#bobby wins without hesitation

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

idk if you're still doing these but how do you think the animorphs would do against the original X-Men?

[Obligatory joke about the X-Men having an advantage because they cloned Jake to make Bobby.]

Animorphs Advantages

Trust in leadership. Full offense to Scott, but he can be bossy and overbearing to the point where it causes infighting. Jake's team will not hesitate to go up against impossible odds at his command, and basically never questions his orders in the heat of battle.

Flight hours. Warren might outweigh Tobias by a good 200 pounds, but he doesn't spend literally 15+ hours a day 7 days a week flying around hunting. And Tobias gets very good at taking out bigger opponents like David's golden eagle or the helmacron ship.

Adaptability. The Animorphs can survive in most environments most of the time, and are nigh unkillable. Jean can be taken out by a rock to the head. Scott can be taken out by a rock to Jean's head.

X-Men Advantages

Coordinated attacks. They can and do hit their enemies from multiple fonts at once: Warren goes high while Hank goes low, Jean goes mental as Bobby goes physical, so on. The Animorphs' weapons are all variations on hitting or stabbing their enemies up close.

Sheer raw power. Scott can punch a hole in a mountain. Jean may or may not be able to destroy entire planets. Bobby can make an entire city in the time it takes Scott to level one.

The fact that they actually go to school. Hank's obviously the one with the big advantage over the C- average high school dropouts, but Scott, Bobby, and Jean are also smart enough to be teachers in some continuities.

Animorphs Disadvantages

Distance. This is always their drawback, but they only have melee attacks. Scott, Jean, and Bobby can all attack from half a mile away.

Leaky communication. A ton of their strategy depends on being able to talk to each other without their enemies hearing. Even if they figure out that Jean can hear every word they're saying, they're going to be massively hampered by their inability to talk privately during battles.

X-Men Disadvantages

Compassion. Assuming that this is winner-take-all no-holds-barred fight, the X-Men will not only hesitate to kill, but are likely to stop fighting if one of their own is killed. The Animorphs have no such pangs of conscience, or at least don't let those stop them.

Lack of control. All of them are, to some extent, afraid of their own powers or hesitant to use them. You don't see Rachel beating herself up about what'd happen if she let the beast win or got too much phoenix power.

Conclusion: I'm giving this one to the mutants. Sorry, morphers.

#animorphs #x-men #all-new x-men #a v. x #cavemen vs. astronauts #uncanny x-men #me? spend 400+ words dunking on scott summers? it's more likely than you think #also - apologies for any errors in x-men minutiae #i haven't actually read most of all-new x-men or anything else with the core 5 #i still love brian michael bendis; i just abhor jean/scott so much that i straight-up cannot read them #they are my lifelong NOtp

[floralcyanide]

ʙᴏʙʙʏ's ɢɪʀʟ

(joe rantz x fem!reader)

Joe has a major crush on you, but you're Bobby's girl. Or so he thinks.

✣ warnings: cursing, mentions of fighting

✣ word count: 1.4k

✣ author’s note: I wish I had more time to work on this, but I've been busy with work, and a friend has been in town so ): I will definitely post more Joe though. hopefully it'll be better quality lol I just wasn't sure of what to write for Joe specifically so this is sort of a brain dump.

masterlist | divider credit: @cafekitsune

Joe Rantz has a major crush on you, but you’re Bobby’s girl- or that’s what he thought. 

The first time Joe sees you is when the team meets Bobby, their new coxswain. You had tagged along as you followed Bobby everywhere he went, as he did you. The two of you were as thick as thieves. It made Joe a little jealous because he thought you were attractive, and Bobby didn’t seem like the type to have a girl on his arm all the time. Don’t get him wrong, Joe respects Bobby. But he seemed more focused on other things rather than dating. Joe watched you that whole day when his attention wasn’t on rowing. As the weeks of practice continued, the more the boys got to know you. Plus, the more they improved, the more you cheered them on. You took pride in getting the boys in the boat to do better than before. And the more you pushed them from the dock, much like Bobby did in his seat, the more they showed out for you, especially Joe. Joe would catch you smiling at him, and he’d smile back but would quickly recover. You’re Bobby’s girl.

After the team’s first win, you’re glued to Bobby’s side at the celebratory party. Joe tries to keep his eyes off you and your stunning outfit but fails most of the night. At one point, you separate from Bobby to converse with Don and Chuck for a little while. Then, you find Joe, who is tucked away in the back of the gymnasium. He quickly looked away from you, not to give himself away.

“Enjoying the party?” you ask, nursing your punch glass.

“Not really my scene,” Joe shrugs.

“Oh,” you nod, “What is your scene, then?”

“The library, usually. Or the boat, of course.”

“I’d say so. You’re great at rowing. I love watching you all.”

Joe blushes at that, “I’m glad.”

Suddenly, Bobby pulls the needle off the record player on stage, forcibly introducing Don as the live music for the night. You and Joe watch, amused, as the boys shove Don across the stage and to the piano bench. Don dug his heels into the stage floor the best he could, to no avail. He nervously looks out at the crowd before beginning to play. 

“Wanna dance?” you ask Joe.

He hesitates for a moment before answering, “Sure.”

The two of you dance along to the music, singing along as well. Joe tries not to let himself get too deep in his head about how close you are to him. You sense this, trying not to get too handsy despite your inner desire to. You leave room between the two of you for it to be casual. When the song ends, you kiss Joe on the cheek and go to find Bobby. Joe’s cheek burns the rest of the night as he reaches up to brush his fingers across it a few times. He wanted to make sure what had happened was real.

Bobby encourages you to tag along with the team to the East Coast. This race was significant for the boys and would throw them off if you weren’t there. Bobby especially- Joe even more. On the train there, you sit with Bobby. You’re mid-conversation about the paper he’s reading when suddenly, Joe lunges at Chuck. You hurry to stand from your seat and pull them apart, following Joe to the other side of the train when he hurries away from the group.

You stand there momentarily as Joe catches his breath, his face beet red.

“What was that all about?”

Joe brushes you off, not making eye contact. You sigh and sit next to him.

“Chuck probably didn’t mean it like that, Joe,” you put a hand on his shoulder, “Even if he did, you know his jokes are shit anyway.”

Joe cracks a smile at that, glancing over at you without moving his head, “Yeah.”

Before you can say anything else, Chuck comes to apologize, and you get up and leave them to it. When you return to your seat, Bobby is smirking knowingly.

“What?” you ask, already knowing what’s gonna come out of his mouth.

“Nothing,” Bobby says, returning his eyes to the paper he was still reading.

“Just say it,” you sigh.

“You guys should kiss already.”

You snort, “I don’t think Joe likes me like that, Bobby.”

“It’s so obvious,” Bobby slams his paper down on his lap, “He’s so obvious, you’re so obvious. Just get together!”

But of course, it’s not that easy. Joe keeps his distance, so you keep yours out of respect for him. 

Securing the win to head to the Olympics meant preparing to go to Berlin. So, training and practice is never-ending. The stress is, too, and it bleeds into you and Bobby’s usually chill dynamic.

Everyone had already left the gymnasium except Joe one day after strenuous practice. He decided to piddle around for a little while. He had nowhere else to be, anyway. Joe sees you and Bobby getting into it by the boat and hangs back to eavesdrop.

“You have got to get your head in the game, Bobby! Stop worrying about everything else and keep your focus on the team.”

“It’s kind of hard when he’s making mistakes because he can’t stop thinking about you. It’s becoming a problem, and I think you need to fix it.”

Joe’s ears perk up at that. He couldn’t possibly be talking about him, right? That’s when you shove Bobby into the water. You wish he’d realize it isn’t that easy to solve.

Bobby resurfaces, pushing his hair from his eyes, “You bitch!” he squeaks in shock.

You start laughing like a maniac at his expression, and Joe is left wondering what is really going on between you and Bobby.

“What’s going on here?” Joe steps out, walks to the dock, and offers Bobby a hand from the water.

“Typical sibling banter,” you wave Joe off.

“Sibling?”

“Yeah,” you say, “I’m Bobby’s adopted sister.”

Joe’s face is one of shock. Bobby is behind the blonde, keeping him from throwing you into the water next. 

“Makes sense now,” Joe chuckles, blocking Bobby, “If I were you, I’d skedaddle.”

You make a run for the gymnasium quickly, Bobby trailing just a little behind. Joe shakes his head, relieved that you aren't Bobby’s girl. From then on, he paid more attention during practice now that he wasn’t plagued with thoughts of you and Bobby together.

The Olympics come quickly, and you’re nearly as nervous as Bobby. Berlin is an interesting sight, considering every surface is covered in Nazi propaganda. You can sense Bobby’s nervousness about it and try your best to ease him. Being someone of Jewish descent in a place like this was not easy. Don isn’t doing too well health-wise when you all arrive and skips out on the opening ceremony. You watch the USA walk with pride from the stands, your eyes on Joe the whole time.

You’re a ball of nerves during the qualifying race, but of course, that goes away when Bobby pulls his magic stunt, and the boys win yet again, making an Olympic record.  You’re beyond proud and can’t wait for how they compete for Gold.

The day comes for the final race, and when Bobby starts off delayed, your heart jumps out of your body. You’re on pins and needles the whole time, urging the boys to push. When the results of who won aren’t immediately apparent, you hold your breath and hope and pray, even, that your boys won. And sure enough, the USA takes the gold. You shoot up from your seat, cheering louder than anyone else around. When you finally are able to meet up with the team, you slam into Bobby full force in a bone-crushing hug.

When you pull away, Joe immediately approaches you and wraps his arms around you. 

“You did it!” you grin. 

“We did it,” Joe smiles, “But we couldn’t have done it without you and Bobby.”

You and Joe stare at each other momentarily, and Joe seems to be deep in thought about something. 

“Just kiss me, Joe,” you blurt, your arms still around his neck.

Joe throws caution to the wind and kisses you in front of the whole world, finally able to breathe with you pressed against him. The boys cheer, and Bobby stands there with his arms crossed, shaking his head with a smile. Finally, you have taken your leap of faith. But you were a stubborn Moch, after all.

#joe rantz #the boys in the boat #joe rantz x reader #joe rantz x you #joe rantz x y/n #joe rantz fanfiction #joe rantz fanfic #joe rantz fic #joe rantz imagine #the boys in the boat fanfiction #the boys in the boat fanfic #callum turner #callum turner x reader #callum turner fanfiction #callum turner fanfic #callum turner fic #callum turner imagine #floralcyanide writes

[withahappyrefrain]

Idk if someone has requested this already for your bingo prompts but jumping onto the bandwagon and requesting arranged marriage for reader and mob boss peter (can I also request a slight age difference and reader being terrified of what her husband does)

I like to think I added a nice twist to the whole "arranged marriage" trope.

Warnings: reader has a crappy family, some violence, mention of abuse

You stared ahead as your mother applied blush on your face. The itchy fabric of the dress she insisted on you wearing was digging into your skin. You desperately wished to yank out the bobby pins digging into your scalp.

Instead, you stayed still as she made you 'presentable'.

"Remember, don't say a word unless he asks you. Last thing we need is that mouth of yours ruining our one chance."

How do you pay a hitman to take care of your debts when you have no money?

You offer him a wife as payment.

In a way, you were glad Peter Parker wanted to see you before agreeing to marry you. Though it didn't make you feel less like some animal on display.

Your mother's hand on your arm yanked you out of your thoughts.

"Did you hear me? You better listen when he talks, men hate a woman who doesn't listen."

Of course, they just want a doll, not a wife. You fought back the snide comment. Your family had been tense about this meeting for the past few days. Snarky comments wouldn't help.

It was a double win for them. They'd get rid of their debt and of you.

"It's the best I can do," your mother sighed, "Tell him she's ready."

Your eyes fixated on the gaudy artwork your father insisted on hanging in his office. In a way, you were thankful that they told you this news the night before.

It gave you the chance to cry into your pillow until you fell asleep. Now a numb, empty feeling resided within you.

Was it such a shock that they would hand you over to a man so easily capable of being cruel and violent?

It shouldn't, given their annoyance towards your whole existence.

"You'll finally be useful. He's needed a new wife anyways, it's been three years since his first one died."

The door opened, yet your eyes still remained on the stupid artwork. They remained on it even when a long, lean torso clad in well tailored dress pants and a button up stood in front of you.

Long, ring-adorned fingers hooked themselves around your chin, forcing your head to tilt upwards until you made eye contact with your potential husband.

Peter Parker was handsome, you'll give him that. But his amber eyes were hardened and looked devoid of emotion. Not that you expected much from someone who made themselves known for being able to quickly and efficiently commit violent acts.

He tilted your head to the side, his lips tightly drawn together as he inspected you.

You tried to keep your face neutral, to not show any emotion. Partly so if this deal went sour, your parents couldn't cast (as much) blame onto you. Partly because you didn't want him to think you were scared.

You hoped he couldn't see that your hands were shaking.

"Stand." His voice was deep, laced with a Queens accent.

Hesitation filled you, until your eyes made contact with the death glare your mother was sending you.

And so you stood, albeit slowly. You already knew he was older than you, but the fact you didn't even come up to his chin made you feel like a child.

Perhaps that would deter him.

Instead, he chuckled, "You're so little."

You couldn't help but look down, your hands fidgeting with the hem of your dress.

This time you felt all of Peter's hands as they cupped your jawline, his fingers reaching the back of your neck. Your gaze was brought back to his face, his brow knitted in concentration as he studied yours.

"Pretty eyes," he muttered, "You talk?"

"When I want to," you whispered without thinking. Great, you blew it. He'd reject the offer and your family would actually have a valid reason to hate you and-

"And a sense of humor! I'll take her," He told your parents, as if you were some cut of meat and they were the butcher's at the local deli.

His hands dropped from your face as he turned to your parents, "Gotta get the place ready. I can take her Wednesday."

Pretty eyes and a sense of humor. That was all Peter Parker needed to determine you would make a suitable wife.

He didn't even attempt to have a conversation with you. That was what sealed the deal. He just wanted a warm body to fuck and birth his children. And while he found delight in your sense of humor now, that certainly wouldn't be the case later.

Sure, life with your family wasn't great. But what was the point of trading one hell for another?

So you ran. Or tried to.

You barely made it to the gate of your family's house when you heard yelling. You attempted to begin to climb up the gate when a large hand grabbed your ankle, pulling you down.

A curse fell from the lips of one of your father’s henchmen as you kicked, freeing you briefly. For a moment, you thought you had a chance. That perhaps a higher power did exist and took pity on you.

How stupid of you.

Another pair of arms grabbed your waist. You used all your strength to try to free yourself. Just when you thought you had a chance, you felt a rag cover your mouth. 

Despite the sweet smell that flooded your nostrils, your body surged with panic. It became difficult to fight back, having to use all your strength just to jerk back your wrist. 

And still, it wasn't enough. The rough material of rope dug into your skin. 

You don't know when you closed your eyes, but the last thing you recalled hearing was "Let's give Parker an early wedding gift."

Despite years of no one listening to you, you still managed to mumble a weak "No.

Not that it mattered. It never did. 

—----------------------

Rough hands grabbed your arms, pulling you up from the car seat. Your body was slow to react, though that didn't stop you from trying to resist. 

The rag placed in your mouth made it next to impossible to scream, though it didn't prevent you from making such an attempt. 

An elbow jabbed you in the ribs, causing you to bend over in pain. 

"No wonder your folks want to get rid of you." 

The men dragged you into a huge house that had nearly all of the lights turned off. 

You tried to fight back, tried to wrangle yourself out of their grip. But they held on tight, practically dragging you through the house into you came into a study. 

Hands shoved you hard, pushing you onto the floor, the marble bruising your knees. 

You looked up to find Peter Parker sitting on the couch. 

What a pathetic site you were. You could feel the mascara that had stained your cheeks, your body bruised and beaten from your attempts of escaping. 

"What the fuck is going on?" He asked, sounding angry. That didn't shock you, he did say that he would be ready to take you in two days. 

Now he was getting you early. 

"Boss saw her trying to escape. Said to get her and bring her over to you," one of your father's men explained. 

He nodded his head as he stood up, walking over to you. You stared at the floor, too ashamed of yourself to look at him. 

"Her family says she's all yours." The other man mentioned. 

It shouldn't have shocked you that your family would be willing to give you away to a violent man without any regards to your well-being.  But it still stung. 

This time you couldn't even wipe away your tears. 

"They wanna know when you'll hold up your end of the deal," one of the men said to Peter. 

Peter didn't respond. Instead, he kneeled down, his hands reaching to cup your face. The cool metal of his rings felt soothing against your hot, tear-stained face. 

His eyes examined you. First your face, then the rest of your body. His amber eyes hardened upon seeing the bruises and marks on you, a scowl forming on his face. 

"Hello? Parker, you got an answer or not?" 

"Wednesday. Like I said I would," He replied without looking at them, his eyes still on you. 

"Enjoy your new wife. Good luck with this one," they scoffed. 

"Take the back way, Miles will show you," Peter leaned in, his lips hovering over your ear. 

"You're safe now." 

No you weren't. Your parents just handed you over to a man who had killed with his bare hands. Not only that, but they showed him exactly what they thought of you, letting him know the level of treatment they expected from him towards you was low. 

Peter's hands moved towards the rope that bounded your arms and hands together, making quick work of removing them. 

"They're not gonna fucking touch you after that," he muttered. 

You stared at him in confusion. 

Suddenly a gunshot rang out, clearly coming from inside the house. Then another. 

From a distance, you could hear the voices of your father's men, yelling out in agony. 

Two more shots quickly silenced them. 

Peter's hands moved up to your face, removing the rag your mouth had been gagged with. 

You stared at him. You should run. You could run now, thanks to him removing the ropes. Why would he do that? 

Wouldn't he want his wife tied up, nice and pliant? Or did he get some sick, twisted pleasure from the idea of you putting up a fight against him? A fight he would win in an instant. 

"W-why did you do that?" Was all you could ask. 

"So that way when your family finds their bodies on their doorstep, they know not to bother me about why I haven't offed Craven to take care of their debt," He explained, as if it was clear as day. 

He held his hand out for you. All you could do was stare in horror at the man in front of you. 

"I need to check the burn marks you got from the rope. There's better lighting in the library." As if that should be enough to convince you. 

He kneeled down, his hands reaching towards you. You tried to move away, a shriek beginning to fall from your lips.

One of Peter's ringed hands quickly clamped over your mouth, his body pinning yours to the ground. 

