breaking a smile too at Kirishima’s joke. 

“I think for me, at least,” Denki adds, “the biggest pain was the fact that they were married, and they had, like, marriage telepathy or something.”

“Bro, I thought that was just me! Here I was, thinking that I’d incapacitated one and split them from the other, when bam! Both of them appear in front of me like a damn genie.” 

“You ever have to deal with villain couples, Bakubro?”

“Nah, not recently. We’ve been doing a lot of big raids on all the crime families downtown.” He flexes his right bicep and pulls back the sleeve of his shirt to show a gnarly purple spot growing on his skin. “Got this little beauty three days ago from a neo-Hassaikai asshole.” You're not fazed by the ugly shade of the wound because you were the one who stitched up the...less visible results of the raid.

“Jeez, man,” Denki says in disbelieving awe at his friend’s injury. “If you ever need backup, we’d love to do a team up with you.” 

“I think I’d rather die–”

“My agency would also love to team-up with you,” Kirishima interjects before Katsuki can finish his thought. The heart rate monitor of his publicist begins to rapidly beep behind you. “We can have a threeway team-up! That’d be pretty cool, don’t you guys think?” 

“What if we all just merged into one big super agency? Like a big family?”

“That sounds like the stupidest shit–” Again, Kirishima cuts off Katsuki’s brash protests and saves them from being taken off the air.

"That would be so awesome."

“Would that mean we’d have to get pro-hero partners, too? Keep hero work in the family?”

“I think Salonpas would have heart palpitations if we said we were trying to keep hero work within the family,” Katsuki points out and his friends nod in agreement. “On another fuckin’ note, that Half-and-Half idiot keeps hogging the number two spot and it pisses me off.” Though you didn’t often encounter Todoroki while you were on patrol, you knew that he was adamant about keeping work life and family life separate. It made him even more of a dedicated hero and a recent bust of a notorious crime ring bumped him into the number two spot over Dynamight for that month. You didn’t hear the end of it from Katsuki. 

“He and Deku just work really efficiently, Bakubro.”

“I can efficiently slam both their skulls into a–”

“You know what would solve that problem?” Denki butts in unceremoniously, covering up his harsh words for a third time. Katsuki grunts in response and the lightning-decorated hero gives him enthusiastic finger-guns. “Combining and making a family agency.”

“What are the chances that Sero would want to join too?”

“Probably pretty high,” Kirishima guesses. “He’s at my place every other week, anyway, so he’s basically my brother.”

“Alright, maybe this could actually work, then. I just need to find a smoking hot hero wife.”

“That’ll probably be the hardest part, buddy–”

“What about Bakugo?” You stiffen and the three guys turn their attention to a voice calling out from the audience. Speaking during the interviews was strictly prohibited until the question and answer section, but getting Katsuki’s attention was a surefire way to derail the entire episode.

“The fuck do you mean, what about Bakugo? Who the fuck said that?”

"Dude, just ignore them."

“Can’t be a family agency if Bakugo never gets into relationships,” the same nasally, irritating voice argues and your face feels like it’s been set on fire. Kirishima’s attention jumps to you for a moment and then back to his friend, whose palms are starting to spark like fireworks. “Do you just get no bitches, or something?” The audience gasps and security finally arrives to escort the disturbance out of the building. The director is ready to stop the cameras and jump to a commercial break, but Katsuki speaks before he can order the sound crew to cut the mics. To everyone’s surprise, his voice is nothing but amusement, like the insinuation didn’t bother him in the slightest. 

“You think I don’t get into relationships?”

“Bakugo…”

“It’s alright, Pikachu. I really don’t give a shit about whatever that guy said,” Katsuki reassures his friend with a sly glint in his eye. His friends watch him warily, like a grenade on the verge of exploding. Once again, burning red eyes meet yours with a single question that you answer with a resolute nod. “I’m not gonna blow up, so stop looking like that. Really, I don’t care.”

“Why not?” A tense beat of silence passes, then–

“I thought you people knew that I’m married.” A shit-eating grin spreads across your husband’s face as gasps of shock burst from the audience. Kirishima and Denki both shake their heads in exasperation. They knew already, of course, but they didn’t expect him to reveal his relationship status as a result of a heckler. “Yep, going on a year and a half, now. Around five years together total coming this winter.” More collective cries of jealousy, surprise, and betrayal shake the building’s foundation. "If you don't believe me, ask these guys."

"Yeah, we were at the wedding, too. It's hard to keep it a secret when all of your friends are also high-profile heroes."

“Can you guys believe that he fell in love during the winter?” Denki’s thumb juts out toward his friend, who frowns at the mere mention of cold weather.

“I fucking hate the winter,” he grumbles. 

“We know, man,” Kirishima says sympathetically, unsuccessfully hiding a chuckle. “You’ve been saying that since high school.”

“Yeah, and shit hasn’t changed,” Katsuki bites back with lighthearted indignance. “Look, they saved my ass when it was cold; how was I not supposed to fall in love with them?” To your delight, his complexion has turned a slightly darker shade of pink. “Yeah, I love them. What about it, asshats?”

“Is this a bad time to bring up the family agency again?”

“Let’s go to commercial before I blow this fucking chair to pieces.”

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[nymphomatique]

doing the TikTok couple outfit trend with nerd!miguel

this just sent me to my early grave btw

cw: none! fluff with barely one instance of suggestive language. also maybe angst if you squint. gn!reader with a fem outfit!

wc: ~ 600

❤︎ a/n: this was so cute im :(((. if you haven’t see the trend nonnie was referencing, here is an example! proofread today yippee!! happy reading <3

*all pictures are just for scene setting! reader has no specific race, genitals, body type, or pronouns mentioned!*

put the timer on before you press play,” you laugh, watching miguel fiddle with your phone. as tech savvy as he is, you find it endearing that he can’t operate tiktok properly.

the two of you were on a park date, picnic basket in hand as the sun shines overcast, warming your skin, matching the warmth you’ve been feeling all day. after a rough week, miguel had offered to cheer you up, by way of picnic, and you agreed, albeit with reluctance.

it had been your idea to match, of course. the small unspoken ways you feel comfortable giving affection towards him without outwardly saying the three words that stir and uneasy feeling in you.

naturally for a picnic, you opted for gingham, red of course, sporting by way of a long sleeved off the shoulder crop top with lace trim, and a denim mini skirt to match. the shoes were less understated with the farmers look you had going on, your steve madden platform sandals bringing your more than necessary edge to your outfit. miguel, still hunched down finicking with your phone, matched with you, wearing a red gingham shirt, unbuttoned with a white tee underneath. his light-wash blue jeans sat well on his hips, held up by a black leather belt, the same color as the loafers on his feet.

you had seen an influx of videos of couples on vacations and regular outings matching outfits and chronicling it in form of tiktoks, and some part of you felt like it would make you feel all the more conflicted in your feelings, but the other part of you wanted to hold hands with miguel and show off your matching outfits to the world, and the former part of you won.

bringing you back to now, where miguel finally has managed to set up the timer for your tiktok, but not without muttering, “the user interface is stupid. anyone could have trouble with it.” you can only laugh, admiring his clean shaven face, pouted lips, strong nose and soft eyes as he looks at you and asks if he can press play yet. you fix his hair, looping the little piece in the front around your finger to fix the curl and look at him in the eyes, his face red.

“yes.”

-

“miguel, you cross your legs, and then clap. not the other way around. this is the second time!”

“that’s not what they did in the video i saw..”

“that’s because it’s not the one i sent you. i suggested this, so we’re doing it my way, not yours.”

after three takes of miguel either crossing his legs the wrong way or completely missing his cue, you were sure this take would be it.

so when he presses play and the timer goes off, you watch the minuscule versions him and you in your phones screen, and by some high power, you’re both in sync. and can help but laugh and exclaim your joy, pull him in for a kiss at his success. a kiss in which miguel gladly returns, lipstick marks be damned.

you look away shyly when you pull away. “knew you could do it,” you say, gaze lowered to the gold chain hanging from miguel’s thick neck.

“only cause i listened to you, my love,” he returns, bringing your gaze to his by pushing your head up with his index finger at your chin.

you give him a light pec before slapping his chest softly. “should have been listening to me the whole damn time. i’ve been too nice to you lately.”

“teach me a lesson later,” he says, the look of mischief in his eyes not unnoticed by you. “first, we eat. c’mom.”

with his hand in yours, you stroll through the park. together, and happy.

[naurimastaur]

Gingerism

Summary: In which George and Fred devise a plan to trick y/n into admitting their feelings for George

Pairing: George weasley x nonbinary!reader

Tw: my attempt at writing xx

Please don’t take this seriously this one is just for fun!

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“Georgie?” Fred called out smacking the back of George’s head in the process. “Are you going to sit there like a stupid git for the rest of your life staring at them, or are you actually going to do something about it?” George sort of fancied his best friend y/n. They were awkward. He was awkward. It was a mess.

“I dunno, I just, what If I ruin everything?” He replied defeated, an almost foreign response coming from the twins, who in their approach to everything, were annoyingly cocky.

“I don’t doubt that,” Fred replied unhelpful. It was in his nature to be a dickhead at all times.“But this is y/n we’re talking about! We’ll just ban them from the burrow or something if they say no.” There was a reason no one went to the twins for advice.

George looked to his brother, deadpan. Fred looked back, grinning.

“ Or,” he suddenly lit up, an idea brewing in his head. “what if we get our hands on some of that amortentia thing? Say we need their help and before you know it theyre all blah blah blah dreamy George smell and we’ll know!!!!” It was almost certainly a failing plan, but it was better than anything George had in mind and sadly he shared his brother’s brain cells. Or lack thereof.

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“ OI y/n!” Fred called out. “ George and I are testing out a new product and we would be honoured if you and your royal nose gave it a try. It’s a real business investment!” His accent mocking that of a commercial salesman from the muggle tvs.

“Fred Weasley if you think I’d willingly stick my face anywhere near something you have made, you are a bigger idiot than you make yourself out to be,” they responded. Having been best friends with the twins for five years, they had long learnt their lesson on trust and why exactly not to place it in gingers. They gave one last unimpressed look and walked away.

Fred and George shared a look. Perhaps if they actually thought plans through they wouldn’t be in this position right now.

“ Well hey!” Fred said “ At least they spoke to you! That’s a step!”

“No you git, they spoke to you.”

“ Yes but you look like me so it’s all the same,” Fred replied, once again trying to lighten the mood. “ What if we get Hermione to try it? They won’t suspect anything if it comes from her.” Thus another plan equally as devastating was formed.

It only took a couple of hours of threats and promises no one intended to keep to get Hermione on board. She agreed based on the terms that the twins would leave her alone to revise after. Short time pain for long term gain some would say.

“Hey y,n!” Hermione smiled ever as friendly, walking over to where y/n was in the great hall. “Im sorry to bother you but we’ve been assigned this potion and I can’t seem to figure out the ingredients. I was thinking since you’re a fifth year you might know them?” Hermione was as good at lying as the twins were at making plans.

“ The twins didn’t set you up for this did they?” Y/n replied unconvinced.

“ No! Merlin no! I’m really stressed over this y/n and I really thought you could help me but if you can’t take me seriously I’ll ask elsewhere.” Maybe Hermione wasnt that bad after all.

“Oh no I’m sorry! Of course I’ll help. Alright I smell rain and-,” they paused after seeing a tuft of ginger hair appearing from under one of the tables from the corner of their eye, a pair of brown eyes following, most certainly that of Fred weasley. Hermione, the brightest witch of her age, seemed to have fallen victim to a Weasley scheme. Depressing. Y/n decided they weren’t going to let themself miss out on the fun.

“And?” Hermione near shouted, clearly trying to direct the attention back to herself but forgetting human social skills in the process.

“And-Oh! This last smell is kind of like husky?” They said uncertain. “I totally get why you couldn’t figure it out. I’m so sure I’ve smelt it before though.” Hermione quickly responded with a ‘mhm’, unsure where this was going and uninterested all the same.

“Oh I know! This smells like Snape’s hair! I can almost taste the grease,” they replied with the most genuine smile they could manage. They had nothing against Hermione, but this awkward, subtle form of revenge was far more entertaining than they had anticipated.

Hermione paused, clearly filled with regret and remorse for what she had inserted herself into. “You-.” She exhaled before starting again. ”You know what professor Snape’s hair smells like?” She replied cringing but slightly curious. Maybe she could buy the professor shampoo or something to get on his good side, after all Gryffindor needs all the house points they can get.

“Oh yeah I’ve taken a couple of sniffs before when he wasn’t looking,” y/n grinned. ”Do you think he noticed?” Now Hermione was just disturbed. She stared blankly at y/n before taking the potion from their grasp and walking away. This is what she gets for choosing to socialise instead of revising.

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Waiting in the common room was George, an accomplished grin set on his face when Hermione walked in, which slowly faded when he saw her face. Not that that wasn’t his usual reaction when he saw the know-it-all.

“So?” He questioned fishing for a response. “How’d it go?”

Hermione stared blankly back at him.

“Unless you’re professor snape it seems they dont have any interest.”

George was really beginning to regret his existence.

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A/n: this was way longer than I had anticipated and was also marinating in the drafts much like the nits in Snape’s hair <3

While you’re here check out a prank to die for

@thescrunkler

[running-with-kn1ves]

PUNISHMENT: A Reward

A/N: Decided to name our ‘PUNISHMENT’ fic boy Malachi, lemme know if this is a win or a fat L my scrumptious pogchamps. ALSO happy valentines day! (Posting this early let me be)

CW: Toxic relationship, possessive/obsessive behavior, suggestive themes, mentioning future seggsual acts/fantasies

Synopsis: Out on a group date for Valentine's Day with your possessive, jealousy-ridden boyfriend is never a good idea, especially when he finds the special surprise you’re wearing for him.

