#they sent me a text saying i was a good aunt to their little baby and that they were happy to have a friend like me...

[shinybulbasaur]

the internet is evil because when I found out my neighbors who had recently immigrated had had a successful birth, I tried to look up "iranian baby customs" to see how I could congratulate them in a way that might feel like home, and all of the results were about bombs and assassination plots

I ended up buying them a cake and looking up the most appropriate way to say "congratulations" in persian

[webslingingslasher]

you’re too sweet ily and i am being brave about being sick and looking after myself coz i am alone ugh where’s the fictional boyfriend who can cook me food and make me hot drinks….

-🦥

you told peter the only fix would be some chicken noodle soup, he told you, albeit nicely, that he doesn't make soup. peter offered to order you some and he'd gladly bring it, and maybe it is a little dramatic, but you told him it wasn't the same. it had to be homemade.

sitting in bed, blanket tucked under your chin, you felt horrible. your nose couldn't decide between being clogged or a leaky faucet. coughing burned your throat, and you were fighting a fever.

your boyfriend sent you an 'incoming' text, you blink around the room. death would be easier, you think.

just like he said, a gentle knock was produced at your door. you appreciate peter coming by, but you don't dare let him in, you keep telling him you refuse to get him sick.

it takes longer than a minute to rise, you hope he doesn't mind. shuffling towards your door, you peek through a crack, he has a smile so wide and bright you copy it, just for a second, until a cough comes and you hide behind the oak.

'my poor baby,' he somehow eased himself into your room while you were busy trying to catch your breath. his lips were slightly cold on your forehead. 'you feel a little warm, have you taken your temperature?'

'yeah,' you sniffle, your back to not being able to breathe. 'it's going down.' another kiss, you push him away, your eyes catching on to a hand behind his back.

'what's that?' rather than tell, he shows. a container filled with chicken soup, homemade for sure. you gasp, eyes sparkling wide, you reach for the plastic; it's still warm.

'i thought you said you don't make soup?'

'i don't. but, may does. and she was more than willing to provide when i told her how sick you are.' you hug the container to your chest, it was an action of love. from peter's aunt and him.

'can you facetime her? i need to tell her how grateful i am.' your boyfriend's already pulling his phone from his pocket, but he still takes the time to tease you. 'and nothing for me? spider-man sailed across the city so his girlfriend could have hot soup.'

you bow your head, 'thank you, spidey.' peter's phone rings out, he doesn't seem happy at your response. 'close enough.' may's face pops up, you shove the container into the camera, your own face shortly after.

'peter said you made me soup. thank you very much.' a shocked laugh, she brushes you off. 'oh! you're very welcome, but i didn't do much. i just supervised peter.'

you wack peter's arm, he pouts at his aunt while you pester him. 'you said may made it! why are you lying to me?' you crack the lid and take a deep inhale, the steam fights off the sinus infection, it smells like home.

'in case it's bad.' it's may's turn to berate. 'peter!' you take a sip of the broth, it coats your sore throat and you need every bit of it. 'peter's the one that said he needed to learn how to make it. i just hung out in the background.'

‘thanks for tattling, may.’ peter’s made sure you got to bed safely. grabbing a spoon and hunkering down, you shove a mouthful, you'd share but you're selfish. 'this is so good, honey. thank you.' may sees it wipe over her nephew's face, he's proud. you asked and he delivered, next time he could even do it on his own.

'you're welcome, my baby. want some water?' you nod, watching peter walk around the room before holding his arm out. 'say goodbye, trouble.' you wave and say thank you when she tells you to feel better, peter sits next to you and refills your water.

'anything else?' he made you soup. something he never does, and he did. he learned for you. 'yes,' you scooch over, 'i need as many cuddles as you can give.' 

[sweveniv]

MAYOR ━━ h. ran. | chapter three. | masterlist.

warning: head job, anal fingering, vaginal fingering, throat goat, clitorical stimulation.

Ran's expression shifted from shock to confusion when he heard a little boy call out to me as 'mommy', his eyes widening in disbelief as he processed the words. It was clear that the boy had mistaken us for a couple, a misunderstanding that sent a flush of embarrassment across my cheeks as I realized that I was not setting a good example to this kid.

Without letting my discomfort show, I softly apologized to Kio and guided him to the playground, where most of the kids were playing. As soon as Kio was out of earshot, I turned to Ran who was still fixated on me, confusion written all over his face. I sighed, knowing that he had many questions about what had just happened.

Ran's brow furrows in confusion, eyes still fixed on mine as he continues to process what had just occurred. I take a deep breath before speaking, hoping to clear the misunderstanding once and for all.

"Let me clear things up for you," I say, taking a sip of my champagne before continuing. "That little boy who called me 'mommy' is actually my nephew - Emma and Draken's child. And while I may not be his mother, I am undoubtedly his aunt. I don't mind him calling me 'mommy' one bit, and my sister obviously does not either." I pause, hoping that Ran has finally understood the situation and that this conversation can come to an end.

Ran's smirk fades into a playful smile as he teases me about the little boy calling me 'mommy'. "So you want a baby, is that it?" He asks, his eyes dancing with amusement as he teases me. His tone is light and casual, as if he's just making a passing comment and not actually trying to read into my reaction. The amusement in his voice is infectious, and I can feel my own lips turning up in response, despite my nerves.

"You know I'm a model, I can't have a baby yet - it's too early," I reply, turning to face Ran and his cold, emotionless gaze. Despite the slight chill in his expression, a gentle smile still plays at the corners of his lips, leaving me feeling uneasy. I can't quite put my finger on what's bothering me, so I decide to just put up a bright smile and fix his tie to keep me busy.

As I was about to say something, our phones both chimed unexpectedly, causing us to look down in surprise. It was a message from Sanzu Haruchiyo, inviting us to do something. Our eyes met as we read the message, and for a moment, our attention was focused solely on the contents of the text. After a brief moment of silence, Ran cleared his throat and broke the tension.

I burst out in laughter the moment I saw Rindou's 30th birthday invitation designed by Sanzu. Ran on the other hand was visibly distraught, his face a mask of disappointment and embarrassment. The look in his eyes said it all - Rindou had made a terrible choice in letting Sanzu design his birthday invitation.

"Can you believe that?" Ran exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. "Rindou is turning 30 and this is what his invitation card looks like?" He shook his head in disbelief, unable to fathom what had possessed Rindou to give Sanzu such free rein.

"It's not even elegant," Ran continued, his voice rising in anger, "or fitting for someone turning 30." He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, before turning to me. "What do you think?" He asked, looking for my opinion on the matter.

Despite Ran's stern demeanor and habit of taking the lead in difficult situations, I couldn't help but burst out in laughter once more at his apparent displeasure. His frown only served to add to the humor of the situation, leaving me unable to restrain my grin. Clearly, Ran was not amused by my reaction, but that only made it harder to keep my composure. Despite his assertive nature, Ran's strong sense of justice and desire for control did little to dissuade my laughter, which only continued to snowball as the moment stretched on.

As the mayor and the supermodel laughed and teased each other on the balcony, a mysterious figure in the shadows took careful aim with his camera. His movements were discreet, and he was clearly a professional in his field. The light from the camera's flash reflected off of his dark glasses as he snapped shot after shot, carefully capturing every angle and every moment.

A second figure stood by his side, sipping on a margarita and watching the scenes unfold. He was the handler, giving instructions to the photographer with a sly smile and a knowing twinkle in his eye. It was clear that these two were operating in the shadows, capturing moments that most would not see.

"Perfect," the handler whispered, taking another sip from his margarita. "We need to capture this moment in all its glory. Make sure you get every angle."

The photographer nodded, adjusting his camera and continuing to snap photos from every angle. He was a seasoned professional, and he knew how to get the perfect shot, no matter the circumstances. The mayor and the supermodel were lost in their own world, unaware of the secret eyes watching them from the shadows.

I entered the grand hall filled to the brim with guests attending my aunt's grand birthday. The air was alive with excitement and anticipation, and the sounds of chatter and laughter filled the space. My eyes traveled over the crowd, admiring the elegance of the decorations and the beautiful outfits that everyone had chosen to wear for the occasion.

My aunt, looking stunning in a long flowing dress, stood at the center of the hall, surrounded by her friends and family. As she began to speak, I listened intently, taking in every word. Her words of gratitude for everyone attending her birthday touched me deeply, and I felt a lump form in my throat.

As I looked around the crowded room, my eyes finally settled on Ran's familiar face as he emerged from the sea of people. I watched as his eyes met mine, and he began making his way towards me. As he drew closer, he spoke up, his voice calm and polite.

"Mind if I take you home?"

A smile spread across my face, and I chuckled softly. "Of course not, I don't mind at all," I replied, my voice light and cheerful.

I took a step towards Ran, feeling the tension dissolve between us as he reached out and hooked his arm around mine, leading me out of the room. We made our way through the packed hallway, passing by the various groups of people gathered there, each lost in their own conversations and laughter.

As we stepped outside, the cool night air greeted us, and I shivered slightly. Ran noticed and pulled me closer, placing a hand on my back to provide additional warmth.

"Are you all right?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.

"I'm fine," I said with a small laugh. "Just a little chilly, that's all."

Ran chuckled softly, his eyes meeting mine. "Let's get you home, then," he said, giving my arm a gentle squeeze.

Together, we made our way to his car, where he opened the door for me and helped me inside. As we drove off into the night, the music of the city faded away behind us, and we spent the rest of the drive in comfortable silence, each lost in our own thoughts.

As we drove through the city at night, the radio suddenly began to play a familiar song that caught both of our attention. It was the song "Love is a Bitch" by Two Feet, and as the first few notes began to play, we both looked at each other and smiled.

Ran reached for the energy drink that was sitting in the cup holder in his car and took a sip, and as he did, the flashing lights of the city hit his face. His jaw tightened slightly, but he continued to drink from the bottle, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. As he drank, my eyes trailed from his lips to his Adam's apple, and my cheeks warmed with a blush that I was grateful for the darkness to conceal.

I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next, and as the song continued to play, I felt a sense of anticipation building between us.

The silence felt heavier than ever, as if the air around us were laden with expectations. Suddenly, Ran tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, and I noticed that his grip on the wheel had tightened.

The next song came on - "Mount Everest" by Labrinth - and I heard Ran clear his throat, his voice barely above a whisper. I rubbed my feet against each other nervously, trying to ease the tension in my body, and looked up into the rearview mirror, my eyes widening in surprise as I saw Ran doing the same.

It felt like a moment frozen in time, as if we were both processing the same thought at the same moment. For a second, our eyes met through the mirror, and I could swear I saw a flutter of recognition in his gaze. When the song changed, the moment was gone as quickly as it had come, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something different had passed between us.

I didn't know what the future held, but I felt the adrenaline of anticipation coursing through my veins, mingling with the warmth of Ran's presence. The drive felt endless, but the longer it continued, the more I felt drawn in by the man sitting next to me.

We drove in silence, both of us lost in our own thoughts as we listened to the radio. As the next song came on - "Crazy in Love," - I felt my heart thump a little bit faster, the excitement rising in my chest. I looked over at Ran, who seemed to be concentrating on the road, his eyes fixed on the traffic ahead.

Suddenly, he shifted the car to the right, driving past the main road and towards an empty parking lot. I felt my breath hitch in my chest as Ran began to slow down, and I looked at him in surprise. He parked his car in the middle of an abandoned building and turned the engine off, letting out a deep sigh as he ran his hand through his hair.

"Just by looking at your face, it turns me on," he said, his voice low and hoarse, his eyes fixed on mine.

Glancing down at Ran's crotch, I could see that he has been having difficulty with it as his boner has been enlarging minute by minute. He gave me another look and his eyes begged me to do something without saying anything. I gently gripped my thighs and bit my bottom lip, looking away for a brief moment. His beseeching face was too much for me to ignore; it seemed like he was actually pleading with me to do it now.

Though it was supposed to be his job to unbuckle his belt, I fixed my position and rolled my eyes upward. Ran gets horny first and wants me to gratify him before it's my turn. He was clearly horny from the start because of the whimper he let out when I unintentionally touched the tip of his dick, which was showing down a little.

With a low tone, I watched Ran's dick throb slowly. "Suck it please." he said. I want to tease him more because I know it hurts. I pushed my tongue, sipping from the juicy tip and stopping abruptly. Ran sighed, grasped my hair, and demanded, "Stop teasing."

He begged me to stop playing, his voice filled with desperation, while a sly grin appeared on my face. I gazed up at him as I sensually licked his tongue, observing Ran's mouth gape in shock and his neck veins strain as he gripped my hair firmly. My tongue swirled around the tip of his tongue, and with an abrupt motion, I forcefully moved my head downwards, resulting in me sucking half of his cock. This caused Haitani Ran, the mayor of Roppongi, to emit a loud moan of pleasure.

I softly take his member into my mouth at a leisurely pace, and as I reach the tip, I make an audible noise and twirl my tongue around it, meeting his gaze with his captivating violet eyes. The car fills with sounds of pleasure and Ran reacts by clenching his fist and tightening his jaw, responding even more forcefully when I shift my head back and forth, prompting him to firmly tighten his hold on my hair and guide my actions as if I were a doll meant for pleasuring him.

He grabbed my hair and lifted it, positioning me to face him. Ran moved closer to my ear and softly uttered, "While you pleasure me with your mouth, pleasure yourself by touching." His demanding voice sparked tears in my eyes as he thrust his large member into my mouth, making me struggle to breathe. As a response, I obediently placed my middle finger on my clitoris and began to gently stimulate it. Overwhelmed by the size of Ran's cock, I closed my eyes, my feet succumbing to a mix of heat and cold sensations due to the heightened sensitivity of my clit.

After I choked one last time, Ran continued to move my head back and forth while his other hand moved from my clitoris to my ass cheeks, where he gave me a gentle slap that made me squirm. My lips are watering, and all I can feel is Ran gently massaging my other hole while attempting to stick one finger inside. He was also gently nudging my cunt, which is driving me crazy.

He stuck his dick in my mouth and I muttered, "R-ran." He scarcely pushed my head down, which made me struggle a little bit because I could feel my knees weakening from all of his fingers. My eyes widened as he inserted his fingers into my holes. When Ran began putting his fingers in and out of my holes, I rolled my eyes upward.