This was it. He'd seen you disobey him and now he would put you in your place. 

"Look, I know it's hard to believe, but you're safer with me. I just made sure those lowlifes you call 'family' don't ever bother you again. Running away is probably the dumbest choice you could make right now." Peter's voice was firm and gruff, sending shudders throughout your body. 

You could only stare back at him, the events of today finally catching up to your mental state. 

That was when his eyes softened. He removed his hand from your mouth, his long fingers gently stroking the sides of your face. 

"You're safe here. Let me help you," He whispered. 

His eyes looked gentle, never leaving you as he pushed himself off of your body, extending out a hand. 

Shaking, you raised yours, taking it. 

You didn't trust him. 

But Peter Parker was right. As for now, he was your only option. 

Which is how you found yourself in his library. A first aid kit adorned the marble coffee table as Peter was on his knees, inspecting your injuries. 

"It's minor," you said softly, watching him apply an antibiotic cream to a burn on your arm. 

"This isn't minor," He responded, shaking his head. 

"I've had worse," you said, shrugging. 

It wasn't until he looked up at you with a frown on his face and those soft eyes that you realized the weight behind your words. 

You didn't need his pity. You had done just fine without it. 

"Why did you pick me? As your wife?" You then asked, wanting to distract him and yourself from your previous words. 

A small smile crept on his face, like he had heard an inside joke, "You're smart, pretty clever, and nice. Not to mention beautiful." 

You crossed your arms, "You got all of that from a five minute meeting?" 

Peter shook his head as he put away the first aid kit, "I knew that before we met. I know a lot more than you think, lamb." 

How dare he make assumptions and act like he was your savior in all of this? He was just as much as responsible for you being in this situation as your parents. And to practically admit he had seen you before? Was that supposed to make you feel better? 

You were about to question him when you were interrupted. 

"Daddy?" A small voice called out. 

You looked up to the doorway. Standing there, was a small child who couldn't have been older than three. She had curly dark brown hair and bright blue eyes that were still full of sleep. Clad in a long nightgown while holding onto a stuffed elephant, she looked out of place in the elegant library. 

Peter gave you a knowing look before getting up to walk over to the small child. 

"What'cha doing up lovebug? Was it too loud?" He asked softly, kneeling down. 

She nodded her head, still rubbing her eyes with one hand while the other clutched her stuffed animal. 

"I'm sorry bug. Those men who were being loud are gone now and they won't come back," He said as he picked her up, a large hand rubbing her back. 

It wasn't the fact that Peter Parker had a child that was shocking. 

"Sophie?" Her eyes looked up at the sound of her name, meeting yours. 

It was the fact that you knew her. 

The little girl who you had been made to watch when you and your mother visited Betty Brandt. Betty wanted the little girl out of her hair, your mom wanted you out of sight. 

So you two spent time together, reading stories and exploring the gardens. The small child had taken to you. 

The last words she said to you from several days ago rang in your head. 

"Daddy says I'm going to get a new mommy soon!" Sophie explained. 

You smiled at her news. Her father was involved in the business, though no one ever seem to know his name. 

"That's wonderful Sophie! I bet she's so excited to be your new Mommy!" Secretly, you were praying that would be the case. The last thing this sweet girl needed was someone who wouldn't even try to love her. 

"I saw a star last night and made a wish on who I want to be my new Mommy! But I can't tell ya 'cause it won't come true if I do!" 

You had just laughed at her words and went back to tending to the garden.

The call of your name pulled you out of the haze surrounding your thoughts. Somehow, Sophie had gotten out of Peter's arms and was crawling up the couch, into your lap. 

"My wish came true! You're my new Mama!" 

Your stomach lurched, your hands shaking. And yet, when you looked down to see that big smile on her face and saw how the corners of her eyes crinkled, you couldn't find it in your heart to show any disdain. 

So instead, you gave her a small smile as you pushed a curl out of her face, "Your wish came true." 

"Sophie, you wanna show Mama your bedroom? We can read you a story," Peter suggested. You looked up, your eyes meeting his. 

A small smile adorned his face. He had caught you. Was this his plan all along? To trap you?

It was easy to assume the worst in Peter Parker, given all the stories you heard. 

But you also heard the stories Sophie told you about her 'Daddy'. The one who read her a story every night, who played cowboys and tea parties with her. Who made the best spaghetti "in the whole wide world!" 

The way he kneeled down to soothe Sophie when she first walked in matched up with those stories. 

Could you be safe here? 

"C'mon Mama!" Sophie tugged on your hand. You smiled, standing up and letting her show you the way. 

A large hand placed itself on the small of your back. You turned your head to find that Peter was now walking beside you. 

"After she shows you her bedroom, I can show you yours," He said softly. 

"Mine?" Your brows knitted in confusion. Surely he meant his bedroom. 

He nodded his head, "Figured you'd want your own." 

You stopped, only able to stare at him. Peter offered a gentle smile in return as the hand on your back applied a slight amount of pressure, reminding you to keep walking. 

All your life you felt like you were on edge, always ready for the worse to happen. 

That feeling hadn't gone away, but for right now, it was dull. 

You were still determined to figure out Peter Parker. The man was going to be your husband after all. 

And despite his methods, despite all the stories you heard, it was possible that he did care about you.

#my writing #Abby's 3K celebration #Peter Parker AU #Peter Parker imagine #mob!peter parker #tasm fanfiction #spiderman Au #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker imagine #tasm peter x you #tasm peter x reader #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader

[cloudycaffeinatedcryptid]

You have to fight each of the counselors in one on one combat. Who do you win against, who do you lose against, and why?

now THIS is a question i can get behind, thank you, okay

Laura kicks my fucking ass. I barely get my fists up & she's broken two of my bones & drawn a gun. she wins struggles with old ppl, a fucking cop, & her werewolf boyfriend, I dont stand a chance. also I'm too busy swooning over her to notice her foot flying towards my teeth

i would, unfortunately, suplex Abi with minimal hesitation, & if i could get one good throat punch in, i think i could take out Jacob's knees. ily Jacob, rip your kneecaps. also Max? im so sorry but that puppy dog FOLDS. & like slmccl & co pointed out in stream - he never does sit ups. i could kick him in the stomach & he's down for the count

me v. Ryan entirely depends on how reluctant HE is to fight ME. if he's grappling with his morality, i can get behind him & it's game over. but if he's as set on this fight as I am, I do sadly think he's strong enough to flatten me. also he has a little sister? my tricks won't work on him, he's prolly used to her launching at him

i do think Emma would probably kill me. she keeps herself safe throughout most of the game (conditionally) & she doesn't let the hunters take her. her stamina is unreal & sometimes her feats of strength in game make me uhhhh question things. either way - she could prolly deck me so hard my neck breaks & id thank her

after a lot of thought, i think my fights with both Kaitlyn & Dylan would end in a coin toss - altho arguably I think I stand more of a chance against Dylan. he's so tall. I can trip his lanky ass. i can win. Kaitlyn, however, is about my size & prolly pretty fast. but she can also get grabbed by Bobby without putting up much of a fight & she can get done in pretty brutally by wolfies at the end of the game. we'll go ten minutes of fisticuffs, beating the shit out of each other, & then shed prolly kick in my ankles. still love her tho

Nick is a freak with slow reflexes. I'm taking his throat out with my teeth as we speak.

#sorry nick ily <3 #but its true #thank you for this ask 😭 #i love imaginary violence againat my beloveds #put me in the ring plz #ryan would take my glasses & that would be mean :( #the quarry #ask moth

[thewideawakechronicles]

(7/?) (this is taking too long i'm crying-)

(Thank you, Medic, please continue talking sense)

(bless you, Void, reasoning wasn't really gonna work, but I suppose you and Camy are avid pacifists)

(Oh, another award-winning smile! Surely, the smile of someone who feels cornered and threatened, doesn't know what to do, and is prolly about to see her partner die)

(Bam. Bobby gets shot. (That was me, by the way. I don't take that back.) I'm sorry for hurting Bobby, but I would do it again if I had to. It's basically a game of priorities. You need to have them in check. Bobby wouldn't bat an eye to having someone half-dead (example, Frankie, even if he wasn't, girl wouldn't hesitate) if it meant keeping Hoppy safe. In that same motion, Bobby can live with a burn if it means Frankie is freed and can receive medical care)

(Oh hey, it worked (hi Camy, you're late, we're terrorizing the lesbians/j))

(No, Void, we're not here to attack, but it's already far past that part and we physically couldn't free Frankie otherwise. (I mean- sure, Medic could've prolly have changed forms and done something, or Void could've used one of their many weapons (highly unlikely since pacifism, but still), or anon Smith could've tackled Bobby and wrestled her off of Frankie (which I vaguely recall you saying you'd be able to do to Noah, when he was high, who was bigger and more violent than Bobby. Why didn't you? You said later that you fully believed Anon Smith could take Bobby into a fight, why didn't you?) (I won't include Camy, because she explicitly said she didn't want to fight anyone))

(The thing is, everyone was taking too long, and the more "rounds" we had trying to get Bobby off without touching her = the worse Frankie's condition would be later. If you're gonna be upset I went ahead and did it, then I might as well remind you that:

the damage Bobby suffered <<<< the damage Frankie suffered.)

(Yes. Thank you, Medic)

(Don't even need to comment on this)

(👁️👁️)

(y/n allert 🚨/j)

Guess the glove is gone now. But really, even if you try anything now (no apologies?), you've already ruined your chances long ago (Would you like to offer a better solution rather than shooting flares? Did you have a better plan? I'd love to hear It)

( 👁 )

[ashbrat488]

Foul Play - Chapter 32

Millicent planted a kiss on Henry's lips just before he headed off to play his final game. "Good luck, Henry," she whispered with a supportive smile.

Henry beamed, nodding enthusiastically. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he held her hands in his, gently tracing his thumbs along her skin. "I have something exciting to talk to you about after the game," he said, leaning in to whisper. "Well, two exciting things. But we'll talk later. Go sit down."

She nodded, her heart filled with anticipation. Millicent pressed one more kiss to his cheek before reluctantly turning away to find her seat. As she moved through the crowd, she accidentally collided with someone, causing her to take a step back in surprise. It was Ben, wearing a grimace on his face.

"What are you doing here?" Millicent asked, her tone less than welcoming.

"I came to watch the game," Ben replied, his bloodshot eyes locking onto her.

Before the situation could escalate, a security guard stepped in and grabbed Ben's arm. Darren intervened, standing firm between Ben and his daughter. "You're not allowed on campus. Leave now, or I'll call the police."

Millicent sighed in relief as Ben was escorted away. She mumbled, "Thanks, Dad," as he guided her towards the stands where Abby was already sitting with her boyfriend, Bobby.

"Dad, you remember Abby; this is her boyfriend, Bobby," Millicent introduced.

Bobby extended his hand, offering a friendly smile. "It's nice to meet you, sir."

"Darren is fine," her father replied with a warm smile before taking a seat beside Millicent as she settled next to Abby.

Millicent gazed out at the field as the game began, her heart filled with a mixture of excitement and nerves. Her attention was soon drawn to her left as a few more people arrived and took their seats behind her. Her eyes widened in pleasant surprise as she spotted Henry's parents and two of his brothers.

"You came!" Millicent exclaimed with a delighted grin.

Marianne nodded, returning the smile as Colin placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Yeah. Thanks for reminding us. Henry told us about it a while ago, but I have to admit, I forgot when it was."

Millicent waved off any concerns. "All that matters is that you're here now." She turned back to the field, her heart swelling with happiness. She caught Henry's gaze, and he acknowledged his family's presence with a hand over his heart, pointing towards Millicent before refocusing on the game.

***

Raindrops fell from the sky as the clock ticked down towards the end of the game. The tension in the air was palpable as the ball was thrown to Henry, who stood just meters from the try zone. Millicent and the other spectators leaped to their feet, their voices a chorus of excitement and anticipation. With a swift, determined movement, Henry made the winning goal, bringing the game to a thrilling conclusion. Millicent couldn't contain her joy, jumping up and down and clapping her hands together in celebration.

As the final whistle blew, Millicent turned to look at her father, who was standing nearby. He smiled warmly and pulled her into a tight hug, his pride evident. "Go on down there," he encouraged.

With a surge of excitement, she hesitated only briefly before making her way onto the rain-soaked field. Henry, the hero of the match, stood waiting for her. Without a moment's hesitation, he scooped her up into his arms. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, her heart pounding with exhilaration. In a joyful whirlwind, he spun her around, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss as the rain poured down around them. For that moment, the world faded away, and they were the only two souls on that rain-soaked field.

Eventually, Henry set her back on her feet, his eyes filled with adoration. "I'm so proud of you, Henry," Millicent beamed.

"Thank you, Shortcake," he replied, his voice filled with emotion. He glanced behind her and called out, "Nigel!"

Turning around, she saw Nigel rushing toward them, carrying something in his hand. Henry took the object and, much to her astonishment, dropped to one knee, opening the box that Nigel had given him. Her gasp was audible as she gazed at the stunning white gold ring, adorned with diamonds and crowned by a rose gold rose, perfectly matching the earrings and necklace he had previously given her.

"Millicent Alison Bailey," Henry began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "I plan to spend my entire life making sure you know how much I love you. That is, if you'll marry me?"

Overwhelmed with happiness, Millicent chuckled through joyful tears, nodding enthusiastically. She extended her left hand, her heart racing with excitement, as Henry slipped the exquisite ring onto her finger. "Of course, I will!"

Henry jumped to his feet, pulling her into a tight embrace and capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. When they finally parted, he set her gently back on her feet, their smiles radiating pure joy. "I have to get cleaned up. I'll meet you at my car?"

Millicent nodded, giving him another quick kiss before turning to find her father engaged in conversation with Henry's parents. She approached them, her hand held high for everyone to see. "Dad..."

Darren turned his attention to Millicent, his eyes immediately drawn to her hand as she proudly displayed her engagement ring. He asked, "Are you happy?"

A wide, excited grin spread across Millicent's face. "I couldn't be happier."

Darren planted a loving kiss on her head while Henry's parents extended their congratulations. "We'll meet you back home," Darren suggested. "I'll order food, and we can all talk."

Millicent nodded enthusiastically, her smile never fading. "Yeah, of course. I'll wait here for Henry."

***

Millicent made her way toward Henry's car, eager to see him after the thrilling game and the beautiful engagement proposal. However, her joy turned to apprehension when she saw Ben waiting there. She sighed, crossing her arms protectively over her chest, maintaining a cautious distance from him.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice laced with discomfort.

"I was waiting for Henry. What are you doing?" Ben replied, taking a step toward her. Millicent instinctively moved to her right, increasing the gap between them.

"I'm waiting for Henry. Just give it up already, Ben. Haven't you done enough damage?" Millicent retorted, exasperated.

"No!" Ben's voice escalated, causing Millicent to flinch slightly. She turned to walk away, but he followed, continuing his tirade. "You guys took everything from me. Just a few months from graduation, and now I'll never get my degree or be accepted anywhere else."

Millicent rolled her eyes, irritated by his self-pitying attitude. "You raped me and left me on the lawn of my father's house. You deserve everything you got."

Fueled by anger, Ben grabbed her left wrist, his grip firm and threatening. Millicent forcefully tore her arm away, but before the situation could escalate further, Henry arrived on the scene, positioning himself protectively between Ben and Millicent.

"Ben, go away," Henry demanded firmly.

Ben took a step back, his face contorted with a malevolent smirk. "Oh, you guys think you'll get married and live happily ever after?" he scoffed, eying the engagement ring on Millicent's hand.

Millicent was about to respond when everything unfolded in a blur. She saw the blade in Ben's hand and pushed Henry out of the way just in time to feel a searing pain in her side. She looked down, her vision swimming as she saw the dark red blood staining her clothes. Chaos erupted around her as she fell into Henry's arms, the world closing in as darkness overtook her.

Chapter 33

#henry cavill au #henry cavill xofc #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill

[eclecticmuses]

How You Get The Boy

Author: @eclecticmuses​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ Rating: Explicit Chapters: 11 Relationships/Characters: Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Skye/Daisy Johnson, Alphonso “Mack” Mackenzie, Bobbi Morse, Lance Hunter, Phil Coulson, Melinda May, Grant Ward, Robert Gonzales, Anne Weaver, Antoine Triplett Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Drama, Romance, Angst, Humor, Explicit Sexual Content, Pining, Friends to Lovers Summary: When Jemma returns from her undercover assignment at Hydra, she has to grapple with the fact that her relationship with Fitz has irrevocably changed–for the worse. But is all lost? Does Fitz no longer love her? Jemma devises a surefire plan to win Fitz’s affection back for good–but it doesn’t always go as planned. A season 2 AU.

Excerpt from Chapter 5:

The mission was spiraling out of control faster than Jemma could keep up. Trip had gone back down into the tunnels to search for Skye against her protests, Fitz’s as well, and shortly afterward a deep rumbling had swelled up from the bowels of the city. It was better than explosions, at least—that meant they’d de-armed them all—but the shaking only grew worse until the very walls around them shook and dust sifted down from the ceiling. Jemma felt unsteady on her feet. All triumphant thoughts of her earlier success with working with Fitz had fled. Now there was only fear. Was this a real earthquake?

“What’s happening?” she called to Fitz over the increasingly loud rumbling.

“I don’t know, but—” Their equipment cases toppled over and debris fell from the ceiling. Looking around, Fitz held out his arms to her and frantically gestured for her to come closer. Jemma went without hesitation, and he took her hand and pulled her to the closest doorway, where the old stones were reinforced by wooden beams. “Here,” Fitz shouted over the din, and wrapped both his arms around her to pull her close beneath the doorway.

Read the rest on AO3!

#Agents of SHIELD #Fitzsimmons #Leo Fitz #Jemma Simmons #eclecticfic #fs season 2 au #happy Tuesday!

[garebearandnan]

LITG | S2 EP05 Pt3 | Beer Pong

Iain Stirling: It’s beer pong time. And that beer contains as much alcohol  as my chances are if I strolled into the Villa with my top off - absolutely zero.

Gary points to the beer pong table set up on the lawn. "Help me set up the cups."

You smiled brightly at him, almost challengingly. "Sure. You realise you're not going to win against me?"

"Pfft." Gary blows out and says, "You're in for a treat, darlin’. Nan and I have had a few rounds of beer pong in our time."

You smirk, "How many times has she won?"

"We don't need to speak about that," Gary teases.

"Let's play beer pong!" Gary shouted.