“Hrmm… seems like they have a lot of Valentine's themed stuff on the menu.” 

“Well it IS the season! No other reason for it being so packed in here...” One of your friends across the table perked up, slightly annoyed at the stuffy atmosphere.

She was right, every table was filled, every booth full of chattering couples or first blind dates, even double or thruple dates just like the one you were on. 

You were lucky your friend's boyfriend had managed to snag this place a week in advance, else you might be thigh to thigh with everyone else in a tinier booth. Ha, as if YOUR boyfriend would allow that; you'd probably be on the edge of the shared booth seat, nearly falling off just to save you from being ‘too close’ to anyone else, even your own friends. 

“Annoying… I don't get why going out on Valentine's Day is so important, what happened to dates in the privacy of your own home.” Said the devil you were thinking of, that comment nudging to how he was far more in favor of spending a “romantic” evening home alone with you instead of being here with your two friends and their spouses. 

“Awe, is puppy dog Malachi upset he has to share? We planned this weeks in advance, so suck it up, we have a right to see OUR friend tonight.” That same friend hissed. 

Your other friend nodded. He would’ve added on, if it weren’t for the death stare your boyfriend was currently drilling into everyone else across the table. You hadn’t been out in a group setting like this in… who knows how long.

“Oh, really? Don’t fucking--”

“C’mon you guys,” You grabbed onto Malachi’s thigh, a tight squeeze making him stop in his angry tracks to look down.”I’m here right now, shouldn’t we be catching up, not fighting? I missed you, missed this.” 

Your sincerity seemed to ease them up, a flash of contrition on your female friend’s face. She hated your boyfriend, clearly, wearing a scowl when she turned back to Mr. moody himself. He rested his face on his palm, looking at the other couples every now and again, always keeping a short glance at you out of the corner of his eye to make sure you weren’t having too much fun. 

One of the spouses --you had forgotten the name of by now after the evening’s short introductions-- had begun talking, complaining about coworkers or customers, one or the other. 

Wow, has it been so long that your friends have completely different lives now, new people that they spend their time with that you weren’t even told about? Well, its not like you’ve exactly been open to receiving that kind of news, or able to be, with so little time to make phonecalls lately, your phone always seeming to disappear, phone numbers no longer existing in your contacts… it was truly a miracle you managed to have this outing, and Malachi thought so too. 

“I swear if she prods at me again,” Your jealous guard dog of a boyfriend started, hand clenching the red, heart-embroidered table cloth.

“Take it easy, okay? I know you don’t want to be here but-- just do it a little longer, for me. Thats what we agreed, right?”

You took his hand in yours, bringing up his clenched fist to your lips. You thanked the skies that physical affection always seemed to drown out his fiery temper. You wondered how much longer that’d last. 

“Fine. But I can’t stand looking at them anymore, come ‘ere.” Malachi patted his thigh, hands moving to your hips to help bring you to your new seat. 

“Seriously? We’re in a.. A nice restaurant, with my friends--”

He gave you a knowing look, one that said ‘if you don’t listen, i’ll drag your ass back to the car without the pleasure of friendly goodbyes.’ 

You didn’t know if you could handle the embarrassing shit he put you through anymore. It tested the strength of your will and the integrity of your soul at this point. 

You did as he demanded, slowly making your way to sit on the edge of his lap. Most of those around you didn’t seem to notice, an occasional glance looking to see what you were doing, but ultimately going back to the lively story of one of the nameless significant others. You tried to hover above him, afraid to fully commit to sitting down on top of him, but a small ‘what are you doing’ and forced downward push of your hips made your butt make soft contact with his lap. 

“That’s right… that’s better.” He cleared his throat, putting one arm around your waist and the other on your knee. You directly blocked his view, your boyfriend not moving to see the rest of the group, instead leaning against you like a perfectly shaped body pillow. 

“Can’t you atleast act normal? Don’t you have any shame around other people,” You whispered, knowing that one of your friends was reading the uncomfortable expression on your face and was in turn, giving a similar expression of discomfort. 

“Hey, you know how bad I can be, this isn’t even the worst of it. You want me to really embarrass you?” 

A waiter  broke the quiet spat you were having with him, asking if you’d like another drink. He didn’t acknowledge the man behind you, either out of not seeing him or to purposefully avoid the dark eyes digging into his soul behind your shoulder. 

You croaked out a polite “yes please,” looking for your friend’s fellow responses. They all answered in kind, the waiter scurrying away to another busy set of tables. 

Malachi scoffed, coiling around you tighter. 

“D’you see that? I knew we shouldn’t have come out here, in front of prying eyes… bet he’s hit on every other pretty thing he’s seen walk in here, so don’t get any ideas.” 

 You almost turned around to gawk at your boyfriend, such an insensitive and insecure string of words wounding you. 

“I would never..” 

You almost let him ruin the rest of your evening, the dreadful pit of wanting to go home entering your tired mind. But you promised yourself you’d try to make an effort in repairing your friendships, attempting to memorialize your friend’s smiles and laughs, trying to come up with the names of their spouses you had just heard a half hour ago. If you wouldn’t see them again for a while, atleast you could have this. 

And with the two-second memory your boyfriend often displayed,(except for when it came to your “betrayals”) he was enamored with something new. 

“Oh, what do we have here…” Malachi tip-toed down the elastic waistband of your pants, looking at the lacey red lingerie underneath. It wasn’t hard to spot, not when it was a drastic change from your usual tame undergarments. Well, tame for him, he had seen them all at this point. 

You wouldn’t have noticed his prodding peculiarity if it weren’t for that worrying heightened pitch in his voice, one that always started trouble. Fingers nipping your tummy and around your wrist weren’t unusual, you had become accustomed to it from how he pawed at you at home, never seeming satisfied, but this, wasn’t the usual lack of personal space.

“Hey! You weren’t supposed to see that.” You slapped his hand away, having which already gotten a full touch of the goods you were hiding. 

“What is that supposed to mean--” Malachi started, and you knew he was about to expect the worst. You shut him up as fast as you could. 

“It’s supposed to be for tonight, idiot!” You whispered with a harsh tone, starting to get fed up with his childish reactions, which always seemed to jump to conclusions. “...Did you forget that it’s Valentine’s day or what?”

You barely let the words escape from between your teeth, not wanting to admit the silent internet escapade you went on to find something that wouldn’t tear your ass in half or be so tight you’d be left with more marks from it than him. But even so, after the sneaking around in trying to catch the package before he could and clearing out your emails as soon as possible, he still managed to see it before you had planned. 

Now, you wondered if it was worth it, with the lace itching your chest and the other giving you a wedgie. 

“awe.. no way, for me? All for me?” Malachi was promptly sweet on you, much different than the heel-biting mood he was in a short few minutes ago. 

You leaned back to get close to his ear, shifting your eyes anxiously. You really didn’t want your friends to know about the violently ravenous side of your boyfriend that wouldn’t stop him from making a scene about it here and now, which you anxiously tried to prepare for in case of the worst. “It’s for when we get back home…so lets just enjoy our time here, just sit still with me for a little longer.” You tried your usual ‘gentle parenting’ method, holding the heavy knuckles around your waist, to soothe him into letting you spend just a little bit longer with your friends.

Malachi kicked his feet, exasperating at this newfound interest and the ways he could torture you with it, could make you beg him for its secrecy. Oh how he could envision having you at his mercy, so cute and sexy but ultimately deserving punishment for going behind his back about something so temptatious, something another man could see and take if he weren’t there.  

“But now, baby I don’t know if I can wait.” He grinned, raking his teeth over his bottom lip so much it looked like it hurt. You felt him shift underneath you, leaning up to grind against your backside. “Man, you really should’ve hid it better, ‘cause now its all I can think about..”

You rolled your eyes, feeling his heavy exhale against your cheek. Your friends were too immersed in their own conversations with their loved ones to notice anything else, legs strewn over one another and fingers interlocked as they felt the cheap haze of their Sweetheart Cocktail’s and Rosé’s of Love. You would’ve much preferred to be tipsy along with them by now, but the truth is you were too nervous with the possessive man beside you to truly let loose anywhere other than alone. On top of that, the scolding you’d get from him for being so relaxed was not worth the extra headache. 

And yet, the wanton expression he held for you, the hands that fiddled to get deep and play with his surprise, made you feel so wanted. More wanted than your friends had  made you feel this evening. They just looked at you with concerned frowns and confused cocks of their heads as they questioned to why you were still with this crazed maniac. 

“What I would do to bend you over in front of these idiots, make you do more than say my name while wearing these adorable lacey little--” 

“Don’t tell me you’re already thinking of heading out.” Your female friend piped up, looking at the credit card Malachi put on top of the split receipt that has been sitting lonesome for a good while. 

He almost broke, annoyed at the sudden interruption. 

“Afraid so,” Your anticipating boyfriend gleamed, not even her sour attitude dampening the rising excitement in his perverted mind and tightening pants. “We have some other plans to attend to.”

“What could be more important than friends?” She asked, looking at you to advocate against your controlling spouse. 

You felt a greedy palm reach up your shirt, falling back down to paw for the thin garment below your waistline. 

“If we don’t go now.. I don’t know how much longer I can wait. Can’t promise that I won’t  rip these fucking shorts off you here to see what all is underneath.” He whispered against you through gritted teeth, barely able to stop from kissing you raw. 

“We’ll stay… just until the waiter comes back for his tip.” You choked out, not letting on about the roll of Malachi’s hips that pressed you up against the table. 

[harlowcomehome]

Lies and football games:

Based off @velvetstreets anon.

Jack covered your eyes with his large hands, as he guided you to his jeep.

“Do you trust me?”

“Eyelashes babe! Be careful!” You tried prying his hands off of you, but there was no budge.

“That's why I’m not using a blindfold” he laughed. “Promise to keep your eyes closed until we get there?”

“Mmm, how long is the drive?”

“Baby!” He groaned with a hint of laughter in his voice. “Twenty minutes!”

“I’m going to fall asleep!” You continued to complain the entire way there, Jack didn’t mind it, he found it funny and cute.

“We are here, but don’t open your eyes yet” he leaned over to kiss your cheek, startling you slightly as he got out of the car to meet you on your side.

“Don’t you dare let me fall Jackman!” You said half joking but nervous.

“Never” he smiled as he held you tight, guiding you to the hot air balloon.

You felt the warmth of the fire and started to get nervous wondering what he was up to.

“Can I open my eyes now?”

“Oh yeah! Sorry!” He laughed to himself realizing he had never told you to open them.

You backed up a little, looking up at the balloon itself. “We get to go inside the basket?”

“Yup!” He smiled as the instructor helped the two of you inside, Jack let you go first so he could help hoist you up if you needed it.

As the sound of the fire filling the balloon was behind you, you couldn’t help but smile ear to ear.

“You always go all out” You leaned into him as the two of you took in the scenery around you. He was pressed against your back, holding you as the breeze made you shiver.

“You’re not afraid of heights, are you? This would probably be the worst time to ask” Jack laughed and you felt his chest and stomach bounce against your back.

“I’ve never been in a situation to find out. I guess I just won’t look down” you giggled.

As the ride was coming to a close, Jack whispered in your ear “Happy six-month anniversary baby.”

You turned to him, wide-eyed as the look of shock overcame you.

“You remembered?”

“I was waiting for you to say something all day! I knew you had it written in your planner” he teased, poking your side and making you laugh.

“You’re very sneaky Harlow” You leaned in to kiss him, thanking the hot air balloon pilot before walking back to the jeep.

*****

Today marked your seven-month anniversary with Jack, you knew that wasn’t really a thing and the reason why he went all out for six months was because it was half of a year but you couldn’t help yourself.

Jack's schedule was a lot harder to work around than your own so the element of surprise was harder and near impossible to do.

“Hey, baby?” You approached him as he sat at one of the many workstations he set up in your apartment.

“Mhm?” He was barely listening trying to figure out something in his head.

“So on Saturday don’t make any plans okay?”

“I won’t” he mumbled, scribbling something down and giving you a small smile. The vein in his neck was protruding so you knew he was overwhelmed with work. You gave him a quick kiss to calm him down.

“You staying here this weekend?”

“Of course” he smiled as you shut the door.

Friday night, you overheard Jack and Urban discussing a football game, you had only assumed they were talking about Monday night football. You weren’t into football much but you were trying to keep up with the days it was on TV.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow babe” You kissed Jack's nose while the two of you were getting into bed.

“Yeah, same!” Jack had no idea what you were referring to and was hoping he’d get some sort of clarity soon.

“I told her to be here at like four, that way we can start the private class in the evening and then have dinner after!”

Jack realized now that he had agreed to something blindly the other night, regretting his decision knowing he wanted nothing more than to go to the game.

“What kind of class is it again? I forgot babe.”

“Art silly! We’re making clay sculptures!” You giggled, as you shut the lights off.

He was internally screaming, he had forgot about this plan and wasn’t sure how to break the news.

It was five in the morning when you were awoken by the sound of Jack coughing in the bathroom.

He had a nightmare and used it as an opportunity to wake up and set the scene.

You woke up, shuffling to the bathroom as you lightly knocked on the door.

“Baby? You okay?”

Jack sniffled “Yeah baby, I woke up feeling super congested.” He tried to disguise his voice as he spoke to you through the door.

“Do you need to sleep it off?”

“I don’t want to get you sick sweetheart. I should probably go stay at my place.”

“It’s that bad? Baby! Stay here! Let me take care of you today.” You hated knowing he didn’t feel well and hoped he’d let you take care of him.