"I am cumming," spoke Ran with a husky tone, as he swiftly lifted his neck and I began to sense my throat being filled by his swelling member. I tightly grasped his thighs while arching my back, allowing Ran to finger me, as the sensation was surprisingly pleasurable. His hand moved swiftly, matching the pace of my head, however, fatigue was starting to set in. Suddenly, he groaned loudly, pushing his fingers deeper into my openings, causing me to cry out slightly from the delightful sensation. Once again, I felt Ran growing larger inside my throat.

"I'm fucking cumming, Y/n..." was the last thing Ran said before he started gasping and writhing to get into position. I think he may be overstimulated. I felt my clitoris clenched and I could feel myself coming in both holes. He moaned loudly, "Fuck!" because my mouth was already filled with cums.

As I looked up at him, his slicked hair turning into a messy one, he said, "Yes, we cum together." I responded with a nod, and we both quickened our steps until we eventually came together. Just as I was ready to scream, Ran put his lips against my mouth as though he was eating my cries, and our cunt and cock were streaming cums.

Once we were finished taking care of the mess in the car, Ran helped me clean up my clothes as well. The car ride back to my house was silent, neither one of us speaking after the events of the night. The only sounds that filled the car were the hum of the engine and the occasional honk of a passing car.

As we approached my house, I felt a strange mix of emotions coursing through my body. On one hand, I was still reeling from the intensity of what had just happened, but on the other hand, I was filled with a sense of contentment and fulfillment from spending time with Ran.

When we arrived at my house, I opened the door and stepped out of the car, turning to face Ran. He looked at me for a moment, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions that I couldn't quite read.

"Well, this was.. something," I said, my voice a little bit shaky.

Ran chuckled softly, and I could see the shadows of a smile on his face.

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Before I could close the door, an important thought suddenly popped into my head, and I looked back at Ran with a sudden realization. I took a deep breath, feeling my heart beat a little faster as I mustered up the courage to ask him something I had never asked anyone before.

"Wait... Why don't you sleep here instead?" I said shyly, my voice barely above a whisper. "We can go to Izana's resort tomorrow morning, and since it's almost midnight already, it would save us a lot of time and effort."

As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt a blush spread across my face, wondering just what I was even saying. But surprisingly, Ran's expression didn't change, his eyes still locked on mine. There was a moment of tense silence before he finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

"I'd love to," he said, and I felt my heart skip a beat as I realized just how much that simple phrase meant to me.

"Really?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.

"Really," he replied simply, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

I offered Ran a warm welcome into my home, and he politely followed me inside, taking in his surroundings with interest. He smiled at the sight of my tastefully furnished space and said, "You have a nice taste in furniture." I smiled back and led him to the living room, where we both took a seat on the couch.

As we sat there, I stared out the window at the trees swaying in the wind, lost in thought. Suddenly, I felt Ran's arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. He leaned in close and kissed me gently on the cheek, whispering in my ear, "You really don't want to bear a child?"

Startled, I pulled away and turned to look at him. His eyes were fixed on mine, his expression serious. I felt my heart beating faster, unsure of what to say. I had never thought much about having children before, and the idea of being a mother was still a foreign concept to me.

After a moment, I mustered up the courage to respond. "I had never given it much thought," I admitted. "But now that you mention it, I guess it's not something I'm opposed to."

Ran nodded, seeming satisfied with my answer. "I'm glad to hear that," he said. "I think you would make a wonderful mother."

With my heart racing, I turned to face Ran, feeling a mix of emotions coursing through my veins. As he caressed my cheeks with his gentle touch, I couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability wash over me.

"Wonderful mother? What if I have no time for them? Am I still wonderful?" I asked, my voice sounding sad.

"Even in the busiest of days, a wonderful mother will always make time for her child," Ran replied softly, his eyes locked on mine. "They will make you feel their love and affection every single day, even if you're too busy to spend time with them. They will bring joy and light to your life, always making time for you when you need it the most."

I tried to change the subject by mentioning the breakfast we had planned at Izana's resort the next day with the other members of the bonten and Black Dragon gangs. As I moved away from Ran and put my feet on his thighs, I could feel the tension between us building up.

He knew exactly what I was asking for and immediately began to take off my heels. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, feeling the weight of the night's events lift off my shoulders.

"Thank you," I said, my voice shaky.

I opened my eyes and looked at Ran, feeling a sense of awe wash over me as I realised just how much this simple act of kindness meant to me. He understood me in a way that no one else did, and I was grateful for that.

"You're welcome," he replied, his voice soft and gentle.

I felt a jolt of sensations shoot through my body as Ran's fingers trailed up and down the length of my foot, sending shivers up my spine. I tried to keep my composure, but it was proving difficult with each passing touch.

As he moved on to my toe knuckles, I felt a pang of embarrassment wash over me. I had never had someone pay this much attention to my feet before, and it was a feeling that left me feeling both vulnerable.

"It's so pink and soft," Ran said under his breath, his eyes never leaving mine as he examined my feet. I felt his breath against my skin, sending goosebumps down my arms.

His purple eyes never left mine as he gently opened my legs. He then ran his knuckles through my skin, sending shivers down my spine and raising my cheek warmth as he gently stroked my thighs. I took a firm hold of his forearm and tilt my head to face Ran, looking menacing.

I removed Ran's hands from my thighs and stood up from the couch. "We need to get some sleep," I said, feeling a sense of urgency to my voice. "We'll have to leave early to make it to Izana's resort on time."

Ran's expression softened as he looked up at me. "You're right," he said, a playful smile appearing on his face.

"Don't stay up late," I said, turning back briefly to give him a wink before disappearing into the hallway. I could hear him laughing softly, and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

The morning begins with the sound of a coffee grinder, piercing through the silence of the early hours. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, beckoning my mind to awaken just as the light of the morning sun starts to peek through the window. I stumble out of bed, bleary-eyed, and make my way to the kitchen. There, Ran is already at work, brewing a pot of coffee. "Morning," he greets me, with a tired smile on his face.

Despite the grogginess of my mind, I can see that Ran has already put on his glasses for the day. His hair is slightly messy, but there's a determined gleam in his eye that tells me he's been up for a while now. The kitchen is warm and inviting, with the morning sun casting a warm glow on everything around me. The smell of coffee is almost enough to stir my appetite, but Ran's presence is enough to dispel the hunger that had been haunting me in the dark of night.

Ran pours a cup of coffee for each of us, asking if I'd like milk or sugar before topping off my own cup with a generous amount of half-and-half. We both sit in comfortable silence, sipping our coffee and enjoying the quiet of the morning. The windows are open, allowing a gentle breeze to blow through the room, and the hum of the coffee grinder is just barely audible in the distance.

"I should probably get ready," I said, standing up from the table. "We're going to Izana's resort early this morning. I'll meet you outside in 20 minutes."

Ran nodded, a look of concentration on his face as he stirred his coffee. "I'll come with you," he said, pushing his chair back.

I looked at him, surprised. "You don't have to do that," I said.

"I want to," he replied simply, standing up and handing me my cup of coffee. "Let's go."

We headed back to the room, both of us already feeling the fatigue of having stayed up so late the night before. It only took a few minutes to get ready, and we decided to forgo breakfast in order to make it to the resort on time.

As we headed back to the living room to grab our things and head out the door, I couldn't help but notice Ran's attire. He was wearing a stylish Valentino beach polo, with a pair of black shorts to match. I turned to him and smiled, feeling a tingle of excitement wash over me.

"You look great," I said, gesturing to his outfit.

Ran grinned and shook his head, clearly pleased by my compliment. "You don't look so bad yourself," he said, gesturing to my dress.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride wash over me. I was a fashionista, after all, and it was always satisfying to put together an outfit that not only made me feel good but also caught the eye of others.

Ran and I were getting ready to leave the resort, and he suddenly turned to me with a mischievous grin. "Hey, can I borrow your Mercedes G-Wagon?" he asked, gesturing to his own car parked a few spots away.

I raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with your car?" I asked, motioning to his sleek Italia 458 purple sports car.

He smirked. "The color just doesn't go with our outfits," he said with a chuckle.

I shook my head and laughed. "Oh, of course, the color-coordinating G-Wagon," I said, rolling my eyes. "Sure, go ahead." I handed him the keys to my car. "Just be careful with it, it's my baby."

Ran chuckled and gave me a wink. "I'll take better care of it than you will," he said, walking over to the car.

I was sitting in the passenger's seat of the Mercedes G-Wagon, frantically rummaging through my makeup bag as Ran drove us to the Izana Beach Resort in Yokohama. As I feverishly applied foundation and concealer, Ran turned up the radio volume.

"Can you please turn it down?" I said, rolling my eyes. "I can't concentrate with the music so loud."

Ran chuckled and obliged, lowering the volume a bit. I continued applying my makeup as he focused on the road. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I got the perfect shade of foundation and concealer.

"Do I look okay?" I asked, turning to Ran.

"You always look beautiful," he said, flashing a sweet smile.

As we arrived at the private beach resort, the soft sand and gentle waves provided a welcome escape from the hectic pace of the city. Ran pulled me in for a back hug as soon as we stepped off the car, his strong arms embracing me tightly. I could feel the warmth of his body against mine, and his heart beating steadily in my ear.

"You look beautiful," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "That dress suits you perfectly."

I couldn't help but smile at the compliment, feeling a surge of confidence wash over me. "Thank you," I said, savoring the moment.

His lips met mine, and he kissed me softly, a gentle touch that sent shivers down my spine. With a sense of joy, I closed my eyes and savored the moment, feeling his lips brush against mine.

Ran couldn't bear being away from me for a moment longer. He pulled me in for another hug and pressed his chest against mine, his warm breath brushing against my neck. "You look gorgeous," he whispered, his voice laced with admiration.

I felt his strong arms wrap around me, and his hands traced circles on my back. I couldn't help but lean into him, his embrace providing a welcome escape from the outside world. We stood there for what felt like hours, my head buried in his shoulder, his heart beating steadily in my ear.

As we made our way down to the water's edge, we both shed our shoes and felt the soft sand between our toes, our feet sinking with each step. We made our way to a secluded area, where the waves lapped at the shore and the smell of salt was almost overwhelming.

As the sun kissed our skin and the waves broke against the shore, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me, secure in the knowledge that I was surrounded by the man who loves me and the beauty of the world around us.

With a sigh of contentment, I leaned against Ran's chest, feeling his clingy nature as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. "I love you," he whispered, his breath hot on my ear, as if he couldn't bear to be apart from me even for a second.

Meanwhile in the venue, Kakucho and Mochi were hard at work preparing the long rectangular table for the upcoming celebration of Benkei's send-off before he departed for Brazil early the next morning to root for his son's soccer game. As they worked, they chatted and laughed, setting a lighthearted mood despite the stressful situation.

"Kakucho!" Kakucho let out a heavy sigh as he turned around to face the tanned skin behind him, whose furrowed brows and crossed arms signaled his deep concern. "You forgot the buttered chicken and lumpia!"

Mochi was too stunned to join in the conversation, not sure whether to interject and speak up or step back and let Izana have his say. Izana's mouth was like a machine gun, firing off words in rapid succession, so Kakucho had to do his best to keep up, nodding along as if everything was okay, even though Izana's second language could be challenging to understand at times.

Despite the high stakes, there was a sense of joy in the air, as they all worked together to make Benkei's send-off a memorable one. The food was being prepared with care, and the long rectangular table was being cleaned and polished to make it perfect for the celebration.

The warm sunlight filtering in through the windows and the sound of the ocean waves crashing on the shore created a peaceful and serene atmosphere, making their surroundings resemble a tropical paradise.

"I said cook bulalo not sinigang!" Izana shouted but when he got irritated he shifted his gaze to Kakucho.

"Just finish everything, Kakucho!" Izana commanded, slamming his fist on the table. He let out a heavy sigh then turned away, leaving Kakucho looking pale with curiosity, unsure of what was going on. "Shinichiro and the others are coming soon!"

With a soft chuckle, Kakucho turned to glare at Mochi, who was trying his best not to laugh at the situation. It was a tense moment, with Izana clearly upset about something. Hitto had screwed up big time, and Kakucho was bearing the brunt of the punishment.

Feeling a sense of urgency, Kakucho turned back to focus on the tasks at hand. He knew that the last thing he needed was to disappoint Izana, especially when the others were coming soon. With a deep breath and a newfound sense of determination, Kakucho got back to work, trying his best to finish everything on time.

In the midst of it all, Kakucho remembered his own personal promise to himself to be more responsible and reliable to his friends. This was his chance to prove himself and show Izana that he was worthy of his trust. With that in mind, Kakucho worked even harder, his focus never wavering.

As they approached the gated entrance, the security guard greeted Ran and Y/n, his eyes crinkling into smiles at the stylish outfits they were sporting. "Fancy meeting you both here, Ms. Kurokawa and Mayor Haitani," he said, his voice warm and friendly. He pointed in the direction of the blue crystal green beach, where they could find a table set up for them.

Ran put his hand at Y/n's waist, drawing her closer to him as they made their way through the gates and toward the beach. They could hear the sound of the waves lapping at the shore as they approached the table, a stunning sight to behold. The air was filled with the scent of sea salt and the sounds of birds singing in the distance, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

Izana's voice suddenly boomed through the party, bringing their intimate moment to a halt. "Where's Kio?" he asked, his tone somewhat stern.

Y/n and Ran looked at each other, with Y/n rolling her eyes slightly before responding. "Seishu picked him up. We were supposed to bring Kio here." Y/n's words were met with a small chuckle from Ran, who took the opportunity to give his woman a kiss on her shoulder before Izana walked away again. Y/n's wasn't surprised by Izana's sudden mood swings, as everyone was used to handling them.

As they swayed together to the music, Ran placed his hand on Y/n's waist, rubbing her dress affectionately, before trailing soft kisses on her shoulders, causing her to shiver from his touch. He then rested his head on the crook of her neck, giving her deep, hot breaths. "Haven't I told you how gorgeous you are with this dress?" he whispered in her ear, causing a slight smile to form on her lips.

She replied playfully, "You've told me enough, Mayor Haitani." But despite her response, she couldn't help but feel the warmth of Ran's affection. It was a moment of pure bliss, where they felt like they were an old couple, retired from their work, with kids getting married, grandchildren graduating from daycare, and a successful business around the world.

However, the thought of their impending future made their heart race a little. Will they achieve this feeling of contentment and happiness, or will something stop them in their tracks? The uncertainty of it all was a little daunting, but they both knew that no matter what came their way, they had each other, and that was enough to make them feel like the luckiest people in the world.