Bobby exclaims excitedly, “Beer Pong!” He pumps his arm in the air. “This is my kind of game.”

They all cheer. You hear the others say, “Mine too!” “I’m here for it!”

Hope grabbed Noah’s hand as she pulled him towards the lawn. “Let’s go, let’s go! I’m ready to play!”

They began beer pong, with Rocco going first against Grace. “Gimme the ball. I’ll kick us off,” Rocco says loudly.

"Oh, it's game on," Grace replied with a wide smile.

“Line it up and shoot,” Gary coaches softly from behind him. Rocco takes his shot. He bounced the white ball, and it sank into one of the cups. The boys cheered every time they made it in and they would high-fiving each other or playfully jostling one another. "Way to go, son!" Gary gives a cheer as he pats him on the back. “Knew we could count on you, Rocco. Drink up, darlin',” he says with a cheeky wink to Grace.

She gives him a leer that is meant to be playful from across the table. "Boys, don't kid yourself. We're only getting warmed up." The group cheered as they watched her chug the non-alcoholic drink with coloured flavouring. You tipped the red Solo cup over and grinned.

“Perform a sexy dance with an islander of your choice.”

Nice. I can do some cheeky flirting. I am so down for this! Grace dressed to impress. That teeny-tiny item of clothing that she was wearing clung to her curves, and the fabric was cut in a way that made her breasts look sinfully delicious.

When Gary saw her toned legs approaching him, his brain short-circuited. It brought butterflies to his stomach, but it also made him nervous. The mere thought of her grinding on him gave him a semi.

Beach Hut Grace: “Who else would I want to be rubbing my booty against? You know, the nice little eight pack.”

Priya stood facing the girls as she chugged her drink. Girls cheer her in unison: “Three, two, one!” 

“Ooh, this is a good one.” She giggles, then reads out loud for the rest of the group.

“Nibble the ear of the boy you'd most like to have sexy, pillow talk with.”

BH Priya: "Sometimes you gotta shake things up. Keep them on their toes."

Henrik looks like he would be up for a dare. Priya walked over toward the boys. She sidelined Ibrahim, her current partner, before she made a quick switch to Henrik.

BH Henrik: “It looked like she was on course for Ibrahim… Then it was a quick little, ‘Bang, Henrik’s having some. Yeah, it’s all in good fun.”

Priya leaned up and nibbled on his ear. The islanders all cheer and whoop. Henrik turned to face Ibrahim, who gave him a fist bump.

The Melbourne native picked up the red plastic cup and removed the ping pong ball with her long fingers. Lottie pinched her nose as she necked the drink. Bobby shouted across the table, “Holding her nose? Keep going. Keep going, Lottie.” She turned over the cup and read out the dare.

“Kiss the islander you fancy from head to toe.”

She looks the boys over, grinning mischievously. She appeared to be going for Bobby, but instead she pushed him back, and without hesitation she walked over towards Gary. As he watched Lottie approach, Gary couldn't help but notice that she looked pretty damn sexy tonight, with the way her tiny, tight black dress accentuated every curve. Lotte beams at him as their eyes lock. She gripped the back of his neck and pulled his head towards her for a full on snog.

She gently ran her tongue along his lips. When he opened his mouth, their tongues began to gently caress one another. It was a good kiss, nothing earth shattering like some of the ones he's shared with a certain pretty brunette, but enjoyable nonetheless. For Lottie though the kiss only solidified her interest in him and she was excited to crack on with Gary. The guys were screaming and cheering her on.

As Lottie proceeds to kiss down his chest  to his abs, Ibrahim holds Gary's shirt up for her. Grace paled as her hand covered her mouth as the boys were screaming and going crazy. Marisol gasped, “Oh, my gosh!” Gary covered his mouth with his hand as she moved down his legs, and he felt blood rush south. Damn, she looked sexy on her knees as she kissed his calf. Bloody hell! She’s trouble. 

BH Grace: “It wasn’t nice to see at all. I keep telling myself this is just a game. Don’t take it so seriously, but it’s still hard to overlook something just because it took place in a ‘game’.”

Lottie was smirking cockily as she stood up and walked back to the girls’ side. A sudden, awkward tension brews between Lottie and Grace.

The game continues on. Henrik, the Swedish likeness of Thor, was up against Hope. The boys were wary of him, at first, but he was just so relentlessly happy that after spending a few minutes with him no one could help but like the guy. He got it in. Hope drank. She read the dare from the bottom of her cup.

“Snog an islander you think is boyfriend material.”

ALL: Ooh!

She struts over to Noah, biting her bottom lip. Hope looked beautiful. A long-sleeved white crop top and booty shorts that showcased her really toned, smooth, long legs. And she is smiling, bright, and beautiful. She bats her eyes at him. He grins back. “Come here, handsome.” 

Noah grins and steps closer. She leans in close and presses her lips to his. Noah’s hands pull her closer to him. His warmth radiates around her as he kisses her harder. They shared a passionate snog.

All the boys chant: “Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!”

Hope softly moans as their tongues meet. Her hand travels down to his lower back, pulling him closer to her. The rest of the villa melts away for a moment. You both pull away. Hope grins, looking pleased with herself. “Woah, Damn.”

BH Hope: “What a kiss! Yeah, that kiss was amazing… It’s always the quiet ones.” (She winks at the camera with a toothy grin.)

Grace paid no attention to the others as you watched Gary take his turn. He was wearing ripped, tight dark jeans and a light blue t-shirt that showed off his impressive muscles and the bluest eyes you've ever seen. He was wearing his glasses again tonight, and he was looking so hot! 

When you are able to calculate the distance that the ball needs to go and the level of force you need to exert when you toss it, beer pong is not a difficult game. Gary has both of those things working in his favour; he is an engineering nerd and one of Chatham’s best crane operators. He stood with his legs wider than shoulder-width apart. Gary pretended to have a nervous expression on his face as he held the ping pong ball in his hand. Grace narrowed her eyes at him. She was aware he was putting on a show of being uneasy and lacking a strategy in order to unsettle his opponent. Many of their chats have revolved around his job as well as the engineering and robotics courses that he has taken.

He does a quick test of the trajectory by moving his hand in the air. He looked across at Grace and gave her a sly wink. He takes a deep breath and releases the white ball, which soars over the table in an elegant, smooth arc, landing with a satisfying splash straight into the cup. As you watched him throw the ball, you admired how the muscles in his arm moved. He left you almost drooling. The boy was just too sexy for his own good. His mouth turned up into a sexy, lopsided grin when he scored. “Told you I was gonna fuckin’ get it!”

The boys all scream in excitement, and Bobby hugs him. “Fuck yeah, mate, you’re awesome!”

“I’m sure you cheated somehow,” you said teasingly.

“Nah, I’m just that good,” Gary said, with a wink at you. You felt your cheeks heat up at all the sexual innuendos those few words implied.

Bobby chants, “Go! Go! Go! Go!”

Marisol drank from the plastic cup. “What does it say?” asked Hope. Marisol tips the cup over to read out her dare.

“Get an Islander to give you a massage and make sex noises while they do it.”

I’ve got to make sex noises while someone massages me. Marisol groaned loudly. This is going to be embarrassing. I am never going to live this down!

The islanders break out in laughter. Grace giggles into her hand, “This is going to be a right laugh.” and Priya concurs and says, “I could do that in my sleep.”  

Marisol looked over at him and asked, “Hey, Lucas, reckon you could, like, give me a massage?” Lucas gives her one of his suave, mysterious smiles and replied, “Sure can.” Bobby chipped in, patting him on the back and saying, “Let's put your skills to the test, lad.”

He swaggers to the centre of the table as he rolls up his sleeves. His muscles flex. Lucas sits down and pats the floor in front for Marisol. She sits down between his legs. His voice drops into a silky, smooth, and calming tone. “Great. Let’s begin.” He works his way around her shoulders. His hands are strong. Powerful. She instantly feels at ease and starts to let out moans of pleasure. His fingers work their way down from her upper back. “I can take care of that.” They instantly eased her stress. “How’s the pressure?”

It felt amazing. Marisol closes her eyes, enjoying the massage. “It’s nice! Wow. Oh, Lucas, you’re really good.” She gets ready to make sex noises, trying not to blush or giggle. She lets out a moan of pleasure. “Yes! Yeah, right, oh wow.” The islanders start cooing and laughing.

“You like that, don’t you?” Lucas smirked cheekily. She moans some more, “Oh. Oh! Oooooh.” After she moans, she starts giggling.

Bobby calls out, ”Get a room, you two!”

“Just giving Marisol here the message of her life,” Lucas smirked, trying not to laugh. Marisol moans louder, “Oh. Wow! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

The girls are in hysterics now and have their arms around each other’s waists. Priya smirked, “Mind if I get in on that?” Boys are hooting and hollering as they jump in place. Grace laughs and says cheekily, “I’ll have what she’s having.”

Lucas stops and says, “I’m sorry, Marisol. I can’t go on!” Lucas and Marisol howl with laughter. Cheering and what not, the game resumes soon enough.

"Be warned, Noah... I'm an extremely competitive person," Grace said in her charming Texan accent. Noah caught Hope’s gaze as she winked at him and walked over to the other girl. The two girls were giggling after Hope whispered something in her ear. Hope then kissed Grace's ear, causing her to giggle.

Well fuck! Noah tried to refocus and aim carefully before he tried an arc shot. The ball went wild and didn't even come close to touching any of the cups. Everyone had a bit of a laugh at Noah's inability to successfully throw the ball into the cup.

"Wow, babes, I thought you were meant to get the ball in the cup by putting it on the table rather than bouncing it off of the table," Hope remarked as the corners of her mouth began to curl up into a smirk.

Grace’s shot. The girls cheered her on. Her analytical mind was calculating the angle she needed to land the ping pong ball in one of the red Solo cups. “Well?” Gary prodded with a lopsided smirk, “Go on, mate, we don’t have all night.” 

"Don't rush me, babe. All good things are worth waiting for," she said as she concentrated on the table. Gary tilts his head as he watches her intently, getting lost for a moment in his thoughts. Fuck, he hopes so. It feels like he's known her for five weeks, not just five days. He’s never had to wait this long to fuck a bird that he wanted.

As you exhaled, you released the ball. Everyone watched in silence as the ball sailed through the air toward the other side of the table before dropping precisely in the middle cup of the triangle. “YES!” Grace throws her hands up and does a little jig. They all clap and cheer.

Noah gulped the caramel-coloured liquid down. He flipped the cup over and read the dare, making an unsure face. "Shut up." Noah moaned. He read out the dare.

“Kiss the islander you have had impure thoughts about during your time in the Villa.”

You made an exaggerated "ooooooh" sound. The cheers that were uttered by the boys were especially rowdy.

"What, really? Impure thoughts?” Henrik inquired.

Gary chuckles and pats Noah on the back. “Like nasty, mate,” and Bobby chipped in with a Cheshire grin. “Well, that’s pretty obvious.” 

BH Gary: “We're on fucking Love Island; of course it's savage.” (He chuckles.)

Noah walks over and gives Grace a peck on her cheek. Shocks everybody. “Oh, wow!” Grace blushed.

Hope stared narrowly at Noah and hissed loudly, "Really, impure thoughts?" She rolled her eyes as Noah blushed and looked down sheepishly as he kicked the turf with his foot.

BH Hope: “I really thought it was an easy answer, of who he's having impure thoughts about. He could have at least given me that one.” (She rolls her eyes.)

Bobby laughed, “Hot seat. Just keeps getting hotter.”

Lottie smirked at Bobby as she mimed scissors with the fingers and said, “Things are getting more heated.” Hope was too focused on Noah to notice.

BH Noah: “It was a stupid thing to do. I understand that. I don’t know why I did that. Which is why I’m in the hot seat.”

Bobby took the ball in hand. When Bobby tried tossing the ping pong ball underhand, his feet shifted oddly beneath him causing him to miss the shot. "Oh shite!" The small white ball rolled off into a sea of manly legs. A few of the boys tried to stop it from bouncing away with their feet, but none of them were successful.

“My turn!” You said as you winked at Bobby and Hope shouted out to the boys, “Watch out, boys. The girls are back in the driving seat.” The girls cheer you on. I’m so fucking good at this. “Hell yes!” you cheered, bouncing up and down. Gary smiled over at the pretty brunette, enjoying seeing her having fun. Damn, she’s good. She cheered along with the girls, who high-fived her.

You clapped and called out, “Drink up, Bobby!” He threw his head back as he chugged down the drink, then read out the dare.

“Kiss the Islander who has the best chat.”

Bobby stated, “Technically, I should kiss Gary. My man’s a banter-saurus,” and Gary responded back, “Oi! Puns are my thing, mate.”

Bobby chuckles. “Maybe they were, but I’ve been throwing down some sick puns too.”

Gary puffed out his chest and added, “I taught him everything he knows.”

Bobby claimed that, “The student has become the master,”  and he also remarked, "Anyway, as sick as Gary’s chat is, I’m kissing a girl.”

Noah grins at Bobby and says, “Smart choice, bro.”

“Oi, mate.” The stocky blond wiggles his eyebrows at the other boy. “Why not, bro? It said, ‘The Islander with the best chat.' Not like you can kiss yourself.”

“Well, technically I could, but where’s the fun in that!” Bobby bursts out laughing. “Get over here then, big G.” The boys are snickering. The girls’ chorus of “OOOOH” is almost deafening.

“Get in. Slap it on me, lad,” Gary swaggers up to him. “No tongues!” 

“Oh, my goodness,” Lottie squealed. They grabbed each other's cheeks and started laughing as they bent sideways. They lean in and share a lingering peck as their lips caress one another. They break apart, laughing hysterically. The islanders erupt in uncontrollable laughter, ecstatic squeals, and whistles.

BH Gary: “The thing is. I think I shut my eyes. You forget where you are and kissing.” (He does a cheeky wink at the camera.)

Bobby beams with pride. “That’s how it’s done, boys and girls!”

Noah chipped in, “That was hardly a game of tonsil tennis, Bobby,” and Gary replied cheekily, “Ignore him, mate. He’s just jealous.” He gives Bobby a wink.

BH Bobby: “There was no tongue. It wasn't easy. It wasn't easy. (He shakes his head.) “Show him what he's missing.” He bursts out laughing.

"Oh, my gosh!" Priya cried out. The girls all burst into hysterical giggles.

“How could I not kiss, Gaz?” Bobby lifts the crane operator's shirt. “There’s no denying those abs are lush.” The islanders break out in laughter again.

BH Bobby: “That’s the best game I’ve played in ages!” (He laughs.)

Full text read, 'A bit of me' on A03 or Wattpad.

Other dares: Snog the islander you see as wifey material.

Kiss a islander in your favourite place to be kissed.

Kiss the Islander with the best abs.

Lick the islander you think is the most tasty.

Snog the two islanders you'd most like to have a threesome with.

#litgs2 #loveislandgame #loveislandthegame #loveisland #fanfiction #litg #beerpongdares

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

For those who you know about, glee oc’s + what they say they’re looking forward too in On My Way?

Colton (trio verse it's watching Beth grow up): to maybe forgiving himself he's not confident it'll ever happen

Cece: “for Colton to be happy that he’s still here”

Abbie: seeing the world

Betty: to not missing her parents anymore

Mac: marrying Betty

Claude: recording their first album

Tommy: the band's first headlining tour

Demi: winning her first Tony

Kendall: graduating

Joy: for her dad to say he loves her

Roxie: releasing her first album

Jaci: watching Mercedes win a grammy

Jeremy: going to LA for university

Savannah: to the day she can say she's recovered without hesitating

Aurora (this scene is already written for her): “I’m going to graduate from NYU’s MT department magna cum laude and play Joanna in a broadway revival of Sweeney Todd, though I could be willing to settle for Elphaba, Fantine, or Wednesday Addams”

Val: coming out to her parents (as poly, they know she's bi)

Bobby: to his opening night on broadway

Lili: [tbd but it involves her grandma for sure 🥺 ]

Jo: releasing her first professional film

Sadie: moving to New York

#ask #answered #the witching ash #glee oc

[callsignmuse]

THE MYTHIC BITCHES

Season 1, Episode 5 - Alice In Wonderland

Cast: Sadie “Siren” Matthews, Bailey “Muse” Thompson, Phoenix, Rooster, Hangman, Bob, Lauren “Jolene” Bradshaw, Fan Boy

Warning:

Summary: The Dagger Squad has a picnic

GIF by mellowhearth

Sadie “Siren” Matthews:

“Get up girl! We’re late!” I yelled through the thick bedroom door. In a matter of seconds Bailey emerged looking as rough as I’d seen her in awhile.

“No one speak.” She warned with a gravely voice. I graced and looked at my watch.

“You’ve got five minutes to get cute. We’re going for a picnic.” I told we her as she pouted. “Coffee will be ready when you are.” I tried to bribe her. Caffeine was the way to her soul. Honestly I was filled with joy today. Joy and excitement. We were going to spend the day together which meant it was another day I got to see Bob. All I wanted was for him to wrap me in his arms and call me his girl. I craved it. I was about to yell for her to hurry up when I saw her walk into the kitchen dressed in a flowy white summer dress. Her hair was tied in two space buns on the top of her head. I don’t know how but she managed to put her makeup on flawlessly in such little time. I handed her the studded black tumbler full of caramel coffee and she smiled.

“I’ll drive. Just tell me where to go.” She offered with a small grimace. I was touched by it, she was trying to make up for last night. I climbed into the passenger seat of her jeep as she fired it up. It was a beautiful day out and she had taken the soft top down in anticipation for this weekends weather. The wind flowing through my hair made me feel like I could fly. I turned to Muse before we both belted out the lyrics to the classic rock song to each other. We pulled up to the picnic spot with music blaring. All heads turned as we climbed out of her vehicle. It was a stark contrast to the soft and dainty apparel we wore. I scanned the area to find Bob with his back turned fixing one of the blankets so it stayed down in the breeze.

“Hey Bobby Boy.” I greeted my friend as began setting plates out.

“Siren, how are you this morning?” His southern drawl was shining today. Just enough to make me weak in the knees.

“I’m doing better now that I’m here.” I admitted. He blushed slightly. No fucking way. I had made him blush. Bob who didn’t seem interested in me at all blushed?

“I’d have to say the same.” He told you before scratching the back of his neck. He only did that when he was nervous.

“Say, Sadie. I have that favor to cash in and I was wondering if you would do it for me now.” He proposed. My heart was pounding to say the least.

