#wavy toothed leaves

[viennakarma]

Alonso Shenanigans

Fernando Alonso x Reader

Summary: Mamá has business to attend, and Fernando is left to watch his son and get a hold of his whereabouts.

Word count: 1.8k

Tags: female reader, established relationship, tooth rotting fluff, dad!Nando, silly little slice of life, not beta read

Relationship: Fernando Alonso x Reader

Note: Another bite sized fluffy Nando fic, because I think about that one thing he said about finding happiness in becoming a father at least four times a week. Comments and feedback are appreciated xx

“Are you sure, love?” You asked again, nervous, watching as Fernando carried Alejandro attached to his hip.

“Yes, I’m sure, will you be back later today?” Fernando asked, as Ale played with his father’s hair, mumbling a little lullabye.

“Yes, in around three hours,” you said, kissing the top of Ale’s head, then pecking Fernando’s lips, “I’m really sorry, this meeting came out of nowhere, I promise I’ll make it up to you when-”

“Amor, it’s ok,” Fernando interrupted, “Go, we’ll behave and wait for you.”

It was just media day, but unfortunately a last minute meeting at your company needed to happen, and you’d have to leave your husband and kid alone in the paddock so you could go back to the hotel to attend the meeting online.

“Love you two to the moon and back!” You said, scurrying off.

“Mamá!” Alejandro asked, suddenly noticing his mother’s absence, and getting fussy.

“Mamá had to work, we’re going to have a lot of fun together today!” Fernando said, putting him on the floor, and holding his hand.

He took Alejandro all around, when he went to talk with the mechanics about the last update to his car, when he went to take a few pictures, recording a few marketing stuff, here and there. Everyone knew Alejandro as “Little Alonso”, his tiny feet padding around, his head full of disheveled brown wavy hair, and eyes that were pretty much the same as his father. He was always around, pointing at his dad’s car, muttering gibberish half in spanish and half in english, he also liked walking to the engineers pulling on their shirts to get their attention so he could ask for a headphone.

At the age of four and a half, Alejandro was a known face around the paddocks, always asking questions and waiting to know about everyone’s business.

“Papá, I’m hungry!” Alejandro patted his own belly, which made his dad chuckle.

“Ok, we’re getting food, campeoncito,” Fernando muttered, leading his son to his room. Inside, he rummaged through all his bags, searching for his snacks and juice bottle.

He ended up sitting beside Alejandro in the cafeteria, the little boy munching in a pot of cut fruits, a bag of chips, and a mango juice. Alejandro talked about everything, asking about the people and the colors, and why everything was where it was.

Eventually, Fernando had a meeting, so he set a little playing mat to Alejandro on the floor of the meeting room, where he put his son’s toys, paper and crayons. 

“Papá, yo quiero inside your car!” Ale asked, as Fernando placed him on the little mat.

“I’ll take you to sit in my car as soon as we finish here, yes? Just sit tight and I’ll be really fast. Do you want to play with your toys, or paint a little? Come on,” Fernando took a crayon and started drawing, looking over his shoulder to see his engineers and strategists getting inside, sitting down, opening their laptops and notes. Nobody batted an eye to Fernando kneeling on the floor, convincing his kid to sit quietly. Everyone was used to the Alonsos’ shenanigans.

Finally, after making sure Alejandro was still on the mat, under his sight, Fernando went on and started the meeting.

It took something between 20 and 30 minutes until it was over, and when Fernando went to pick Alejandro, he noticed his little boy wasn’t there anymore, and the door was slightly ajar. Muttering every curse word he could think of, he bolted outside. Alejandro had become a little menace in escaping rooms now that he was tall enough to tiptoe and reach a door handle.

“Have you seen Alejandro?” He stopped a couple of the staff in the hall to ask. They just shook their heads. He went to the garage, and stopped the whole team of mechanics, his heart beating faster than it did when racing, “Have you guys seen Alejandro?”

“He walked past with Lance a few minutes ago,” Someone said, pointing outside. Fernando breathed again, ok, at least he wasn’t alone, roaming around and in danger.

Striding forward, Fernando kept looking for his teammate and his son, and eventually ended up in Ferrari. He walked inside to ask Carlos if he had seen the little boy, but he stopped short when he noticed a tiny hand print made with what looked like grease on the livery of the 55 Ferrari, and the letters “ALE” written sloppily with the very same black grease.

“Oh, mierda,” he whispered. Carlos noticed him, walking up to Fernando with a smile.