Turning to face the mayor, Y/n leaned in to closely examine Ran's lavender eyes before wrapping her arms around his neck. Running his hands around her butt while maintaining a neutral expression on their faces caused her to giggle, and he then smashed his lips into hers.

She groaned as he slid his tongue inside her, biting his lower lip. As they kiss, they are communicating their emotions, their bodies, and their pain to one another. Even though they are more complex than that.

"I want all of you. Your body, your heart, your soul."

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[evita-shelby]

Plus One

Inspired by @justrainandcoffee Wandering Jew series.

Aka an excuse to write rolfie and teva in the same universe

Gif by @crackshipandcrap

(2019)

“Who won’t text you back?” Eva asked noticing the rather forlorn way he looks at the message.

She knows he’d been seeing someone, and yet while he knows about her disastrous sex life, Eva doesn’t know jack shit about his beyond Grace the Barmaid, Lizzie and several other women Eva may or may not have also fucked.

“None of your business, Smith.” Tommy glared and she pouted.

It had been a bad idea to ask her out again, the drinks had been fine and she thought him a gentleman when he didn’t take her up on her suggestion of staying over at her place.

“I told you about my ex marrying my cousin and my ex who fucked all my friends, c’mon, Tommy tell me who’s the broad who’s place I need to trash.” The brunette reminds him.

They were friends now.

Eva was enjoying being single after her ex decided Franco was who she loved and Tommy had been in a relationship with someone whom he had hardly ever mentioned.

“Not a she, and no, you’re not committing a felony for me, Evie, but thanks anyway.” He said with annoyance and shoved his phone into his pocket.

“Ah so we’re more similar than I thought. So your guy broke up with you, then?” the witchy young woman guessed correctly going by the stony look he gets as he orders another drink.

“Yes, and before you ask. It was me not him.” The dark haired man loathed speaking about things like these and yet he willingly shared this with her, progress. “Won’t forgive me and I know you’d agree with him.”

“You got me there. If it makes you feel better, I’ve been there before. At least your ex is still alive to hate you.” Eva regrets her words the moment she said them.

She never told anyone about Leopoldo, nor how him learning about her and Antonia seeing each other behind his back led to the car accident that killed him.

She’d been displayed as his grieving girlfriend. Given flowers, comforted along with his family and crushed by the guilt of knowing she hadn’t truly loved him.

“Lucky me.” He grumbled bitterly and raised his whiskey in a toast. “Here’s to our shit luck, Evie.”

It is spring 2020 when Tommy and Eva elope to Cancun and welcome the pandemic as the newly elected representative of the Birmingham Hall Green.

Their exes remain unnamed and neither Shelby aware of how little the world is.

Its 2023 when two identical invitations arrived addressed to the both of them.

“I didn’t know you knew Alfie as well.” Eva mentions as he played with little Gabriel on the rug.

The look on his face says it all.

Alfie was the guy who dumped him for being a cheating asshole.

Same Alfie who was Aunt Florence’s baby brother.

There had been no malicious intent.

This is what Rose tells herself when Alfie learns she hadn’t removed Tommy Shelby from the guest list.

She had met him in passing once, when she found more than just a nice holiday at the Wandering Jew.

Then she came to know Tommy had been the heartless bastard who’d broken Alfie’s heart. Having disliked him from the start, knowing how awful he was had made her hate him.

Now she was seeing him in the profile picture of Alfie’s ‘niece’ Eva Smith-Riley who had sent her congratulations through Instagram.

Rose had met through zoom calls and FaceTime and once in person when Eva came to give them her good news.

‘Is it okay if I bring my plus one?’

It was then Rose had seen who the man she was married to was.

Then the bride to be did what everyone has done since the invention of social media has done.

She looked at every single photo of him in Eva’s profile, Facebook page, twitter and some tabloids that sprung up under her name.

They’d met at Birmingham U, they dated for approximately five months, married on the first of March in a lovely beach in Mexico and had a baby named Gabriel.

“Are you jealous of Evie, sweetheart?” Alfie Asks seeing the picture of Eva hanging out with some celebrity at a charity thing.

“No. It’s not that. Why didn’t you tell me Tommy’s her husband?” she shows him the next picture, Tommy Shelby smiling through the pain holding his one-year-old son next to Eva.

After the way he fucked things up with Alfie, Tommy resolved himself to be a better man.

“Because I didn’t know about it until she married the fucker and then I didn’t want to ruin things for her. He’s changed, or so it seems.” the burly man admitted knowing the hell that was going to be unleashed.

“For a man in love he looks like he’s in agony.” Rose points out thinking the worst of Thomas Shelby.

“That’s just his face, love, he can’t help it.”

And he had, not once has he strayed and while that took much work on his account, it had rewarded him with a woman he loves and a family he hadn’t thought he could have.

He should’ve told her about his past with Alfie, but he was afraid, not sure of what, but he was afraid.

Eva wouldn’t have judged him about it, not after she told him about Leopoldo, but Alfie was her friend.

And yet here they lay beside each other as the baby slept curled up between them.

“You should’ve told me, Tom.” She’s not angry, there is a hint of disappointment about her, but nothing has changed as he feared he would. “We don’t have to go, if you don’t want to.”

“He’s your friend, sort of relative too. I don’t want you to miss it on account of me.” He could invent an excuse to stay, claim Gabe is too little for a sitter.

“Alfie is your friend too, we’ll hire a sitter for Gabe and you will come with me. I already told Alfie I’d be bringing you anyways.” She points out reaching to caress his face, a contrast to his words.

December rolls around, and Tommy finds himself fixing the black satin bowtie that matches Eva’s black evening gown exactly.

“Are you ready?” she asks softly, knowing how big of a step this is for him.

“Yeah, ready as I’ll ever be, Mrs. Shelby.”

[gabbigail]

On the phone

Warnings : fluff? ¡Dad Peter! Smut kinda idek and not proofread (as always)

Peter was driving home with your daughter from from school

“How was your day sweetheart?”

Peter was a good dad he loved your daughter with all of his heart she was his entire world and when she was born nothing else has been more important

“It was good I made a new friend!”

Your six year old was a bright little lady you decided on the name April a hint to Peters aunt may. April was curious and loved Peter she was definitely a daddy’s girl.

“Well that’s good! What’s her name?”

“Bella can we have her over soon?”

“Sure honey.”

…

“Can I play on your phone daddy?”

“Sure baby”

Peter unlocked his phone and handed to the little girl and she opened her favourite doll game on his phone.

A few minutes had passed by and you had sent a message.

“Hey baby! Just wondering how close to home you are?”

“Mommy texted you daddy”

“What did she say?”

“She wants to know how close to home you are”

“I will respond to her in a sec we are almost home keep playing your game honey”

“Okay!”

She didn’t though.

Instead she scrolled through all of your messages and…

As a married couple

You two spent some.

Interesting things

She came across a photo of you in lingerie with red on her body with the text “want you here to rip this off me.”

“Daddy.”

“Daddy why is mommy calling you daddy?”

“W-what honey?”

“Money said want you to rip this off me daddy”

“But your not mommy’s daddy?”

“No I am not”

“Well we are here so I need my phone back!”

Luckily she didn’t see anything else or bring it up again because Peter was scared he had scarred her.

Later on in the month you guys were watching tv on the couch and your daughter laid on you

“Mommy”

“What honey?”

“What’s sex?”

[tathrin]

If Finrod is Legolas's other dad, explain Lorien.

Reference is to this post, and also I'm tagging @z-h-i-e because this is their ship-baby, I just popped in to sprinkle some additional inspiration because my brain went "ooh hey!" when their post crossed my dash because that's the kind of supportive community fandom is supposed to be made of fyi.

Right, so. There's no sense of tone in straight-text communication on the internet, so I know that it's entirely possible that this ask was sent in the spirit of giggling-with-popcorn delight while you eagerly await the resulting explanation. It's equally possible that you're playing at being The Ship Police and challenging me in the expectation that I won't be able to make this Just For Funsies ship sail without floundering on the rocks of canon.

Either way: buckle up. Because the boats of Lórien don't sink.

Because when Legolas gets to the woods of Lothlórien with the rest of the Fellowship, he's delighted. He's never actually been here before! He's heard all the stories, and listened avidly, but. well. Thranduil and Galadriel both blame the other a little bit for the nasty way Finrod died (they know it's not the other's fault so they don't say anything, either to each other or anyone else but, well. it feels like it ought to be the other one's fault, somehow).

And there's all that tension re: Doriath still, and why Galadriel couldn't just pick-up where Melian her teacher left off and maintain the Girdle afterwards—because I'm not a maia, Thranduil, you ass! Oh, so you couldn't even TRY?—especially because she then proceeds to do basically that for Lórien just a few thousand years later...and of course Galadriel thinks it's Oropher's fault that so many of Lothlórien's elves died in the Last Alliance, because if only he hadn't been so reckless and pig-headed then surely Amdír would never have thought up that idiotic suicidal charge on his own...and if she'd maybe tried a little harder to rein-in the son/nephew of the Kinslayers, maybe Sauron would never have even made the Rings, and Mirkwood would still be Greenwood, which you'll note she can't be arsed to extend her convenient semi-girdle to either...and if he wasn't so damn prideful maybe somebody could help his precious stupid spider-forest...etc etc.

They aren't like. enemies. but they don't really get along anymore, either. They don't talk. (There's a reason the elves of Green/Mirkwood were moving north even before Sauron took up housekeeping in Dol Guldur.) So even though Lothlórien is like maybe a week's walk away, Legolas hasn't actually been here before. And he is stoked! Because he's always wanted to visit, but he didn't want to hurt his remaining dad's feelings by being like "bye, gonna go visit my aunt whom you haven't spoken to in like three thousand years, nbd!" so he never did — but here they are now, and it's part of the Quest, so it's not like Legolas just popped in for a visit, is it? He's doing something that just happened to bring him here, so Thranduil can't take it personally, and...well, here he is! At last! This is awesome! He's so excited to see his aunt's fabled forest!

And then they want to blindfold him!? He's FINALLY in Lórien, and he's not even allowed to look at the place!? This is his aunt's forest, for fuck's sake — he is an elf and a kinsman here, dammit! No wonder he goes from zero-to-sixty re: "golly Gimli don't be so stubborn" => "hOw dARe yOu!?!?!?" when the blindfold is suggested. He's not just pissed, he's taking it personally. Because he's family.

Okay so far so good, but when the Fellowship comes before Celeborn and Galadriel why doesn't anyone say anything about Legolas literally being their nephew, one might ask? Ah! Well, that's because we have Hobbits for our narrators, and they simply don't know elvish family trees well enough to catch that detail. Which is why when Celeborn says "Welcome son of Thranduil! Too seldom do my kindred journey hither from the North," it's perhaps a little more pointed of a statement than the Hobbits know. Celeborn is saying long time no see nephew, how nice of you to visit FINALLY. But Legolas and Thranduil have called themselves "Wood-elves" since moving to Greenwood, so the fact that he's actually half-Noldor just never gets mentioned, because it's not like it's relevant, is it? He doesn't mention being half-Sindar either. He calls himself a Wood-elf because he is a Wood-elf...by adoption. So why would the Hobbits even think to ask?

And we know that Galadriel uses ósanwë on everybody, so why wouldn't she be using it with her own nephew? What better way to have a private family chat, after all? And she doesn't say anything aloud to anyone while Celeborn is greeting everybody else, and it's not like Galadriel really needs to listen to the "hellos" either; perhaps she and Legolas have a little mental confab just the two of them while everybody else is settling in. You could easily write that in, if you wanted to, without breaking any of the existing canon.

After that, we actually have a perfect textural opening for Legolas to go hang with his aunt and uncle some more: while the rest of the Fellowship doesn't see Galadriel and Celeborn again until the Mirror and then their departure, the book says "Legolas was away much among the Galadhrim, and after the first night he did not sleep with the other companions, though he returned to eat and talk with them." So we know that Legolas is going off to hang-out with the Lórien elves...a.k.a. Aunt Galadriel. Probably sleeping in the guest bedroom and pestering her for embarrassing stories about his dads. And maybe asking her for tips on how to talk to dwarves without putting your foot in your mouth since she's clearly got experience.

And no, none of them went in for stuff like gushing hugs when they meet...but if they haven't spoken to one another in a few thousand years, and probably didn't spend all that much time together even before that (Galadriel and Thranduil weren't much in any of the same places after Doriath fell) then they wouldn't likely be all that cuddly with one another anyway, would they? Distant-but-fond seems like the order of the day to me, and you can definitely read their fleeting interactions in the book that way. (A kickass bow potentially strung with your own hair is a great gift for a nephew you don't know well who's about to go off into danger! I bet he could even shoot-down a Ringwraith with a bow like that!) Tense-and-awkward-but-trying-to-be-polite would work too, of course; depends on what kind of drama you want.

So yeah, actually I think it's perfectly reasonable to posit that Galadriel could potentially be Legolas's aunt; I've seen several fics that present Celeborn and Thranduil as cousins or some other close relative, and nobody gets shirty about the canocity of that kinship re: the Lórien scenes, so why wouldn't the connection be just as acceptable to come via Finrod and Galadriel instead? There's nothing in the text that I know of that says it can't be canon.

Anyway, Finrod-as-Legolas's-other-dad wasn't actually meant to be a serious "look how well canon supports this idea, it's definitely a very plausible thing that people should embrace in a wholly serious and canonical manner" theory to begin with. I was just having fun. Somebody said, "hey check out their weird rare ship, it's a lot of fun!" and my brain had a lightbulb moment and went "ooh what if you took that silly fun ship and leaned-in even harder with it, though?" and here we are.

Does a marriage between Thranduil and Finrod actually fit with all the canon of the Silm? I don't know, probably not; then again it might, simply because so much of the Silm is vague, especially when it comes to the elves of Mirkwood who barely even get mentioned once or twice. Personally I prefer having Legolas be born in Mirkwood and to be relatively young for an elf when Fellowship starts (there's no canon about that either way, I just like the vibes of it). However, this ship is a lot of fun too. In fact, I think it's already my favorite idea for an older-Legolas-with-ties-to-important-people take on the character, if that's how you want to take the character, simply because it is so much fun.