“Maybe I should just sleep some more” he came out of the bathroom, his curls a mess as his pajama pants hung loosely off his hips.

You checked his forehead with your hand. “You’re not warm. Maybe it’s just the weather.” You guided him back to bed, being the big spoon for once.

When you woke up for the day you realized the bed was empty. You called out his name, but the house was silent in return.

You checked your phone and saw a message from Jack.

Baby 💙: I’m going to go home. I’m starting to feel worse and don’t want you to catch my cold.

You text him back letting him know you were awake and going to get some things done around the house.

Meanwhile, Jack was at Urbans house talking to the guys.

“You should’ve just been honest about it” Urban laughed knowing damn well that this wasn’t going to play out how Jack hoped.

“Just block her from watching your stories and I’ll keep it low key!”

“You are aware you’re a celebrity right? You’re going to be all over the TV.” Copelan laughed.

“Just make sure she can’t see your stories! She doesn’t even watch football!” Jack rolled his eyes.

As the night went on, you decided to go to the grocery store. You wanted to make Jack soup, the last few times he had been sick he raved about it and you wanted to surprise him.

It wasn’t until you were at the store that you realized there were fans decked out in football jerseys and face paint.

You walked the aisles, curious about the football game tonight. You quickly googled and realized that Louisville was playing Notre Dame tonight.

Your gut now told you Jack was lying about being sick so he could go but you tried to give him the benefit of the doubt knowing he did actually sound sick this morning.

You went home, starting the soup and calling Jack in the process.

“Hello?” Jack sniffled, followed by a weak cough.

“Baby, were you sleeping?”

“Yeah, babe. I’m sorry, is everything okay?”

“Yeah baby, I was just checking on you. Go back to sleep, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The phone call ended and you felt guilty for thinking he’d lie, continuing to make the soup before turning on the TV for background noise.

Jack on the other hand released the breath he was holding as his friends laughed and shook their heads at him.

While the soup boiled you sat on the couch, flipping through channels until you landed on the football game.

“I guess I’ll watch this” you giggled, knowing Jack would be so proud. You had been trying to get into football for him.

It wasn’t until the third quarter when the soup was done that you saw Jack in the background of a crowd. He was trying to blend in, but Copelans' tattoos made it kind of hard to miss them.

“Oh fuck no” you groaned, having the sudden urge to pack the soup up and go to Jack's place. You had a key, so it wouldn’t be like you were just showing up.

You snapped a photo of the TV screen for proof.

You then put the soup in a container, got dressed, and drove to his apartment. Hiding your car in his parking garage, you slammed the door shut and made your way to his place.

You set the soup down on the coffee table in front of you and turned the TV on, noticing that the game was ending and he’d be home within the next hour or so. You waited in his living room, thinking of everything you wanted to say to him.

When Jack got home, his friends came with him. The group laughed and cheered about the win.

You could hear them coming and turned off all the lights. When the door unlocked you were sat in the middle of the living room with the soup in your lap and a death stare that could intimidate anyone.

Jack turned on the lights and immediately saw you standing there. He knew you were upset by the look on your face.

“Fuck” Jack whispered and the group grew silent as the door shut behind them.

“Are you feeling much better baby?” You said in a condescending tone. “Are you still sick? I spent the evening making you this.” You hurled the container into his stomach, storming out of the apartment.

Jack handed his nearest friend the container, chasing you down the hall.

“Baby” he whispered trying not to disturb any of his neighbors. You couldn’t hear him over your anger.

“Baby! Please!” He whispered, almost in a yell.

You turned around, stopping in the middle of the hallway.

“You have me fucked up! You knew that I had something planned for us! Why wouldn’t you just tell me the truth?”

“Baby, I can explain. Just come back to the apartment” he looked around, worried a neighbor was watching.

“No, have fun with your buddies. I’m going home.” You stomped down the hallway, livid and unable to find the words.

“I’m sorry!”

You couldn’t hear him over your thoughts and frustration.

Jack watched as you walked away knowing he had a lot of making up to do, and not exactly sure where to start.

[neverchecking]

That Wild facesitting one was so good omfgjskdkk

It gave me the idea of what if reader thinks the Chain (don’t forget Sage) are just doing so great and wants to give them a reward/gift but doesn’t know what so reader asks what they want.

The Chain ofc are so excited cause THEIR GODDESS WANTS TO GIVE THEM SOMETHING??

As they all think of smt, a couple of them are saying something along the lines of “nothing as long as you’re here we’re happy :)” which ofc reader thinks is so sweet and gives them a hug (cue smug smirks at the other Links bc reader hugged them HA)

As they all mull over their options bc obviously they don’t want to mess up this opportunity, ONE OF THE CHAIN STRAIGHT UP JUST SAYS “Sit on my face” WHETHER INTENTIONALLY OR NOT, EVERYONE IS IN SHOCK AND BEFORE ANYONE CAN SAY ANYTHING— reader agrees red faced bc she loves her boys oh so much ;)

Cue everyone saying they want the same thing bc they would honestly happily die at the opportunity

So sorry if this is a bit much it just came to me

~💚

No-no, don't be sorry, I love requests like these bc the idea of Sage vs. the Chain brings me so much serotonin! Like Mhmmmmm-

Fun fact: someone flagged that post  😭Which you guys can find -> Here!

Sage is TotK Link if you didn't know!

Anyway, smut so MDNI! 18+!

Smut CW: AFAB! reader, face sitting with multiple partners, praise

・❥・So, we all know that Reader has the entire chain wrapped around their finger. No ifs, ands or buts about it.

・❥・Especially after Sage joins them.

・❥・While there is silent fighting between him and the others, they make an effort to show you a united front because you are who they are all fighting for.

・❥・As far as your concerned, they're all buddies. (that was so far from the truth it was laughable, but it kept you happy, so it was the assumption that would remain.)

・❥・That being said, when they're all together in Wind's Era (The boy was at home with his sister and Grandmother, leaving the adults to fend for themselves) and you're in ear shot, they do their best to be on their best behavior. Even if Wild and Sage are shooting the most passive aggressive insults at the other, since, as we've accomplished, Sage is adamant on knowing exactly where your food comes from.

・❥・He refuses to let that failure cook for you. Not when he can do so. He has a bigger repertoire of recipes and more skills to his name than the other does. That...man can barely get through a fucking swim without blacking out because of a memory let alone stay there long enough to ensure your food is as quality as it should be.

・❥・(AN: For legal reasons, I would never think of Wild like this, I absolutely love him with my whole heart. BUT Sage does think like this because he's an asshole.)

・❥・So, while the two are cooking, the others do their own things around the makeshift camp. Weapon maintenance, gathering firewood, admiring your perfect figure as you do nothing but read under a tree.

・❥・ Sage, of course, finishes your food first, settling beside you close enough your hips are touching his. You thank him, eagerly eating whatever was given you (They had to be sneaky about the fighting between himself and Wild, as you had no idea about the tension between them).

・❥・About mid-way through your meal, you set down your bowl, brows furrowed as a troubled expression muddled your features.

・❥・Which just would not stand. Was the meal not to your liking? Was there something wrong? Would they have to dispose of that blasted bastard who dared to try and impose on their territory that good for nothing pest-

・❥・"I feel like I owe you guys some sort of thanks for all of this."

・❥・Oh.

・❥・So he would get to live another day. Pity.

・❥・"You don't owe us a thing, Angel. We are happy to do it." Wars beamed, sitting on your other side regardless of Sage's snarl pointed at him. "No reward needed." The captain smirked, leaning into your space.

・❥・You didn't seem pleased by the answer, brows pinching further together. "...It doesn't seem right."

・❥・"Songbird, your presence is thanks enough." Sky piped up, eyes so wide and earnest, Sage feared he'd cry over you. Again.

・❥・"Airhead is right, Darlin'," The cowboy added, dropping a stack of logs near the fire. "It's a blessin' in and of itself being able to treat you like 'da Goddess you are."

・❥・Sage prided himself on know you though. He knew you well. And he knew you well enough to know that once an idea like this entered your pretty little head, it wouldn't leave. No, not without a fight in the very least. And that was a fight he didn't want to go through. Not with you.

・❥・He just had to pick something that would benefit you more than him, hiding it under the guise of thanking him.

・❥・"As much as it pains me to say this, they're right." Legend piped up, moving to crouch in front of you, easily redirecting your attention from where you were watching Warriors to look at him with his index hooked under your chin. "As long as your happy, we're happy, sunshine."

・❥・"But I don't wanna take advantage of you guys! That would make me no better than Hylia. I can't just ask these things from you without any form of thanks. That's not right." You cupped Legend's cheeks with your own hands, either not noticing or ignoring the way his cheeks lit up under your touch.

・❥・No, you had too much of a heart of gold to let this go. It was what made you so much better than that fraud that placed this destiny upon them in the first place.

・❥・Like a stroke of genius, it hit him. It was too perfect of an opportunity to pass up. While it would sound like it would benefit him, it really would all be for you. It would be perfect. A way to show his true devotion to you. His fidelity and dedication to you, his glorious deity.

・❥・"Sit on my face."

・❥・He wished he had the foresight to pull out his Purah pad to take a picture of your face, which lit up an absolute ruby red as your whipped around to face him. Sage merely shrugged like it was a reasonable request. In his mind, it was. What wasn't reasonable about it?

・❥・Shocked silence fell around the group, some angrily sputtering at the audacity while others had to question if that was a real option.

・❥・"You mooncalf! Have some class, would you?! Especially in the presence of-"

・❥・"Is that what you want?" Wars tirade was cut off by your meek voice as you pulled your hands away from Legend's face. The vet himself looked seconds away from crashing as he caught onto what you were hinting at.

・❥・Sage smirked, something sharp and devious as he cracked his knuckles in front of him. "Absolutely. I think it would be a pretty damn good way to thank me."

・❥・"You don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, Y/n." Hyrule quickly pipes up, stepping closer as he shot a glare too sharp for his soft features at the newcomer. How dare that filth sully you in such a way and how dare he think of it before he could-

・❥・You were silent for a moment, shuffling for a second before letting out a breath. "If that's what you want." You finally decided, and the group was descended into chaos once more.

・❥・Cries of 'that's an option?!' and 'Hey, wait! I want that too!' erupted as the others scrambled to separate you from that degenerate, but he had latched on. His smirk was wide and knowing as he pulled you from Wars and Legend, closer to himself.

・❥・"It's exactly what I want. Now, are you crawling up or am I gonna have to pull you up here, sun flower?" Sage nipped at your neck as your went from ruby to crimson.

・❥・"Right now?!" You squeaked, eyeing the other males around you.

・❥・"You asked, I answered." Sage didn't care. This was a way of staking a claim. Of showing them all that no matter what, he would win. That he would make you feel so much better than anything they could do.

・❥・Silence fell for a second.

・❥・"Dibs on going second!" Was Wild's sudden call before there was arguing once more.

・❥・"Ya can't call dibs!" Twilight barked. "This isn't some sorta playground game where you can call for turns-"

・❥・"Third." Time spoke solemnly, nodding his head slowly. Sage honestly forgot he was there.

・❥・Twilight looked scandalized at the single word before Four was calling his namesake for the turns. Realizing that he either called or went last (Which wasn't too bad of an option in his books), he quickly rectified his horror and instead went to shove Warrior's by the face to call for fifth.

・❥・ In the time it took for him to recover, Sky and Hyrule had already called sixth and seventh respectively. And, with a shake of his head, Legend smirked. "I'll go ninth then. Pretty boy can go in front of me. Besides, you know what they say about saving the best for last."

・❥・"That it'll be worth nothing since it could never top the first." Sage cheekily called back, pulling off his top throwing it to the side so his torso was bare for the world to see.

・❥・"Why are you stripping?!" Sweet, naive you squeaked, trying to advert your eyes. If only they weren't glancing back at the toned abs and chiseled pecs. Oh great golden Goddesses.

・❥・With a chuckle, Sage pulled you closer with firm hands locked around your calves, pulling them apart to slot himself between your legs. Your hips were pulled up onto his lap before he was leaning down, wrapping an arm around you with his hand resting in the arch of your back. He quickly fell back to you were sitting on his chest, your legs straddling his upper chest as he looked up at you with nothing but pure, devious intentions. "For one simple reason, my light." He chuckled pulling you further up his chest as he licked his lips.

・❥・"I don't plan on letting you go until the only name you can remember is mine."

[nattikay]

Jake is a Good Dad and I will Die On That Hill

Howdy Avatar fandom. Over the past six months or so I’ve seen a lot of criticism directed toward Jake Sully as a father, ranging from him simply being a little too strict at best, to outright neglectful and even abusive at worst. This, my friends, is some grade-A nonsense, and today we’re gonna talk about why. Strap in, lads, this is gonna be a long one. Let’s roll.

So before we get into breaking down the events of the main storyline, let’s address the idea that Jake was always the super-strict “military dad” throughout the kids’ lives: put simply, bullcrap.

Out of the film’s over-three-hour runtime, we get to see very little of the Sullies’ lives before the RDA’s return—only about six minutes’ worth. If Jake was meant to be this strict militaristic dictator during this time period, especially in a way that would significantly impact the kids’ character development and their relationships with him, this would be the time to show it, or at least hint at it. But instead of any of that, we really get quite the opposite. Jake laughs and plays with the kids:

Jokes around and cuddles:

Teaches Neteyam to fish:

He even says in his narration:

“Happiness is simple…whoever thought that a jarhead like me could’ve cracked the code?”

Guys, this is quite literally the best time of his life. This man absolutely adores his family with every fiber of his being, they are his whole world. Like, look at him! He has stars in his eyes!!