“Ale was just here with Lance, we talked for a couple of seconds, and when we looked, he had his hand printed on the car,” Carlos explained, as Fernando winced.

“Lo siento, Carlos. Do you know where they might have gone?” He asked.

“Well, Lance said he was going to wash Ale’s hands. So, back to Aston Martin, maybe?” Carlos shrugged.

Fernando went back to his garage, looking for Lance and Alejandro. Finally, he found Lance using a cloth to dry his hands. He smiled and waved at Fernando, who quickly went up to him.

“Is Alejandro with you?” Fernando asked.

“Oh, he saw George walking by, ran up to him and they both bolted together. I have no idea where they went. Sorry.” Lance muttered.

Fernando walked out again, going to the Mercedes motorhome to find his son once again. Honestly, everyone loved Alejandro way more than they loved Fernando, he was pretty sure, and the little boy was frankly a menace all around. If he found someone like George to match his energy, they would go around causing trouble to everyone.

At the Mercedes motorhome, he found Lewis staring curiously at a bowl of fruits.

“Hey, have you seen Alejandro? Lance said he and Geor-” Fernando stopped himself when he got closer to the table where the bowl of fruits sat.

“Well, for sure they’ve been here,” Lewis muttered, holding an apple, showing how the fruit had one single bite taken off. One little bite which Fernando knew very well who that dental arch belonged to. There was a bite on the apple, the banana, the pear, the peach and every single fruit there.

“¡Ay, dios mio! I’m sorry about this!” Fernando whispered, “I need to find them before him and George set the whole paddock on fire.”

Fernando walked out, knowing that George was probably going to look for Alex or Lando, who would probably support their little mischief around. He found Williams garage first, where he found a laughing Logan Sargeant picking up what looked like hundreds of little pieces of lego. And Fernando knew his kid, and knew he loved throwing things to the floor to make a mess.

“That’s Alejandro’s doing, right?” Fernando asked, wide eyed. Logan nodded and explained how the little boy had been there with George to taunt Alex after throwing his lego piece to the floor and scattering all the tiny pieces. Fernando helped Logan pick up the pieces from the floor.

“The three of them left, saying they had to prank Lando too,” Logan told Fernando, when they finished.

Fernando ran off, walking to McLaren, where he found Lando washing off his hair which was tangled in pink play dough, and George was trying to help him. Standing a little far behind, Alex had Alejandro sitting on his shoulders, the two of them giggling with Oscar.

“Alejandro didn’t do that, did he?” Fernando asked, worried and getting angry.

“No, no!” George was quick, “that was an accident on my part!”

“Yeah, little Alonso is innocent on this!” Lando added. Fernando squinted, not sure if he fully believed that, since Fernando himself had gone through something similar with Alejandro and his play dough.

“Look, any kind of oil will remove that from your hair,” Fernando patted his back, walking to his kid.

Alex gave him Alejandro, who Fernando decided was best to keep attached to him, not letting the little boy out of his sight again.

��Green! Verde, verde!” Alejandro was exclaiming to Alex.

“What is going on, pollito?” Fernando asked.

“He asked me to paint my hair green next time,” Alex explained, showing his blonde hair.

“And you agreed?” Fernando frowned.

“Yeah, whatever little Alonso wants, little Alonso gets,” Alex shrudded, laughing and pinching Alejandro chubby cheeks.

“You guys spoil him too much!” Fernando shook his head, waving goodbye and taking Alejandro back to his garage, “now I understand why mamá wants to buy a little backpack leash for you, little troublemaker.”

Alejandro held his face, looking into his eyes, then hugging him tight, which made Fernando’s annoyance from having to chase his son around completely dissolve, and he melted, hugging his boy. He could never get angry with his cute little man, especially when he reminded him so much of his younger self.

“Papá? Where’s Mamá?” Alejandro asked, looking around.

“Mamá is coming back soon, pollito,” he whispered, kissing his son’s cheek, “I’m missing her too.”

Fernando didn’t lose sight of Alejandro anymore, and when he had to leave for the press conference with other drivers, he left his PR manager to watch Alejandro while you had not come back. He was sitting on the sofa, answering questions but he still could watch Alejandro in a little chair on the opposite side of the room, beside the manager.

At some point, he noticed Alejandro getting fussy and pouty from staying in the same place alone for too long and looking fairly sleepy, Fernando could tell from one look.

“Alejandro,” Fernando called into the mic, the little boy looked around, hearing his dad’s voice, finally, he set his eyes on Fernando and jumped from the chair, “vente aquí.”