Do I think it's canon? No, of course not. But who cares? We're not writing Academic Articles on Accurate Tolkien Scholarship, we're writing fanfiction. We're having fun. So if you're a giggling-with-popcorn anon: good, awesome, glad to have you here enjoying the fun too. If you're a Ship Police Anon...well, acab and farewell because I frankly just do not have the time to give a shit about what somebody else ships or doesn't. Block the tag and move on.

[larz-barz]

Learn to be emo

@muichirothehashira hehe

——————————————————————————

“Hey uhm.. uncle Giyuu?” Milo approached her uncle, a shy expression on her face.

“Hm?” The man looked down at the younger girl.

“How did you become emo?” She asked and he closed his eyes, thinking about the day.

“I was taught by a great friend of mine. Would you like to learn the art of being emo?” He asked, his eyes sparkling.

Milo smiled. “Sure.” She said, already trying to act emo.

Giyuu smiled slightly at her attempt. “Good try. Let’s start with the look though. I don’t think Aika would be too happy with me if I started with your personality.”

Milo nodded, giggling at the thought of her aunt being angry with Giyuu for turning her precious niece emo.

——————————at the mall———————————

Milo and Giyuu drove up to the large building.

They walked in and immediately made a bee line for the escalator.

“Where are we going?” Milo asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Hot topic.” Giyuu said blankly.

They went into said store and Giyuu helped Milo pick out a few outfits.

“Don’t tell your parents I’m paying for these.” He said, ushering her into the dressing room.

Milo winked then shut the door.

She came out in the first outfit.

“I love this one!” Milo said with a happy smile, doing a little spin for Giyuu to see the whole outfit.

“Yeah, it looks cute on you.” He said with a small smile.

Milo smiled then went back into the dressing room to try on the next outfit.

“This one. It’s amazing.” Is all Milo had to say about the second outfit, turning a bit so Giyuu could see the whole thing.

“It’s also really cute on you.” Giyuu said.

‘Aika is gonna murder me…’ Giyuu thought as Milo went in to try on the next outfit.

“Uhm… uncle Giyuu. This is… a bit revealing, don’t you think..?” Milo said, her face slightly red from showing all that skin.

‘I feel like this one is trying to make me insecure…’ Milo thought, a frown on her face.

“Yeahh. Let’s not get that one.” Giyuu said, a little embarrassed.

Milo went in to try on the final outfit.

Milo came out, her smile as bright as the sun.

“I love this one!” She said, bouncing slightly on the platforms of her feet.

Giyuu smiled softly. “I do to. Do you want all 3 of them or just 1 or 2?” He asked.

Milo thought for a second, suddenly feeling guilty that Giyuu was buying clothes for her.

Giyuu could tell she felt guilty. “Don’t feel bad, I’m doing this cause I want to.” He said, putting a large hand on her shoulder.

Milo nodded. still feeling a bit guilty.

“If it helps, they’re not gonna be too expensive. Plus, the added on bonus of coupons and stuff to make it even cheaper.”

Milo frowned, still trying to decide.

Giyuu could tell she really wanted all of them.

“You know what? How about this. I’ll pay for 2 of them and you can pay for the other 1.” Giyuu said and Milo nodded, happy with that compromise.

————-After teaching Milo the attitude ——————

Giyuu was able to teach the attitude to Milo really quickly as she’s a fast learner.

They sat on the couch in his and Aika’s living room just staring off into the distance with dead, lifeless eyes.

Aika unlocked the door to the house then walked in.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY PRECIOUS BABY??!!!” She yelled at Giyuu.

“I merely taught her how to be emo and got her some outfits. No big deal.” He spoke monotonously.

“MILO BLINK TWICE IF THIS IS AGAINST YOUR WILL.” Aika yelled and Milo didn’t even blink once.

She just continued staring into the distance and Aika started rethinking her life choices.

~the end~

~Bonus~

Milo sent Tanjiro a picture of one of her new outfits.

He texted back soon after with this:

“I fell in love with an emo girl🖤❤️🍓”

[sarahsmi13s]

Pregnancy Announcement- pt 3: The Seresins

(not my gif)

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!oc

characters: jake seresin, fem!oc (sarah), the seresins

warnings: language, marrige, pregnancy, fluffy domestic hangman, church (mentioned), im sorry if I missed any

word count: ~1.4k 

a/n: this is part 3 of a 3 part headcannon of Sarah and Jake telling there friends and family of their pregnancy. however they are keeping the twins a secret from everyone other than Alyssa and Rooster  

this is the next part in this oc series, which is inspired by @roosterscockpit ‘s ( @milesdickpic ) story ‘His Little Girl’ and yes the oc is based on me (but is mainly fantasy me lol)

***********

Sarah and Jake called his family the same day, only about an hour after they had talked to her family.

They had sent Jack and Delilah a little pair of boots and a note that said ‘don’t open until we facetime’. And mugs that said ‘memaw’ and ‘granddad’. And a little cow plushie for them to hold onto.

Jake sent a quick text to the group chat and then made the call.

Everyone picked up relatively at once.

A chorus of ‘hello’s and childrens’ giggles in the background greeted the couple before they could open their mouths.

“Hey guys!” Jake greeted them. Sarah smiling and waving at the camera, “Hey, y’all!”

A little gasp was heard before little feet padded across the tile, “Unkie J!” Jake’s eyes lit up, “PJ!! Hi, buddy! Oh you’ve gotten so big.”

Sarah looked up at Jake, seeing the bright smile on his face as his 3 year old nephew talked near nonsense to him.

“Unkie J! Coconuts have WATER in them!” Peyton exclaimed, getting close to the camera.

Jake’s eyes widened in confusion and he looked down at Sarah, “What?”

Sarah laughed, “It’s a Bluey reference, my students talk about the show all the time.”

Addison laughed, “Oh my goodness! This little guy loves that show, don’t ya bub?” Peyton didn’t answer and just got closer to the microphone, “Coconuts have water in them.” He whispered it this time.

“Did he skip his after church nap?” Sarah asked, realizing the kid was probably just sleepy.

“Yes, but he wanted to see y’all.” The blonde boy gasped, “Aunt Sawah!”

Sarah laughed, “Hi Pey Jay!” “Aunt Sawah, did you know that I’m king of the squirrels?”

Jake had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing.

“Wow! Really? How’d that happen?”

Zach laughed, “He was playing outside and Blakely screamed because PJ was chasing her with a squirrel.” “I’M KING OF THE SQUIRRELS!” PJ ran off.

“JAKE DID THAT TO ME!” Paisley yelled pointing at Jake through the screen.

Sarah looked up at Jake, “Did you actually chase her with a squirrel, Jake Thomas?” “I may have…” Sarah’s jaw dropped. “I knew you chased her with a snake, but a squirrel? How the hell did you even catch it?” 

Jake shrugged, “I just kinda-” He made a catching motion. “Wait, how’d you know about the snake?” “Jake, she’s my best friend. We shared a living space for years.”

“You told her?” “Yeah JT, she was telling me about the time her sister threw a Doctor Pepper bottle at her other sister and busted her eyebrow. So I told her about when you chased me with a snake.”

Tilly laughed, “This is why I’m glad I’m the baby.”

Jake shook his head, before changing the subject.

“Okay, did all y’all get your gifts we sent? Everyone should have gotten two.”

They nodded, holding up the boxes they got.

They had also sent things to his sisters and brother-in-laws. Tumbler cups that said ‘Aunt’ and ‘Uncle’ respectively, and their names.

“Can we open them? I’ve been itching to sense we got ‘em?” Tilly asked, lightly clawing at the paper.

Jake nodded, “Yes, but no one says anything until Ma and Dad have opened theirs.” “Rip ‘em open guys,” Sarah smiled.

Jack and Delilah quickly opened theirs and Sarah watched Paisley and Tilly share a look.(both live with mom and dad still) Their jaws were slack as they looked from each other to their cups.

Delilah pulls out the cow plushie, “Oh ain’t that cute.” “Oh, Honey, look, there’s boots,”Jack pulled out the boots. He looked at his son, “Do these go on the cow?”

Jake laughed, “I don’t know, Dad. They may fit the cow, but maybe you should open the other box.”

Jack rolled his eyes good naturedly and opened the other gift and Jake could see everyone fidgeting in anticipation.

He handed the mug with the more delicate font to Delilah and held his out to read it, “Granddad?” “Memaw?” The sisters groaned when it didn’t click right away.

To be fair, Jack and Delilah had five grandkids so they were used to getting things that had those names on it.

“Look at the cow’s ear tag, Lilah,” Sarah suggested. “And check the bottom of the boots, Dad,” Jake said, smirking as he leaned back in his chair and put his arm over the back of Sarah’s.

The cow’s ear tag read “Baby Seresin” and the bottom of the boots read “Aug 2023”

Delilah gasped and covered her mouth while holding the cow close to her chest and Jack looked between the cow, boots, and the mugs. “Wow…”

“Can we cheer now? Ethan might explode if he can’t cheer,” Kassadra asked, holding her eight year old by the shoulders.

Sarah and Jake nodded, “Yes! You can cheer!”

Cheers erupted and Ethan could be seen doing a little dance.

“Congrats you guys!” Carter smiled.

“Welcome to the club Jake!” Zach grinned.

Tilly laughed, “Oh boy I hope the baby turns out like Sarah. Or they may stop here.”

Jake scoffed, “I’m not that bad!” “Jake, may I remind you of how you got that scar on your lip?” Kassandra teased.

“Please don’t-” “He went face first into a stop sign because he was trash talking while foot racing.”

“KJ!” His sister shrugged.

“How old were you?” Sarah asked. Jake shrugged, “I was young-” “You were 16,” Jack said pointedly.

Jake rubbed his face, “Can we stop talking about me? Thanks.”

Sarah rubbed bicep, “But you love talking about yourself.” “Yeah, the good stuff.” He kissed her temple.

They decided to talk about the wedding and brought up the dress situation.

Not too long after the subject change, Kassandra and Addison needed to hang up and get their kids settled.

They talked a little bit with Jake’s parents and the two youngest Seresins.

“Have you thought of names?” Jack asked.

Jake nodded, “Yeah, we decided on Finley Grace for a girl.” “Wait like Memaw Grace?” Jake nodded again.

Jack smiled and nodded back to his son.

“Hey, Sarah?” Paisley got Sarah’s attention. “What’s up PT?”

She held up another box. “I think you sent an extra box. Is this for Tyler?”

Sarah grinned and shook her head, “No, that’s for you. Tyler’s got shipped out Friday, Whitley ran out of vinyl and then her cat knocked the cup off and broke the lid.”

“Um, hey, you think we can talk with Paise in private for a minute?” Jake asked.

The other three nodded, “Yeah, we need to go get some stuff done in the barn and Tilly’s boyfriend just got here so they’re going on a date.”

They bid their farewell and a one last congratulations.

“Okay, Paisley, open it.”

Paisley did so, gently pulling out the cup not looking at it until she read the note.

The note:

“Paisley, when I volunteered to room with you your first year as a Razorback, I didn’t know it was going to change my life. You’re my best friend. You were there when I fell head first for Jake and you watched him fall in love with me. You were there when our story began, and I want you by my side as we begin a new chapter. Will you be my maid of honor?”

Paisley’s green eyes were wet with tears as she picked up the cup.

“Goodness gracious… I wasn’t expecting that. Yes, of course I’ll be your maid of honor!”

Sarah smiled, wiping at her own tears.

“I think if I waited any long to ask you I would’ve imploded,” she laughed. “Thank you, Paisley.”

“I love you, Sarah.” “I love you too, Pay.” She ended the call.

Jake smiled, kissing Sarah on the top of the head, “Now you just need to tell your students.” “They’re gonna respond well, I don’t have to worry about them.”

He laughed, “That’s true.”

“Hey, I’ve got a question.”

“Shoot.”

“Why are teenagers watching a show for kids?”

Sarah sat up straight, “Bluey is a great show, Jake.”

He arched an eyebrow, “Sarah, do you watch a show about a dog family?” “It’s a good show!”

“It’s for kids!”

She grabbed his hand, “Nope you’re watching it now.” He let her pull him to the living room.

They got on the couch and got comfy, and pulled up Disney+.

Needless to say, Jake loved it and cried during the ‘Granddad’ episode, but he will deny it if you ask.

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thank you so much for reading!! i hope this was enjoyable!

I do have a pinterest board set up for this, just to help me get into the vibe (one is to help with future parts, one is only for the current parts)

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Like mentioned in the last one, feedback is greatly appreciated!

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[alexxxsthings]

Dinner at your parents house+Abby ;)

Abby x fem reader

Summary: You and Abby are at dinner with your parents, Abby starts feeling *in the mood* short and sweet ;)

CW: 18+ content!!!, spitting, choking, degrading, squirting, finger fucking, oral sex, hair pulling, praising.

please do not post my work as your own on any site.

You and Abby arrive at your parents house. This is the first time she is meeting your parents so of course you're a little nervous about her coming around.

"Babe, please don't make a fool out of me tonight ok?" You stare up into her eyes while she gives you a slight smile.

"I won't Princess." She lifts your chin up while kissing you. You both walk into your parents house greeted by all of your cousins, aunts, uncles and siblings, as long with your parents. Shortly dinner is served. You both sit next to each other while you're smiling and talking with your family. A text comes in from your phone.

Abby:

You look so edible right now, I'm hungry but for you baby ;)

You slam your phone down while giving Abby a death stare.

"Baby." You whisper. She bites her lower lip while putting her hand on your thigh.

"I want you right now." She whispers in your ear. The words she exchanged sent chills down your spine and made you tingle a little.

"What are you doing?"

"Lets go to the bathroom." She squeezes your thigh. You shake your head no. She gets up and walks away while you're still at the table.

"Abby needs help finding the bathroom so i'm gonna show her." You get up from the table and lead Abby to the bathroom. Once you get inside and lock the door you both start kissing. Her warm tongue down your throat while she chokes you. She turns you around and starts fingering you from the back.

"mm fuck." Your eyes start to roll back.

"You know I got something special for us today?" She says while fingering you faster.

"Mhm, what is it baby?" You start to bite your lip while she unzips her pants.

"You know I like to take it out on special occasions." She says. Abby had her purple strap ready for you to use. She turns you around and picks your up while inserting her strap into you.

"You love when I'm inside you princess?" You nodded while she thrusts in and out of you. You both start moaning while you're getting sweaty.

"Such a good girl, you love when I'm thrusting in your pussy huh? How much you missed this strap?"You start shaking not trying to cum all over your parents bathroom.

"I'm gonna-" You start squirting as Abby moans gets louder. There's a knock at the door you both jump up.