We have zero reason to suspect that Jake was overly harsh or strict in a way that would impede his relationship with his kids during this time. The Sullies appear to be a normal, healthy, close-knit family. 

It’s only when the RDA returns and reignites war that things change. 

I’ve seen some people claim that Jake’s personality changed it the second movie. I disagree—it was not his personality that changed, but rather his priorities. 

A1 Jake was a disabled marine vet who was offered his brother’s contract after said brother was unexpectedly murdered by some thug on the street…and part of the reason he agreed to take that contract was that there really wasn’t much else left for him back on Earth, so why not go? A1 Jake had just about nothing left to lose, and therefore could afford to be more reckless.

A2 Jake, however, is another story altogether. A2 Jake can’t just run around poking and prodding and taking risks like A1 Jake did because now he has a wife and four children who rely on him and who he loves more than anything else in the world. It’s not just himself he has to look out for anymore, it’s them. He now has everything to lose. He says as much himself:

Not to mention that he’s older now. Did you really expect the 37-year-old father of four who’s been leading the clan for 15 years and is suddenly thrust back into a brutal war to behave exactly the same as the 22-year-old fish-out-of-water ex-marine sent to fill in for his scientist brother out of the sheer convenience of sharing a genome? A2 Jake’s behavior is not a sudden 180 from his personality in A1, it’s a natural progression and reaction for his character given the changed circumstances. 

“A father protects. It’s what gives him meaning.”

This is essentially Jake’s thesis for the movie. This is his #1 priority, his purpose, the lens through which all his actions must be viewed in order to understand them, and it’s important to establish it upfront because it sets up everything else.

With that in mind, let’s take a look at the train raid sequence as its aftermath. Jake begrudgingly allows his now-teenage sons to participate in the war party—from a distance, as spotters. Neteyam seems content to fill this role, but Lo’ak, against orders, eagerly insists that they “have to get in there”, even goading his brother: 

Tailed by an exasperated Neteyam, Lo’ak grabs a weapon from Tarsem and lets out a half-hearted warcry:

...let’s be honest here, Lo’ak doesn’t really seem to be taking this raid anywhere near as seriously as he should be; he’s treating it more like a game—on which point, y’know what, let’s pause to talk about Lo’ak for a moment.

Because the primary purpose of this post is defending Jake, it may at times appear that I am being overly critical towards Lo’ak. This is not my intention—I love Lo’ak as much as I love the rest of the Sully family (which is a lot lol). I think the things he struggles with are reasonable and valid struggles to have considering his circumstances. However, that does not always mean that he is in the “right”. Jake and Lo’ak’s conflict through the movie is not as simple as “son right dad wrong” or vice-versa; rather, it stems from a generational/age gap in experience and priorities. 

In this case, for example, Lo’ak is treating the raid more like a cool action game than a real battle with real stakes. Which may not be much of a surprise—he’s 14! He’s young, he’s naive, he’s never experienced anything close to real war until the past year or so—he probably genuinely does not fully grasp the stakes of this situation just yet. And why should we expect him to, really? He’s never had to before.

Jake, on the other hand, knows the stakes all too well. This ain’t his first rodeo. He was a solider both on Earth (where he was injured severely enough to become paralyzed from the waist down) and then again on Pandora driving out the RDA in a battle that killed several of his friends and allies, including almost completely wiping out the entire Olangi clan. 

Jake understands the risks of war and doesn’t want his kids anywhere near it. We see this not only in the film where he only allows Neteyam and Lo’ak to participate in the raid “from a distance” and ultimately fleeing his own clan altogether once his kids are directly threatened, but also in the comics in which he consistently turns down Neteyam’s pleadings to participate in the war efforts. Unfortunately for him, his sons do happen to be coming of age at around this time and there’s only so much he can do to keep them out of it, so he tries to let them participate in relatively safe ways, like as spotters.

Lo’ak…doesn’t understand this. Not really. And that leads to him recklessly taking unnecessary risks—be it out of curiosity, to get in on the action, or even simply to prove himself. Which understandably scares the crap out of Jake.

When the raid is over, Jake desperately searches the rubble for his sons. He finds Lo’ak quickly and makes sure he’s alright:

…before taking off to search for Neteyam, who he also promptly checks over for injuries. 

which is something I’d like to point out here: although Jake sometimes gets gruff with his sons, he never leads with that. He always always always makes sure they’re ok first. That’s important. We’ll come back to it throughout the post.

Anyways, it’s only after making sure that Neteyam is ok that Jake’s initial bout of fear subsides and morphs into frustration and anger: what were you thinking?! And it’s a fair question. If the boys had followed orders, they wouldn’t have been at such risk in the first place. Once the party returns to High Camp, Jake addresses this point with them, reminding them that by disobeying direct orders they put themselves in very serious danger, and reiterating to Lo’ak in particular that his recklessness nearly got his brother killed and grounding him.

In other words, Jake’s response to his sons going against his orders was…a lecture and a grounding. That’s…a pretty reasonable parental reaction, actually. Sure, you could nitpick and say his tone was too harsh, but given the situation, I struggle to blame him…

…which leads into the next relevant scene: while Mo’at and Kiri tend to Neteyam’s scratches, Neytiri gently chides Jake for being too hard on the boys, concluding with the infamous line: “This is not a squad. It is a family.”

Now, what I find interesting about this scene is that neither party is really in the wrong here. Jake is doing his best to fill his role as a father by watching out for his kids’ physical safety—even if it means being a little strict. Likewise, Neytiri is filling her role as a mother by looking out for her kids’ emotional well-being. As she should!

That said, I think people who use this line as proof of Jake’s supposed parental failure are forgetting the context. While Neytiri’s line is true in general, when the boys sign up to participate in a war party, they kinda do become a “squad”. In that moment, in that context, they are a squad, they have to behave like one lest someone gets hurt if not killed. 

I also think they forget Jake’s reaction to Neytiri’s line:

Look closely. There are tears in his eyes. This dude was terrified of the possibility that he may have just lost one of his sons in the raid, and all his strictness stems from that. And Neytiri seems to recognize this as well, as she can’t seem to decide how to respond. She probably worries about the same thing, after all, even if she handles it differently. 

On that note, let’s look at the next time Lo’ak disobeys instructions: going to the old shack with Spider, Kiri, and Tuk, where they first encounter the recom unit. 

Something interesting about the aftermath of the recom rescue is that no one gets lectured this time actually. Remember what I said about how, no matter how upset he is, Jake always checks to make sure the kids are ok first and foremost? Sure enough, that’s what he does here:

Not only for his daughters, mind you, but also both his sons (we’ll address the daughter-favoritism claims later):

With the recoms now targeting the Sully family specifically, Jake, feeling out of other options, makes the difficult decision to flee and find refuge among the Metkayina clan. 

whoops, there’s that “protection” theme again

When their request for sanctuary is somewhat reluctantly accepted, Jake calls a family meeting and tells the kids this:

Remember how earlier we established how “a father protects” is essentially Jake’s thesis for this movie? Well, this is an offshoot of that: Jake believes that hiding amongst the Metkayina is currently the best was to keep his family safe; therefore, throughout the Sullies’ time with the clan, Jake’s primary goal is to lay low and get along with the clan so as not to tread on their hospitality and get kicked out (even if and when that means setting aside one’s own pride). This, then, is the lens through which Jake’s actions must be analyzed while his family is staying with the Metkayina.

The first time this becomes relevant is after Neteyam and Lo’ak’s little scrap defending Kiri from Aonung and his posse. Jake is clearly not thrilled about Kiri being bullied, but again, his top priority is keeping his family safe and right now this entails maintaining a good standing with the chief, which in turns means that his sons getting into brawls with Tonowari’s son is a very bad look. Which is why, after a moment of internal conflict, he asks Lo’ak to apologize to Aonung (he even tries to explain when Lo’ak protests:)

On that note, while remaining on good terms with the clan has to take precedence at this moment, Jake is clearly quietly proud of his boys for kicking butt, as we see from his exchange with Neteyam (though yes, it is unfortunate that Lo’ak didn’t get to see this bit).

…which brings us to one of the bigger moments that people point to when accusing Jake of being a bad father: the “you bring shame to this family” line. Now, I can understand why this line doesn’t sit right with viewers initially, especially since we have just seen firsthand the truth about what Lo’ak experienced over the past few hours. However, when you consider what’s going on from Jake’s perspective, the line is not quite as unreasonable as it first seems.

Let’s back up a bit to when Lo’ak first returns to the village after meeting Payakan. At first Jake is just relieved that his son is ok (remember: he always checks first)

In fact, once it’s clear that Lo’ak is ok, it seems Jake just wanted to let it go and head home…the real conflict didn’t begin until after Lo’ak lied to take the blame for Aonung.

Up until this moment, Jake only knew Aonung’s side of the story, that he’d taken Lo’ak outside the reef and he got stranded there (it’s unclear whether Aonung specifies that he abandoned him out there on purpose, the little punk, but I digress). But when Tonowari (rightfully) declares Aonung’s responsibility for the incident, Lo’ak speaks up to take the fall, claiming that the whole ordeal was all his idea, which Aonung had tried to talk him out of.

Lo’ak does not have a reputation for lying…but he does have a reputation for pulling reckless stunts that put himself and others in danger, so for better or for worse, Jake has literally zero reason not to believe this claim. 

In other words, for Jake, the situation has just gone from “my son got taken advantage of by the local bullies and put into a precarious situation but he’s home safe now” to “my son dragged a bunch of other kids to a dangerous location where he knows he’s not supposed to go despite the chef’s son trying to talk him out of it, endangering both his life and theirs, getting lost in the process, and thereby worrying and inconveniencing the entire clan on whose hospitality we rely by making them go out of their way to arrange a whole search party in the dead of night just to find him.”

…yeah, no wonder he was flippin’ ticked. No wonder he “didn’t want to hear it” when Lo’ak tries to explain that he was “only trying to make friends”. We as the audience know that’s true, of course, but as far as Jake knows in that moment, based on what Lo’ak himself claimed just moments ago, he was trying to “make friends” by…dragging them out to a dangerous location despite their protests thus jeopardizing both his and their lives as well as his family’s standing in the clan who can kick them out at any time. Yeah, I wouldn’t want to “hear it” either.

When you look at it from that perspective, “you brought shame to this family” doesn’t really seem quite as extreme, does it?

And yes, I feel for Lo’ak here, really, I do; he’s just been through a lot and yes based on the actual events that just occurred his father’s anger is the last thing the poor kid needs and I totally get why it would upset him…but at the same time, I can’t help feeling that he kinda brought this particular lecture on himself by voluntarily taking the blame for Aonung. Not really sure what he was expecting: that Jake would somehow read his mind and understand the way things actually went? That he would see through his lie and praise him for being so amiable towards Aonung by taking the fall perhaps similar to how Neteyam so often claims the blame for Lo’ak’s own reckless shenanigans despite how rude Aonung had been to him thus far? Or perhaps he just blurted out the blame claim as an olive branch of sorts to Aonung (genuinely trying to “make friends” in a way) without really thinking about the consequences of doing so. Who knows. But regardless of how Lo’ak did or didn’t think things would go, I think it’s a little unfair to blame Jake for his reaction. Based on his knowledge of the circumstances, which in turn were based on Lo’ak’s own account given only moments before (remember, Jake had zero reason to suspect he was lying), his reaction is actually pretty understandable.

Speaking of Lo’ak’s adventures with Payakan, the next time we see him clash with his father is when Tonowari lectures him for bonding with the outcast, and Lo’ak defends his new friend. Remember: Jake’s top priority is keeping his family safe which currently means not getting kicked out of the Metkayina. Lo’ak, regardless of whether or not he was in the right, was clearly upsetting Ronal and Tonowari in this exchange—Neytiri is actually the first to step in and warn her son:

…and when Lo’ak persists anyways, Jake has to step in in hopes of smoothing things over with the chief. 

It sucks that this upset Lo’ak, especially because we the audience know that Lo’ak is right about Payakan, but again, Jake is currently more concerned with not getting kicked out of the clan than with his son winning an argument about the validity of a tulkun’s outcast status.

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...aaaand here comes the hardest part of this essay to write. Admittedly I wasn’t aware of this argument until recently, but now that I know it’s out there I feel obligated to address it here. Apparently some folks are out there claim that Jake did not display a sufficient amount of emotion at Neteyam’s death, and this somehow proves that he wasn’t as attached to his sons as he should have been. And all I have to say to that is: did we watch the same movie?? 

That man broke upon his son’s death. Did he wail and cry like Neytiri, no, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t heartbroken—wailing and crying simply aren’t how his character responds to trauma. He’s a solider, he’s probably trained to delay any external breakdown at least until a given battle is over.

But you can still see it in his face. You can hear it in his voice which breaks and shudders when he realizes that Neteyam is dying and tries to give him a few last words of comfort, wanting so desperately to ease his pain to the best of his abilities. 

...yeah. This man is broken in this moment.

…but his job isn’t over yet. The battle is still raging. He still has three more kids who still need him. As much as he may want to, he cannot take the time to fully grieve in this moment.

…which brings us to the big one, the main line people point to when arguing that Jake is a bad father:

Now, let’s be honest: was this an awful thing to say? Yes, absolutely. Should Jake apologize to Lo’ak for it after the fact, if he hasn’t already? Definitely, one-hundred-percent. I’m not disputing that in the least.

however…

In this moment, Jake has just spent the past however-long locked in a vicious battle, and hardly minutes before watched his firstborn son bleed out in his arms. And now he learns that his daughters—one of whom is a pre-pubescent child with no chance of defending herself—are still caught on the “demon ship” with the recoms, who have just very clearly proven that they have absolutely no qualms with killing these kids. Quaritch taunting in his ear certainly is not helping. 