“Sure, anything.” And you meant it. Anything at all for that man. You looked around to see Hangman with an expectant face. He looked like he had been coaching Bob through something. I crinkled my eyebrows trying to piece it together.

“You’d be doing me a huge favor if you let me hold your hand today .” His voice was shaking. He was so nervous. It was the simplest request. It was the sweetest request. It was something you could do without hesitation.

“Oh Bob, of course I’d hold your hand.”

Bob smiled wide and finally let go of his held breath. It was so innocent and it was just what I wanted. I wanted to ease into things with him because I didn’t want to mess it all up. Just look how things were working out for Rooster and Muse. I looked up after lacing my fingers with his and saw Hangman making a triumphant fist as he celebrated his friends win. The gesture made me chuckle. “I’m so glad you asked.” I smiled. It felt right. I couldn’t quite describe but it felt as if he was meant to hold my hand. Like he was meant to next to me always. I just had no idea that he felt this way towards me and and I was honestly relieved that he did. He let go making me almost whimper at the loss of his touch. He finished setting everything up so that I didn’t have to for once. I was already getting spoiled.

“This should go as well as the Mad Hatters Tea Party.” He turned to joke with me and I broke out in hearty laughter. “It’s ready!” He called out to everyone who were mingling. Bailey walked over with Jake and Phoenix and sat down next to me. Rooster sat down across from Bailey with his sunglasses on. His face looked slightly amused but overall he wasn’t in a good mood.

“I think you might be right Bobby Boy.” I leaned in and whispered making him laugh this time. Everyone dug in picking out the food they wanted to eat.

“So Lauren tell us about yourself.” Phoenix started the conversation. She was always known for that. She liked to learn about everyone around her but not give too much of her away. Her secret was to get you talking first. The blonde spoke up with an extremely feminine and soft voice. It was the opposite of Bailey’s, she was firm and sure when she spoke.

“My name is Lauren. I’m Rooster’s cousin. I’m visiting for a couple of weeks because I haven’t seen this idiot in a long time.” She started to say before taking a sip of her champagne. Rooster was staring straight ahead not breaking contact with Bailey. I could hear her breathing heavily under the weight of his gaze. She was already severely hungover and this was the cherry on top for her today.

“You younger or older?” Phoenix wondered as she took a bite of a juicy, red strawberry.

“Younger. Brad’s always looked out for me.” She answered with a smile.

“Yeah she’s the only one allowed to call me that too.” He said his tone commanding as he kept his post firmly planted, staring down Muse.

“You from his hometown?” Jake asked next and she shook her head yes.

“Yeah, and I only know Fan Boy since he’s stationed out there too. “ she explained before pausing, “so you guys are all pilots too that’s so cool.”

I could tell she was really genuinely impressed. It was as if the fact her cousin was among the best bored her but seeing other people he knew made it real for her. She seemed sweet but definitely shy as she looked down any chance she got.

Robert laced his fingers with mine again making me feel complete once more.

“So you guys are together.” She pointed at Phoenix and Hangman.

“Yeah, you spend enough time stationed on the same base and you just give in.” Hangman stated kissing the top of her head.

“I see you are holding hands.” She commented softly.

“It’s brand new but we’re about to blow all couples out of the water.” I perked up and said staking my claim to the title of cutest couple. It wasn’t even a contest.

“That leaves-“ she began to say before realizing exactly where this was heading.

“You, Bradshaw.” Muse finally spoke.

“Muse.” He stated back shortly.

“Muse? That’s like your call sign right?” Lauren asked. Bailey turned her head towards the unsuspecting girl. Her eyes softened when she saw her curious expression.

“Yeah it is.” Bailey breathed out.

“How’d you get it?” She followed up.

“You’d have to ask him.” Bailey said nodding her head in Rooster’s direction. His cheeks and neck turned red making me chuckle. Bradley Bradshaw could blush at anything, at anytime. It didn’t take much and especially when it came to Bailey Thompson.

“She’s his muse.” Phoenix filled her in.

“Was.” Bailey walked off towards the creek that was near by. Bradley got up and followed he couldn’t help himself. They had always moved in a pair.

“Did I do that?” Lauren asked behind her hands.

“Don’t even worry about it. The wind could’ve blown the wrong way and they’d find a way to argue about it.” I dismissed her. Though I caught the smallest glint in her eyes it almost seemed pleased. I knew better than to ask questions right now but my mother hen inside me began to get worried. Bob saw the worry etched on my face and kissed my cheek gingerly, successfully lighting my body on fire. He gave a quick smile before returning to his eating as I leaned against him.

We all sat and talked waiting for Rooster and Bailey to just make out and save us already. Of course that didn’t happen. Instead I watched as her finger was pointed in his face and his arms were waving wildly in the air. Ah the signs of love.

“Hey guys!” The voice of none other than Fan Boy reached my ears. He instantly knelt down and showered Lauren with a giant hug. “It’s good to see you! Sorry I couldn’t make it last night but I’m here now.” he flashed his perfect smile.

“Eat up honey, we’ve got way too much food.” I encouraged him as he went straight for the fruit platter.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He grinned from ear to ear. Mickey was always happier when he returned from seeing his girlfriend. We didn’t see her too often because work at the Navy hospital kept her busy but she was a true delight.

“Tell your sweetheart we miss her.” Jake requested letting every bit of his Texan out.

“You sound like a cowboy. Where are you from?” Lauren asked with a chuckle and a titled head. Phoenix grabbed his hand a little tighter instinctively. She knew what it meant when a girl titled her head and asked questions.

“Texas, there’s actually a lot of us Southerners here.” He began to explain. “Siren is from North Carolina. Coyote, you’ll meet him later, is from New Orleans, Bobby is from good old Tennessee and Bailey is from my home state as well. We actually grew up not too far from each other. Rival high schools and all of that.” He waved off the memory with a fond smile.

“Speaking of southern things, football starts soon. I can only assume we will be having a watch party at the house.” I questioned just so I could give myself time to prepare. The amount of food the guys ate during a football game was astounding.

Lauren sat watching the argument unfold before her eyes with a curious expression. “Why is she his muse?” She wondered. Her tone came off board as if she couldn’t believe she could be anything to Bradley.

“That’s a long story baby.” I said warning her.

“With a lot of history.” Bob finished for me. I looked over at him with a lazy smile. He was feeling more comfortable with the thought of being with me and kissed my forehead allowing me to melt into his body.

“We have time right?”

“Why is it so important?” Phoenix the detective was on the case.

“So we can help them duh” Lauren chuckled.

Her tone threw me just a bit off as I exchanged a look with Natasha. We both had the same thought. We both knew this was going to be trouble. There was going to be an all out war soon enough between Bailey and Bradley. Someone would walk away hurting.

“Are we still coming over for the sleepover and s’mores?” Fan Boy asked with such excitement in his voice.

“Yes, since y’all children begged me to buy all of the stuff so you can have sugar rush and then crash on my living room couch, you better come over and eat. Remember it’s onesies only.” I sighed. Bob must have felt my tension because he grabbed onto my hand.

“Don’t worry darling I’ll help you sort it out.” He promised before kissing the back of my hand igniting the butterflies that finally got a chance to settle at the bottom of my stomach.

“Am I invited?” Lauren wondered.

“Of course, you know Rooster wouldn’t let us go anywhere without you.” Fan Boy said wrapping his arm around her.

And that’s where the problem lied.

#top gun #top gun maverick #rooster top gun #rooster #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun 2 #lt bradley bradshaw #lieutenant bradshaw #rooster x reader #lieutenant bradley rooster bradshaw #miles teller top gun #Lewis Pullman top gun #bob top gun #Bob x oc #bob floyd #jake seresin hangman #hangman top gun #glen powell top gun #hannix #hangman x phoenix #phoenix x hangman #phoenix top gun #Phoenix #Monica Barbara top gun #rooster x oc #Bradley Bradshaw x oc

[nothingunrealistic]

As the Showtime financial thriller “Billions” prepares to air its final episode this weekend, it’s worth considering how far we’ve come. The show started as the story of the crusading U.S. Attorney Chuck Rhoades (Paul Giamatti) and the hard-charging hedge funder Bobby Axelrod (Damian Lewis). Exclusive restaurants, elaborate schemes and a host of cameos by real-world power players provided the backdrop for their battle. But when Lewis left the show following a family tragedy, a new antagonist was introduced by the showrunners and creators Brian Koppelman and David Levien (Andrew Ross Sorkin, a New York Times writer and CNBC anchor, is also a creator): Mike Prince (Corey Stoll), a billionaire do-gooder who ascends partly by besting both Axe and Chuck. Prince has grander aspirations than making money. His goal is to be elected president — a position from which, he announces this season, he would not hesitate to launch a nuclear first strike should he judge it necessary. And since he has firmly established himself as a man who rarely if ever questions his own judgment, Chuck and Axe — and Wendy (Maggie Siff), who is Chuck’s ex-wife and Axe’s closest adviser — feel driven to take him down. Nothing less than the future of life on Earth is at stake. Friends since childhood, Koppelman and Levien have no plans to end their writing partnership or the “Billions” franchise: A suite of spinoffs, including one set in Miami, are in various stages of development. In a video chat earlier this month they discussed the state of play and the fates of the major players in the series, without revealing who (if anyone) wins the final “Billions” battle. According to an otherwise cagey Koppelman, “The end of this show is really for ‘Billions’ fans.” These are edited excerpts from the conversation.

When “Billions” was the story of Chuck Rhoades and Bobby Axelrod duking it out, audience sympathies were fairly evenly divided. When Mike Prince says “Boom” to end the penultimate episode and there’s a little explosion sound effect underneath, it’s hard to imagine anyone in the audience thinking, “Gee, I hope this guy comes out on top.” BRIAN KOPPELMAN As far as a rooting interest, we start by just being curious and looking at the world. We had met a few billionaires along the way of making the show who were able to talk in the language of the progressive, and of the educated, smart but regular person. DAVID LEVIEN The show had been created with the prior billionaires [in mind] — these guys in their 40s who started hedge funds and made these fortunes and wrote their own rules. They didn’t have to wear suits to look rich because they just knew that they were rich. They wore T-shirts. They did what they wanted. But as Brian was saying, about two, three seasons in, we started becoming aware of the new billionaires, who were thoughtful, and taking responsibility. KOPPELMAN I mean, “thoughtful” in quotes when he’s saying it. The newfangled billionaires that we met believed their own [expletive]. They believed they were making the world a better place, and they could snow themselves. Those kinds of people are very effective in the world, because other people believe it. We wanted to put that kind of person in the show, let them use that rhetoric, and see what happens. Let the rooting interest fall where it lies. LEVIEN On a basic level, on a pheromone level, people have more respect for somebody who doesn’t lie to themselves. The person who deludes himself and enrobes himself in good … when people see behind it, it rubs them the wrong way.

The season begins with a flash forward in which an angry Prince smashes Wendy’s glass office wall and demands to know why she thinks he shouldn’t be president. We haven’t yet reached this moment, but it’s telling that of all the characters he could ask, he’s asking Wendy. KOPPELMAN Dave and I are not big on screenwriting books, but maybe the show is Wendy’s hero’s journey — the Joseph Campbell school. If you think about it, she resists the call. LEVIEN At first she tries to steer him, but when she sees that he’s not steerable—— KOPPELMAN Finally, her conscience gets to the point that she has to take massive action. It might cause her ruination and the ruination of those around her in order to save the world. I won’t say who wins, but it’s Wendy who sets all this in motion, who decides “Even if I get destroyed in the process, it’s worth continuing.”

Mike Prince is a morally clarifying figure for the other characters because the stakes — the potential use of a nuclear first strike — are so huge. LEVIEN To us, [threatening a first strike] seems one of the threshold things that a world leader could say, and we went back and forth about the volume of the language that he’d say it at. One would think you wouldn’t have to say it very loudly for it to be horrifying, but in today’s world, you kind of have to.

A friend of mine compared it to a superhero story — a team of rivals coming together to stop an existential threat to them all. KOPPELMAN When you look at what’s going on even in the House of Representatives, when you look at the kinds of people who are gaining power now … Although the construct might look like a superhero show, I would argue that it’s grounded in real, primal, existential [expletive] that’s happening right now all around us, if we’d just open our eyes and look at it. In a vacuum, Mike Prince is way more likable than the real-life analogues trying to steal the country, and the world, for themselves.

Without revealing the victors, how much internal debate was there about which side will win? LEVIEN I don’t think it was a debate. There were endless discussions about how we were going to navigate and execute the endgame, but there weren’t people taking polar opposite sides of this thing. KOPPELMAN As you know, Damian needed to leave the show for a year. So in a way, the Season 5 ending was probably the [original] ending we were driving toward between Chuck and Axe, whenever we got there. For this [ending], I have to shout out Beth Schacter, who for the last two years worked really closely with us. She was an executive producer, in the writing room with us every day — the three of us walking down the street, kicking around ideas for the end.

Since “Billions” first aired, shows taking on the very wealthy have become both common and popular. But shows like “Succession,” “The White Lotus,” even a horror story like “The Fall of the House of Usher,” are often satirical. “Billions” is frequently funny, but the intent feels different. LEVIEN This was not a satire. It’s a drama with comedic moments, but that’s different than a satire. These characters are perhaps exaggerated in some ways, but we’re not sending up the rich. That wasn’t our goal here. It was more to let people into a world we felt we’d identified — yes, with our spin and our point of view, but not so that we could all huddle together and laugh and feel better than them. KOPPELMAN There’s an absurdism to “Billions,” for sure, but that’s because the world right now is capital-A Absurdist. The show has to capture that spirit.

I couldn’t wrap up without asking you about the show’s use of all those pop-culture and sports references. There’s a reader who writes to me solely about the show’s use of “The Godfather.” Did you have any personal favorites? KOPPELMAN I would say getting a couple Dusty Rhodes references in there. LEVIEN We didn’t go light on the wrestling. I think of the ones Brian came up with as my favorites. Part of the fun of writing the show is going back and forth, trying to entertain the other person. KOPPELMAN The Tarantino references in Episode 10? We each came up with one independently. LEVIEN We were writing different scenes. KOPPELMAN The references are very organic to our relationship, our childhood together, our entire professional life. They show up for us organically, no matter how they read on the other side. And “The Godfather” has been an ur-text for our whole lives. It just applies all the time in the universe. I mean, you could argue about all the references in the show and that question of, “Do people talk like that?” But “The Godfather”? LEVIEN They do talk like that.

#taylor NOT mentioned. cruel and unusual #billions #brian koppelman #david levien #mike prince #bobby axelrod #chuck rhoades #wendy rhoades #also i really don't think audience sympathies were evenly divided in chuck vs. axe lol #do you think we would have gotten the same mass tantrums about paul leaving the show that damian's departure did?

[fancifulflora]

General Relationship HCs: Carcel Devereaux

Detective Devereaux isn’t really someone that “does” relationships. Not since their last one with Bobby Marks, but should you worm yourself into their good graces- you’ll struggle to find a better partner in all of Wayhaven

With their people skills being so low, Carcel opts to let you lead them around in your relationship

You want to head to the big city for some shopping or a movie? Sure.

Tired of prepping and cooking meals for days on end? Carcel will just pass you their phone without a moment of hesitation- order whatever you want

They’re no pushover though, just to be clear. The detective is just happy to let you have your way since they’re indifferent to the small things. It’s just a lot of “if you’re happy, I’m happy” with Devereaux.

Unsurprisingly a very polarizing partner to have, just not in the way that you might expect. For example, if you were to be flirty and forward with Carcel, they’d turn pink in the ears and be rather shy and huffy at the affection.

But if you were to be rather reserved yourself, then that just fuels Carcel’s desire to tease you until you’re nothing but a puddle of mushy goodness in their arms. 

Once you get deeper into your relationship, their ‘switchness’ comes out a little more, being able to give affection and recieve it just as freely. 

Will 100% get embarassed no matter what if you try to flirt with them while they’re in their “tough, serious detective” mode

It’s honestly a little more than amusing for the people of Wayhaven to see their terrifying detective scolding Douglas just to instantly crumble a little when you hold their hand or give them a kiss. This is probably more of a deep, deep romance thing though.

One of their hobbies is sharpshooting, something they’ve done ever since they were in middle school- using a bb gun to knock cans over at the abandoned warehouses at the edge of town

So when its time for the carnival to come into town, Carcel makes it their mission to snag as many prizes for you before the vendors run out of patience or prizes- whichever comes first

It’s the perfect chance to spoil you, certainly, but the detective can’t deny the ego boost they low key enjoy as well. It’s a true win-win situation for all but the carnival vendors.

Since they enjoy sharp shooting as a hobby, Carcel will happily take you to a range so you can test out whatever you want. There’s just something that Carcel finds enjoyable and rewarding about being able to hit a target from leagues away. Plus their ability to aim and shoot anything with precision makes for a cool party trick, just give them a rubber band and a target

Their ideal date would take them out of the stoic and intimating detective they are, bringing out the more rebellious and energetic side of the detective. They’ll be happy bar hopping, going to parties, or, if you wanted something quieter, exploring abandoned buildings and drinking.

Ironically, it’s the same buildings they have to chase teens away from all the time, the same kind of buildings they use to loiter around as a kid.

If you got with them before their days of joining the police force, then there’s probably a mural of you spraypainted somewhere on the outskirts of Wayhaven

… there’s also a small chance the same mural might be there even if you got together with Detective Devereaux after their appointment as a detective. They’ll deny any and all offiical ties to it, naturally, but their deep green eyes say otherwise

Just thinking about the rebellious Carcel Devereaux brings to mind just how different they were when they were younger

If you did manage to get into a relationship with them in university, they were the tall, scary one that everyone avoided

People still whisper about the pounding their ex got when Carcel realized that they had been used and played like a fiddle- after their breakup no less!

Less scary dog privilege and more rabid animal privilege

Can’t really cook at all, instead living off of fast food and convience store goodies so please feed this poor detective, they need a good home made meal.

Or maybe a hug, a few hugs if possible.

Forget vampire senses, Carcel’s deduction abilities are sharp, not the sharpest, but certainly sharp enough to take in the small ways your face and body moves when you speak

Over time and in a deeper relationship, Carcel will slowly become more in tune with you, taking initative to act based on what they notice

They’ll see the dirt under your fingers from gardening and get you some flowers to add color to the mix. That, or they’ll notice the way you remove tags from your clothing in distaste of the awful grating against your skin and before you know it, all the clothes they ever gift you are perfectly tagless.