I DONT KNOW HOW TO END IT I'M SORRY LOL

[queen-ofsunflowers]

How are Akihiko and Ryoji's relationship with Ayame and Shiro? Also, how would Shiro react to Kotone living with both Akihiko and Shinjiro? How does Shiro react to Shinjiro?

Okay! I think it's best to remember this little scene before I answer these questions.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t like you.” Minato sighed. Okay, he guessed that the way he acted towards Akihiko said otherwise, but... “My aunt and uncle are protective of Kotone — my uncle especially. When we left for Gekkoukan, he told me to keep an eye on her and keep certain guys away from her.” “...Certain guys?” “He told me to not let any guys like him anywhere near Kotone.” He had done it right before they left, knowing full well that his wife would’ve chastised him for being overprotective of their daughter like this. And that Minato would say yes if they didn’t get caught. “Guys like… him?” Sanada repeated, confused. Minato took out his phone, and in a short few minutes, he managed to pull up a picture of Shiro Shiomi. “This is my uncle and Kotone’s dad,” he said, showing the picture to Sanada. The image was of a man with ginger hair and reddish eyes, much like his daughter’s. However, the most noticeable features about him, however, is the fact that he’s littered with scars — on his fingers, knuckles, his forehead, underneath an eye and on his lip. It was the sight of all the scars that made Sanada wince. “What happened to him?” “Dunno exactly. All I do know is that he used to get into fights a lot. That’s where all those scars come from.” And that was all he could get either of his guardians to say on the matter. At one point, Minato had a bet going with Aunt Tsu that he had been involved with some shady stuff before he met Ayame. “He says that the only good thing that ever came out of it was that he met my aunt. She’s a nurse. So when you, a guy whose mind is constantly on fighting, showed interest in her… I kinda had to do something. ..."

Shiro is very protective of his baby girl to the point where he asked Minato to play guard dog. Ayame is much more chill about things. So with that reestablished, let's get into it.

How is Akihiko and Ryoji's relationship with Ayame and Shiro?

Ayame loves both of the boys. The first time that she had met them was when Minato and Kotone were in their comatose states. She would do her best to heal them, to give them enough energy to hold onto life. It was all that she could think of to do since they had no idea why this had happened yet. She thought that it was sweet that they came to check on them and visit them despite the fact that they were pretty much not conscious. It showed how much they cared.

She also learned of how much the pair did for them, though not to the full extent in some cases (i.e. the whole miyako situation). That just endeared her even more. Needless to say, Akihiko and Ryoji had her full approval fairly quickly.

Shiro, on the other hand, only got word about them through various phone calls and text messages sent from Minato and Kotone while they were in Iwatodai. He got the gist of them through their eyes. But meeting them was a different story. He was wary about both of them, but Ryoji managed to quickly change his mind. Akihiko was a different story, mostly because Shiro saw a lot of his younger self in Akihiko.

...it gets better with time, but Shiro still is firm on the ground that Akihiko has to beat him in a fight if he wants to propose to his daughter. He never expected Akihiko to take the challenge seriously, though.

How does Shiro react to Shinjiro?

Better than he does Akihiko, that's for sure. It all ties back to what Shinjiro did for Ken and why he ended up injured the way he was in the first place. Shiro is never one to judge a book by its cover, and choses to get to know someone before making his decision about them. Getting the story from Minato and Kotone on top of meeting Shinjiro in person was what led him to make up his mind about the guy.

Basically, he likes Shinjiro better than Akihiko. He sees him as being more careful in his actions and less reckless than the latter.

How would Shiro react to Kotone living with both Akihiko and Shinjiro?

He knows that Kotone is an adult at that point and can handle herself, but if those boys don't take care of his daughter, there's gonna be some hell to pay.

[winderlylandchime]

I wrote this all out while pretending to work and actually working so it’s a little all over the place. But now I’m laughing reading it back because it genuinely looks like one of the ���check up” texts I send to mom/dad about my brother. Minus the qaf related topics at the end. Anyway, hi! Hope you’re doing well and had a good start of the week! And now back to the idiot I’m related to:

Take a guess who has been listening to Lover’s spit sincere yesterday? I’m talking sitting outside, drinking his coffee while it’s absolutely freezing and listening to Lover’s spit like he’s in some sad music video. (Btw the songs he listened to were Lover’s spit, you look so fine (which was in like s1 so he was really going through it), Save the last dance, Here nor there and true faith. And this was on a loop!) And the only thing he has “said” to me so far is just a simple lip smack with a side eye whenever he looks at me. So i’d say he is doing as expected but he’s also upset with me for making him like the show (bc yeah, i did that. I made him have a crush on Brian)

He also has bunch of doctor check ups today and I can only drop him off and later pick him up since my work is hectic since holiday’s are coming up. And ngl i am keeping all the doctors and nurses in my thoughts today. Usually (even tho it doesn’t look like it) i stop him or at least limit his ramblings so i have no clue how today will go. He might surprise me and behaves like an adult. Also he said that he barely slept overnight because he kept thinking about what could happen in the last 3 episodes and in case you wanted to know, he told me that through the cat. As in ‘Brian, guess who didn’t sleep today cause of Justin and the other Brian? That’s right, me’ and yes, it was said in a baby voice. I did also get a text from his friend asking me if he’s doing okay cause apparently he sent him a voice memo “talking about Brian and how he’s really worried about him” and my brother has absolutely no memory of even sending that. All this is just after 5x09. I am mentally not prepared for him after the finale.

But to answer some of your questions since I didn’t have the chance to yesterday: He only watches the American RuPaul. And he watched season 5 because of Jinkx (on Saturday he watched the video they did with Trixie a few years ago so he started to miss them). And yes, he has managed to drag the entire family into qaf although grandma has no fucking clue what or who he’s talking about so she just nods her head and smiles. And grandpa only knows about it through grandma who is even less reliable than my brother. But he is very happy that he found a hobby even tho at first he thought Brian was his friend. So basically: yes, he has made it everyone’s problem.

And you saying he’s just like Debbie if she was a man made me laugh so hard cause I’ve been thinking the same thing! Im glad someone agrees with me. And I’m happy(?) to report that 3 of our cousins and our aunt(!) actually got in trouble with our grandpa because it turns out they had bets going on if he’ll figure out by the end of the show that he might be a little queer. And then during a family dinner last week it was revealed that it was our uncle who was the one behind the bets and it was his husband who exposed him (yes the uncles whose wedding he went to with rainbow hair). And no it was not cause he thought the bets were immature but because my uncle didn’t let him be in charge with him. So I’d say the whole family is kinda waiting to see what happens and also treating it like their personal entertainment since we do tend to be more chill with these topics (which is such a huge blessing and we really are lucky about the fact that they dont even bat an eye at anything queer related including coming outs). Also I honestly have no idea how he will react to the proposal. I keep trying to think about it and I can never pinpoint his reaction. His reaction to the comic book was as if he saw the worst thing ever so we shall see. Which tbh same, i always hated that cover story :/

As for the Gale/Randy/Hal thing: first of, I didn’t expect that people were going to later talk about it to you so i hope I didn’t cause problems for you of any kind. But I do admit that even years later, it’s still a topic that has me curious since we know so little and since the lack of social media meant they (aka hal) was shady in interviews. Who does that omg? But also: i was so shocked when he said that. Wish you could see him cause he really had that look in his eyes as if he was there and saw them arguing every day and had inside knowledge and like I was the one who didn’t know anything about qaf. You could literally see the wheels turning in his head trying to figure out if he was right or not. I do wonder how he will feel about it once I tell him the little info I know about.

Btw, im glad to hear you cat is doing well. It is the absolute worst when an animal is sick since they can’t tell you what’s wrong. So please give Emmett some kisses and pets!

Oh and the most important part: your little teasers about your fic are making me lose my mind. Nonbinary Gus?! Older Brian?? I might lose my mind completely when i get the chance to read it.

Anon! I was just texting Europe about your brother. It’s now 12:45 as I start to write this and look:

I’m so glad you wrote because I wanted to remind you and let you make a decision based on whether he’s been paying attention to the titles.

I’m sorry I find it so funny he’s angry with YOI for making him care so much about this show and fall in love with Brian. It’s like when my dogs are mad at me for the rain. (If you’re doing math I have 2 dogs, 2 cats, all rescues because some lesbian stereotypes are accurate.)

Your family is taking bets about whether your brother is going to come out as so form of queer? I love that! Way better than the qaf family taking bets about how long Justin and Brian were going to last.

Don’t worry about mentioning the drama from the cast! I’m still so impressed with how insightful your brother is and how much he’s picked up on everything that the fandom discusses at length. The dynamics between the cast were bound to be one.

Emmett the cat continues to do well and come back from poor pathetic sickly mewmew to absolute bastard of a cat. We love to see it.

I am hoping to start posting my fic next week. I was hoping to have more done but oh well! I need the pressure of readers to focus lol. I’m so glad you’re excited!

[bussyslayer333]

Heart Out

summary: your boyfriend proves his love for you on the beach, so you prove yours in the hard deck bathroom.

pairing: jake seresin x penny’s niece!reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: smut at the end once again,, but it’s jakes turn this time :0, some swearing, and mentions of dilfs/daddy issues LOL,, MDNI 18+

ps this is my lil continuation of jake x penny’s niece!reader bc i love them <3

((it can be read separately ofc !!))

requests are open as always !!!

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Today had been dreadfully boring. Your aunt Penny was out all day at the Hard Deck working on accounts and you couldn’t even pester your little cousin Amelia because she had also been out all day with friends. You’d thought about visiting Jake at work but you weren’t sure whether you were at that stage of your relationship yet. So instead, the best option seemed to be lounging around in your underwear watching Desperate Housewives reruns in the living room. As you flopped over onto your front trying to escape the San Diego heat that you still weren’t accustomed to, a notification popped up onto your phone.

cowboy ❤️

come join me at the beach?

photo

You opened the message to a selfie from Jake in what appeared to be the Hard Deck bathrooms. He was stood shirtless flexing his arms into the mirror doing a little pouty face staring down the camera. You giggled at his stupidly handsome face that somehow manages to look good no matter what he was doing.

You

are you not at work? ❤️

cowboy ❤️

annual dogfight football baby

With that message accompanied a picture Jake had taken over his shoulder of Rooster and Mav shirtless and covered in sand. Suddenly it clicked why your aunt had travelled to the bar to complete tasks which definitely could have been finished at home. Deciding to wind Jake up you replied to the second picture he sent, ignoring his first selfie

You

how does mav still look so good? talk about dilf 🤤

Giggling as you sent the message you put your phone down and decided to finally peel yourself away from the couch to start getting ready for the beach.

Flipping through the variety of swimsuits you had bought with you, you wondered which one Jake would like best. Although Jake would like to call himself a man of taste, when it came to his girl his taste in her clothing was sparse to say the least. Settling on a blue two piece with strings that tied it all together, you moved to pick up Jake’s button up that you had kept since one fateful night in his truck. It was light blue and quite fitted on him but it hung nicely on you and could work as a cover up if the sea breeze became too strong.

You span around to look at yourself in the floor length mirror in the corner of your room. Jake was going to love this. You plucked your sunglasses from the bedside table and placed them on your head so you could finally make your way back downstairs to your phone and tote bag.

Picking up you phone you smirked at Jake’s many replies.

cowboy ❤️

shut up

you’re not being serious right?

because i don’t know the ins and outs of your relationship with your father for that to be a funny text

that emoji makes it seem like a joke

i mean yeah ig he keeps it tight for a guy who gets senior discounts

You interrupted his next text by gracing him with a response.

you

shush jake obv im joking

….we will talk later tho

You then sent a photo of yourself in the mirror near the front door, chest pushed slightly out. You knew your audience.

cowboy ❤️

ur such a tease

you

see u soon flyboy <3

The drive down to the Hard Deck is brisk, not much traffic for a midweek afternoon in Miramar. As you pull into the Hard Deck’s parking lot you recognise a few of the pilots cars and you pull in next to Rooster’s bronco, scoffing at the fuzzy dice hanging from his rear view mirror. That boy was seriously stuck in the 70s.

Moving out of your car, you walk down to where you can see your aunt ‘working’ on one of the benches outside of the Hard Deck that faces the beach front. She slowly averts her gaze from Mav and smiles up at you,

“Hi darling, I wasn’t expecting to see you here?” You giggle as her attention slips from you again when Mav throws the ball particularly well over to Payback.

“Yeah, Jake text me asking if I wanted to join.” She giggles at your dreamy smile and pulls you down onto the bench next to her. Once you’re sat and your belongings have been placed down next to Penny’s you scour the group of pilots to find your boyfriend.

However, as you rake over the group you come to the realisation that he isn’t stood with them. That put an odd feeling in your stomach, Jake was never ever one to miss out on a competition. As you were about to question you aunt, you saw Bob approach with an uneasy look on his face.

“Hey, are you looking for Jake?”

You nod, spurring him on.

“He’s a little further down the beach, with um.. those two girls,”

Your gut twinges again as you look to where Bob is facing, lo and behold Jake is stood pointing something out to two tall slim girls. You weren’t jealous per se, you had no real reason to be. He wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary, as annoying as it was, girls always seemed to flock to Jake. You weren’t jealous because Jake was the one to express his interest in you first, he knew what he wanted and it was you. Still your gut twinged. You looked to Bob, then stood up abruptly.

“Pen, do you mind looking after my stuff?” You turned to ask your aunt and she hummed absentmindedly, still entranced by her boyfriend. You took the hum as a yes and kicked your slides off ready to go find your boyfriend.

Bob took this as a sign to take off back to the group still playing football and watched your figure retreat to where Jake was standing with the two girls, smiling as they laughed at something he had said.

One of the girls smacked Jake’s chest lightly as she laughed far too hard for what Jake had said. This was when you began to feel slightly angry, you knew that type of laugh. You’d used it before. On Jake nonetheless. No man was ever that funny, especially Jake.

As you came into Jake’s view, his smile widened which made you falter slightly, in what was quite a stompy walk. Reminded of the fact that you were wearing his shirt and his favourite bikini you tried to style out your march into more of a cool girl saunter.

Jake lifted his sunglasses once you were stood in front of him and sucked in a breath as he took in your attire. He lifted his hand from his side and started to play with the hem of his shirt which hung from your frame.

“Wow..”

“Hey baby,” you smiled at him then turned to the two girls who appeared slightly confused by what was occurring in front of them.