The boy took off, running towards his dad, eliciting a little “aw” from the journalists, and a lot of cameras following him until he got to his father, sitting on his lap, nuzzling into Fernando’s chest.

Fernando kept answering questions, and in a couple off minutes, Alejandro was fully asleep. Everyone started talking a little lower, as to not disturb the little one who was sleeping so calmly on his dad’s chest.

When the press conference was over, Fernando carried Alejandro inside his room, keeping his son on his lap, while he went through some data.

Finally when you came back, you found Alejandro on Fernando’s chest, his dad holding him tight while both of them took a little nap, looking so much like each other that it warmed your heart. You kissed both of their heads, running your fingers through Fernando’s hair to wake him up.

“Let’s go back to the hotel, so my pretty boys can eat and rest properly, yes?” You said, kissing Fernando softly, his eyes shining with so much adoration that he didn’t need to say the words, you could see the I love you. “Did you two behave?”

“Like angels!” Fernando winked, which told you that they probably had some Alonso Shenanigans today.

[esmedelacroix]

Coffee Shop Love: Sweet Tooth

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader

summary: It's Christmas Eve and Miguel has a different kind of Christmas gift in mind...

contents: no use of y/n, not proofread, kinky, food play, oral f!receiving, cum play, cum eating, fingering f!receiving, sweet fluffy aftercare

author's note: Hey lovies, this is a Sequel to the series I just finished recently, Coffee Shop Love, wanted to try something new and write something kinky and whorenee, I'll get better at smut with time but hope you like...

word count: 1.6k

Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt. 5, Pt.6, Pt.7, Sequel: Sweet Tooth

You heard your house door open and close followed by the clatter of Miguel's car keys hitting the ceramic bowl at the entrance of your apartment. "I got your whipped cream you little psycho," he joked as he placed the grocery bag on your kitchen table.

"Thank you, hon'," you whispered sweetly as you got on your tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Just an hour earlier you were on the verge of tears because you had no whipped cream and the gingerbread house you were making and, "everything would be completely ruined," You had told Miguel that it wasn't Christmas Eve if you didn't have a meltdown anyway.

You and Miguel had been together for weeks now. All you could say about being with Miguel was that it was like being happy every day. There was not a single day where you had nothing to look forward to because you knew he'd either come to the shop or sleep over if you begged him enough. And the sex? Well, it was mind-blowing. You thought Miguel would be more of a vanilla guy in bed but you were poorly mistaken.

You now know to never judge someone's sex life by their age. Sex with Miguel had you wondering if you had ever truly orgasmed before. When you did it with him it felt different from any other time. When he made you orgasm it felt like you were in a whole new universe on top of the world. He was anything but vanilla and he took note of things you liked.

"You like that?" he grunted in your ear after he had spanked your bare ass as you bounced on him. You nodded your head frantically, begging him to do it again.

As the night went by you both decided to get in bed a little early to give Santa some time to drop your gifts off. You got into your bed and waited for Miguel to come back from the kitchen. He soon walked into the room hiding something behind his back. You sat up trying to get a better look at what he was up to. "What's behind your back, Miguel? Are you going to hit me with another pillow, cause if so I'm so prepared this time," you started before Miguel put a finger to your lips.

"You must be a witch of some sort," Miguel whispered. Your face contorted in confusion.

"I can't seem to stop craving sweets because of you, I think I may like them more than you do," he muttered, bringing his mouth closer to your ears. His warm breath tickled the sensitive part behind your ear.

"So what are you gonna do about those cravings?" you whispered in a low tone. You finally understood what Miiuel was getting at when you caught a glimpse of the gingerbread whipped cream he held in his hand.

Miguel put some whipped cream in his mouth and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was wet and messy, as your tongues swirled, you could taste the sweet cream.

His warm hands wandered under your shirt groping your tits, his calloused fingers circling one of your hard nipples. You moaned into the kiss, pulling at his wavy locks. With a swift motion, he takes off your shirt. To his pleasant surprise, you were wearing absolutely nothing underneath.

"Lay down baby,"

You lay yourself down on the bed, parting your legs a bit leaving your naked body on display for him to feast on with his eyes. Miguel licked his lip at the alluring sight before putting some whipped cream on the tips of your boobs.

With a grin, he slowly licked the whipped cream off of your tits causing you to shudder and giggle at the sudden feeling of his tongue on your skin. As his tongue swirled around your nipples you could feel your aching cunt throb. You began to rub your thighs together unconsciously to give yourself some friction.