Just please, spare them. Don’t say a word about this to their friends or they’ll never hear the end of it. Vampires, unsurprisingly, have great memories.

#my oc #oc #carcel devereaux #carcel devereaux x reader #oc x reader #carcel is the bb of my ocs currently so it was a lil challenging to think up of what it would be like to date this detective #i think i certainly managed though- and i have a lot of other ideas brewing too #sorry if there are mistakes #my grammarly isnt working as of late and im a lil crunched for time so i didnt have a chance to review it kjshdfkj

[dawntainbobbynash]

Anon asked: Bobby or Owen?

Thank you for 1k followers!

#911verse #daily911 #911edit #bobbynashedit #bobby nash #911 #mine. #gifs #1kfc #bobby #flashing gif #look i DO have a soft spot for owen #and i always will #but so long as the writers continue to overuse and misuse him #bobby wins without hesitation #also never ask me to condense my love for bobby nash #into a single gifset ever again it's IMPOSSIBLE

[serenityseventeen]

Vernon (최한솔):

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“A Second Kiss”

synopsis: You get invited to a friend's game hosted by a few SEVENTEEN members, and out of all of them, you never expected to see Vernon, the guy who took first kiss. Things are awkward at first when you two are paired together, but slowly, you two become more comfortable around each other.

parts: "A First Kiss" - 1 | "A Second Kiss" - 2

genre: romance, fluff

characters: vernon x reader, ft. seungkwan, mingyu, seokmin, chan

word count: 2.15k?? (Rough estimate)

a/n: I finally made a part two! I've been so busy writing the “tldoswy” series that I couldn't get to write this! ^^ + now i want to say just how happy i am for iKon's Bobby!! + I also want to praise DK & Xcalibur but I'll do that when I post his “tldoswy” imagine <3 + I don't see enough dollys these dayssss 😭😭

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You couldn't tell if you felt his eyes on you, thus why you turned to look, or if you just wanted to look.

Perhaps it was a mixture of both. Vernon was on the opposite side of the line made by your friends. Everyone was checking the map, ready for the little adventurous activity that they invited you and Vernon to. Of course, you didn't expect Vernon to be there. You knew that some of the SEVENTEEN members were coming, but you just expected Seungkwan, Mingyu, Seokmin, Soonyoung, and Chan, since they usually liked these kinds of activities. Your prediction was correct but this time, Vernon came along instead of Soonyoung.

Seeing Vernon made you nervous, or so you thought. Your heart was racing, thumping out of your chest. It hadn't even been a week since you two kissed, and of course, things had gotten awkward. You couldn't call or text him. You had no courage to make a move and Vernon, well, you could understand how he must've been feeling.

Shaking away your thoughts about Vernon, you turned to focus on Seungkwan and Mingyu, who were explaining the game.

“Alright, everybody. Remember, we cannot use our phones at all. For this activity, our millionaire, Mingyu, has bought and provided these buttons for all of us. If you are in trouble, just press the button and the rescue team will be coming to your aid. The buttons also have trackers. He rented this entire place and asked our Going Seventeen production team to come out of their way to create this game for us,” Seungkwan explained.

He continued, “The destination is up the mountain, but beware, there are many shops and places you can stop by, any of them can be the victorious place, so keep that in mind. You can also find hints hidden in the forest about the destination.

You won't find out which place it is until 5 pm, so you have two hours to explore each shop or building. After every 30 minutes, 2 shops will be eliminated, and if anyone is residing in the shops that are eliminated, they will have to come back down here or stay in the eliminated shop until the game is over.”

“Whatever, I'm just going to the top,” Seokmin commented, making everyone laugh.

“I don't think that's a good idea,” Vernon replied. His chill, calm, and somewhat deep voice made your heart flutter.

“Anyway, everyone will be split into pairs. The bet is that if you win, everyone here has to pay each member of the duo 20 dollars,” Seungkwan continued. Your ears were listening to the game but your eyes were fixated only on Vernon, who was standing still at the opposite side of the long line. “If you waste all of your money in these shops, then you would have to face a harsher punishment decided by the winning duo.”

“Does everyone understand?” Chan asked, obviously getting tired of the long explanation. “I would rather get a head start in climbing this large mountain than listen.”

Everyone, including you and Vernon, laughed.

“Let's just hurry up and choose sticks for partners. Let's start with Vernon. Once you choose somebody's stick, they become your partner.”

Vernon nodded in compliance with the rules and drew out a stick without hesitation. He looked at the stick with a smile and then flipped it around to show the other 10 friends. The writing on the stick was too small for you to see but Seungkwan excitedly shouted.

He clapped. “Y/N! Congratulations, you and Vernon are a pair.”

You must've looked like a lost doe. Your eyes were open with shock and your heart was racing. Out of everyone, it had to be you. You didn't know whether to complain or not so you just smiled and looked over at Vernon.

Your eyes met and for a second, you felt time stop, as if you were taken in by his beautiful brown eyes.

-

The mountain didn't have a particular road up. It was surrounded by trees and forestry, so it was going to be a hard road up. There were a total of 12 shops and 6 pairs of people. The winning shop would be revealed on the two-hour mark, so 6 shops would be eliminated since 2 shops are eliminated every 30 minutes.

After all the pairs were decided, you and Vernon walked toward the left side of the mountain with the map in your hand. The map wasn't very useful though and was hard to read. There was only one stairway up the mountain but no one took it because there wasn't a shop near there.

You were using the map as a way to avoid looking at Vernon. Now that you were walking with him side by side, it was like your lips could suddenly recall the warmth of your first kiss with Vernon.

Vernon noticed you staring at the map for a long time without saying a word. He knew you were confused and was just using it as a way to avoid looking at him. He was nervous too, but he knew, that if he wanted to get close to you, he had to be a bit braver.

“Y/N,” He asked, pausing. You paused as well when you saw him pause in the corner of your eye. “How desperate are you to win?”

You looked up from the map and met Vernon's eyes.

“I'm not that competitive when it comes to these things.”

Your competitiveness was moderate.

“Want to take a walk instead?” Vernon asked, his voice as soft as ever. “Or if you want to-”

“I think a walk will be nice, but let's still participate in the game. We don't have to be fast to visit every shop or see what's at the top of the mountain,” You replied nervously. “We can take it slow...”

Vernon smiled softly and at the same time, you two began walking, toward the lonely staircase.

There was an awkward silence as you two walked. You both wanted to fill the silence but you could only swallow back your words. Vernon cleared his throat.

“How are you doing?” He asked, turning to you. His eyes first caught sight of your lips.

“I'm fine... how about you?” You replied, glancing at him. “Are things going fine for you?”

“Yeah, it's like every day for me.”

The short conversation ended there and more silence filled the air as you two walked.

“The weather is nice today, isn't it?” Vernon commented, looking down at the floor, counting each step he took.

“Yeah. It's bright and sunny but also a bit cloudy.”

There was a slight silence again.

“I've been thinking of watching a movie lately, is there any movie that you want to watch?” Vernon suddenly asked.

You turned to him, a bit startled by his sudden question but quickly answered. “Well, I don't mind what movie it is. I think every movie deserves a try regardless of the genre, cast, or plot synopsis.”

Vernon chuckled softly, making your heart flutter.

“Do you like watching movies in the theater better or at home?” Vernon asked, sounding a bit more comfortable. The atmosphere was shifting and you could feel it too.

“It doesn't matter to me,” You replied as you two continued walking up the steps. “How about you, Vernon? What's your preference?”

“Both of them have their charm,” Vernon chuckled softly, scratching the back of his head shyly. “I like both of them...”

You two didn't know how much time went by. You guys were just walking up the stairs at the same gradual pace while getting caught up in your conversations. You recalled hearing some announcements go through the speaker regarding the eliminations of the shops, but you were so busy talking with Vernon that you didn't hear which shops were eliminated. Vernon could have paid less attention to the announcement.

You two hadn't even stumbled upon one shop in the entire journey up until now.

You looked forward and saw a small coffee shop. Vernon was gazing at you instead of forward, so when you pointed it out, he finally came to realize how far you two had gone up. It was like you two were on a hike.

“Should we try this shop? I completely forgot about the game!” You said, laughing softly. “Let's go inside. It's a coffee shop too, we can refill our energy.”

Vernon smiled and nodded. “Alright. Is it eliminated though?”

“I think eliminated shops would have a sign on them,” You replied. You naturally took Vernon's arm and you two went a bit faster up the steps into the coffee shop.

Upon entering, there was a small ding of a bell. Since it was the first shop you two came upon, you both didn't know what to expect.

There was no one in the shop but there were notes on the counter, along with cans of coffee in many varieties, soda, and other drinks prepared in a cooler. There was also a jar for money, which was the payment place for a certain drink.

“I'll take a can of coffee,” You said, taking out your wallet. “It seems like there were people here before us.”

Vernon nodded and read the note on the counter out loud. “There are cameras aimed at the counter and you will be charged double for taking drinks without paying, or stealing money from the jar. We hope you all do not cause an inconvenience.”

You placed a few dollars in the jar and grabbed two cans of coffee, one for you and one for Vernon. You handed one can to Vernon with a smile.

“This is for you,” You said, gazing at him with a smile.

“Thanks,” Vernon replied.

You both sat down on one of the seats, deciding to stay here for the rest of the game. You both didn't know what time it was since none of you were wearing watched but thankfully, the coffee shop you two were residing in had a wall clock. There were around 15 minutes before the game ended.

It was silent for a moment. You both stared out the window, sitting across from each other, sharing the same table. The sound of nature was calming and the beauty of it was breathtaking.

You turned to look at Vernon but what your eyes looked at first was his lips. You had gotten so comfortable with him that the kiss didn't even occur to you again. Staring at his lips made your heartbeat accelerate.

You just felt the urge to ask, “On the day we kissed, why did you want to be my first kiss?”

Vernon froze for a few seconds before slowly placing the coffee can down on the table.

You didn't even realize you asked the question out loud.

Vernon replied, calmly, as if it was nothing, but his heart was beating like crazy and his nervousness was at its max. “I like you, that's why.”

Your eyes locked and you could hear your heartbeat quicken. With a burning sensation in your body, you felt blush crawl up your cheeks.

“You like me?”

“Yeah,” Vernon said. Both of your voices were serious. “And if you allowed me to, I'd kiss you again.”

That wasn't something Vernon meant to say out loud, but in front of you, he would spill all the beans. He didn't want to lie to you about anything and wanted you to know everything about him.

You gulped, glancing from his lips to his eyes. With your arms crossed on the table, you leaned forward to kiss him. You were nervous but you knew you wanted it, and if he wanted to kiss, maybe he'd come closer too.

With your eyes closed, you couldn't see Vernon lean in. He had his arms crossed on the table just like you and he came in as close as he could so that your lips could touch.

And there, you had your second kiss.

It was sweet and warm. His lips were soft and his kissing style was gentle. Though you weren't a professional and didn't know what you were doing, your lips followed the flow of his as he led the kiss with his hands gently against your neck.

An announcement went off from the speakers of the coffee shop, causing the two of you to flinch and jerk backward. You accidentally hit your elbow against the table very hard while Vernon hit his knee just as painfully.

“Congratulations! The coffee shop was the victorious destination!” The speaker beamed. “If you have won, please take the prize envelope under the cooler.”

You and Vernon looked at each other, laughing while caressing your body parts that bumped into something from surprise. You both couldn't help but grin at each other, unable to stop yourselves from laughing.

You two took the envelope, that had the winning verification, and walked back down the mountain to received your prize money from your other friends.

No one knew why you two looked so happy when you guys arrived at the starting point.

They could only wonder what happened.

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[n00dl3gal]

Like Old Times (Father-Son Bonding AU)

A direct sequel to the “Expiration Date” fic, which I’ll link in a reblog. I’ve also posted all my fics in this AU to AO3!! Thanks again to @thetriggeredhappy for their help and just generally being a cool dude, and the Scoutsune Discord server for indulging my brainrot

No warnings beyond family schmoop!

Less than an hour after the bread monster incident, the Administrator called for a ceasefire. “Only while your base is repaired,” she said over the TV screen. “BLU is quite disappointed in this negligence- as am I. Regardless, you may use these three days as you see fit. Go home, stay here- whatever you do, no more bread monsters.” The screen turned off with a click. 

Scout exhaled through his nose. He was thankful there was no mention of him or Miss Pauling’s woodchipper. 

Spy decloaked behind him. “Less time than I wanted, but c’est la vie.” Scout looked at him over his shoulder. “I’m meeting with an old contact during our break,” Spy said in Italian. “Would you like to come along? It’ll be like old times.” 

Scout’s brow furrowed, but he nodded. At least this way, he’d get out of helping Engie and Heavy with repairs. And possibly meeting Miss Pauling’s woodchipper. 

“Excellent. Our flight is at 7 AM tomorrow.” 

“We’re flying commercial?” Scout asked, also in (more hesitant) Italian. 

“Our destination is continental. We’ll leave the base by 5:30.” Scout groaned as Spy started to leave. But- wait, he hadn’t- 

“Oi, where are we going, anyway?” he called back in English. 

Spy paused to look at him and smile. “Boston.” 

“Why do we always get the ass-crack-of-dawn flights?” Jeremy asked groggily, reclining his seat.

“They are the ones with first-class seats available,” Raphael replied. He took a sip from his mimosa. 

“Yeah, cuz God forbid you fly coach for once.” Jeremy shifted, trying to get comfortable. “Hey. Have I ever been to Boston before?”

Raphael didn’t answer immediately. His lip sucked in, as if in thought. “Yes. When you were very, very young. You wouldn’t remember.” 

Jeremy nodded. He wanted to ask more, there was something Raphael wasn’t saying but… well, he was never a morning person. He fell asleep before the plane even took off. 

. . .

It was mid-afternoon by the time they landed in Boston. Jeremy was never fond of long flights; having his legs cramped like that for extended periods of time was murder. He was half tempted to take a jog around Logan International. Raphael, on the other hand, was ushering them both to the car rental. “Can’t even get a stretch in, huh?”

“Unfortunately, we are expected by 4, and I would hate to keep my contact waiting,” Raphael explained in French, accepting the keys from the girl at the counter. “She’s not a very patient woman, in some regards.” 

Jeremy huffed but didn’t argue. He just followed his father to the rental, tossing his suitcase in the backseat. “Y’know, the girl at the counter-” 

“We will not have time for you to go out on a date, Jeremy.” 

“No! No, it was- her accent’s kinda like mine, it’s weird,” Jeremy said. Raphael started the car. “Cuz I’ve only been here as a baby, and I got mine from TV and shit. It’s just… really strange, is all.” 

Raphael made a quiet noise of agreement. “Some of the shows you watched as a child were filmed here. It’s not as complex as you think it is.” 

“Yeah, probably not…” 

The pair lapsed into silence as Raphael drove. Storefronts and high rises morphed into houses. It had been a while since they were in a residential area. RED, for understandable reasons, kept away from civilians. 

Raphael took the roads with practiced experience. Sure, it had been implied he knew the area. If he had a contact here- one with a house, presumably- he must’ve spent time here. But this- this was far too familiar. A bit suspicious, actually. 

Eventually, Raphael slowed in front of a more rundown Brownstone. Still quite nice, just needed a little work. It felt… welcoming, in a way Jeremy couldn’t name.

“Lotta cars,” he observed as Raphael parallel parked. “Must be a party going on somewhere.” 

“Hmm, perhaps,” Raphael said, turning the car off. “Would you mind ringing the doorbell for me? I need to grab something from the trunk. Ask for Sara Jane.” 

OK, now Jeremy knew something was up. He was never the one to make the first contact, that was always Dad’s job. Jeremy might be a full-grown adult, but there were some things that didn’t change. This was one of them. 

Still, he nodded. He climbed up the front steps and ringed the doorbell. He heard- multiple voices from inside, predominantly male, but they quickly silenced themselves. A TV, perhaps? They really ought to get that flower box on the second story window fixed- 

The woman who opened the door was a bit shorter than him, though not by much. She was wearing a simple dress, hoop earrings, and flats. Her hair was dark, curved to her chin. But her nose and earlobes felt… achingly familiar. Like Jeremy saw them all the time. 

“Um, hi, I’m looking for Sara Jane? My name’s-” The rest of his speech was knocked out of him as the woman launched herself at him. Jeremy braced for an attack, but quickly realized she was… hugging him. 

She was hugging him, sobbing, and choked out the word “Jeremy.” 

Wait. He knew that voice. He had only heard it a few times in his life, few enough he could count them on one hand, but he knew it. “M-Ma?” he whispered. 

The woman- Sara Jane- Ma looked up at him, still crying. Her hands found his face as she observed him. “Y-yeah, sweetie, it’s me, it’s-it’s your ma,” she said. 

“Ma!” he laughed, tears of his own dancing down his cheeks. He hugged her back, practically lifting her off her feet. “Oh my God, Ma! I-I never thought I’d-” 

“Oh Jeremy, sweetie, look how tall you’ve gotten! Last I saw you, you fit in my arms! My baby, my handsome baby,” she spoke over him. She rubbed circles into his back as they embraced. It felt so, so right. 

Jeremy laughed even harder. “Are you kiddin’? I got it from you, you’re beautiful, Ma!” He stared at her, trying to commit every mole and wrinkle and perfect flaw to memory. “I can’t believe- oh my God, I’m actually meeting you!” 

“It was long overdue,” another voice said, as Raphael joined them on the front stoop. “I had put it off for safety reasons, but considering our current, ah, situation… I felt it was worth the risk.” 

Sara Jane squealed, pulling Raphael into the hug as well. “You’ve been taking good care of my boy, you promise me, Raphael?” 

“Don’t worry Ma, he’s the best dad I could ask for, considering,” Jeremy teased. 

“Oh, don’t I know it. Called me up last night and told me to get the whole motley crew together. Even managed to get Melvin to bring his twin daughters, bless his wife’s heart,” she explained. 

Jeremy blinked. “Uh- Melvin? Daughters?”

Sara Jane laughed. It sounded so much like Jeremy’s it practically hurt. This was his mother. Lord, he’s finally seeing her. “Melvin’s your older brother, sweetie. Eh, sixth oldest. Bobby’s the oldest.” 

“I have a brother?”

“Oh honey, you’re the youngest of eight,” Sara Jane said plainly. 

“...fuck,” Jeremy whispered. 

. . .