“And you guys are…” okay maybe you were slightly snappy, but did these girls still have to hang around when they now clearly knew Jake was taken.

The brunette one of the two spoke up, “Jake, are you not gonna introduce us?”

Jake looked up and scoffed slightly at the girls audacity, he shared a look with you that had you holding in a giggle.

“…right, Brianna, Stace, this is my beautiful girlfriend.” At his statement you smiled up at him, bashful at his compliment and at the thought that you had previously had in which he completely ignored you in favour of his two new friends.

“Hi..” you smiled at the girls with more pep in your step.

The red head (Brianna?) then spoke up, “Oh.. this is your girlfriend?” With distaste on her tongue which made Jake seethe.

“What I just said.” He spoke shortly back to her.

Her friend clearly sensed the tension bubbling and tried to smoothen out the situation, “I think she just means we weren’t expecting to meet her,” she smiled apologetically at you.

You smiled back appreciatively and spoke up, “Well we should really be getting going, I have a game of football i need to see my boyfriend win, it was nice meeting you girls!”

Jake had already began to move away, dragging you along with him as you waved at the two girls when Brianna (?) spoke again,

“Wait Jake! Didn’t you want my number?”

You both turned back to see her friend look confusedly at her and Jake scoffed once again,

“Yeah, no thanks pal.”

You struggled to hold your giggle in again at Jake’s passive aggressive word choice and continued your walk back towards the rest of the pilots who were now taking a break from their game.

“God can you believe them?” Jake asked you exasperatedly, “you look so unbelievably hot right now by the way doll, is that my shirt?”

“They weren’t tooooo bad..” you giggled and nodded at Jake. He continued on,

“I mean they dragged me from the group asking where the closest place was to get food that wasn’t made behind a bar but then when I tried to point places out they just kept going on and on and on and on and-”

“Jake shut up would you?” You said as you finally reached the group sat outside the Hard Deck.

“Hey!” He said and smacked your ass lightly to emphasise his annoyance. You turned and stuck your tongue out at him as Rooster spoke up,

“Finally able to shake you two new best friends then ?”

Phoenix snorted and turned to you, “Babe you should have seen the way they were eyeing Jake up before they finally went in for the kill.” You giggled along next to her at her interesting choice of analysis for the two girls.

Jake had started his own conversation with Coyote and Bob when you finally turned back to look at him and finally realised you hadn’t got the chance to admire how handsome he looked right now. You suddenly couldn’t feel it in you to be angry at the girls and their failed attempts at flirting. The late afternoon sun was warm against your skin and made the remnants of sea water on Jake’s chest glimmer. His dark navy swim shorts hung dangerously low on his hips and his ray bans were sat just slightly too far down on his nose so he had to bring a hand up to push them back upwards, afterwards he raked said hand through his windswept hair and you embarrassingly felt you stomach flutter at the action.

You laced your fingers through his other hand which was still resting low on your hip and squeezed. He turned his head slightly indicating that you had his attention whilst he still managed to listen to Coyote’s ramblings. Standing on your tip toes you whispered into his ear,

“I’m going to go into the bathroom in the Hard Deck in a second and your going to follow in after me in about two minutes, okay?”

Jake looked down at you and smirked at your playful expression, he tipped his head up slightly in a showing of understanding and he dropped his hand from your hips to let you excuse yourself.

Jake watched your retreating form with his eyes trained on the sway of your hips and a smile plastered on his face. He pulled his phone from the pocked of his shorts and checked the time. 16:43. Two minutes and he could follow in after you.

Those last two minutes of Jake’s life seemed to be the longest he’d ever lived through.

He followed your previous path towards the bathroom at the back of the Hard Deck and knocked on the locked door. You open the door to a smiling Jake Seresin.

“Hi doll,” he smirks down at you. You pull him into the bathroom and lock the door behind him, wary of your surroundings.

He has one hand placed on the side of your face with the other groping your ass making you whine out at the contact. Jake leans down and kisses you slowly and sweetly, he goes to slip his tongue into your mouth but before he can you’re pulling away to shed yourself of his shirt and pull your hair up using the spare hair tie on your wrist.

Jake watches with his mouth hanging slightly open as you drop to your knees in front of him smiling sweetly.

“Not that I’m complaining sweetheart but what on earth did I do to deserve this ?”

Tugging at the drawstring holding his shorts up you stare up at him, “you defended my honour in front of those two wenches, oh valiant solider!”

Jake rolls his eyes at your dramatics, but he can see that you truly are grateful for his actions. The thing with you and Jake is that he always understands what you truly mean, even if you mask it behind layers of dry humour, built up for your protection.

You finally undo the knot holding Jake’s shorts so low on his waist (and make a mental note to tease him later on for his navy level drawstring knot) and look up to Jake for conformation.

“Please baby,” he almost whimpers down at you .

You smile at his whiny tone and pull his shorts down enough to release his cock and kitten lick against his leaking tip, making him shudder slightly in pleasure. You grasp him with you right hand and start slowly stroking, watching carefully at what movements make Jake react the most.

He begins to fiddle with the tie at the back of your neck which holds your bikini top together to try and distract him from letting out a groan too loud which could alert anyone outside of your whereabouts.

You lean down again and spit onto his tip, using you tongue to spread the wetness of your saliva and his precum along the length of his cock.

After spending your first night with Jake you realised he had enough of a reason to be so cocky. He was big. (not that you felt the need to tell him and boost his ego even further).

Sinking your mouth down onto him you breathed carefully through your nose and let him hit the back of your throat. Jake released a throaty groan in response to the action and moved his hand into your hair to pull at it lightly causing you to moan onto his shaft. The vibrations make Jake whine even louder into his fist. Spurred on by his noises you continue to move up and down on him sloppily, clenching your thighs at the sounds being pulled from his throat.

The final straw for Jake was when you looked up at him through you long wet lashes as you pulled off of him, with a long string of spit connecting your lips to the tip of his cock.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close.” Jake whimpered.

You take him back into you mouth and trace the vein on the underside of his cock with your tongue. You sloppily continue to suck as Jake’s whines reach a crescendo and he spills into your mouth with a deep grunt. His grip on your hair loosens and you pull your mouth away, careful to keep his cum inside of your mouth. Some slips out the sides of your lips as you swallow and you allow it to drip down in between the valley of your breasts for Jake to admire.

“You are too fucking good to me doll,” Jake speaks breathlessly, helping you up onto unsteady feet.

You giggle up at him, “You can repay the favour later cowboy don’t worry.”

He smirks down at you and rights his shorts swiftly. As he looks back up he uses his fingers to collect his seed that collected in between you breasts and pushes them into your mouth for you to suck clean. Once you finish he pulls you into a searing kiss and licks his tongue around your mouth, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue.

You pull away, slightly light headed and turn to the mirror to right yourself. Jake stands behind you in the mirror and pulls his button down onto you, smiling at your reflection. You turn around and peck him quickly and reach for the door to let yourselves out.

Walking into the main area of the Hard Deck with Jake behind you, you notice your aunt looking at you with her signature smirk on her face and you blush under her gaze. She wonders when you and Jake will finally stop defiling her property.

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a/n: i love these two, jake is much less suckier than he is in my first fic bc i think he is actually so boyfriend !!!!

hopefully you all enjoy this!!! and thank you so much for all the notes on my other two pieces !! i promise i will get to any requests as soon as :)

pls reblog and comment and tell me what you think <333

- honey :0

[imaginemalereader]

Anonymous request: Imagine being Clint Barton’s trans son

Sometimes it was hard to have an Avenger for a dad. For once, that wasn’t actually the hardest part. Him being away a lot had actually made part of this easier. It gave you more time to plan and prepare.

You thought about a letter, an email, a text. Ultimately you decided against them all though. You wanted to tell him face to face. You still wrote out a lot of what you wanted to say but you didn’t want to be reading off a script when you talked to him either.

When he got back from the latest mission, he and Natasha came back to the house. It had been an easy one they said, by Avengers standards of course. Once you were sure that everyone was safe and still as mentally stable as they had been when they left, you asked to pull your dad aside for a minute.

“What’s going on kid?” He asked. He could tell you were nervous, you were fidgety and looked from him and then away and back several times.

“Dad there’s something I need to tell you. About me.”

“Are you okay? Has someone-” His mind raced to a hundred bad things that could be going on before you cut him off.

“I’m fine. I’m just, I’m just not who you always thought I was.”

Was it bad that his first thought was that you were secretly an Asgardian sent to Earth as a baby or something like that?

You read the confusion on his face and quickly continued speaking.

“Dad I’m transgender. I’m a boy. And I want you to call me [Y/N] and your son and a brother and-”

This time you were the one cut off as your dad pulled you into a hug. You wrapped your arms tightly around him and even though you were happy and relieved, you were fighting back tears.

“Son, daughter, anything else. it doesn’t matter buddy. I love you.”

“Thanks dad.” He could here that you were choked up and held you a little tighter.

“Should we go tell your Aunt Nat while she’s here, or do you want to wait?”

“We can tell her now.” You said. 

Your dad let you drop the hug first and stepped back when you let him go.

“Are you okay?” He noticed your eyes were watery but he didn’t want to press you.

“Yeah, I’m good. Happy.”

 He put a hand on your shoulder and guided you back out to the porch where Nat had gone to wait for the two of you so she wouldn’t accidentally overhear anything.

“Aunt Nat?”

“You both good?” She asked, picking up that both of you had been near tears moments ago.

“Yeah we’re good. Aunt Nat, I’m trans. Could you call me [Y/N]?”

Natasha smiled, then put on a fake frown.

“Clint you’re subtracting from my niece tally.”

Your dad smiled and you laughed.

“Sorry to disappoint.” You smiled.

“I guess I can live with it.” She sighed, winking at you.

With those two out of the way, telling the rest of the Avengers was easy. Your dad brought you to the compound and helped you tell everyone and educate them. Thor needed the most help with terminology but everyone was very supportive. Tony immediately had Jarvis update your records and pronouns in the system.

Everyone was lovely about it, truly.

But your dad was on a whole other level, rivaled possibly only by Natasha. Around the house, you got a Nerf gun to correct people if they misgendered or dead-named you. The idea caught on and soon all the Avengers found themselves shot with little darts if they got it wrong. Everyone became remarkably fast learners.

Your dad doesn’t do much press, not like Steve or Tony, but it makes you smile every time he talks proudly about his son.

He made arrows with trans colors on them that spew colored smoke and disorient a person. You helped him design them after all the gender reveal party fails you saw online.

He’s not so good at dealing with all the bureaucratic nonsense that is the American healthcare system, but it’s impressive what doors being an Avenger opens. If/when you decided you want to pursue medical transition, he’s very supportive. Hormones, surgery, he’s got your back through it all. 

The first year after you came out, you asked him to take you to pride. You ended up getting a little more than you asked for.

It started out just the two of you. You walked around, saw the booths. Your dad was happy to see you happy. You got some merch, and your dad bought himself some stuff as well. He asked you questions, you guys talked to people. It was nice, and pretty low-key all things considered.

After some time wandering, you saw a collection of familiar faces approaching.

“I hope you don’t mind, I invited them to join us.” Them of course meant the rest of the Avengers, some of whom stuck out more than others. They all wore varying degrees of pride gear, from Natasha who wore a black shirt with an abstract design in trans colors, to Tony who had gone full rainbow.

The now large group of you walked through the festival together, with everyone talking and laughing. Some asked you questions about words or flags or memes that were unfamiliar. Thor had a lot of questions about how he had become a lesbian icon and what his duties entailed.

At the end of the day, you all went your separate ways.

“Was that good?” Your dad asked as he drove you both home.

“Yeah it was. Thank you for taking me, and for coming, and for inviting them. It was fun.”

“I don’t think I’ve actually said it to you yet, but I’m proud of you. Not just for this, because I know coming out and that is hard. But I’m proud of you. My son. I’m proud of the man you’re growing into.”

You smiled. You wished your dad could be around more, selfishly, but more than that, you were proud of what he did and who he was. You wanted to be like him in so many ways.

“Thanks dad. I love you.”

[babymetaldoll]

The BAU First online Secret Santa (aka: Rossi vs Zoom)  (Spencer Reid/ Reader)

Summary: Rossi might have said too much when he wasn't muted in the BAU online Secret Santa Celebration. And Reid is too embarrassed to face (Y/N) afterward.

Requested: Yes. My boyfriend asked me to write this, and asked for some specific gifts for some team members. (Based on season 7 of Criminal Minds in COVID quarantine).

Pairing: Spencer Reid/ Reader- feat the whole team 

Warnings: None

Word count: 3K

Masterlist 

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- “Hello?”- Penelope waved at Rossi, but he didn’t reply. She sighed and stared at the camera on her computer, and nearly started jumping and waving. 

- “Rossi!! Hey!”

- “Penelope??”- Rossi screamed, looking at the screen, unable to find the tab with the Zoom video conference on his navigator. He could hear her but couldn’t see her. 

- “Where are you??”

- “Rossi!! I can’t hear you! you are muted!”- Penelope was already frustrated, and it had been only two minutes. 

Rossi had been struggling using Zoom the whole quarantine. Every online meeting for the last couple of months had been filled with “Rossi, you are muted,” “Rossi, we can see you picking your nose,” “Rossi, you aren’t mute, we can hear you fart.” It had been as frustrating as funny for the team. 

- “Hey!”- Prentiss waved at the camera- “Where’s everybody?”

- “We’ve got Rossi trying to find us and unmute his mic”- Emily chuckled and nodded- “And Hotch just logged in… hey!”

- “Hello everybody”- Aaron Hotchner waved, and his son Jack appeared in the back of the room, waving too. 

- “Did you clean your room?”- he asked his son

- “Yes…”- it was clear Jack was lying

- “So if I go upstairs right now, your room is going to be clean, your bed made, and your toys in their place?- Jack stayed still and just smiled. Slowly, he turned around and ran back to his room. 

- “Hey, how did you change your background?”- Emily asked Garcia, who started explaining how to do it. 

- “Henry! what is it?”- JJ logged into the conversation, but her attention was really on her son, who kept crying somewhere near her. 

- “Hello? Hey? can you hear me?”

- “Hey Spence!!”- Prentiss and Garcia said at the same time and chuckled. 

- “Hello! How’s everybody!”- he smiled and stared at his screen. 