He brought his lips back to yours, and you could still taste the sweet whipped cream on his tongue as he kissed with more passion than he ever had. He hadn't even touched you yet but you were already in haze.

He put some whipped cream in a trail from your sternum to the bottom of your abdomen. He placed himself between your legs and licked and slurped down stopping at your sopping wet cunt. He took a moment to savor the flavor. Your hand gripped the sheet tightly in anticipation of his next move. You whimpered and whined for him to continue. "Please Miguel—need you—p-please touch me," you whined as you grabbed him by his curly hair and practically shoved his face into your cunt.

"So needy baby," Miguel moaned into your pussy as he began his assault on your clit. The sensation of his moans vibrating from your cunt right to the tension building up in your stomach.

You clamped your eyes shut as you felt tears threaten to spill as you finally got some relief. You moaned loudly as he sucked on your sensitive bud. You felt his hot wet tongue lick up and down your slit, before he plunged it into your tight aching hole. Refocusing his attention on your clit, he plunged one of his thick digits into your cunt. Your moans only became higher-pitched and louder as he fed another finger into your cunt. "You like that baby?" he asked as he moved his fingers in and out of cunt at an ungodly pace. His tongue collected all the sweet slick dripping out of you. He humped the bed desperately at the same pace looking for any type of release.

You nodded your head frantically in response to his inquiry and gripped his hair even harder. "Miguel s'close," you whined as you babbled nonsense feeling the tension in your stomach explode like a thousand fireworks on the 4th of July, you moaned his name loudly as your thighs shook rapidly as you squirted all over his face.

When Miguel lifted his head from your cunt after cleaning all the juices of your thighs. Miguel was completely pussy drunk and drenched in your slick. "God that was so hot baby," he sighed as he gave you a quick kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue as well as the faint taste of whipped cream. As Miguel lay against the headboard you settled between his legs hoping to return the favor but when she pulled his boxers down, all she saw was his sticky cum coating the inside of his underwear and his thigh. "You came in your pants?" you asked with your eyebrow quirked up at him.

"Stop teasin'," he says as his cheeks heated up and the pink crept at the side of his cheekbones. How did I cum in my pants like a little teenage horndog? He asks himself.

"It's okay hon', I'll clean you up," you said slowly looking straight into his eyes as you licked him clean and savored the salty taste of his seed.

You straddle Miguel sitting in his lap, and you crash your lips onto his. He holds you by the hips and gropes your ass as you kissed. Your tongues engage in a heated dance as he lifts you and walks over to the bathroom. You had your legs wrapped around his waist and fingers raked through his soft wet hair. He sits you down on the toilet seat and starts the shower.

The steam enveloped the bathroom as the scent of your Vanilla body wash floated through the bathroom. You got in the shower with Miguel. He helped you wash your hair and wrapped it up in a towel. He treated you like you were as fragile as authentic China. You helped him wash his hair as well. He wrapped his arms around you from behind before helping you get your back. You both got out afterward and lotioned up before slipping into your pajamas. You both opted for the matching holiday set you bought at the store.

Miguel had even gone so far as to put your hair oil in, detangle, and put it into two French braids before you went to sleep. "I had no idea you could do hair so well," you exclaimed, very happy with the outcome smiling at him through the mirror.

"Well you remember my late daughter I told you about, I used to braid her hair for her before bed and for her soccer games," he explained, smiling at the memories that resurfaced.

"I would love to meet her Miguel," you murmured as you took his hand and placed a kiss into it.

"She would've loved you even more," he reassured as he urged you to get comfy in bed while he made her a cup of tea.

He walked into the bedroom with a nice hot mug of Earl Grey tea. You could smell it when he brought it over to you. You had over 50 different teas in your house but he still knew exactly which one to bring you. "Thank you hon', you know me so well you even put some honey in here!" you praised.

"I've never met a coffee shop owner that hates coffee but it's fine because I make the best tea," he teases.

You roll your eyes playfully as Miguel rubs his hand along your thigh listening to you babble on about whatever drama was happening in the shop while occasionally kissing your hand.

When you were all done you slowly felt yourself fall asleep in his warm embrace. It was the merriest of Christmas nights you had ever had.

author's note: Thanks so much for reading this series! I had so much fun writing and I am so thankful for your support. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you have any requests, they are always open, let me in on your ideas, or critics. Thanks again xoxo

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[traveler-at-heart]

The Tooth Fairy

Summary: Your daughter gets a generous visit.