He didn’t just have seven brothers. He had seven brothers, four of which brought their wives, one who brought his boyfriend, and three who brought their kids. And the kids totaled to an additional six, counting the babies. 

It was… an admittedly tight squeeze in the living room. 

Sara Jane introduced Jeremy. Jeremy had been expecting to be treated like a stranger. He had vanished when he was a baby, after all, and his younger-older brothers probably wouldn’t remember him at all. 

And yet, it was like he knew them all his life. 

They teased him and punched him playfully and acted so friendly, so familial it nearly made Jeremy break down. He was still crying from meeting Ma, but being dogpiled with so much affection was suffocating. In a good way. He had seen on sitcoms the intrinsic bond between family, and while he felt it with Dad, they also risked their lives nearly daily. But it was real, it was here, and it was wrapping him in a warm blanket. 

Despite the chaos and the sheer number of people, Jeremy didn’t feel overwhelmed. He laughed and played along with their jokes, cracking some back when he could get a word in. Scott ragged on his dog tags, he countered by pointing out the hole in his pants. Michael told him he was still a shortass, he replied with “it takes one to know one.” Elliot and Ricky were the closest to actually getting hurt, and that was only because Jeremy elbowed them both so hard they nearly fell over. 

For the first time in 25 years, Jeremy understood what “home” meant. 

The kids were especially curious, eager to meet their uncle and step-grandfather. Within seconds, young Rebecca- only four years old- was challenging Jeremy to a race around the house. “I’m the fastest kid in the world,” she bragged, puffing out her chest. 

“Oh yeah?” Jeremy asked. “That a fact?”

“You wanna test me? I beat Johnny Three-Legs at running, and he’s got three legs!” Jeremy laughed and stood from the couch, letting her lead him outside. “On the count of three, OK?”

“You’re on, pipsqueak,” Jeremy teased.

“Onetwothree GO!” Rebecca yelled, taking off in a sprint. Jeremy knew that, by all accounts, he should beat her. His legs were longer, she didn’t have the proper running stance, and it was his job to be fast. That’s what he got paid to do. But some small voice was telling him to let her win, so he did. “Ha! I told ya!” 

“Ya sure did,” he replied, mock panting. “Look at you, a freaking blur on the green. You’re goin’ to the Olympics, kid.” 

Rebecca beamed and hugged his leg. “Promise, Uncle Jeremy?” He nodded because, after that display, there was no way he could speak without squeaking like a chew toy. 

Rebecca skipped back inside, past Raphael, who was watching on the stoop. “You’re a natural with children,” he observed. “I used to do the same thing when you were that age.” 

“Wait- wait, really? You sure fooled me,” Jeremy said. 

Raphael rolled his eyes. “What’s my job again, mon lapin?”

“Yeah, yeah…” Jeremy leaned against the railing, watching Raphael’s cigarette smoke in the wind. “Hey. Uh… thanks for arranging all of this. You really didn’t need to.”

“But I did. I meant it when I said this was overdue. I’ve been wanting to introduce you to the rest of the family for a while, but have been unable. Then that whole ordeal with the supposed tumors, and-” Raphael exhaled slowly. “It wouldn’t have been fair to you if you died without knowing them. I would’ve never forgiven myself.” 

Jeremy punched his shoulder lightly. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, pops. It all worked out, we’re still kicking, and that roast chicken Ma’s making smells incredible. Everything’s perfect.” 

Raphael finished his cigarette and smiled. “Oui. It is.” 

. . .

While Sara Jane had been able to get the rest of the family here, it was a school night. Kids needed to be tucked in by 9:30, so most of Jeremy’s brothers were gone by 8. Elliot was staying overnight, as was his boyfriend. Otherwise, the house quickly went from bustling to barren. 

It gave Jeremy a chance to explore his would-be childhood home.

He made his way upstairs, pushing open one of the doors. It led- to little surprise- to a bedroom. It was set up like a nursery, with a crib in one corner and a toddler bed in the other. Toys were scattered about across the floor. 

He heard Sara Jane sigh behind him. “This was your room, you know.” Jeremy turned to look at her as she flipped the light switch. “That crib… I had put you to bed the night your father planned to fake his death. I was in on the whole plan, naturally. He wanted to hold you one last time, so I said OK. When I woke up the next morning… you were both gone.” She exhaled slowly, grabbing onto his shoulder. “I wrote both of you off as dead, but I knew what had happened. Honestly, should’ve figured it out before then. You hadn’t woken me up crying,” she joked. Her eyes were watering. 

Jeremy hugged her, pulling her close. “You never took the crib down?” 

“By the time I was ready, Bobby’s wife was pregnant, so I kept it up for my grandbabies. I knew- I knew you were out there, sweetie. Both of you.” She kissed his cheek, squeezing him.

“I-I never got to be a normal kid, really,” he confessed. “I mean, Dad did his best, gave me comic books and board games and stuff, but-but I never went to school or made friends or anything like that. I-I didn’t even know I had a family. It took me forever to even realize I had a Ma. An-and everything I did-” The tears were flowing again, more freely than earlier. “Ya missed me losing my first tooth, and potty trainin’, and all that stuff parents should know about. I-I’m sorry,” he whispered. 

Sara Jane wiped his cheek dry. “Don’t apologize for what your father did, Jeremy. And definitely don’t apologize for me not potty training another kid. Besides… hold on, I’ll be right back.” She made her way down the hallway. Jeremy didn’t follow, instead deciding to examine the crib. This was where he grew up. It was a simple crib, obviously well-used. Not worn-down, mind, just… used. It had a history. A history that Jeremy wanted to decode, but unlike his dad’s ciphers, he didn’t have the key. 

“Took me a second to find it,” Sara Jane said. She handed him what appeared to be a scrapbook. “Raphael- he wrote when he can. Taught me some basic codes, would send out letters whenever you’d leave a town. Never left a return address, but…” Jeremy flipped through the pages, moving to sit on the small bed. The letters were all coded but appeared to be about how much Raphael missed Sara Jane. Updates on Jeremy’s growth. Letters from a father to his lover and son’s mother. 

One page jumped out to him, though. “I remember this,” he said, running his fingers against the paper. It was a simple drawing of a young boy, holding a catcher’s mitt, and a taller man next to him. “I drew this after Dad took me to my first baseball game, for my eighth birthday. I thought I lost the drawing after we skipped town, but- he sent them to you?”

Sara Jane nodded. “And I kept them all. Oh, honey, the day I first heard your voice on the phone- Mikey can tell you, I damn near fell over. You sounded so happy, and even if I couldn’t see you, that’s all a mother wants.” Jeremy leaned against her and she shut the book. “That’s all a mother wants, sweetie. To see her kids be safe and happy.” 

“I am, Ma,” he assured her. “I promise.” 

They sat like that for a while, with Sara Jane commenting on various letters and drawings in the scrapbook. Apparently, Raphael sent her money when he could- more frequently now that Mann Co. paid so well. She also had a rough idea of their current occupations. “I figure, if you and your father are working for the same company- with his skills, there’s gotta be a whole lot of nonsense going on out in that desert.” Jeremy laughed at that because she wasn’t wrong. “But I also figure since he raised you right, he’ll keep the both of you safe.” 

“I keep him safe too, don’t worry,” Jeremy added. “Uh- listen, it’s touching and all you kept the crib, but I don’t have to sleep in it, right?” 

They both had a good chuckle over that. Their laughs were in perfect harmony. 

. . .

The next two days were a mix of learning the family history and exploring Boston. It was the offseason, so there weren’t any games going on at Fenway, but Jeremy still got a picture in front of the park. Sara Jane took the pair to a restaurant that served “the best damn clam chowder in the contiguous United States.” Which, incidentally, led them to discover Jeremy was allergic to clams. Thankfully they didn’t have to go to the hospital- he just sort of immediately got sick before it passed- but it did suck.

It was damn good chowder, though. 

They went down to the harbor where the Boston Tea Party happened. It was crowded with people, resulting in them not staying long. Jeremy was a bit better with crowds than Raphael, but neither was great with them. Came with the job. Getting overpriced memorabilia from a nearby gift shop, though, went over much more smoothly. 

When not out on the town, Sara Jane dug out more scrapbooks and photo albums, catching Raphael up on what his stepsons had been up to. She showed Jeremy pictures from Ricky’s first school play to Scott opening up his butcher shop. Graduation pictures, wedding pictures, baby pictures- it was all there, and Jeremy devoured it. He wanted to know these people. He wanted to know his family. And he did. He learned about Michael’s stint in the Navy, Melvin meeting his wife, how Bobby’s son could dribble a basketball for twenty minutes straight. He learned about how his parents met. How Raphael loved each of Sara Jane’s children, even if they weren’t biologically his. How Jeremy wasn’t planned- few of the kids were - but they were both so, so happy to realize he was coming. 

He also learned that, while diner food would remain the undisputed king, homemade meatloaf came pretty close. 

. . .

The only problem came when it was time to leave. It wasn’t that Jeremy didn’t want to return to work, or leave his Ma behind. Sara Jane wasn’t even torn up over losing her son and lover again. It just felt like there was so much left to say, to do. There was uncertainty as to when they’d be able to return. “We get time off for Smissmas, I know that’s months away but I’ll be here, I promise,” Jeremy swore, hugging Sara Jane for the eighth time. 

“You better,” she said, squeezing him tightly. “You have 25 years worth of gifts to catch up on, not to mention birthday gifts-”

“Ma, you don’t have to go that far,” he whined. He was touched, sure, but the thought of that much luggage was truly frightening. Oh God, he was going to have to get gifts for everybody, wasn’t he? What do kids even want for Smissmas? 

“Hush, let me spoil my baby,” Sara Jane told him, kissing his cheek. “Oh, Jeremy…” 

Jeremy nodded. “I know, but I’ll call. I’ll write, too. Send pictures if I can.” 

“I’ll make sure he does,” Raphael assured her. Sara Jane stood to kiss his lips, with Jeremy looking away pointedly. “You have my word, ma petite chou-fleur.” 

“Alright, alright- now get going, I don’t want you two missing your flight. That boss of yours sounds like she’ll tear you both a new one if you’re late,” Sara Jane said, shooing them away. “Love you boys!” 

“I love you too, Ma!” Jeremy shouted back, for the very first time. 

The drive back to the airport was quiet. Jeremy stared out the window, watching his hometown- he had a hometown- pass by. “Hey, dad?” he asked, still looking outside. Raphael grunted to acknowledge he was listening. “One of these days, our contracts with Mann Co. are gonna expire. We’re gonna have to find new jobs.” 

“Yes, that’s correct,” Raphael said. He tapped a rhythm against the steering wheel. 

“And-and I was thinking when that time comes… maybe we could come back to Boston. Find some gigs out here,” Jeremy suggested. 

Raphael sighed. “Unfortunately, being a spy means that you don’t have the option of retiring, Jeremy. Not until you’re unable to complete your job. At that point, though, you’ve probably died a dozen times over,” he explained. “Even if I could retire, settling down somewhere so close to people I care about- I would still have enemies.” 

“Right. ‘Course,” Jeremy said. “It’s OK.” 

“That being said,” Raphael continued, “you have the luxury of youth and not being tied down to such a career. If you want to find a job in Boston after we finish with RED, there’s nothing stopping you.” 

“But people will still be after me, since I’m your son. And you wouldn’t be around.”

“Every child leaves their parents someday. And you’re strong, Jeremy. You can protect yourself and your family.” Raphael smiled. “I don’t believe Sara Jane needs much protecting, but I do worry.” 

Jeremy laughed. “I mean, did ya see the muscles on Scott and Michael? Guys can probably bench press a tractor!” 

They both chuckled before settling into quietude. Eventually, though, Jeremy had to break the silence. His voice was barely above a whisper. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, mon lapin.”

“...so your nickname for Ma is fucking ‘little cauliflower?’ What the hell, Dad?” 

#father-son bonding au #Team Fortress 2 #team fortress 2 au #tf2 #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #tf2 scout's mom #dad spy #thetriggeredhappy #spy x scout's ma #noodle writes

[garebearandnan]

LITG S2: EP15 Pt2 Coming Clean

SUMMARY: A new challenge unearths some secrets… I have added some new secrets. I hope you enjoy!

Narrator, Iain Stirling:  The producers have been getting their hands dirty, digging up some saucy secrets about the Islanders. They even spoke to Gary’s nan! Lovely lady. So grab your popcorn, because it’s time to drag some skeletons out of the closet, kicking and screaming. 

Challenge Stage

You arrive at the challenge stage with the other Islanders. This afternoon was a hot one, and the platform offered no shade. There was a big banner that read 'Coming Clean', written in white. “What’s all this?” Before you are two tanks with slides leading into them—one is filled with mud, the other with soapy water and sponges. There were also two piles of envelopes—one marked 'boys' and one marked 'girls'.

Jakub leans gingerly over the mud tank, peering inside. He looks disgusted. He wrinkles his nose. “That’s al dente, that is."

“You’re still using it wrong, mate,” Ibrahim tutted. “Mud ain’t al dente.”

Jakub blushes slightly but keeps his face composed. "Yeah, I know that. I was using it ironically, like." Bobby chimed in, trying to keep a serious face, "You can't be ironic about al dente." Jakub nods along as though he understands.

Rahim and Bobby are loving this whole ‘al dente’ thing. “Shame about the mud – This outfit was al dente!”

Gary complimented you with his lopsided, crooked smile, "You're always al dente, darlin’."

“Aww, thanks, babe!” You smiled flirtatiously at your blond, hunky partner. “Right back at ya handsome.”

Poor Jakub, he can’t catch a break! Chelsea said, “Al dente means…” Bobby tries to communicate something with his eyes. It comes out more as a twitch. He silences Chelsea with a look, putting a finger to his lips. “Oops…” Chelsea covered her mouth.

A phone buzzes. Priya announced, “Islanders, in today’s challenge, you need to come clean! In front of you are two piles of envelopes containing secrets  about your fellow Islanders–one for the girls, one for the boys. If you choose to open an envelope and read a secret,  you’ll have to slide into the mud. If you resist the temptation and keep it sealed, you’ll be washed clean by the person whose secret remains inside. #comingclean #muddywaters #secretsrevealled”

Everyone applauds and cheers. Bobby made a clapping sound with his hands. “This is, well, exciting!”

Gary gave his assent, “This is gonna be mint.”

Priya said, "Woop woop," and Marisol echoed her excitement by saying, "Hashtag, bring it on!"

This challenge… You made a comment along the lines of, “Let’s hashtag nail this challenge!”

Chelsea expressed her excitement by clapping both of her hands together. “Woo! Best challenge ever!”

Ibrahim grits his teeth. “Oh, no, my hair!”

Hope exchanges a concerned look with Noah. “I hadn't thought about that!”

Lottie made the suggestion, “Want me to get you girls shower caps?” Hope looked her way before shaking her head and responding, “Er, no, I’m good.”

Lottie gave a nonchalant shrug and added, “Shame. I could've done with one myself. Definitely re-dying my hair after this.”

“Relax, you guys. We’re only sliding in–it’s not like they’re throwing it over us.” Priya continued by saying, “I doubt you’ll get any on your hair or face.”

The girls line up facing the boys. Hope asked, "Who's going first?"

(Lottie's secret) Gary’s phone buzzes. "Me, I guess." He steps forward and takes an envelope from the pile. ‘Lottie’ is written on the back. “Now this is interesting,” he says with a smirk toward the makeup artist. Lottie flushes with colour.

Hope reminded him, “Remember, if you open it, you have less of a chance of winning the challenge.” 

"And you'll have to get covered in mud.” Lottie pouted and added, “Just saying." Gary grins at her and tears open the envelope without further hesitation. He reads it aloud.

“Titanic, Little Women, and The Secret Garden make Lottie cry every time. #CryMeAnAtlanticOcean #WorksEveryTime”

Some of the Islanders looked pleasantly surprised. Marisol commented, “Really? Titanic?” which caused Lottie to side-eye her. “Some of us are sensitive, okay?”

Priya chopped in, “I wouldn’t have guessed. Lottie?" Bobby defended his partner, “Nah, Lottie’s a massive softie once you get to know her.”

Lottie marks him with a look. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t cry too if you’d seen them.”

Bobby laughed. “That’s fair. I’ll throw up my hands and admit I haven’t seen those films.”

Titanic, Little Women, and The Secret Garden make Lottie cry. “Same, to be honest.”

Lottie turned to you, nodding her head and pulling a sad face. “You know then. When they’re lowering her in the lifeboat, and…” Her voice becomes a squeak. “And Jack realises he’s going to die… But then Rose… Rose jumps, and…” She covers her mouth as the tears start rolling.

Hope patted the blonde’s shoulder. “It’s okay, babes. We know the story.”

Chelsea cocked her head as she pondered out loud, “But don't you guys think that Jack could have, like, totally survived if she'd just let him-”

Lottie glared as she cut her off, "Too soon."

"Eep. Sorry." Chelsea looks away pouting. “... They could have, though.”

Lottie regains her composure, dabbing at her eyes. “Looks like you’re first on the slide, Gary.” She gives him a flirty smile.

Gary concedes with a massive smile, “Looks like I am.” He takes his time climbing up the ladder, hesitating when he reaches the top. Gary shouts out when he slides down the ladder, “Geronimo!”

Everyone laughs and cheers.

In the Beach Hut (BH), Grace: “He looked really good. Especially when he was going up. I was like, ‘Oh, okay’. I think Gary looked sexy. His big, well–defined biceps make me gush no-end.”

Priya remarked, “I never quite got why people say that when they jump off things. Or, like, slide into them.”

The mud covers Gary completely. “Oof!” He exhales. He windmills his arms, sending splatters of mud flying everywhere. He’s getting more mud on the platform and himself. “Come on in, guys. The mud’s warm.”

Lottie wrinkled her nose and exclaimed, “Yuck.”

BH Lottie: “He’s pulled off most things. But that was grim.”

You smiled at him enjoying himself. “It’s good for your skin babes. Just let it dry in the sun for about half an hour, then wash it off and viola! Soft, glowing skin.”

“Hell yeah!” Gary takes two wads of mud in his hands and rubs it into the skin on his chest. He returns to his place in line, leaving a trail of muddy footprints on the deck.

BH Gary: “It was just so much fun getting down and dirty…” (He laughs.)

(Gary’s Secret) Another phone beeps. This time it’s yours. “My turn!”  You step forward and pick up an envelope with Gary’s name on it. “This has a secret about Gary inside it!”