For someone who hated technology, he was pretty comfortable meeting the team online. Maybe because his germaphobic self was glad they didn’t have to go to the BAU if there was a pandemic going on.   

Germs were worse than technology, which was good to know when it came to his phobias. 

- “Baby girl, what are you doing?”- Derek’s voice interrupted Garcia’s class of “How to change backgrounds one on one.” Emily enjoyed her time switching pictures on his background, laughing, while JJ tried to convince Henry to eat his banana. Hotch was reading a case file, not paying attention to anything going on around him. Rossi was lost and muted still, trying to find the right tab in his browser, and Spencer was reading a book, sipping a cup of coffee.  

- “Hey!!”- (Y/N) waved at the screen and stared at the scene. Everyone in the BAU was on their little bubble.  

- “Hello, hey! How are you?”- Spencer closed the book and waved. (Y/N) blushed and waved back. She just stared at him, and all the memories of their last video call came to mind. 

They had literally spent the night together. They started a video call around seven, then cooked dinner. Spencer actually cooked ‘cos (Y/N) gave him an easy cooking lesson online. Both of them ate spaghetti with homemade bolognese sauce. 

They started talking and talking, drinking tea, and coffee, and cocoa, and more tea. They snuggled on their couches and kept on talking, laughing. Somehow they started reading each other their favorite parts of their favorite books. And somehow, they ended up in their beds, drinking one last cup of tea. They were hugging a pillow, wishing they could actually hug each other, but never saying those words. And so they kept talking until they fell asleep. 

(Y/N) had fallen asleep first. Spencer felt he had bored her ‘till she passed out, but the truth was, she had made her best effort to stay awake but failed at four in the morning. She loved talking with Spencer. She loved Spencer, all of him, including all the facts and statistics he would ramble on for hours. 

If only she knew he felt the same. He could hear her ramble about books and albums she loved. He didn’t know half the bands she talked about but always googled them after their conversations to understand her a little bit better. And to add facts to their next talk. 

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- “Rossi! Rossi! unmute your mic”- Aaron repeated for the hundredth time during the call, but Rossi still had no idea what he was doing. 

- “Ok, ok, don’t touch anything, I’m hacking into your computer,”- Garcia simply said, already tired of waiting. It wasn’t the first time she had done it during the latest months. I wouldn’t be the last either. 

- “Hello? can you hear me?”

- “Yes, David”- Aaron nodded and almost smiled- “Hello everybody, I trust you are all having a nice day.”

It was their annual Secret Santa, and for the first time, it was online. They had all made sure to mail their presents earlier enough, and everybody had gotten theirs already. It was December 24th, and though it was still just noon, Rossi enjoyed the first whiskey of the day.  

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- “I sent you all cookies!!”- Penelope clapped and smiled, staring into the camera- “Did you all get it?”

- “Yes!”- they all answered but (Y/N). 

- “No… I didn’t”

- “What?! But I sent them yesterday! the delivery said you had gotten them,”- Penelope explained, but (Y/N) just shook her head. 

- “Sorry Garcia, I just got my Secret Santa present this week, and that’s it”

- “Someone stole your cookies, pretty girl!”- Derek chuckled and took a bit of one of his- “Your lost, ‘cos they are delicious.” 

- “Great… not only I get to spend Christmas alone, now I have to bake my own cookies.”- she groaned and sighed. 

- “What? Alone?”- JJ was in shock- “What about your family? Family get-togethers are allowed this weekend. It just has to be less than ten people in each house.” 

- “They live in Seattle, and I can’t travel ‘cos I don’t wanna expose my grandparents to any risk, so I decided to spend Christmas alone”- (Y/N) cut the team a short smile. They all wide opened their eyes in shock. Christmas alone was never a good plan. 

- “Me and Jack are going to spend it with his grandfather and aunt. We would be glad to have you over.”- Hotch immediately said, and (Y/N) smiled.

- “Thank you, but that’s ok, it’s just Christmas…”- that really didn’t sound good. 

- “I’m gonna be alone too,”- Spencer texted her ‘cos he didn’t want to say it in front of the team- “Do you wanna spend Christmas with me? I can save you some cookies”. 

(Y/N) chuckled as she read, and Spencer smiled, staring at her. You don’t usually get to see the reaction of the person you text. And he loved it. 

- “Why are you going to be alone?”- she wrote back

- “Same as you, I don’t wanna expose my mom, and she is all the family I’ve got. She’ll spend Christmas with aunt Ethel”. 

- “Hey! (Y/N), are you listening?”- Penelope waved and nearly yelled. 

- “Sorry, what?”- (Y/N) left the phone aside and tried to focus on the team. 

- “JJ was saying you are also welcome to spend it with her mom, Henry, and Will.”

- “Thank you guys, but… I think I’ll be ok.” 

She blushed at those words and made her best not to look at Spencer as she smiled. Which was incredibly useless, ‘cos no one knew where Spencer’s image was on her screen. And at the same time, it was so easy for the team to profile what was going on. That’s why neither of them said another word.

- “Ok, can we start opening presents now?”- Prentiss asked. Her background was now a beach, and she had put on a big hat and sunglasses. Penelope and JJ laughed at her so loud that they didn’t listen when Aaron said they should make a distant toast. 

- “Wait! let me get something to drink!”- (Y/N) stood up quickly and poured herself a cup of tea. 

- “Ok, now I’m ready, sorry”- and when she looked at the screen, Spencer was blushing, and everybody was chuckling. 

- “What did I miss?”

- “Nothing pretty girl”- Derek just smiled- “Let’s do the presents thing… who wants to start?”

- “Henry is pretty restless today, so if you guys don’t mind, I want to start”- JJ waved and showed everybody her present. 

“You have to guess who gave you your present,”- Emily explained and sipped her cup of coffee. 

- “Alright… let’s see… I got this envelope from my Secret Santa and… it’s just what I needed!!”- JJ smiled and nearly jumped on her seat

- “It’s a whole spa day!! Mom needs a day off when this pandemic ends!! thank you, Secret Santa!!” 

- “Who do you think gave you that?”- Penelope asked, and JJ looked at each one of her teammates on the screen.

- I’m gonna go with… Hotch, ‘cos I think he understands exactly what’s like being a parent in quarantine- Aaron chuckled and shook his head. 

- “Sorry, I would have given you that, though, but it wasn’t me.”

- “Then who?”- Rossi raised his hand and smiled

- “I noticed you were a little… stressed last time we talked. I thought maybe when this whole thing ends, you would enjoy a day to treat yourself.”

- “Thank you so much, Rossi. I really appreciate it!!”

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The whole team continued opening their presents and laughed, trying to guess who was their Secret Santa. Hotch got a horrible (and yet adorable) Christmas sweater with a gigantic Rudolph on it and a matching one for Jack. He guessed right away it was from Penelope. 

Hotch bought García a fantastic pair of high heels and confessed he had picked them himself. Aaron Hotchner had a pretty good fashion sense. Who knew? 

Rossi opened his present and laughed, shocked. It was one costly and hard to find Scotch bottle. He thought it was from Emily, but no, it was from (Y/N). 

- “I remembered you said it was your favorite, and I thought maybe you’d like to share it with us next time we have a real get-together in your house.”

- “It’s very nice and naive of you to think I might actually share this present with anyone”- Rossi smiled and waved at the screen- “Thank you, kid.”

Emily got a weekend in Vegas from JJ to make it up for the “Sin to Win” weekend she lost because of a case a few months before. And again, she refused to explain to the team what “Sin to Win” meant. 

Morgan got a life provision of baby oil to rub on his six pack and biceps each time he took his shirt off. It was a joke from Emily, and Rossi nearly had a heart attack laughing at it. Penelope wanted a demonstration, but Derek promised a private show. Prentiss also got him a new kit of tools for home repairs, which always came in handy for him… mostly to fix all the doors he kicked. 

- “And what did you get, Spence?”- JJ asked, now holding Henry in her arms, trying to keep him calm. Reid opened his present and smiled. It wasn’t a happy smile though, it was a “are you fucking kidding me?” smile.   

- “Dating for Dummies”- he said and showed the book- “And I’m pretty sure this is from Morgan.”

- “As soon as this quarantine ends, you and I are going to a club, so you better study that book, ‘cos I’m gonna make you put it on good use.”

Morgan joked, but after all those years, it just wasn’t funny anymore, not for Spencer, at least. 

- “And last but not least, what did you get (Y/N)?”- Penelope’s eyes were shining. She loved Secret Santa. She had forced Hotch to put on his sweater, and he was now feeling like a dork on camera. Garcia, of course, had taken many screen-captures to save that amazing moment. 

- “Well, I’m pretty sure this is from Spencer”- she smiled, ‘cos he was the only one left. He blushed and waved. 

- “I hope you like it”- (Y/N) unwrapped the present carefully and smiled, surprised. 

- “Where did you get this?”- it was an original edition of The Little Prince, in french. It was tough to find. 

- “You said you loved the book ‘cos your mom read it to you when you were a kid, so… I thought you’d like it.”

(Y/N) couldn’t stop going through each page, as a million memories of her childhood came to her mind. Her mother had passed away when she was in high school, and the book meant more to her than anyone could imagine. 

- “Thank you”- she whispered and bit her lip, making her best not to cry. 

- “Jesus Christ! When is he going to tell her he loves her!?”- Rossi nearly yelled. He was in the back of his office, pouring himself a glass of his Secret Santa present. 

The whole team stayed quiet, making their best not to laugh. Spencer wanted to die. He rested his head on the desk and controlled the urge to leave the conversation. 

- “Hey, Rossi… just so you know, you weren’t muted.”- Prentiss managed to say and chuckled. He looked at the screen and stayed quiet. 

- “Ok... I think I’m gonna go now. This Scotch is already getting to my head, so… see you guys!!”- Rossi waved and tried to leave. 

- “Fuck! I hope I didn’t ruin it for the kid. Well, someone had to say it anyway”- he whispered, embarrassed.

- “Rossi, we can still hear you. You didn’t close the conversation, just minimized it”- JJ warned him, and that time, everybody burst out laughing. 

- “Ok, I’m gonna go now…”- Spencer couldn’t even look at (Y/N) anymore. He just waved and closed Zoom. 

- “I’m gonna go too”- (Y/N) whispered- “I hope everybody has a nice holiday!”- she didn’t even wait for anyone to say anything else. She just left the conversation and walked to the kitchen to get herself a glass of water. 

What the hell had just happened? 

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Spencer had a panic attack. What was he supposed to do now? Confess his feelings? Rossi had already done it for him. Should he call (Y/N) and tell her it was just a joke? Tell her the truth? Invite her over for Christmas, again? 

- “Fuck!!”- he shouted and walked to his kitchen. Some whiskey Morgan left last time he visited was still there, and though Reid wasn’t much of a drinker, he needed one. 

He honestly had no idea what to do. He knew he couldn’t face (Y/N) now. How? he would fluster just to be in the same room with her. Rossi really ruined everything. It seemed it was the end of the world. 

- “I’m gonna have to quit, move from DC, change my name, start my life from scratch…” 

Yes, Spencer was making a drama out of the whole situation. But in his defense, he had never been in that kind of situation before. 

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It was eight pm when Spencer heard a knock on the door. He had been lying on his couch most of the afternoon, trying to read. Still, his mind kept coming back to (Y/N) and the embarrassment he felt after Rossi’s comment.

- “Hi”- (Y/N) whispered as soon as Reid opened the door, and his heart stopped- “You said I could come for Christmas… so…”- he stood still and just nodded. She was there, wearing a Dr. Who mask, with some snowflakes on her coat.  

- “Can I come in?”

- “Sure! I’m sorry, I just…”- Spencer moved from the door and watched her taking off her shoes, leaving a few paper bags on the table, and smiling at him as soon as she removed her mask. 

- “Can I wash my hands?”

- “Of course, the bathroom is…”- Reid stopped himself. She knew where the bathroom was. That wasn’t the first time she was there.    

While she washed her hand, he made his best to clean a little, folded the blanket on his couch, and piled all the books that were lying around. 

- “So… I hope I’m not interrupting anything…”- (Y/N) started apologizing again, but Spencer just shook his head. 

- “No, not at all, I just wasn’t expecting you to come after… what…”- he couldn’t even mention it.

- “After what Rossi said?”- she turned around and avoided looking at Spencer. She walked to the bags she had brought and started taking things out

 - “Should we worry he was getting drunk so early?”- she simply said, and Reid chuckled

- “I don’t know, maybe… what are you doing?”

- “Well… I’m not into chicken tandoori for Christmas, so I cooked some things.”

- “It smells delicious”- Reid smiled, and so did (Y/N), feeling her cheeks blushing. 

- “It’s mom’s turkey recipe, so it better be good”

- “Let me put that in the fridge”- Reid held the turkey, roasted potatoes, and many other things (Y/N) had cooked and walked to the kitchen. 

- “I also got you this”- (Y/N) giggled and followed Spencer. As soon as he left everything he was carrying, she put a Santa hat with red and white stripes on his head.

- “You look like the cat in the hat”- she joked, and Spencer laughed, feeling like the happiest nerd on earth. 

- “I’m gonna take that as a compliment.”

- “It is…”- (Y/N) stared at him and sighed, both of them smiling in silence for a second. 

- “Did you get one for yourself too?”- he finally asked.

- “Yes! so we can take dorky pictures and send them to Garcia, she is gonna love those”- she made a pause and bit her lips for a second. 

- “So… do you like Christmas traditions?”- she asked and looked down at her shoes 

- “Mmm, sure… like watching Home Alone drinking hot chocolate?- Spencer asked, thinking he hadn’t really lived many Christmas traditions growing up. However, he knew his mother had made her best to make him happy each holiday. 

- “Yeah… that and… maybe this”

(Y/N) took a mistletoe from her pocket and lifted her arm to place it right on top of their heads. 

Spencer didn’t move. He just wide opened his eyes, staring at (Y/N), who was now smiling, completely blushed. 

- “Since we are spending Christmas together, I thought… we… could…”- but she couldn’t finish talking, ‘cos Spencer leaned in slowly, very slowly until he reached her lips and kissed her. His hands cupped her cheeks carefully, and her arms ended up wrapped around his neck.  

- “Merry Christmas, Spencer”- she whispered, rubbing her lips against his when the kiss ended, but neither of them wanted to move apart.