The only thing Jake could properly focus on in that moment was getting Kiri and Tuk off that boat. Repeat: he wants to get his kids OFF the demon ship, not risk bringing any of them back ON. On top of that, Lo’ak, as established very early on in the film (see: train raid), has a reputation for struggling to follow orders…even when not emotionally devastated by the death of his brother. 

All these things considered, is it really any wonder that Jake did not want Lo’ak coming along on this mission? He’s already lost one son, why in the ever-loving flip flap would he want to risk losing the other by intentionally bringing him back to the danger zone with no guarantee he’ll come out again, especially given his apparent propensity to ignore orders and throw himself into danger? 

Heck, the only reason he lets Spider come is that Spider knows where the girls are and, unlike Lo’ak, Spider doesn’t have that same reckless reputation. Spider, in that moment, appears to be able to compartmentalize the fresh trauma well enough to focus on the task at hand, and can be trusted to do as Jake asks. Lo’ak…can’t. So, Jake wants him to stay behind.

Did he express it horribly? Absolutely. But saying one stupid insensitive thing in a moment of numbness underlaid by grief, pain, and fear does not make him a horrible dad overall, and I think it’s a little unfair to say that it does.

On that note, I do not believe for one moment that Jake genuinely blames Lo’ak for Neteyam’s death. Now, Lo’ak may well view it that way and I’m sure it’ll come into play for his character arc in future movies, which can be a topic for another day, but as for Jake’s perspective, no. I don’t think he truly blames Lo’ak. Even if he couldn’t necessarily process it all right away, I think he knows that Lo’ak is going through as much heartbreak as the rest of the family…especially given that Jake himself has firsthand experience losing a brother. He just said something dumb in a moment of pain.

(On the topic of Lo’ak being unable to follow orders, less than five minutes after Jake, Neytiri, and Spider leave for the ship, Lo’ak…immediately disobeys the order to stay safe on the island and heads back out to the ship anyways. Obviously in the grand scheme of things it’s good that he was there to save Jake from drowning after the scuffle with Quaritch, but still, good gracious son. Way to spectacularly prove your dad’s point.) 

So now we come to the point where Lo’ak saves Jake’s life. After a mutual choke-out with Quaritch, Jake is left to drown until Lo’ak finds him and pulls him to the surface, at which point he gasps for air and chokes out Neteyam’s name. 

This can be interpreted in a few ways. It could be that Jake is so accustomed to Neteyam being the “responsible” one that he irrationally thought it was him coming to the rescue, momentarily forgetting he had died or somehow thinking maybe by some stroke of fate he pulled through after all—this seems to be Lo’ak’s assumption, given that he promptly corrects him.

Now, some may take Jake’s “oh, Lo’ak…” as a show of favoritism, or proof that Jake values his first son above his second. I don’t think this is the case though—I don’t think Jake’s apparent disappointment is about Lo’ak being there so much it’s about Neteyam not being there. In other words, it’s not a personal slight against or disappointment in Lo’ak, but rather a form of still-very-raw grief for Neteyam who, remember, only just died, like, an hour ago.

It could also be that Jake is still so distraught following Neteyam’s death that it’s consuming his thoughts…he was able to shove it down and compartmentalize long enough to fight the recoms and get Tuk and Kiri off the boat, but that compartmentalization broke down while he was literally drowning and it took him a minute to focus and put things back together (which he manages to do a moment later when Lo’ak tries to apologize for his brother’s death):

The most excruciating interpretation I’ve seen is Jake thinking he had drowned and is rejoining Neteyam in the afterlife. ouch. Though that is, of course, just speculation.

Regardless, at this point Jake has just about given up. He’s exhausted, he’s in agony, both physically and emotionally. He’s completely drained. He wants Lo’ak to live but is ready to give up on himself (“I can’t make it. You can.”). It’s only when Lo’ak insists: 

 ...that Jake realizes he still needs to press forward. Because his other kids still need him. His other son still needs him and he’s not willing to give up on him. So he takes a deep breath (literally), puts his trust in Lo’ak, and lets his son lead him through the flooded passageways out of the wreck. When they finally break the surface, we have this lovely moment:

This moment is a resolution to one of Lo’ak’s primary emotional conflicts throughout the movie: living in the shadow of his legendary war hero father and prodigious older brother, finally getting the recognition and affirmation he so craved from that father. Some might argue that in terms of “ideal” parenting that this kind of moment should have come sooner, or that Jake’s recognition of his son should never have been in doubt in the first place, and while there may be some truth to that, I struggle to really blame Jake for it for reasons I just spent the past 4000 words discussing. I think the fact that this moment happened at all shows that despite their clashes and struggles and miscommunications, Jake does and always has cared very deeply about Lo’ak; his lectures and frustrations come not out of malice or some personal distaste, but out of fear for his well-being.

We see Jake comforting Lo’ak again after the family returns to Neteyam’s body on the rocks.

 As I said before, I don’t think for even the briefest moment Jake genuinely blames Lo’ak for Neteyam’s death. I don’t think he would be comforting him like this if he did.

…which, I suppose, brings us to Neteyam’s funeral, and Jake and Neytiri visiting his spirit within Eywa. No parent should ever have to bury their child and good golly gracious this scene ripped my heart out but I digress. I don’t even really have a lot of commentary to add to these scenes…just…just this. It speaks for itself.

look me in the eye and tell me this man “doesn’t care about his sons”. I flipping DARE you.

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Well, that concludes the debunking of scenes that supposedly make Jake a bad father. But before we go, let’s look just briefly at this scene of him being a good dad with Kiri. I didn’t mention this earlier because while I’ve seen a lot of complaints about Jake’s interactions with Neteyam and especially Lo’ak, few people have qualms with the way Jake treats Kiri and Tuk—in fact, many people claim that he shows favoritism to his daughters, going out of his way “baby” them and treat them more gently and lovingly than his sons. I disagree and hope the above has done a thorough job dispelling that notion: Kiri and Tuk don’t go around throwing themselves headlong into the same kind of danger that Neteyam and Lo’ak do. They aren’t begging to participate in battle, they aren’t disobeying orders that land them in mortal peril. 

In other words: Jake lectures his sons more than his daughters out of necessity, not nepotism. Remember: Jake’s #1 priority is protecting his family, keeping them all safe and alive. That means that when one of his kids pulls a stupid stunt that puts them in danger he feels the need to crack down on that in hopes of preventing it from happening again. Lo’ak is, quite frankly, prone to pulling those kind of stunts, so he gets lectured a lot. Kiri and Tuk do not typically pull such stunts, so they don’t get lectured. It’s as simple as that, really.

Buuuuuut now that we’ve cleared that up, let’s talk just briefly about Jake comforting Kiri.

Like with the scene of visiting Neteyam’s spirit, I don’t have much commentary to add to this scene—it’s a very sweet scene and it speaks for itself really. Jake is very gentle and doing his best to listen to Kiri, even if he is a little unsure about her claims. He doesn’t criticize or invalidate, he just tries to be there for her. What can I say, that’s a good dad right there ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  

One last little point before we wrap up for real: the fact that Lo’ak and Neteyam occasionally refer to Jake as “sir”. I was originally planning to address this earlier but it didn’t quite fit in with the flow of the discussion and I consider it such a minor point anyways, I figured I could save it for a side note—but seriously, it baffles me what a big deal people make of this. 

It would be one thing if “sir” was something that Jake strictly enforced, if it was the only thing he allowed the kids to address him as, if one of them called him “Dad” and he barked back, “no! it is sir!” But…literally none of that is the case. He never explicitly asks them to call him “sir”, and they call him “Dad” just as often if not more.

The kids referring to Jake as “sir” in tense moments is a simple show of respect, nothing more. I recall my own dad also wanting to be called “sir” when we were in trouble and it was never really an issue. And I suppose your milage may vary depending on where you live, but growing up in the southern US, “sir” and “ma’am” are just very common basic courtesy in many situations (not just familial). 

Sooooo….yeah, the idea that Neteyam and Lo’ak occasionally calling Jake sir is somehow proof of Jake being too strict or cold or whatever else is really making a mountain out of a molehill. It’s not that deep y’all.

…aaaand I suppose that’s it for this post. 

In conclusion: 

Look guys, Jake does not have to be your favorite character. You don’t even have to like him, or agree with everything that he says or does. He isn’t perfect (which, by the way, literally no one is). But if nothing else, I hope this behemoth of a post has at least helped you understand his character and why he acts and reacts the way that he does.

Jake Sully may not be a shining beacon of parental perfection from a psychological development perspective (and all things considered, expecting him to be such is, quite frankly, a little silly), but good golly gracious he is trying his absolute darnedest in incredibly difficult and precarious circumstances beyond his control i.e. the RDA coming back to quite literally take over. This man’s family means absolutely everything to him and I’m done sitting back and watching y’all slander him just because he didn’t react to x situation the way you think he should have.

thank you and good night

[atths--twice]

Imagine The X-Files reboot happens. We’re introduced to new agents working in the basement. They find themselves stumped on a case and they look at one another and nod.

Cut to a coffee shop and we see Mulder and the agents. He’s smiling, looking at the file, and thinking of so many things as he listens to them.

“Wow. The case sounds incredibly interesting. I definitely would be all in a few years ago. But now…” He checks his watch and smiles again. “I gotta pick my daughter up soon. I’ll offer what advice I can, but I can’t be late for her.”

When he leaves, we see him watching them, somewhat wistfully, but then his watch beeps with a previously set alarm to pick up his daughter. At the same time, he gets a message from Scully about dinner, asking if he’s still cooking or if he wants her to pick something up on her way home. He grins and nods his head, knowing he’s made the right choice.

And then maybe a young female agent comes to the hospital seeking out Scully, needing some additional advice. She hints at what she knows of Mulder and Scully.

“Oh,” Scully laughs softly, shaking her head. “You have no idea.”

And she crosses her arms and we see that she’s wearing a wedding ring.

These two deserve happiness and family and love- everything they haven’t been able to have. I would love to watch a new group of people working cases so long as the story is good and the chemistry is there.

And if we got to have little chances to look in to Mulder and Scully‘s life… yes please. ❤️

Let me make an addition especially for @baronessblixen because I completely agree with her. 💕💕

I want to see them with their kid. I want to see them enjoy their time with her. Maybe we see her schooling the agents somehow and Scully looks at Mulder and he looks at her and they both say “that’s all you” and then everyone laughs.

I want to see both of them interact with her together doing something as simple as just being at home. Like I NEED it so badly. If we got that, like the “what if” scenarios we saw in the revival, (minus the alien aspect of it) I would be so incredibly happy. ❤️❤️

[miercoooles]

What'd be fluff between Checo and Leclerc sister like pure fluff including her brothers or her brothers reaction when the first started dating before getting married?

So if we’re gonna follow “Didn’t Know You Had That In You”, the first ever date they had was 2015. After that, Checo pursued Y/N for a year before they officially dated which is in 2016. Then when they became official, Y/N kept it a secret from her brothers because she knew they’d make a big deal out of it, but of course Maman figured out and Y/N let her know, but asked her to keep it a secret from her brothers. Maman agreed and although she had no idea who Y/N was dating, she knew it was someone in the same sport at her kids.

You and Checo dated secretly for 3 years (2019). You were always together every chance you get, risking getting caught as you both disappear and hide in dark corners, just talking about the race and being close to hold one another. And although it was a secret, you were shocked to say that no one actually found out since you and Checo were always unable to take your eyes off of one another. Especially with your brother, Charles, who has been with Ferrari that same year.

That continued all throughout the three years you were together until one day Checo decided to go to your house without telling you about it and it was the day that you were out. The first to open the door and greet him was Arthur. Arthur was shocked because why would Checo come around, so he asked if he wanted to talk to Charles and Arthur would call his older brother.

Checo only shook his head and said that he wanted to talk to the both of them and Lorenzo too. Arthur not knowing what to say, ushered your significant other in the house and guided him to the living room. Checo warily sat on the single-seater couch of your living room as the youngest Leclerc called out his two older brothers.

As Checo waited longer, the nervousness he hadn’t felt earlier started setting in him. He looked around the room, trying to distract himself until he saw a bunch of picture frames on top of the fireplace. Curiously, he stood up and decided to check out the photos. The photo in the middle was something he immediately recognised. It was a family photo taken years ago. Mama and Papa Leclerc were in the middle. Baby Arthur was being carried by Maman and Lorenzo was beside her while Charles was beside Papa Leclerc. You, however, you were sitting on your dad’s shoulder, your forearms resting on his head as you gave the biggest and gummiest grin.

Checo let out a soft chuckle as he remembered you showing a polaroid version of that photo in your wallet, telling the story behind that picture. He looked at the rest of the photos before he was disturbed by a throat being cleared. Swiftly looking back, he saw your brothers looking at him inquisitively.

Lorenzo held a stoic and stern face as an eldest would, making it hard for Sergio to read what he was thinking. Charles has a straight face while Arthur was just pursing his lips, swaying his body as he tried to read the room. The tension was intense and even if the room was air-conditioned, Sergio started sweating profusely.

Lorenzo sat down first at the long couch, crossing his legs one over the other. The youngest ensued, sitting in the middle of the three-seater couch while Charles just stood under the archway, leaning his body against the pillar.

Checo swallowed hard as he started talking, asking your brothers questions like how they are, or where were you as he tried to warm himself up to them. But the thing was Lorenzo was not having it and he sat straight, leaning forward as he placed his elbow on his thighs to support himself. The eldest Leclerc asked the Mexican driver why he was really there, the other two stared at the man on the hotseat as they pressured him to answer.