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: Sorry for the weird format, I’m on my phone. Also, fun game, drink everytime you find the word fairy in this fic 🧚

“Mom!”

Your daughhter’s scream puts you immediately on edge.

Her voice is quivering, as if she’s not sure she should be crying over what’s happening.

“What is it, sweetie?” you kneel next to her on the playground, mentally counting all her fingers and checking for injuries. You have to stay calm for her sake.

“My tooth fell off” Anya says, showing it to you. “Does this mean that I can’t eat chocolate anymore?”

“No, sweetheart, it’s fine” you pick her up and carry her to the park bench. “These are called baby teeth. They’ll fall off and then you’ll get your new ones. And those are for good.”

“Promise?”

“Well, yes. Unless you eat too much chocolate. Then you’ll get cavities”

Anya keeps looking at the tooth in her hand and then offers it to you. Closing one eye, you examine it as if it were a diamond.

“The tooth fairy is gonna be real happy with this one”

“There’s a fairy?” Anya perks up and you smile.

“Oh, yes. You have to leave it under your pillow with a small note and then they’ll pick it up. Leave you a dollar or two if they think it’s a good tooth”

“I wanna write the note, can we go home now?”

“Yes, sweetie” you carry her, relieved now that Anya seems happier.

—-

It’s not an easy task, but you persuade Anya to wait for her other mom to write the note. You’re sure Natasha wouldn’t wanna miss it.

After all, this is the same woman that almost cried when she was away on a mission and your daughter sneezed for the first time.

“I’m home” you hear the door open and close. Anya smiles, eager to tell her mom about the highlight of the day.

“Mama” she jumps to her arms, wavy red hair flying as Natasha catches her.

“Someone is very happy to see me”

“I’m happy to see you too” you say, leaning forward and giving her a quick kiss.

“Then why aren’t you jumping into my arms?”

“Mama, I’m going to meet the tooth fairy!” Anya interrupts you, pulling her tooth from the pocket of her pants.

“Your first tooth? And I missed it?”

Damn it, she’s gonna cry again. You can’t have that.

“Baby, you didn’t miss it. Anya still has to write a letter. She’s been waiting for you”

“Yeah, come on” Anya bounces on her arms, encouraging Natasha to go to the living room.

“I’ll work on dinner while you two do that, ok?” you kiss Natasha’s cheek and let her enjoy the time with Anya.

From your spot on the kitchen, you can hear Anya asking all sorts of questions about the fairy lore.

She’s a smart kid, so all Natasha does is hand her the crayons she requests. Anya falls silent, and then begins to write the letter.

“All done?” your wife says and Anya covers the sheet of paper with her tiny hands.

“This is a secret letter”

Natasha looks at you, both struggling to hold your smiles.

“Dinner’s ready” you announce, serving pasta.

Anya giggles when the spaguetti goes through the whole her tooth left.

“Baby, don’t play with your food like that” you scold. Then you turn to Natasha for support, only to find her creating a spaguetti mustache that leaves her face full of sauce. “Honestly, Natalia”

“Mama is in trouble” Anya laughs.

“She’s doing the dishes, that’s for sure” you agree.

After dinner, Natasha prepares a bath for Anya while you clean the kitchen. You both know you’re too obsessive to leave the cleaning to anyone else.

You go to the study to write a small thank you note for Anya from the tooth fairy. You even add some glitter for extra flare.

Tucking it in the back of your pocket, you walk into your daughter’s room to wish her goodnight.

“Is it under your pillow?” you check and she nods, yawning.

“I wanna wait for them”

“Oh, the fairy only shows up when you’re asleep, darling. Like Santa”

“Are they friends?” Anya says, quickly falling asleep.

“Yeah, you could say they’re practically the same person” Natasha whispers and you nudge her with your elbow. Anya is already asleep, so it doesn’t really matter if she heard that last part.

Quietly, you take the letter from under her bed and place yours instead.

“Why are your hands all shiny?” Natasha asks as you’re getting ready for bed.

“Welll, I am a fairy, baby. Haven’t you heard?” you tap the tip of her nose, leaving some glitter on it.

“I’m happy I was here for this” Natasha says against your shoulder as you cuddle.

“Me too” you say, your eyelids heavy. “Oh, crap. I forgot to leave the money under Anya’s pillow”

“That’s ok, I’ll do it”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. You’re the stealthy spy here” you smile when Natasha kisses your neck and leaves the bed. You’re so tired you fall asleep before she comes back.

—

The smell of coffee wakes you up.

Coffee and pancakes. Stretching, you get out of bed, feeling relaxed and happy.