- “Merry Christmas, (Y/N)” 

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[moxfirefly]

Okay okay okay I have something. You are so good at writing tmnt so here it goes. What about... Make up sex? ;) I imagine how there has been a huge fight with their girl. So much so that the turtles thought it would lead to breakup. But the SO returns and it ultimately leads to some angsty action. Of course you can imagine it however you want too! Make up your own reasons if need be!!

As somebody who breathes angst this is truly fun. You didn’t specify a turt lad so I hope you don’t mind me choosing and going from there. Just cause I’m intrigued ima go with my orange boi.

TW: Angst/Feels/Arguments

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

His hands hurt so much. When you ball your fists for too long the tendons tend to protest, the digging of nails into palms stings.

Mikey doesn’t like how loud his head feels right now. He sits against the wall closest to his tv, your scent is surrounding him and it only serves to make him more frustrated and gutted. The two of you have never gone past discussion into full blow arguing. He doesn’t like to fight with you, he does enough fighting on a nightly bases anyways.

But you got stubborn and he got selfish. Voices got raised, things were said and each one got hurt. He knows he can’t keep you glued to his shell forever, he’s had to learn the hard way, that there’s a life above that you inhabit and people around he’ll never truly meet. He knows every detail about your home life, knows your mother’s maiden name, how your aunt likes to get drunk at the family reunions and spill gossip. He knows your childhood home’s street name, the first guy you kissed, the first girl you kissed. Every aspect of your life you have told him in confidence, in laughter, in tears.

But Mikey is never gonna be part of it. He can’t really meet your dad and have that ‘if you break her heart I’ll break your legs’ talk. He won’t bond with your mom over their mutual love of cooking and secretly become her confidant. Knowing all these people but never truly knowing them is something he accepts.

It’s you leaving for three months back home. Three months away from him, three months where you’ll be surrounded by nostalgia you miss and love. Where your family will ask about ‘any boyfriends?’ and you’ll have to fake laugh your way through it. Three months of you being amongst people you constantly miss.

Surrounded by normalcy.

And Mikey wanted to be happy for you, he wanted to say fuck it and face time you every morning and night, watch you be happy to be in your hometown and maybe even get a virtual tour of it...

But that little dark part in his brain calls him a freak and reminds him constantly that you’ll get tired of surrounding yourself in craziness, monsters, end of the world scenarios etc. It just can’t seem to allow him to be happy for you. So the entire thing had ended in a fight, where dumb regretful things had been spat and you had marched off pissed and he had remained here equally pissed.

His brothers think he doesn’t get mad, they think he holds himself together through sheer ignorant bliss but it’s never been the case. Cause you’ve seen fire in his pretty blue eyes, you’ve seen those same very pretty blue eyes turn red with tear, you’ve seen so much of what he hides behind his laughter.

And fuck, three months of you away?!

Mikey pushes his knees up against his chest and sighs. His phone hasn’t made a noise despite his efforts to try and call you after he has calmed down. He debated going to your house and apologizing or at least going for a more calmer approach in expressing why this had left him so triggered. He wants to make sure this hasn’t pushed you both to your end, another nagging little thought that hasn’t quite shut its mouth.

Had this been the end? Had you walked out in a fury of frustration and decided this is it? Would you seize all communication and just erase the memories of him and your time together?

He’s hurting himself, he’s also getting angrier. This is stupid, he’s been stupid and immature and so are you for walking off!

It’s two hours before he decides to get up and toss his phone and try to consume his surrounding in order to relax. Mind over matter and all it’s wonderful bullshit. He doesn’t want to leave his room cause he knows the others must’ve heard.

He’s four hours deep into a shooting game when Raph pokes his head in with some food. He doesn’t look up, cause he knows Raph wants to be a good big brother and talk to him but he doesn’t want to when he’s one unfortunate mishandling away from crying. He lets him sit with him, watch him play and run a little bit of commentary that actually makes him smile just a teeny bit.

Even when Raph gets up and runs a large mitt over his head and tells him ‘broads are just emotional, she’ll come around’ he tries his best to not let his eyes betray him. Even when Raph gives the top of his head a kiss and pats his shell, he tries his best to keep it together.

It’s around 4am when he decides to look for his phone, chucked somewhere near his bed and maybe not broken. He finds it under his bed, screen a little cracked and one text message reading ‘r u awake?’ By you, it was sent twenty minutes ago and somewhere between debating calling or texting he hears the curtain in his room move.

You’re there.

Face two parts unreadable and a good topping of frustrated. Your face is bare, a mixture of sleepwear and winter clothing that clearly shows you had tried to sleep it off but couldn’t. “I just saw this... sorry” Mikey wonders if that sorry is related to the unread text or more so this mess. You look away, the energy around you can be felt. That upset way you bite the inside of your lip, how you cross your arms and run through every possible way of starting your side of things to say.

“Why are you really mad about me going back home?” You can’t meet his gaze and Mikey is thankful because he feels an oncoming headache. “I dunno man...” He sets his phone on his makeshift night table and runs his hands through his face, mask being taken off with the motion.

“That’s not an answer, you’re mad about something and I want to know” This time you do look and Mikey’s playing with the shoe string on one of the sneakers that hangs from the bunk bed. He chooses to stay quiet because if he does say something, what are the chances that you’ll understand?

“Mike, talk to me” He huffs a bitter laugh, ‘Mike’ is the he’s in trouble name. But he feels more obstinate than ever because why talk?

He shoves his hands in his pockets and looks down at his feet. “I didn’t come back in the freezing cold to actually work through this if you aren’t going to throw me a bone at least-” Your tone is a mix of exasperation and sadness. “You go back and you forget about me” Mikey cuts through.

You furrow your brows at his statement. “What?” You take a few steps but he side steps you and that somehow cuts you. “You go back home and you realize it’s better to be in a normal environment that isn’t New York, in the sewers, with me-“ He motions to all of him. “And all the crazy shit we do” He glares, not necessarily at you but more so at all of this, the current state of affairs.

Running a frustrated hand through your hair you try to settle your thoughts. “You can’t jump to a conclusion like that and you know it, I’m not skulking off back home and ghosting you! And frankly it fucking hurts you think of me like that” You reach for him because Mikey can’t be still for five seconds if his life depended on it, but he grabs your hands and refuses to let you lull him with your touch. “It’s not a conclusion it’s a friggin possibility! Do you see us actually being endgame in all this shit!” He grips your wrists, you want to get through to him but he’s lost in that terrible negative mindset.

“We both aren’t mind readers! But trust me that leaving you is nowhere on my list of achievements” You manage out of his grip and grasp his face. “You are being unfair and stubborn as fuck but I love you okay?” Your voice sounds almost angry, angry at the very idea of living in a world where you and him don’t coexist together.

“I can’t even marry you! I can’t even knock you up!” Another bitter laugh escapes him, he knows your parents would die for some grandkids. Why is he so different, why does he have to be so fucking different he wonders bitterly.

“I don’t care, I don’t fucking care about a piece of paper or screaming babies, I care about you and I want you and I’m fucking happy with you stop sabotaging it” You press your hands to his hard plastron and scowl. “Stop lying to me then! Don’t pity lie at me when I know you want all that shit” He frowns, eyes watery and not caring if he wakes everybody up in the Lair.

Mikey’s ready for the rant of a life time but then you have to go and kiss him.

Kiss him hard, kiss him with rage bubbling on the skin of your lips. He can taste your words, taste every way you would’ve shut down his words with basic truth and facts. You pull away, forehead still pressed to his and you mutter against his lips. “You’re so fucking insufferable, shut up and listen to me” Your eyes are watery as is, hands at his neck to keep him at eye level.

“I love you, I love you so fucking much” You take a shuttering inhale, fingers skimming up towards his cheeks. Mikey can only watch you, take in every detail he’s been obsessed with for so long. You’re so beautiful to him, even when your angry crying, yelling at him to open his eyes. You’re warm and real in front of him, against his body. You watch his eyes go from that calm before the storm into the aftermath.

He’s so real to you, so lovely and he doesn’t seem to understand it.

There’s a pause. A mere ten second reprieve where only silence and breathing remain. Mikey feels your hands slowly slide down his body, nails scratching his sides. You keep your eyes on him, a hand slides into his shorts, index finger mapping out the slit that encompasses his most intimate part. Mikey shudders, sensitivity racking his body at your touch. He walks you up against a wall, a hand on your neck and another finding it’s way into your own pants.

He teases you, just as you tease him. Knees buckle when he pushes your lips apart and feels your moistening folds. There’s already a bump where your touching him and the way he’s tensing gives way to how he’s trying to hold himself in. “Come on, come on” You weren’t aware just how hard you’ve been breathing till you speak. Mikey’s mouths falls open, eyes closing as he drops down into your warm awaiting hand. You stroke him, teasing the flesh of his head just to make him buck and recapture your lips. His own finger finds its way in you, stretching and making your breath hitch.

The only reason you both pull away is to tear at one another’s clothes, an easy accomplishment when Mikey’s got just his shorts. He isn’t soft with your clothing either, yanking and nearly tearing, his on his knees pulling off your underwear. Your scent hits him and he’s gone, trapped in all that is you. He inhales sharply as he gets back on his feet, arms hooking under your thighs as he picks you up.

You both land on the bed, a huff escaping you and a grunt when Mikey feels you push him so you can straddle him. You don’t quite finesse this, it’s not your usual seductive ways that leave him a mess. It’s rough, there’s still frustration lingering in the air and Mikey’s okay with it because he knows he might go to rough if he runs the show.

So you do.

Sinking down on his hard cock with a long guttural moan. Mikey digs his fingers onto the plush skin of your bottom, just enough to make you sit on his cock and relish it. Eyes closed he just basks, the tightness, the wetness, the warmth. His eyes flutter open when he feels your palms on his plastron, firm and with purpose. His hands know already, they go up and rest on your waist and he swallows a churr when your hips begin to move fast and hard.

That rhythmic slapping of flesh, your rear hitting his lap on each thrust down. Mikey can’t stop churring, eyes on your own or slipping down to your beautiful breasts bouncing. You notice and lean forward, he buries his face between him, arm going around your waist as he lifts his hips to help you cross that line. The sweat of your skin is on the top of his tongue as he sucks a bruise onto your breast, you’re tightening up so much, cussing and begging for him.

You both can’t stop moaning, once you’re cummin and Mikey follows closely behind. He holds you close to him as you ride out the sensations, tightly secured against his strong body, held and loved. You’re a broken record of ‘I love you’s and so is he, filling you up and up.

Collapsed on top of him, chest heaving, you still feel the strength in his arms as he hugs you to him. You bury your face on his neck, body shaking with sobs as he whispers he’s sorry over and over as he kisses your shoulder, neck and head.

You say it too, against his skin.

Where you wish you could stay everyday.

[letarasstuff]

No matter what

(A/N): This is requested by @kaylareid. I definitely didn’t project in this, me as someone who has to come out to her conservative parents.

Summary: How will Spencer react to his daughter being bisexual?

Warnings: A bit of angst, one swear word, overthinking

Wordcount: 0.8k

✨Masterlist✨

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“Emily, I need your help.” Emily knows that this has to be a serious topic you can’t discuss with your father. She is ready for anything: Hiding a body, punching a student for you, acting as your mother. Name it and she is going to do it. But (Y/N)’s issue is something she isn’t prepared for:

“How do I come out to my Dad as bi?” Emily freezes, looking at you with a surprised expression.

But you don’t have the mind to wonder about that. You thought about this for several months already, not coming to any decision. It’s not that you don’t know how to do it, you are just afraid of being rejected.

“Whoa, that was direct. Sit down and tell your awesome Aunt what’s going on in your pretty head.” With a sigh you take a seat in front of her. Your eyes are trained on your hands in your lap.

“I know that I have also liked girls since I’m 13. But I never had the desire to come out, because it wasn’t necessary to tell anyone. Now there’s this girl in my class I really like and we are pretty close to dating I think, you know? And I don’t want to make my move before I know Dad is cool with it. I want his support. You are a walking Bi-Con, so please I need your advice”, the teenager practically begs the agent.

Emily has to smile. She is a little bit reminded of herself when she was her age. Being afraid of the unknown, about the reaction that can change lives to the good but also to the bad.

“Ok, here is my advice: Just do it. Don’t hesitate. Your father will love you, no matter what. Hell, you could be a serial killer and he still would love you. Spencer doesn’t care about who you love, he wants to see you happy. Because when you are happy, he is happy too. Don’t overthink it.”

That becomes (Y/N)’s mantra. Don't overthink it.

Don't overthink it.

Don't overthink it.

Ok, she is overthinking it.

Her talk with Prentiss happened several weeks ago. Yet she has to tell her father about her sexuality.

Finally, the teenager decides how to do it. She goes for the Spencer-Way.

“Sweetheart, what is wrong? Why are you picking at your dinner like it hurt your feelings?” Her father asks after he watched her for ten minutes in silence.

The girl takes a deep breath, murmuring “Here goes nothing.”

“Did you know that homosexuality is documented in over 450 specimen?” Dumbfounded Spencer nods. “Why, yes? Yet humans are the only one that acts homophobic.”

Now his daughter is the one to look confused at him. “Uh yes?” “So, what was your intention with a fact that I clearly know? You were acting weird for a certain amount of time now, (Y/N). You know you can talk to me about anything, may it be a topic for girls or not. Don’t feel pressured bu-”

“I’m bisexual”, she blurts out, cutting Spencer off.

“So? I have known it since Kindergarten.” Nonchalantly the father puts some beans on his fork. “What? What do you mean? Since Kindergarten? That can’t be Dad, I only know it for three years myself! You can’t have it figured out before me?”

“Baby, you came home telling me you want to marry your best friends Micheal and Lisa because you love both of them. I just wanted to wait until you come around. So, why are you telling me now? Is there someone I should know about?” While saying that, he wiggles with his eyebrows.

“Dad! I will never tell you anything.” Both of them know it’s a complete lie.

The next day (Y/N) curiously opens the door to her apartment. Spencer sent her a text, telling her he has a surprise.

“Dad? I’m home!” She calls out. “Living room!” There she is greeted with her father, who has an excited expression on his face and a wrapped gift in his hands. “Here, this is for you. Open it!” He urges her.

“No way, are you serious?” (Y/N) exclaims as she sees what’s inside. But Spencer only points at his legs. He wears a rainbow sock and the other one has the colors of the bi flag, the same socks laying in his daughter’s hands.

“I want you to know that I will always support you, no matter what. I love you”

With teary eyes she responds: “I love you too, Dad. Can we twin now with matching mismatched socks?��