Checo only took a deep breath before honestly spilling the truth. He told everything from the start. The moment he first saw you, to the part where he realised he had a crush on you, to the part where you asked him for a coffee date (or well he considered it as a date), to the moment he started pursuing you, to the day you said yes a year later, up to present moment. Sergio told everything super detailed that it amazed the three brothers at how much your significant other remembered everything.

When Checo was done telling everything, the three brothers just looked at him, asking him to go on, to answer what brought him here. Checo’s lips formed into a straight line as he continued speaking. This was the moment, Checo thought to himself. The right time to ask for your siblings’ permission for your hand in marriage. So when he dropped his question to your siblings, the three brothers all looked speechless.

Checo could feel the tension rise as he awaited for one of your siblings to speak up. But when no one talked, his shoulders sag as he started getting disappointed. He was about to stand up when Charles started speaking. Your boyfriend’s ears perked up as he looked up at his rival.

As Charles spoke, Checo listened and mentally wrote the things your brother is saying. Then Lorenzo chimed in, listing things that Checo should or should not do when you both get married. They even made a small and quick quiz to check Sergio’s knowledge about you and to their surprise, you got a perfect score.

By the end of the day, when you got home and when you saw your significant other’s car, it confused you. That’s when it dawned on you what was going to be unveiled to you. The moment you entered the house, you smelled a nice aroma coming from the kitchen. Walking to the room, you saw your brothers helping your significant other as he cooked food.

When you realised what was happening, you observed in awe how the four men in your life kept arguing but still manages to work in sync, smiling to yourself as you saw them get along well with one another.

When they finished, they noticed your presence and your siblings ran to you, pecking your cheeks. You laughed and shook them off, jokingly saying that they’re embarrassing you in front of your guest. They all pouted before Arthur guided you to your seat, Checo, as the gentleman he is, helping you sit down comfortably before giving you a soft and light kiss on the cheek, then sitting on his respective chair.

As the atmosphere in the dining room became ambient, you initiated a conversation, indirectly asking why your significant other dropped off. Checo could only give a sheepish grin as Lorenzo and Charles tackled their discussions while you were gone, although they left out the part where Sergio asked for your hand in marriage as your future husband has plans for that.

At the end of dinner, Checo offered to wash the dishes but your brothers all protested saying that he already cooked for all of you. So instead, you guided him to the living room where you two talked privately as your brothers did the chores.

Sergio apologised for randomly appearing at your house, he just thought that it was time to finally let your siblings know about you two and what better timing when you’re outside. You let out a soft chuckle as you placed your hand on his thigh, assuring him that it was alright and that you appreciated it.

As you both waited for your siblings to finished, you leaned your head on his shoulder, letting out a soft yawn. When Checo realised you were sleepy, he grabbed your hand with his, kissing the back of your hand, then kissing the crown of your head as you dozed off. Soon after, he followed.

Once the three brothers finished, they went to the living room and when they realised you were both sleeping peacefully, Lorenzo ushered his two younger brothers to stay quiet and go to their rooms, but before he went to his respective room, he took out a blanket placing it over you both and kissing your forehead.

[whatthefishh]

Happy Halloween, Steven

Steven Grant x F!Reader

Summary: this was supposed to be a fluff piece and then I thought about how Steven would look in his costume and how I'd probably react to it so. You guys get light smut.

Warnings: 18+, smut, heavy petting, handjob, jealous coworkers lol

Author's note: Thanks to @villainvindicator and @kittyofalltrades for helping me decide how to go about certain parts of this story :) xo

Jake is written in bold, Marc in italics, sorry if its OOC I was just having the best time writing this LOL

Word count: 2.5k

This wasn’t really how Steven imagined the annual Halloween party the National Gallery threw for its staff to go, but let’s just say he was over the moon with how his night was going.

The entire staff was being forced to go. Steven didn’t necessarily dislike parties but he wasn’t the best in social settings either. He felt a little better going to outings with Marc and Jake around now, it felt like he wasn’t going entirely alone. Plus, he did really enjoy Halloween. 

Although Marc grumbled the whole week leading up to the party about having to dress up and how lame he thinks it all is, Jake was quietly supportive of Steven putting himself out there more and more. Especially since he picked up on his little crush on you.

Jake noticed that every time you’d rush by the gift shop, piles of paperwork haphazardly collected in your arms, heels clicking on the floors trying to make it to your destination without bumping into anyone, Steven would stop whatever he was doing and just blankly follow your movements with his eyes until you were gone. This happened maybe a handful of times per day, and every time it was the same: Steven would longfully gaze after you, sigh dramatically and then return his attention back to the task at hand. Marc usually mentally clocked out when Steven literally clocked in, so only Jake really knew about this little reaction Steven had towards you aka dopey heart eyes anytime you were in the vicinity. 

Tonight’s party was a Halloween costume party, being held in the gallery’s dining hall, but it was supposed to be decked out by the party planning committee. Steven was slightly bitter towards the committee, led by Donna, since they didn’t let him help when he offered. You were on it, too, which was honestly part of the reason why he offered to help to begin with, hoping to get a word in with you, but Donna quickly interrupted your conversation to shut him down as rudely as she always does. 

Steven had his costume picked out for a while, thinking it made him look bloody handsome, if he did say so himself. Jake helped him style his hair into a neater, slicked back look instead of his usual unruly curls to better match the outfit. Marc teased Steven saying that he was trying too hard for a bunch of coworkers that didn’t give a shit if he showed or not. Needless to say, Steven did not like that. 

“Oi! Just because Donna’s insufferable, doesn’t mean they all are! There are some people I actually like at work.” 

Yeah you’re a real social butterfly.

Marc, stop being such a culo. Steven, you better talk to her tonight.

Oh? This whole getup is for a girl?

Steven has to admit when he purchased his Captain Hook costume, the idea of you and what you would possibly dress up as dipped into his daydreams enough times. The shopkeeper looked entirely too thrilled when Steven tried on the black pleather pants, maroon vest and long black overcoat complete with gold hardware detailing and a fake sword for his belt. He also pressured him into buying some cheap eyeliner to drive the pirate look home. It was definitely not Steven’s first choice (initially he’d asked for Prince Charming) but upon looking at himself in the tri-fold mirror and seeing how the tight pleather pants made his thighs and rear look, he readily agreed, secretly hoping it would catch your attention. 

If we’re gonna be here, at least we look good. 

Deep breath, hermano. Look, there she is. 

Again, WHO?

As soon as Steven walked in, it was almost magnetic how his eyes zeroed in on you; animatedly describing something with your hands to the angel with bright white, oversized wings next to you over the blaring dance music. His eyes widened and mouth dropped open slightly once he took in the sight of you, in a tiny, tiny sparkly, green number, hem cut in a zigzag pattern, clear high heels to give the illusion that you were floating, with petite green wings to match. The dress was much shorter than he expected to see you in, especially for a work party, but he was guessing you probably didn’t realize the effect it was having on those around you and honestly? He’s not complaining because where the hell have you been hiding those legs this whole time?! 

He was beginning to attract attention just standing at the door of the hall, yet again caught staring at you with a dopey look on his face. It didn’t occur to Steven that he could be attracting attention because of how damn fine he looked tonight, pleasantly surprising some of the staff with his defined muscles on display with his costume choice - the pleather didn’t leave much up to imagination. He quickly made his way over to the food table, as one does with anxiety at a party, and scoured the table for vegan friendly options with shaking hands. Why did he come to this party again? What if nobody talked to him? What if he made a fool out of himself? Why did he think this costume was a good idea? They probably think he looks ridiculous, that's why they’re all staring…

Fighting the urge to nervously run his hands through his gelled hair, Steven stood fidgeting with his jacket and finally looked around the room to catch a handful of the more forward women blatantly staring at him bent over the table stacking his plate sky high, promptly choking on his food at the numerous eyes on him. Rushing to the punch bowl in an attempt to wash his food down before he further embarrassed himself, he didn’t notice you also approaching and narrowly avoided bumping into you. 

“Are you…alright? Steven, right?” you asked just as he managed to gulp down half his cup of punch, nearly causing him to choke again as he swiveled around to face you. 

“Uh hiya, yeah I’m Steven, Steven is me,” he tried to laugh at the end of that horrible, horrible introduction. He already knew your name, but pretended to ask anyway so as not to seem like a creep, which you confirmed with an easy smile. He tried so desperately not to look away from your face while you were talking but it was proving to be challenging, especially now that Marc perked up at your presence. 

This is her? He playfully laughed. Steven, where have you been hiding this little nymph?

Steven wasn’t that guy, he would not be the guy caught staring at your breasts while you were showing him kindness and striking up a conversation by the punch bowl, like the nice girl he was sure you were, he would not, could not blow this chance with you. But God was it making him break a sweat at the effort. He tried to focus on some part of your face so that his gaze wouldn’t stray but then he got caught up in your eyes and the meticulous makeup you applied that accentuated the soft glow of your skin, trailing down to the perfect pink pout you wore tonight and-

She’s asking you a question, cabrón.

Ah, shit, he was not listening. Did you know he wasn’t listening? He thinks he’s ruined it now, for sure. His eyes betrayed his inner turmoil and panic, quickly making his whole demeanor tense which you picked up on with concern and asked again, “You sure you’re alright?” You ask as you move closer to him. He’s tall enough to see down your dress now and he quickly closes his eyes and inhales deeply. 

This is torture. There’s a promising pink flush gracing your cheeks when he opens his eyes to look down at you. The track changes, something with a heavier bass starting up.

Do not. Fuck. This up, Steven. She’s hot, and likes what she sees.

Sí, parece que le gustas, this might work. 

“Y-yeah, m’alright, more than actually,” he says, schooling his features into what he thinks is a coy smile but on Steven’s open and honest face just screams ‘I really like how close you’re standing next to me’. 

You’re perceptive, he will soon learn. You’ve actually noticed him gaping at you a few times you rush past the gift shop in your hurry to get to your meetings on time, but you never get the chance to stop and chat with the cute, tousled-looking man behind the counter. You’ve taken notice though, especially tonight, with his tight black pants about to bust at the seams. 

You’re smiling at him encouragingly, hoping Steven will catch on to your advances as you slowly lift your hand to finger at the lapels of his jacket, eyes slowly blinking up at him, looking over his face for a reaction. “I was just saying how it's a shame we don’t get to talk more at work,” you supply him with bits of your previous conversation. The other women who were watching this play out are scoffing at how obvious you’re laying it on for him, muttering bitterly amongst each other as they shift their attention elsewhere for the night. You have faith he’ll catch on, eventually. Hopefully. 

“Me, too, I-I know you must be busy though, Donna definitely would ‘ave my head if she saw me bein’ friendly with anyone on the clock. Bit crazy, that one.” He manages to get out even with your close proximity and finger touching him through his clothes. Steven was going to slowly lose his mind if you kept dragging your finger on his clothes, your nail pressing into the fabric scandalously. There’s no way he could be misinterpreting this anymore. 

Dude she wants you, stop fucking around. 

And then you’re leaning up to whisper to him and he can feel the heat of your breath hit the shell of his ear and your breasts graze his arm, hair slightly brushing against his face in your movement; he can feel his dick twitch in his too tight pants, and it sounds like you’re smiling around your words as you say, “I could use some air, care to join me, Captain Hook?” Pulling back to look at him with eyes he couldn’t say no to let alone form words around. Steven thinks he agreed to join you because the next thing he knew he was being led out the doors to the main gallery by his hand, trailing after you like a puppy. Maybe Marc jumped in for a second back there. He’d have to thank him later.

You don’t stop pulling him behind you, occasionally looking back to giggle at his expression, until you reach the bathrooms on the other side of the gallery. He didn’t notice how long you two were walking, taking the opportunity to zone out at your legs effortlessly floating in those damn clear heels and the gentle sway of your hips as you brazenly walked in front of him. 

Marc must have fronted again because he suddenly finds himself caging you in against the bathroom counter, standing in between your legs, hands spreading them as wide as they can in your obscenely short dress, as you sit between the sinks and you’re pulling him closer, closer, closer, until your lips meet in a hot, open mouth kiss. Steven’s hands are roving over your body, nonstop, from gripping your hips to squeezing your waist to ever so softly cupping your breast, and you moan into his mouth when he hesitantly swipes his thumb across your nipple through your dress. Your hands are in his hair, meeting slight resistance due to the product he’s used to tame his curls, his matching groans of desire echoing off the bathroom walls. You’re smiling into the kiss now, pulling back for air as you lean your head back giving Steven access to your neck which he happily attacks with his mouth, lightly nipping you in the process. 

So - you didn’t think you were gonna end up with your hand down Steven’s pants - or rather Steven’s pants hanging around his knees - but you’re okay with it, more than okay with it considering you unzipped them to begin with even though he had to pull back to look at you to make sure he wasn’t making a fool of himself. 

“O-oh, please, love,” he stutters out as you massage the head of his cock, thumb swiping over the slit. There was nothing you wanted more than to make Steven lose control in his stupid hot costume in the work bathrooms. He’s already breathing shakily, eyes rolling back as you work your fist up and down his cock, as you watch mesmerized, cataloging his face to memory. 

Ahh, is this how every work event is gonna go from now on? You guys hiring, Steven? 

Marc, we shouldn’t be here for this… As gorgeous as this little tinkerbell is

Steven tries to ignore the voices of his headmates as you continue to work him up, leaning forward to lick into your mouth partially to muffle his sounds and partially to not blow his load right there at the way you’re looking at him. He starts thrusting his hips into your hand, making you wetter just by watching him give in to his baser instincts.

“God, I’m not gonna last, love,” he whines out for you. 