You finger the envelope for a moment. Should I read Gary’s secret? Gary gives you a cheeky grin but stays quiet. If I open it, I have to get covered in mud, which means less chance of winning the challenge. Plus, I’ll totally ruin my outfit. But we’re already at a disadvantage now since Gary opened Lottie’s secret, so it might not matter either way. I wanna know. You tear open the envelope and read out the contents.

“It’s no secret that Gary loves his nan, but you know what he won’t tell you? The time his mates switched her name in his phone with a girl he’d been chatting to on Tinder. #ItsInTheFamily #BloodIsThickerThanWater”

The boys all laugh.

 Ibrahim’s eyes go wide. “Mate, that’s savage!” The golfer exclaimed, “Did you, like, text her and stuff?”

“Yeah,” Gary said with a blush. “But I figured it out pretty quick when she replied. It was something like, ‘wash your mouth out with soup’ and ‘no way to speak to your nan’.”

BH Bobby: “Mmm… Very impressive prank. Gotta remember that one for my mates back home. Lookin’ at ya, Junno.”

“Wait, did you just say soup?” Marisol asked with a confused expression, “You meant soap, right? Like, what you would usually use to wash things with?” 

“I think you guys are underestimating my nan’s soup,” said Gary with a chuckle.

Grace (thinking): His nan sounds like a riot. Sounds like a prank my brothers would pull.

When your eyes meet Gary's, you get an uncontrollable attack of the giggles, and you find yourself gripping your side as you do so. “Your mates sound hilarious. I wish I would have thought to prank someone like that.” You give him a cheeky smile.

Hope frowned. “Really? I’d be fuming if one of my girls did that to me.”

“Yeah, I gotta agree with Hope.” Marisol piped up. “They took that a bit far. There's a point where it goes past being funny into just being mean.”

Hope turned to Gary and asked, “Did you get in trouble, Gary?"

Gary nodded and replied, “A whole summer’s worth of chores and driving her to bingo.” Everyone laughs, and Gary joins in.

Beside you, Marisol cleared her throat. “Looks like Grace’s going in the mud.”

“Oh yeah, that part.” You walk over to the mud tank and climb the ladder. Time to slide in the mud. Go as fast as possible. You push yourself off and arrive with a big splash, sending mud flying. "Woo!"

Everyone applauds and cheers.

“Go Grace!” Chelsea cheered.

Now I've got mud on my clothes. I’ve been covered in worse. Probably not a story for today… Hopefully? “It’s not too bad. People pay good money for this sort of thing at fancy resorts!” You return to your place in line, dripping with brown muck.

BH Gary: “I don’t know what was hotter- the heat or how she can look so damn sweet and sexy in MUD! Well damn, boy. As fetishes go seems pretty tame, but seeing Grace get muddy... yeah it just might be a thing.” (He laughs.)

(Noah’s Secret) Hope’s phone goes off. “Me!” She steps forward and takes an envelope from the pile bearing Noah’s name on it.

“Noah “mis-read” the situation when he turned up to Reading Festival with a backpack full of library books! #ReadTheRoom #ReadingAtReading”

“Wait, so you actually thought the Reading Festival was a festival about reading?” Priya asked, a little confused. “And you, what, sat there with a book the whole time?”

“It actually took off. People started reading next to me, then more of them, until eventually someone posted a picture of us on social media,” Noah explained. “Hashtag reading at Reading trended for weeks.” 

The other girls ‘awww’ and everyone claps. Hope flashed a grin at her partner. “You know, I think I actually saw that!”

Chelsea beamed at the handsome librarian. “That's a cute one!”

Hope nods in agreement. “I think it’s really sweet.” Noah smiles sweetly as he looks at Hope.

Noah took ‘Reading Festival’ literally, brought a bunch of books along, and started an internet sensation. “So you're internet famous?”

Noah looked at you. “Kind of? Doesn’t really mean much now that I’m here, does it? Like, what are people going to remember me as the guy who started a hashtag once or the guy who was on Love Island?”

BH Priya: “I just can’t resist that boy anymore. I’ve been trying to fight it, but, like I’m just going with the flow. That was freakin’ cute.”

Noah smiled at Hope. "But you know what this means, right, Hope?”

Chelsea chanted excitedly, “Slidey time! Slidey time!” 

Hope feigns a dramatic sigh, wanders over to the mud tank, climbs the ladder, and slides in. Noah runs over, plunges his hands into the mud, and splashes more of it onto her chest and shoulders. "You melt!” Hope said as she grinned. “I'm gonna get you for that!" She clambers out and envelops Noah in a muddy hug, cackling as she covers him. He wraps his arms around her and gives her a kiss on the forehead.

"Urgh! Goals!” Chelsea scrunched her nose, adding, “Maybe not the mud part, though." Everyone laughs.

Grace (thinking): They're in their own little world. Kind of reminds me of what they were like back at the start… I wonder how long it'll last?

(Lucas’s Secret) A phone buzzes, and Marisol grabs an envelope. The side read ‘Lucas’. “I never did mind getting my hands dirty.” She gives her partner a flirty look. “It’s like they say. Knowledge is the real prize.” She opens it with a flourish, her eyes trained on his.

“Lucas once went on a blind date with a woman who didn’t speak English, and needless to say he doesn’t speak Russian.  #LostInTranslation #InternationalManOfMystery”

Ibrahim inquired, “Mate, what’s that all about?” Lucas elaborated by saying, “It’s talking about the time I went on a date with this Russian girl who didn’t speak any English. And I don’t speak any Russian, so we ended up just typing messages into a language translation app on my phone.” 

The next question that Ibrahim posed was, “And just, like, passing the phone back and forth?”

“Quietest date I’ve ever had.” Lucas smiled. “It’s really weird when one of you laughs, because up until then it’s just been silent.”

Lucas managed a date entirely through a language translation app… “What did you talk about?”

“Only basic things, to be honest with you. I don't know if you’ve ever used an app like that before, but they don’t score high on accuracy. Like, I asked her if she was okay, and the app said her reply was ‘I feel myself’. Which turned out to be… less exciting than I'd hoped.”

The golfer looked confused. “I feel myself?”

Lucas smiled. “Let me put it this way. If I went up to someone who didn’t speak fluent English, and I pointed at their dog and said, ‘Sick dog, mate’, they’d take it to see a vet.”

Ibrahim nodded. “Fair play. I guess the English language doesn’t make that much sense, does it?”

Jakub chimed in, “Yeah, it’s kind of al dente, isn’t if?”

Bobby shook his head. “No. Just… no.”

“Sounds romantic.” Chelsea exhaled with a wistful sigh. “That’s a rom-com just waiting to happen.”

Lucas smiled. “Yeah, I think so.”

According to Marisol, “It sounds awkward.”

"It wasn't that bad, actually. Got some good laughs out of it." Lucas paused. He flashed a cheeky smile and added, "Maybe more than that…"

Gary jabs him playfully in the ribs. "Oi oi!"

Lucas blushed, shaking his head. "Get your head out of the gutter!” Everyone laughs. “I meant that she introduced me to the brilliance of Russian ballet." Lucas smirked. "And maybe a few other things."

The boys all whooped. Gary chanted. ”Oi oi oi!”

“This is all besides the point though…” Lucas turns his attention back to his partner. “Ready to get down and dirty, Marisol?”

“As if you need to ask,” She declared this with a grin on her face and amusement visible in her eyes. Marisol climbs the ladder and slides down into the mud. “It’s not actually too bad.” Everyone applauds and cheers.

(Grace’s Secret) Gary's phone buzzes. He picks up an envelope with your name on it.

Ugh, at this rate we’re never going to win! “We’ve really given up on this whole winning thing, haven’t we?”

He returned your smile. “Maybe I just want to get to know you better.”

A secret about me… Do I want Gary to read my secret? “Read it!” You smiled at him. “I wanna know what it says as much as everyone else here.” Gary grins. He opens the envelope.

“When Grace heard that her bestie's boyfriend was playing away, she swapped his conditioner for hair removal cream. #WomanScorned #GoodbyeGoldilocks”

Lottie grins happily. “That was amazing!”

Grace's mischievous act of revenge had the girls in stitches. Lucas touches a protective hand to his hair. Marisol chimed in, “He must have been a real D-bag.”

“You could say that. He was obsessed with his hair, too. It was even better than Henrik’s… before I intervened.”

All the Islanders ‘Ooooo’.

“Remind me never to come between you and, well, anything,” stated Bobby. An awkward silence lingers as the boys look at each other. Some snickers are heard from the girls. Noah added, “I think Gary’s has earned himself a mudding.”

Gary chuckled. “You say that as if it’s a bad thing.” Gary heads straight for the tank, climbs up, and slides in. With an infectious enthusiasm, he called out, "I'm going in!" Everyone applauds and cheers. He climbs out. Gary's eyes locked onto you with that mischievous grin plastered across his face. He made a beeline toward you.

“Don’t touch me!” you exclaimed, a mix of laughter and protest in your voice.

Gary, undeterred, teased, “Wait, so you’re saying you don’t want a mud hug?” With that, he makes a show of chasing you around the stage with his muddy hands outstretched, creating a spectacle that had the entire group laughing and cheering. You grab an arm-load of sponges and launch them at Gary. He yelps and runs to hide behind Noah, laughing. Chuckling, he wipes his hands on his trunks and returns to his spot in line.

(Jakub’s Secret) A phone buzzes. Priya looks at her phone, steps forward, and picks up an envelope. “This one’s about… Jakub.” Jakub grins at her, puffing out his chest. She tears it open and reads it aloud. “Jakub once had to shave his head after  he got a waxing strip stuck to it. #NeverAgain #LegsOnEEK” Everyone laughs.

“It happened a few years ago, alright?” Jakub’s cheeks burn a brilliant red. “I was trying to do my legs, but it was really hard to yank off, and somehow I smacked it into my forehead. Got it stuck in my hair and everything. Like the text said, I had to shave my whole head.”

The boys jostle about with each other, laughing even more.

Jakub got a wax strip caught in his hair after a failed leg wax attempt.

Lottie gave a snort. “What an amateur.”

“Do you see any hair on these bad boys?” He sticks out a leg, turning it for her to see. “It's completely smooth.”

You chimed in, “That’s happened to me too! The struggle is real. Next time, get it out with corn syrup.

Chelsea was so animated that she appeared to be bouncing in place. “Oh em gee, totally! Corn syrup is absolutely one hundred percent what you need when you get a wax strip caught in your hair.”

“Corn syrup is bae.” Jakub broke into a grin.

Marisol appeared to be surprised. “Well, you learn something new every day.”

“How often does this happen to people?” Bobby asks with a raised eyebrow. Chelsea just giggles at him.

Priya walks over to the mud tank, climbs the ladder, and slides in. “That was fun!” She giggles. “It’s been ages since I went down a slide. Might have to go down to the local playground.”

“I’m sure the dads won’t complain,” Bobby said with a wink.

(Chelsea’s Secret) A phone buzzed. Jakub picks up an envelope. “Chelsea.”

“Read it out! Read it out! Read it out!” Chelsea chanted excitedly.

Jakub hesitates. “Yeah, no.” He grimaced. “I’m not getting thrown in there.” Chelsea’s face dropped and she gazed down at the decking.

“Alright. Hand it over.” Gary grabs the envelope and tears it open with a flourish. Chelsea's expression lit up with joy. He read out.

“Chelsea once signed off an email to an important customer with a smiley face… only it was a big old 8=D. #BDE #GettingCocky”

Everyone cheers. Chelsea covers her face with her hands and squeals.

Hope inquired, “Did you get in trouble?

It appeared that Chelsea was perplexed. “Why would I?”

Priya gave the interior designer a contemplative look, saying,“Well, surely it damaged your reputation?”

“Not at all!”

Priya tapped her chin and said, “That’s actually genius.” Chelsea concurred, “I know, right?”

Chelsea emailed an 8=D to one of her customers. “How did you not know what that was?”

“What do you mean? It’s a smiley. But with a nose. After that, he just kept coming back for more work, so if anything I think this just makes me, like, a better interior designer.” Chelsea paused, took a breath, and then her eyes lit up like a light bulb went off. “OMG! That could be like my brand! Everyone likes a smiley. Especially a smiley with a nose!”

Marisol leans over and whispers, “I don’t think anyone has told her yet.”

Chelsea beamed at the crane operator. “Your turn in the mud now, Gary.”

BH, Chelsea confesses: “Swoon. He’s just the sweetest boy. And he is fit. Grace is so lucky to be coupled with him.”

Gary shrugs. He climbs the ladder and slides down. Gary is covered in mud. “Want me to roll around in the dirt with you?”

“Now that’s what I mean by ‘talk dirty to me’.” Gary grinned broadly. “Come here, you!”

You clamber over to the side and join him in the mud. “Slather me up, babes.”

“I like that word, slather.” Bobby says, “Ssslather.”

“Hey, Gary!”

“Yeah?”

“Catch!” You fling some mud towards him, splattering it across his chest. He laughs and flicks some back at you. You slap some more mud onto Gary, rubbing it into his back and shoulders for good measure. The boys laugh and cheer.

Marisol asked, “Grace, what are you doing?”

“Oops, sorry! Gary had a wasp on him! I was just shooing it away.”

Priya giggled. “Sure you were.”

Gary winks at you. “She really was! Honestly. I swear I felt something crawling on me.”

Lottie rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Can we please get back to focusing on the challenge now?”

“Wow, I’m totally covered. I don’t think I’ll get all this mud out of these shorts. Gary leans in and whispers 

in your ear. “I wouldn’t be opposed to sharing a shower.” You bit your lip as your eyes locked for a moment. 

You blush as you smile. I could get so lost just looking into his eyes…

(Marisol’s Secret) A phone buzzes. With a glance at his phone, Lucas steps up to grab an envelope. “This one’s about… Marisol.” He looks down at the envelope in his hands as he hesitates before looking over at his partner who gives him two thumbs up. Fuck me. He reads aloud.

“Puzzle rooms are ultimately about trying to escape,  but Marisol was in no hurry as she got wild and naughty. #NoEscape #CluelessBits”

Hope and Chelsea squeal in surprise. 

You smirked. “Oh, that was saucy!”

Bobby said, flashing a cheeky grin, “Marisol, you dark horse!” Everyone laughs.

Marisol grinned. “The lights went out, and we were stuck in there for ages. What else were we expected to do? It was a fun place to get naughty.”

Priya chipped in, saying, “That sounds like my kind of night.”

“Total bucket list!” You said, and Gary gave you a flirty look as he replied, “Sounds like a room I’d like to get trapped in.”

BH Jakub: “I’m not a huge fan of puzzles. I’d pass on that one.”

Chelsea claimed, “I’d be too worried about getting locked in the room!”

Bobby flashed another cheeky grin at Lucas. “So, it looks like Lucas is going down the slide and getting himself muddied.”

“And here I was hoping all of you had all forgotten.” Lucas moves reluctantly towards the slide and climbs up. He takes his time climbing the ladder, hesitating when he reaches the top. The others' cheer him on.

Gary calls out in encouragement. “You can do it, Lucas! Just go down quick.”

Lucas looks at him unhappily. “And get more of this on me? No way!” He takes a deep breath and slowly slides down. The mud covers him up to his waist.

BH Lucas: “I’m going to be real. I don’t think it was very fun or sexy.”

Lucas sits absolutely still for a moment before raising his arms, watching with dismay as swathes of mud slide off them. “I’ve made a terrible mistake. I don’t even like mud baths at the best of times. But it’s not even the right kind of mud!”

Priya chimed in with, “Yeah, the real stuff smells like rotten eggs. Sulphur and stuff. Like, from volcanoes.”

He frowns. Lucas replied, “I think I’ll take this over smelling like that.” He returns to his place in line.

(Priya’s Secret) Ibrahim hesitates, sneaking glances at the vat of mud. He looked down at the envelope. He shook his head before opening.

“Priya once got a concussion from pulling the moves  on none other than her sister’s man! #ImWalkingHere #WatchWhereYou'reGoing”

Priya quickly defended. “Before you all go getting ideas, it’s not quite as bad as it sounds.”

Lottie called out, “You sure about that?”

Priya rolled her eyes, and you suggested, “Spill the tea then, babe.”

“They weren’t dating yet. And both of us liked him at the same time anyway, so it was more of a friendly competition. One day they were walking together, and I was walking in front, so I thought I’d try the Over The Shoulder Smoulder.”

Lucas asked, “And what, walked into a lamp post?”

Priya grinned. “Nailed it.” Everyone laughs.

Ibrahim thought to himself, try to slide slowly. He eases his way down, keeping his hands on the sides to slow himself.

Bobby expressed his disbelief by shaking his head. “Where's the fun in that?”

The golfer slid gently into the mud. There’s no splash, and he doesn’t get too much on himself. Lottie looked impressed. “That’s actually not a bad idea.”

(Ibrahim’s Secret) Chelsea’s phone buzzes. She runs up to the front and grabs a card.

“Ibrahim, once lost their date in a garden maze. #HideandSeek #Mazerunner”

Priya claimed, “Oh, that's a good one.”

Gary questioned Rahim with, “How is that even possible, mate?”

Noah offered in his defence by speculating, “Maybe they did it on purpose?”

Ibrahim explained: “Yep! I had no choice but to leave them. It was supposed to be a fun romantic game of hide and seek. She hid, I failed to seek. An hour later we found each other. I thought she saw the funny side...”

Lottie interjected, “I’d be fuming if I got jilted in a maze.”

Ibrahim continued, “I thought we were cool and she suggested going skinny dipping in the nearby lake.”

Bobby chipped in, “Now, that’s a fun time, bro.”

BOYS: WHOOPING

Ibrahim goes red and rubs the back of his neck. “Although, the whole thing’s not as impressive as it sounds. When I got out of the water my clothes were gone. I had to poke some neck and arm holes in a clean bin bag and wear it as I ran back to my car. An unused bean bag, obviously. Now I hide my clothes really well when I skinny dip.”

ALL: LAUGHTER.

Noah chipped in, “Smart.”

Chelsea is cheered on by the boys and girls. She didn’t hesitate as she pushed off and landed in the vat of mud, laughing and whooping.

BH Chelsea: “All the mud just went everywhere. It was just stuck everywhere. I’m like, that’s so fun.”

Several rounds pass, with more and more islanders going down the mudslide.

Narrator Iain Stirling: Hope once played bassoon in a swing band. #JazzHands #QueenOfSwing

Lottie inquired, “You played bassoon in a swing band?” Hope replied, “Metal covers band. We played swing.”