“Good,” you purr against his mouth. 

His brow starts to furrow, and he looks up at you with a needy gaze as you pump your fist tighter, faster, your other hand reaching up to tug his hair back and he comes with a shout, eyes clenched tightly together and chest heaving. 

You’re still slowly gripping his limp dick as you both look down to see his spend all over your thighs, leaking from his tip, dripping down your hand. He shyly meets your eyes as he hums happily and reaches for the paper towel stack behind where you’re perched to clean up his mess. When he comes back to wipe the white ropes off your thighs, you’re already tasting him and his jaw drops open at the sight of you smiling mischievously around your finger. You end up taking the paper towel from his hand and cleaning yourself up because Steven’s brain seems to have short circuited - something you’re very smug about at the moment. He has to shake himself out of his stupor to properly tuck himself away, and voices his concern about you not getting your own happy ending. 

“Oh, we’re not done for the night, Hook,” you grin before pecking him and then gracefully hopping off the counter to stand pressed up against him. 

“You’re so bloody gorgeous,” he mutters in amazement.

Told you it would work, hermano.

Steven, I swear to God if you don’t take care of her, I will. 

Marc didn’t need to front anymore that night. 

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[bbyseok]

🎥 movie night 01

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

cw: ua students setting, gender neutral reader, established relationship, swearing n cuddling !!

a/n: um so,, i really genuinely wasn’t expecting my latest bakugou fic (hold this for me) to get that much attention but tysm really 🥺🥺 i appreciate all of you !!! but enjoy this short lil thing.. maybe this can be a series ??

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kaminari has a brilliant idea. and like the genius he is, he commits to it. he manages to wrap everyone of class 1-a into a movie night in the commons room.

obviously during the weekend—aizawa would have all of your heads if it were a school night—and everyone agrees to it, even the introverts of the class. even your boyfriend, bakugou katsuki.

though, you’re sure it has to do with something with you, since you’re going too ‘n all.

“c’mon, dumbass, we’re gonna be late! what’re you so slow for?” katsuki’s voice calls from down the hallway. he had texted you that he’d wait for you in your dorm hall. for someone who supposedly hates interacting with the others, he sure seems eager.

you peek around your door and sigh dreamily to yourself—he’s dressed casually in those black sweats with his hands in his pockets and that stupid overused black aji fry shirt, but he looks good. unbelievable really, how he has to do so little to look good.

“hey! are you even listenin’ t’me?” bakugou then snaps, shifting on his feet impatiently. “quit yer starin’ already!”

you step out of your room entirely with a fond roll of your eyes before closing your door, laughing a bit. “i’m coming, kats, don’t worry.”

when you reach him, he grumbles, “took you long enough. damn idiot. how the hell do you make it to class on time?”

you smile sweetly at him. “you’re my alarm, silly.”

at the start of your day, he texts you. no, not one of those sweet good morning texts. rather, texts that consist of get up dumbass and see you at class idiot that are endearing all the same because it’s bakugou katsuki.

(you won’t comment on it so he doesn’t feel too embarrassed but it’s cute that the first thing he does when he wakes up is text you. what’s even more endearing is that he did it before you two were even dating.)

he scoffs but doesn’t hesitate to take one of your hands in his to lead you to the elevator. “whatever,” he brushes it off, “what would you do without me then, ah?”

you squeeze his hand as you guys both enter the elevator, using your free one to press the right button for the ground floor. “miss class, i guess,” you snicker.

he flicks your forehead fondly with his other hand before tugging you closer. you playfully glare at him before pursing your lips in sudden thought. “wonder what movie we’re watching. bet the others already picked.”

a groan leaves bakugou. “if it’s one of those lame ass comedy movies or some kind of cheesy romance one, we’re going back upstairs!” he declares.

you laugh and simply pat his arm as the elevator doors open and you step outside together. “promise we can at least watch half of it?”

“tch.” he juts his chin up. “fine,” he then huffs out, pairing it with a halfhearted shrug of his shoulders.

by the time the two of you make it to the common area, the dekusquad, bakugou’s friends, and some of the others have already settled in.

“oh, blasty!” kirishima calls your boyfriend over with his usual grin, and then he waves to you too. “glad you two could make it!”

“yeah, yeah,” katsuki huffs in dismissal. you both approach your classmates, some of them greeting you.

now, the two couches of the common area aren’t all that small. but your shark-toothed friend is propped up on one of them with denki next to him as he toys with the remote and snickers alongside sero.

mina is on the other one, where she huddles with uraraka. tsu and most of the girls are with them obviously. some of the others had grabbed some blankets to make home to the floor.

but there’s one remaining free spot next to kiri, just on the edge where the two couches meet and-

katsuki snarls and lunges for it the same time you do but you’re just a little quicker than him. but then his fingers are grasping your arm and he’s suddenly yanking you back.

you falter and nearly fall over on your ass. “katsuki!” you whine, regaining your footing as he scores the seat next to kirishima. he then grins at you, all smug. “hah! i told ya you were slow, dumbass!” he taunts.

you saunter to stand in front of him. “you cheated! that’s my spot!” kirishima can’t help but laugh but he lightly nudges bakugou’s shoulder, saying, “yeah, that wasn’t very manly, bro.” you nod in agreement with a pout.

katsuki gets comfy in his seat, rolling his eyes. “tch, stop your pouting. c’mere, this is your spot.” before you can say anything, he leans forward and tugs you down right into his lap.

you let out a noise of surprise, heat rushing to your cheeks as your hands land on his chest and you’re practically straddling him. a whispered “so manly” escapes from kirishima expectantly and the girls on the other couch squeal. (a quick glare from bakugou sent over your shoulder shuts them up quickly.)

you blink. “o-oh. oh.”

he scoffs and his arms wrap around you so you can get adjusted on his thighs. “yeah,” he grumbles, “now move a bit- can’t see the fucking screen.”

you shift on your.. seat so you can both actually watch the movie as someone flicks the lights off. katsuki isn’t keen on pda so this certainly is.. surprising. (but you don’t mind at all.)

as the movie starts to play out, you feel him rub and squeeze your arm gently on the spot where he had yanked you. you hum softly, pressing a quick kiss to his jawline.

a little satisfied huff leaves him and he only nestles you closer, arms wrapped securely around your middle. and eventually, some time during the movie, you fall asleep in katsuki’s lap, cheek smooshed against his chest and fingers curled into his shirt. you look like the image of comfort in his arms.

katsuki figures that if this happens every movie night, then yeah, he wouldn’t really mind going to them in the future.

(he ends up watching more than half of the movie in the end, but anything to keep you in his arms for a while longer.)

[trendywaifus]

It kinda sparked a little fic. anyone can expand onnit if they want. I can’t choose between them why not make a fic about them both together??

↳ roll the dice and play the game.

how did you even get in this position? you were in a daze by the two dangerously beautiful women looming over you. their bewitching gaze left you speechless and knees utterly weak. you’re so glad that you’re sitting down on a chair. because If you wasn’t, you’d be on your knees from the pressure alone. “ darling, don’t look so nervous now. “ kafka smiles sweetly, amusement laced with her words. she saunters over to your side, her fingers slowly running up your arm as she went. she bends down to your ear, red lips brushing against your lobe and her long locks of hair tickling your skin. “ you wanted us here, hm? i didn’t expect you to be so shy. “

you swallowed thickly, “ w-wanted you here? wh-what are you talking about, kafka? “ yelan uncrosses her arms with a chuckle and made her way over to the empty space opposite side of you. she places her gloved finger under your chin and maneuvered it so her striking emerald eyes can peer into yours. “ i think we both know what she’s talking about, (twitter name).” your jaw dropped. with her other arm, she reaches behind her back to retrieve something and hands it over to kafka. the stellaron hunter whistles at the contents of the paper before reading along,

“ the things i’d do to have both kafka and yelan in my bed. “

kafka pauses to take a peek at your reaction and she was very much delighted to see how absolutely dumbfounded you were. her smirk turns into a full blown grin.

“ call me desperate but i’ll let them both bound me and have them do whatever they want to me. “

“ h-hey! don’t just read my tweets out loud, okay?! i-i know what i said—“

“ shush now. “ yelan husks, placing a finger against your lips. she emits a hum of content when you don’t continue. “ good. now to the point, “ her hand rests itself on your thigh suggestively, the placement of her hand was an inch away from your inner thigh. “ we’re not here because of your little tweets—“ kafka comes in, bringing her face close to yours, lips nearly brushing against your own.

“ we’re here for you. i will say, in the pictures, you’re a cutie but now that i’m seeing you in person, you are a fine piece of work, lovely. “ she closes the distance, immediately tilting her head to deepen the kiss. kafka’s lips tasted like something that you’d never thought you could ever experience; sweet heaven. you were ripped away from your awe by the chill sensation of a gloved hand slipping under your top. “ i agree, “ an audible moan rumbled in your throat at a second pair of lips leaving open—mouth kisses on your neck. “ it’s a shame that we have to ruin them though, but I’m sure they don’t mind, right (name)? “

they pulled away simultaneously, chuckling softly at the mix of red and purple lipstick smudged on your lips and neck. “ i have an idea. “ with the flick of yelan’s wrist, she bounds your wrist together with her hydro threads. “ oh? what do you have in mind darling?” kafka inquires, tilting her head curiously at her. yelan conjures up a hydro–crafted dice and presents it out in front of you and her. kafka’s mouth shapes into an “o” at the realization of an idea yelan may have in mind before smiling ear to ear. “ gambling? now that’s interesting. explain the rules to me and our little pretty thing here. “

“ it’s simple. i take odds and you take evens. whichever odd or even number the dice lands on, either of us has to make them cum the same amount of times. “

“ e-excuse me, wh-what? “ you interrupted nervously, “ i-i know i set myself up for this but how m-many rounds is this? “

kafka licks her lips in anticipation, slipping the jacket off from her shoulders and sets it aside somewhere. “ until we milk you dry of course, my darling. “

yelan inspects the dice before looking down at you with a predatory smile. “now then, let’s roll the dice,“

“ and play the game. “ kafka finishes smugly and the dice is lifted up in the air, twisting and turning.

will it land on an odd or even number?

[carmybears]

Flirting with Knives

pairing: carmy berzatto X female!reader

summary: a fluffy little vignette about cooking with your new boyfriend, except he tries to turn it into a cooking lesson

word count: 900

“I cannot keep watching this.”

You snort, biting back the smile that is tugging at your lips as you continue dicing the onion sitting on the cutting board in front of you.

“I wouldn’t have the slightest idea what you’re talking about, Carmy. And besides,” you throw a glance over your shoulder. “I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t judge me.”

Your relationship with Carmy was new. As in text each other all night, gossip to your best friend about him, and generally spend every waking moment thinking about when you’d get to see him next kind of new. It was the intoxicating stage in the relationship where you pretty much wanted to have your hands on him at all times, but also still panicked about the state of your apartment whenever he stopped by. All in all, it made you feel like you were about sixteen years old again. But every time your eyes met his, you could feel yourself getting caught up in a flurry of butterflies and you wouldn’t change a thing.

Tonight, you were cooking for him for the first time. You’d pulled out a recipe for cherry balsamic glazed pork chops and thyme roasted potatoes that you had made enough times before to know that it was reliably delicious and easy enough for you to make without making a fool of yourself in front of Food and Wine’s Best New Chef.

That said, cutting onions can be a bitch and your knife was fucking dull.

“I’m not judging, I swear!” There was laughter in Carmy’s voice as he sidles up behind you, putting his hands on your hips. “Could I just maybe give you a few pointers?”

With an exaggerated roll of your eyes, you set the knife down on the cutting board and step aside. “Yes, Chef.”

Carmy steps up to the kitchen counter, taking up the onion in one hand and the knife in the other. His voice is gentle as he explains to you how best to position your hand as you hold the onion and then pantomimes the cuts he is going to make. It isn’t until he presses the blade to the vegetable that he curses under his breath.

“Jesus Christ babe, when’d you last sharpen this thing?” The shock on his face is palpable as he looks at you with wide eyes and mouth hanging agape. It’s kind of hilarious.

“So…” You draw out the syllable as long as you can before you make your confession. “I might not have a knife sharpener.”

If you thought he looked outraged before, you’d be mistaken.

“You wound me, you know that?”

You tilt your head back and laugh.

“Absolutely fuckin’ ridiculous. I’m taking matters into my own hands.”

You reach for him, your fingertips barely grazing the waffled sleeve of his Henley shirt as he turns on his heel and crosses into your living room, where his backpack lays in a heap on the floor.

“Carmen, baby, what are you talking about?”

He unzips the bag and pulls out a neatly tied roll of fabric. “I’m talking about this.”

“Are those your knives?!” You exclaim. “Do you always take those everywhere with you? Or should I be afraid?”

“Well yeah, I take them with me over here because I usually end up going straight from your bed to the restaurant,” he reasons, giving you a quick peck on the lips. “And the only thing you should be scared of is losing a damn finger to those dull knives of yours.”

He lays the roll out flat on your kitchen counter and pulls out an incredibly sharp knife, setting it on the cutting board.

“Now, we’re going to finish making dinner and then tomorrow night I’m coming over and sharpening all of your knives.”

“Is that your idea of foreplay?”

He smirks then, that little dimple forming in his cheek, but very pointedly does not answer your question. You decide to take that as a yes.

You take Carmy’s knife up in one hand and the onion up in the other, arranging your fingers in almost the same way you had seen him do it. “So, like this?”

“Um, not quite.” He curls his hand up into a claw and demonstrates. “You want to curl your fingertips down under a little more.”

You mimic what you see. “Better?”

“No, um, let me…” He comes around to your other side and places his hand over yours, gently positioning your fingers into place. As he works on perfecting your technique, you look up at him, study the way his brow furrows in concentration. You rock back in your heels just enough to feel the press of his broad chest against your shoulder. A feeling like electricity courses through you, and you’re not entirely sure that you’re all that hungry anymore – not with your favorite chef on the menu.

“Y’know, Chef, you should probably just put your arms around me. I’m not sure I can cut these onions all by myself.”

He pauses what he's doing and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you gently into his body. His lips are pressed against the bare skin at the base of your neck and you feel a puff of warm air as he laughs lightly into your skin. When he speaks, his voice is low in your ear, giving you goosebumps. “Are you flirting with me, chef?”

[retnym]

WORLD TOUR- .07

"One of us should marry her."

CHANGE OF POV!!!!!

“Johanna, let’s go!” [Name] laughs, she holds onto her sunhat. She was out of the door, holding it open as she waited for her best friend who came out with multiple bags. “Why do you have all that?” The girl laughs as Johanna just stopped then dropped everything to stare at her. “You said we’re going on a picnic!” 

“We are, but I have everything in the car already, Jo!” Her hands grip the sides of her light orange sundress laughing loudly but getting hit on her arm. “You could’ve said that!” 

[Name] just shakes her head, helping her best friend with the bags and putting them into the car as well, it never hurts to have more than less. The two were out for the day in Paris, France. It was the next country in the tour, it also meant the first country [Name] and Jace are set to be a part of their first week back together. 

The boys are also set to go out, or they were. Instead, they’re staying inside and playing in the arcade that is in the hotel they decided to stay at. Even their room has a gaming set for them to play on. Like children of course thats that they wanted to do. Later in the night, the girls are going to join them at the bar, there’s supposed to be a party at the Hotel and they were even asked to play there. They told them they would think about it.

They’re going to do it no question but Tom thought it was a good idea to give them a hard time. 

“So, second country,” Bill announces, his normally spiky hair laid down, no eyeliner nor eyeshadow in sight either. Tom had his normal attire. This time without a hat but his hair was still tied up in the same ponytail. Gustav had a white wife beater on and some jeans. As Georg has his hair tied back too, wearing a red shirt with basketball shorts. The four were in the halls of the hotel making their way to the arcade as planned. 

“Pretty crazy we are already in France,” Georg replies, he was already itching to take down his hair, not liking the feeling but he knew if he took it down he was just going to sweat and feel worse. Even though there is air conditioning in the large room, the humidity of everyone else makes it less tolerable. 

“It’s all thanks to [Name].” Gustav reminds them all, he was right. [Name] made it all happen, having to talk to her manager, get them to agree, and get rid of the people who were supposed to be her opening act so they didn’t make the concert over four hours long. Sorry to those people but her best friends were more important than some bands she never even heard of. Of bands even her fans never even heard of. At least with Tokio Hotel, her fandom should know them. It’s all she seems to bring up anyhow.

“One of us should marry her.” Bill jokes, jumping up and down as they get to the door of the arcade. Gustav snorts, “She has Jace now. He beat us to it.” He carries on Bill’s joke, landing it pretty well as it now turns into a conversation. “Lucky man.” The more emo-looking one mutters earning their attention even more. 

“Oh well according to magazine and news, Tom Kaulitz is her next lover.” Georg elbows his friend who shakes his head. “She hasn’t even spoken to me after we read it.” 

“Probably because of what you said, you dumbass.” Gustav smacks him upside his head, hitting more of his locks than anything else. Tom sighs, shrugging. “I only said the truth.” He whispers, it seemed like it was towards him than to the others who weren’t even paying attention as they talked more about Jace. It was like he was trying to convince himself that is actually what he thought of [Name]. A desperate girl for attention. A desperate girl that would hurt anyone at the given chance. Someone many girls actually thought of him he wanted to think the same of the girl who hadn’t given him one reason to do so. 

“Do you think he’s good for her?” Gustav questions his bandmates as they all looked at each other. “Why, you trying to take her for yourself?” Georg laughs, paying for the arcade tokens Gustav scrunches his face in disgust. “She’s like my sister. I’m interested in someone else anyways.” 

All their eyes shoot to the blond who now lets out an annoyed breath knowing he shouldn’t have said what he did. “Johanna.” Bill points to Gustav and then at the others as the light bulb atop his head just exploded into fireworks. Gustav’s face turned red, wanting to shove them all away. Tom tickled him on the side, teasing the boy. “You’re in love with [Name]’s best friend.” 

Georg snickers, giving them all their cards. “It shouldn’t be so surprising to you guys they’re literally around each other so fucking much.” He tells them and Bill nods. “True, [Name] had even hinted to it. She definitely feels the same.” 

Gustav shakes his head, “Stay out of my love life. This conversation is not an invitation in it.” He warns them, and they all put their hands up. 

As they played games at the arcade, Tom was berated. Of course, getting hit on repeatedly by many girls but for some odd reason, he didn’t pursue any of them. It was something even Bill noticed. All the guys actually did. Watching each and every single one. 

As the hours passed by each other Bill couldn’t hold his tongue anymore so he finally spoke up. “You haven’t given any of them a real phone number, Tom.” The dreadheaded boy lifts his head up from his phone, acting confused about what his twin brother was saying.

“Don’t act stupid. 789-444-4433. That’s not even in Germany!” His hands flared up into the air. Georg and Gustav acted as if they weren’t listening as they continued to battle on the motorcycle races. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tom shrugged, entering his tokens into the machine.

Bill hacks up a laugh, throwing a hand over his mouth. “Are you being loyal to someone we don’t know about?” Tom fucks up on his game immediately losing, his eyes drag to the view of his brother. “What?”

“Not giving them your numbers, not wanting to fuck? Who are you and what have you done to my twin?” Bill says in disgust, not believing that his brother could actually be a gentleman and not want to fuck around for one night. Let alone the three weeks that it has been. “I’m spending time with you guys.” Tom shrugs once more, not giving much else. But it did give a distaste to Bill's mouth. There was no way that was his brother’s answer. 

“You really like [Name].” Bill whispers, Tom’s eyes widen. “What are you on, Bill?” 

“I’m so right.” His black hair shuddered with the rest of his body as he laughed loudly, his brother tried to shut him up but it was no use he wasn’t going to stop. “You know it’s okay to not hate her.” Georg lays a hand on Tom’s shoulder. “I do hate her!” Tom shoves him off of him. 

“Yeah, okay. And Gustav isn’t smitten with Johanna.” He laughs and Gustav makes a face, putting his hands up as he motions to why he was brought up into it. 

“I do.” He frowns, crossing his arms. “You’re trying to convince yourself  more than you’re trying us.” Gustav sighs, 

“She’s dating Jace, what does it matter how I feel?” He asks them.

“Like that’s going to last. Either she or he will end it. That’s when you swoop in and take care of her.” Bill proudly states. 

“Whatever.” Tom rolls his eyes.

They continued to play for the last ten minutes before meeting the girls at the bar. “So, you going to be nicer to her?” Bill asks a bit too loudly for Tom’s liking causing him to wince, cringing at his brother's words. “Shut up, Bill. We don’t talk about the arcade conversation.” He practically pleads with his eyes. His twin knows this and he has to stop his teasing. As much as he doesn’t want to he needs to let him figure out his own feelings. Along with [Name]. That definitely doesn’t mean he’s not going to give them a little push to help.

The night ended up going really good, [Name] changed into a black tank top and baggy sweatpants for the performance. Needing to look more edgy for her brand than what she was wearing. The brightness of it all would’ve been weird with the songs she sang. She placed on rings and jewelry that matched her liking for the music.

Not noticing Tom staring at her as she did what she was good at. She performed. Even for the little audience, she put on her best show. She always did. She was very humble, knowing she could do little for these people and still get paid the same she did more. She let everyone enjoy it the same.

Something even Tom couldn’t not fall for. 

He knew she wouldn’t want him after his words, but he was content in admiring her from afar. As long as he knew she was in a good relationship. He knew, deep down he knew he couldn’t make her happy. 

He screwed it up once with her and he wasn’t going to do it again.

And he was going to push her away to manage it. He knew she was in the hall. He knew she was listening. He said what he did to make her hate him. He was confusing her own feelings for Jace. Grabbing her arm before she went on the date was just to solidify the fact that she really did listen and by the look of her face he knew. 

He has succeeded.

He succeeded in making sure she got with Jace so it would hurt less than having to see her in any physical relations on the tour. All he has to hear about were the phone calls and the text messages they had with one another. He was okay with that.

But now that he had caught up with all of his feelings he couldn't get himself to not feel guilty every time a girl came up to him. It was like those words in the magazine made his mind think he had to be loyal to her.

He didn't mind listening to his heart. Being loyal to [Name] and being alone for the rest of this childish love he had for her.

What he didn't know was that day they ran errands was the beginning of [Name]'s uncomfortableness with their hatred. His words just made it harder for her to push forward in this story of love.

I'm back:) Still sick surprisingly. Don't know what is going on but this flu and whatever will not go away. But I pushed through to make a chapter. And I'm hoping to make more tonight. But don't be hopeful. This shit got me fucked.

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may i req sleepover fluff or early morning cuddles with billy batson? i just think your writing is really neat 🫶🫶

I’m glad you enjoy my writing! I hope you like this also because once again it’s a long one. 🦦

It was Darla’s idea that they should have a sleepover. Billy, however, felt indifferent towards the whole thing;

‘We all live under the same roof, how’s a sleepover going to make it any different?’ He said but if he knew Darla, he knew that she was more then adamant in making the sleepover happen. ‘Yeah but you can always invite y/n to join.’ She countered, smiling at how her brother visibly perked up at your name; unfortunately Darla wasn’t the only one to witness this.

‘I’m sure Billy will do just that as soon as we leave the room, just you wait.’ Freddy snickered as Billy nudged him harshly in the arm, hissing at him to ‘shut up’ whilst trying to conceal his embarrassment before being greeted by an expecting Darla. ‘Fine.’ He sighed, his hand going fishing in his Jean pocket for his phone for your contact as he caught Darla and Freddy giving each other a high five from the corner of his eye.

A smile gracing his lips at his siblings excitement, not wanting to admit to the sensation he felt that only grew at the aspect of you spending the night; a feeling that only grew tenfold when you agreed to the invite.

Not even halfway through the second movie, Darla had fallen asleep against your side, Whilst Freddy, Mary, Pedro and Eugene left for bed, leaving only you and Billy being the only participants of the supposed sleepover, to which Billy felt like it was a set up of sorts that he wasn’t privy to, especially with the cheeky look Freddy tossed him before he had left for their room. He didn’t exactly approve his family prying into his nonexistent love life but that didn’t mean the intentions behind it wasn’t warming to him.

Not when he knew how much of a supporter Darla was of you and him being together, so much so that she often tried in becoming a matchmaker for you both whenever you came over, but her plans always seemed to end in busts that were in no particular fault of her own; Billy just so happened to have a tendency of self sabotaging things for himself. Especially good things.

‘Should we take her to bed?’ You asked quietly, trying your hardest not to speak above a certain volume nor jostle as much in fear of waking the girl practically clinging to your side like a koala. Billy chuckled at the predicament you were in and made himself more comfortable on the couch, the movie -with fifteen minutes left of runtime- continued to play before an audience of none, seeing as how your attentions were more focused on the other then whether was being presented on screen. ‘Nah, I’d say she’s more then comfortable where she is.’ He responded, smirking at your deadpan expression.

‘Oh ha ha, you must believe yourself a comedian.’ You retorted, stilling all movement when you felt Darla shift in her sleep, it wasn’t until she nuzzled back into your side again where you let yourself heave a sigh of relief, which didn’t fail in making Billy chuckle. ‘Oh shut it you, chuckle fuck.’ You hissed, lightly snacking his knee that was pressed against your own. Something you hadn’t taken notice of until now…

We’re your knees always that close? If not then when?

‘Don’t let Darla hear you using that language y/n. You’ll become a bad influence.’ Billy teased, finding amusement in your frustration as you rather aggressively flipped him off in response. ‘I was being serious though, shouldn’t we get Darla to bed, I don’t want her to wake with a bad neck.’ You told him, looking over at the sleeping girl who was -at this point- too far into her slumber to be easily awoken by a sudden shift in movement. Billy looked passed you and at his sister, watching fondly as her hands were clutching to your shirt tightly as though you were her beloved plushie, before looking back to you as you looked down at Darla fondly; making sure the blanket you slipped over her form doesn’t falter and expose her to the chilly air of the room despite aching for sleep yourself. Feeling particularly nice tonight, Billy decided to cut you so lack and lend a hand.

‘Alright, I concede, let’s get this one to bed then shall we.’ He said as he hauled himself from the sofa, moving over to Darla’s side and began to gently pry her hands from your shirt, allowing them to cling to his shirt instead as he brought his arms underneath her legs and behind her back, before mentally counting down from three as he stood back to full height. Making his way towards the staircase Billy gave you one request before heading up. ‘Keep my seat warm for me will you.’

‘it’s the least I can do for my valiant hero.’ You sarcastically retorted.

By the time Billy returned from tucking Darla into bed, you were stretched out across the sofa, fast asleep and with the blanket covering the bottom half of your form. ‘I give you one task and you go ahead and fall asleep,’ he says to himself in faux annoyance, hands on his hips as he stood by the sofa, ‘typical.’ He softly tutted but instead of going to bed himself, Billy decided to join you on the sofa, fatigue quickly catching up to him as he laid his head on the armrest as sleep soon encapsulated him.

The next morning, Freddy and Darla found you and Billy snuggled up on the sofa. They proceeded to share another high five.