Narrator Iain Stirling: Bobby believed in the mythical animal, ‘The Loch Ness Monster' until he was 13. #MythicalNessie #SeaCreature”

Marisol let out a gasp. “Bobby, you’re literally from Scotland. How did you believe in the Loch Ness Monster until you were thirteen?”

Bobby pouted. “Alright, don’t talk about her like she’s not real. She’ll get offended.”

Narrator Iain Stirling: … And washing each other off.

(Gary’s Secret) Lottie's phone sounds. She steps up to the table with the cards. Gary's name is on it. 

Lottie (thinking): Should I read Gary’s secret? If I open it, I’ll have to slide into the mud. Plus, I’ll totally ruin my hair. She smiles to herself. Though technically I still could still get washed by Gary… She examines the envelope, then drops it on the ground.

Bobby shouts, “Boo!”

“Please, I’m not getting muddy over a secret.”  Lottie smiles at Gary sexily. “I still get washed by Gary…”

Your jaw drops. Hope calls out, “You’re not even muddy!”

“So, isn’t that right, Gary?” 

He looks especially taken aback shifting awkwardly on his feet. “I… I…”  He nods and rubs his neck.

You can’t say anything, You’re too floored.

Lottie sashays, swinging her hips in a seductive manner, over to the pool. She slides down into the soapy water, careful not to let it splash her face or her hair. She gasped. “I thought it was gonna be warm!” She sat up on her knees and flipped her hair over her shoulders looking pretty hot as the water cascaded down her body. She holds her arms up expectantly.

Gary grins and walks over to the pool of mud. Grace flinches, but keeps her cool. Lottie moves her hair above and out of the way as Gary grabs a waterlogged sponge and squeezes it, sending soapy bubbles cascading over her shoulders. Lottie was having a great time being in such close proximity to the gorgeous lad. She couldn't help but look at his chiselled abs as his muscly arms dragged the sponge down her torso.

She cooed, “This is better than any secret.” The other lads uttered "ahhs" and "oohs" in a suggestive manner earning a look from you. Gary blushed when he noticed that Lottie was getting goosebumps, which could have been caused by the cold water or by something else entirely.

BH Jakub: “Oh, my nuts. I didn’t know where to look! Lottie looked hot as she tossed her hair around giving off sex eyes. Got to do what you gotta do in here.”

Was bound to have happened at some point… Stay chill, stay chill. You murmured, “It’s just a bit of fun.” As you shifted slightly uneasily, Gary catches your movement.

Gary squeezed the sponge and scrubbed her skin briskly. Oh, my God, it's freezing! Lottie glares at him. “Not so hard!” 

The sponge lands back in the tank with a plop. Gary pales. “Done.”

BH Grace: “I don’t like seeing it. I know it’s a challenge but I can’t help it. It’s not nice seeing Lottie flirt with him.”

Eventually the challenge comes to an end, the floor covered with torn envelopes. Only Lottie, Bobby, and Jakub show restraint, refusing to open any of the envelopes. 

BH Lottie: “I think me and Bobby have got this challenge in the bag.”

Lottie’s phone buzzes. “Guys, I’ve got a text!” She reads it out.

“Lottie and Bobby, congratulations on winning today’s challenge.  Your prize is a night in the Hideaway.  #JustTheTwoOfUs  #AwayFromItAll  #OneMoreChanceToGetDirty”

Bobby jumps up and down. Everyone applauds and cheers.

Hope said, “Congrats, guys. That’s some serious self control.” Lottie smirked and replied, “I surprise even myself sometimes.”

Chelsea chimed in, “A night in the hideaway is just one night. Secrets are forever.”

Lottie quirked an eyebrow. “Well, we heard the same ones you did. And we still won, so…”

Lottie and Bobby get a night in the hideaway? Selecting the mud had proven to be an unfortunate choice. You'd rather have won the challenge and go to the hideaway with Gary. “Damn it, Gary! I'm so jealous."

Gary looks at you and smiles sheepishly. "Whoops! My bad."

Lottie shoots you a steely look. “Better luck next time.”

“I feel your pain, Grace” Chelsea chipped in, “I’m super jelly.”

"I am her spreadable hero sidekick, Super Peanut Butter!" Bobby laughs.

Chelsea blinks at him and turns back to Lottie. “Do you think you’ll, like, do bits?”

Lottie replied, “Knowing Bobby we'll probably just, like, build a fort or something.”

Chelsea pokes Lottie playfully on the shoulder. “That's still gossip, babes. I want to hear every fort-building detail.”

Bobby blushed. “Why does that sound so aggressive?”

+++

The Islanders start heading back to the Villa. As you leave you notice Chelsea picking up the unopened envelopes. Those must be the secrets we didn’t read. I wonder what she’s planning on doing with them.

Narrator, Iain Stirling: In today’s challenge the islanders found out  more about each other than they needed to know… There’s plenty more drama in store.

Bobby settled onto the lawn. “That challenge was jokes wasn't it!” His smile conveyed a cheerful and happy expression.

Gary agreed as he settled back on the bean bag behind you. “Yeah. Interesting finding out more details about you all.”

You’re sitting in the garden with the other Islanders when Chelsea brings out her stack of collected secrets. “That is definitely one of my favourite looks for you, Grace.”

“Thanks, babe!”

“Who wants to see what they say?” said Chelsea; her eyes twinkled with mischief.

Marisol looked at the cards in her hands curiously. “Isn't that against the rules of the challenge?”

“The challenge is over, babes!” Chelsea waved a dismissive hand. “It's secret time.”

Priya chimed in and shrugged, “I guess nobody’s going to stop us.” 

Chelsea wants to read some secrets that nobody opened… “I want more secrets, too.”

“Amazing!” Chelsea picks up another secret.

Narrator, Iain Stirling: It seems we’re only just beginning to uncover the secrets the Islanders have buried away.

Chelsea wiggles one of the envelopes at you. “Here, this one has Gary’s name on it.” She passes you the envelope with “Gary” written on it.

Gary smiled at his partner. “Up to you. I’m not fussed either way.”

“Free reign, huh?” You had a cheeky twinkle in your eye.

He gives you a sexy grin. Sweetheart, you can do anything you want to me.

His eyes had a sinister sparkle to them that gave you fanny flutters. A large grin spread across your face. You tear it open. “Right now, I’m just excited to get to know you better.”

“Gary once activated a clap-on light using only the power of his digestive system. #ClapOnClapOff #WatchOutOzoneLayer”

Gary looks over your shoulder and blushes. “Oh… that.”

Your eyes widen. “Care to explain?”

He smiled. “It was pretty funny. I was staying over at a mate's house, a whole bunch of us. He had this clap-on light. You know, those ones that turn on when you clap your hands? I don't remember much, but apparently I farted in the middle of the night, and the sound of it switched the light on.”

Gary’s fart story…  “LOL.” You burst out laughing. “You’re so funny. I love it.” You laughed along with a couple of other Islanders.

“Phew! For a minute there, I was scared I’d blown it.” Gary laughs, flashing his cheeky, infectious smile!

“I’ve done worse, mate.” Bobby high-fived the crane operator.

BH Lottie: “That's grim.” (She grimaced.) “Farting is such a turn-off.”

“You could say your performance was cheeky,” Bobby said playfully.

Noah slapped his forehead. “Oh, no…”

Bobby had a mischievous smile on his face as he continued, “Why did the fart open a bakery? It loved sharing its ‘puff’ pastries with everyone!”

Some laughter and a couple of groans. Gary chipped in, “Did you hear about the fart that joined a gym? It wanted to work on its glute-us maximus.” Gary laughs, his eyes gleaming boyishly. You return his smile. “Glad my puns are bringing a smile to your face.”

Jakub laughed. “That was al dente.”

Bobby was grinning with amusement. Too easy. “What do you call a teacher who never farts in the library? A private tutor.”

A few chuckles go around. Chelsea tears open an envelope, grins, then runs over to Lottie, waving a secret in one hand. “Oh. Em. Gee. You are actually my hero!”

You asked, “What did she do?”

Chelsea looked at the makeup artist in awe. “She shaved off a guy’s eyebrows!”

Hope gasped. “Oh, my days!”

“What can I say?” Lottie frowned. “I found his wedding ring.”

Jakub paled. “Wow, that’s harsh.”

“Well, I couldn’t just let him get away with it. So I just took things into my own hands.”

Lottie shaved off a guy’s eyebrows after discovering he was married… “That’s so fierce.”

Lottie smirked. “Don’t worry, I didn’t leave him completely bare. Me and my sharpie gave him a whole new pair of evil eyebrows. On. Fleek.”

“OMG, I can’t even imagine.”

GIRLS: LAUGHTER AND CHEERING

Chelsea picks up another secret and gasps. “This one’s about Bobby!”

She handed it toward Lottie. “Nah, I’m good. You're on your own.”

“Are you sure you don’t wanna know what it says? I love knowing things other people don’t know. I’ll just open one. Actually, maybe two.” She picks up another and opens it.

“Bobby once had to be rescued naked from a hotel rooftop. #AllHangOut #DressCodeNotRequired”

You asked, “Why would you be on a hotel rooftop?”

Jakub claimed, “I’ve been naked in a lot of hotels, but never on a rooftop.” Priya chimes in with a teasing comment, “Hope it was somewhere exotic. Or your packages won’t have been much to write home about.”

“It was a warm night.” Bobby grins mischievously. “There were six of us stuck out there. We were on a massive night, and it escalated quickly. I heard a helicopter, so I thought it’d be funny to all get naked, get on the roof, and do the helicopter with our… equipment.”

Gary smirked, asking, “You mean swinging it round in a circle?

“Yeah! Total banter, until we got locked out on the roof for hours. Gave the builders renovating the roof a surprise in the morning.”

Everyone laughs. Chelsea starts grabbing a whole bunch and tearing them open, reading the secrets to herself before throwing them aside. You take one of the ones she’s discarded. This one’s about Marisol.

“Marisol has a lot of responsibilities, not least running her 100k-strong web page — ‘Duck of the Day’. #CutHerSomeQuack #MysteriousMallard”

Chelsea asked, “What’s Duck of the Day?”

“Oh, it’s just this page where we post pictures of ducks. Mostly mallards, but sometimes the odd swan, maybe a moorhen. On Wednesdays, we do waterfowl.”

Lucas asked, “You run a web page about ducks?”

“Why ducks?”

Bobby chipped in next, “Why any of it?”

The law student explained: “It was just this random fun thing that me and my housemates decided to do in our first year at uni. We had a load of ducks on campus, so it was kind of an in-joke.”

Hope smiled, saying, “I’d join that. Ducks are hilarious.”

Marisol returned the Londoner’s smile. “We get some really wild ones. I’ll sign you up first thing when summer’s over.”

Bobby continued with, “That’s so cool… ducks are-”

Marisol cut Bobby off, claiming, “There’s a joke in there somewhere, but ‘no duck pun’ vibes from you right now, so…”

She is about to say more when Chelsea gasps, staring down at another secret in her hands amid a scattering of torn, empty envelopes. “Oh. Em. Gee. I'm shook!”

Hope looked at her and asked, “What is it?”

Narrator Iain Stirling: The Islanders are winding down after a challenge filled with secrets unknown- but there's about to be a new one spilling out of Chelsea's mouth, and it's a corker!

Chelsea's eyes widen, flickering towards Noah. She presses her lips together and shakes her head. “Mm-mm. Nope. Can't tell.”

Hope asked, “Why not? Is it something to do with me and Noah?” Priya rolls her eyes. Hope doesn't seem to notice. Noah presses his fingers to his temples, shakes his head, and groans.

Chelsea won’t share the secret she just read. “You don’t need to tell us.”

Hope demanded. “I think she does. It’s all of our business. We need to know what we’re getting ourselves into.” Marisol insisted, “Give us a clue.”

Chelsea blushes. “It’s to do with somebody’s ex-girlfriend.”

Hope stated, “I can literally see Noah’s name on the envelope you’re holding. If it’s about his ex-girlfriend, I want to know!” Chelsea bites her lip.

Noah puts his head in his hands. Hope's demand for information leads Chelsea to reveal, “Oh, alright then! I can’t say no to my girls. It says… Noah had an ex called Priya. For, like, three months.”

Grace (thinking): Oh, snap!

The news rattles the group, and there is a mixture of surprise, gasps, and worry in the air. Priya raises her eyebrows in amusement. Hope's face has lost some of its colour. “Noah's ex is called Priya?” The revelation seems to have caught her off guard, and the group awaits her reaction.

Noah quickly added, “Can we not make this bigger than it is?”

Grace (thinking): In three, two, one…

“Oh, this is big. We tell each other everything. Or at least we used to.” Hope crosses her arms and scowls at Noah. “Why did you hide this?”

Noah replied, “Because it didn't feel important to say. Who cares what my ex is called? It doesn't mean anything.” The tension in the air thickened as the conversation took an unexpected turn. 

“It’s interesting, I guess. I’ll add it to my list of fun facts. Pub quiz, here we go, ” Bobby said as he tried to diffuse the atmosphere with humour.You insisted, “It doesn’t mean anything. Plenty of people are called ‘Priya’.”

Noah nodded. ”Thank you, Grace.”

Marisol brought up, “But don't you think that's interesting though? In that people tend to subconsciously go for partners who remind them of their ex.”

“Precisely.” Hope nods, her lips screwed into a tight line. The law student added, “Like, so many of my exes look the same. It's natural to be drawn to what's familiar.” Her cryptic comment had left a cloud of uncertainty. 

Noah huffed, “Not helping, Marisol.” Hope went on, “Next, I'll find out their identical twins.” Priya scowls at her. 

You look around at the rest of the Islanders. I never said anything to Hope about this morning. Keep quiet for now. You clamp your mouth shut and watch the drama unfold.

“I never want to meet another Priya again at this rate,” claimed Hope.

Noah frowned. “Now that's just unfair.”

The islanders were on the edge of their seats, sharing looks with each other as they watched to see how the conflict would unfold. Hope stared at Noah incredulously. “Why? I'm done with her trying to snake her way in with you!”

Priya barks a laugh. She seemed unfazed and challenged Hope. “Please. You still think I’m the problem?” 

Hope snapped at the estate agent, “What's that supposed to mean?”

Grace (thinking): Oh, no. Priya wouldn’t tell Hope what Noah said in front of the group?

Priya explained, “He hasn't talked to you yet, has he?”

Grace (thinking): Bloody hell. 

Gary could feel your shoulders tense up. He gave you a concerned look.

Hope's eyes go wide, and her head turns to look at Priya. “Talk to me about… what?”

Noah looks especially taken aback, shifting awkwardly in his bean bag. “Priya—.”

Hope turns to face Noah and Priya. “Excuse me. I want to hear what Priya has to say.”

Priya continued, saying, “I want it out in the open. Noah said this morning that he's thinking of picking me at the next recoupling.” The colour drains from Hope's face.

Hope's expression now shifts to a mix of shock and hurt as Priya lays out the truth about Noah's roof terrace confession. A collective inhale of breath as the Islanders take in what this means, exchanging glances as they process the bombshell that has just been dropped.

Hope sniffs. “I thought I was going crazy.” She looks as though she might cry. The tension is palpable, and all eyes are fixed on the trio. The vulnerability in Hope’s expression tugs at your heartstrings.

Noah's face pales. “I don’t think—” Noah, now fully aware of the impact of Priya's revelation, looks like a deer caught in headlights.

After a moment, her expression hardens. Hope slowly turns to look at Noah, and she looks at him with a hurt expression. “And just when were you planning on telling me any of this?” 

Everyone stares at Noah. An awkward silence descends. You take hold of Gary’s hand. He gives it a small squeeze. “For the record, I never said I was going to choose her. Just that I... thinking about it. I didn't want to mess up what we have over something I wasn't sure about.” Grace and Lottie look at Hope, supportive. 

“You're waaay beyond messing things up, babe. I'm done with this.” Hope turns on her heel and starts striding back in the direction of the villa, with Noah chasing her. 

Gary lets out a low whistle as he watches them leave. “Phew. For a minute there, I thought that was going to turn into a massive argument.” The group looks at each other; tension hangs in the air.

Narrator Iain Stirling: You wouldn't have been wrong, Gary.

Marisol shook her head. “Wow!”

Lucas, glancing around at the others, echoed her sentiment. “Things just got real.”

Lottie replied, “You think?”

Chelsea asked, “That’s the end of the secrets, then?” An awkward silence lingers. The islanders brace themselves for the inevitable fallout of this news.

BH Marisol: "Well, this changes everything, doesn't it? We can't pretend things are the same after this bombshell. It's out in the open now. It affects all of us."

Narrator Iain Stirling: Well, a game of secrets was never gonna end with the Islanders skipping hand in hand into the Mallorcan sunset now was it?

A phone buzzes. Chelsea announced, “Oh, it's me! Guys, I got a text!”

“What does it say?”

Chelsea reads it to herself, and her face falls. “...” She looked up. “They’ve given me a warning for stealing those envelopes. It’s against the rules, apparently! Lol. Awkward. I’ll have to be on my best behaviour from now on.”

Everyone goes, but Gary stays and catches your eye. “Bloody hell.” Gary rubbed his beard. “Defo feels like there’s a love triangle developing.”

“Feels that way to me.” You move in for a tender hug, and Gary holds you tight in his muscular arms. 

“I’ve never liked triangles. Worst shape ever.” The atmosphere was charged with uncertainty. The revelation about Noah's wavering commitment hung in the air, and the dilemma of whether to share this information with Hope weighed on your mind.

Gary can sense there’s more to the story. “Did you overhear something this morning?”

You take a breath. “Noah and Priya were having a conversation on the roof terrace. He said Priya had turned his head. He’s having doubts, and he’s thinking about choosing her at the next recoupling.”

Gary sighed. “Interesting.”

You pull away from the hug, looking into Gary's eyes. “Should I have told Hope about the conversation I overheard between Noah and Priya right away?” And be the one to start the drama…

Gary, ever direct, said, "Let's not kid ourselves. We might as well brace ourselves for what's coming." He mused internally. Maybe Priya’s not the only one Noah wants to get to know?

Love Island is full of twists and turns, and you can't help but wonder what impact your decision – to share or not to share – will have on the evolving dynamics among the islanders.

Narrator Iain Stirling: Coming up! No place is safe from the wrath of Hope. Operation Nope comes to a head… And the Islanders receive an unexpected text… Find out next time on Love Island! Don’t miss it!

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