“Hey, baby” you greet your wife, admiring her toned arm muscles accentuated by the white tank top.

“Morning, detka” she smiles, adding more pancakes to the plate next to the stove. “Breakfast is ready”

“I’m hungry for other things” you lift the edge of her tank top, scratching Natasha’s abs with your nails. She follows your lead, tilting her head and parting her lips to let your tongue explore her mouth.

“Mom, mama!” Anya says, running out of her room. You sigh against Natasha’s lips and step away. “They were here! I woke up and there was a letter with some glitter”

“That’s awesome, sweetie” you smile, pouring yourself a cup of coffee. You turn to your daughter as you take a sip.

“And look! She left me this!”

Anya waves a hundred dollar bill in front of you, making you choke on your coffee.

“Wow, that fairy won the lottery since the last time I saw her” you catch your breath.

“Is this enough to buy a pony?”

“No, darling. Go set the table, I’ll bring you some juice and pancakes, ok?”

“Can I watch tv while having breakfast?”

“Fine” Natasha answers and you wait for your daughter to be out of earshot to talk to her. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Uh, baby, did you leave all that money for Anya?”

“Yes, I didn’t know how much to put and you were asleep”

“Ok, for future reference, five bucks is more than fine” you smile, placing your hands on her shoulders.

“I’m sorry” she looks defeated and you try to cheer her up.

“Don’t be, it’s fine. We’ll use the savings we have for the rest of the teeh and then send her to community college”

“Stop!” Natasha rolls her eyes.

“Come on, it’s ok” you kiss her softly. “We’ll tell her that the fairy had to pay her mortgage and is broke. I’ll even add less glitter on the next letter”

“You’re taking this glitter thing too seriously”

“Well, we have to rely on Alexei to play Santa. At least I get to have some fun with this”

—

Later that day, as your friends get together for a barbecue, Anya shows everyone the place where her tooth once was; luckily, she left the money at home.

That doesn’t stop Billy and Tommy from finding out. Pretty soon, they’re asking their mom about the tooth fairy and if there’s a special deal for twins.

“They left 100 dollars for Anya” Billy shouts and everyone falls silent.

“Oh, wow. Maybe the fairy can visit me as well” Sam smiles. You kick him under the table.

Unfortunately for Natasha, you have to explain everything when Wanda convinces the twins to go back to play.

“Don’t sweat it, Red. Everything’s so expensive nowadays, it’s only fair Anya starts saving now”

“Oh, you’re one to talk” Pepper points at Tony. “He left a blank check under Morgan’s pillow the first time she lost a tooth”

Everyone laughs at that, Tony adjusting in his seat.

“Would you like to adopt me?” Sam asks after a minute.

—

“I got the door” you whisper. Natasha is carrying Anya to her room. It was a fun afternoon of playing with friends and then doing the math on how many plushies she could get with all that money.

She’s fast asleep, and you wait by the door as Natasha tucks her in.

“You ok?” you want to double check, knowing she can be insecure about motherhood.

“I just wish I knew everything”

“Well, so do I. I wish I knew how to stay calm. Remember last week when she hurt her hand with the stove? I thought I was going to throw up and you handled it while I panicked”

“It’s nothing”

“It’s a lot, Tasha. We love you. And we need you” you kiss her softly and she smiles against your lips.

“Wanna read the letter?” you offer once you’re settled in bed. Your wife nods and you take it out of your nighstand. “Dear Miss Fairy - very formal. This is my tooth, it felll off while I was playing. Mom told me you take them and leave some money. My Mama helped me draw this. I love my moms and I want to buy them ice cream and chocolate with the money you give me. Hugs, Anya Romanoff”

“She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You both are” Natasha says as you cuddle, kissing her neck.

“We love you”

“So, what do we do next time?”

“We tell her the fairy is getting heer a car at 16 and hopefully she’ll forget about it by then” you smile, confident.

Of course, she doesn’t.

[gh0st-t0wn3]

Some Lmk ss edits + Headcanons (Traffic light trio)

- He/They

- Gay

- Only wears knock off brands (doesn't know they aren't real)

- Autumn is his favorite season, purely because he likes to stomp the crunchy leaves

- Adhd

- Has dimples

- Pigsy once got him rainbow shoes for pride month before he was even out but MK didn't realize they were pride shoes because the rainbow was on the sole

- Tried to cook breakfast for Pigsy and Tang on Father's day once, somehow lit the curtains on fire

- Wants Tattoos but keeps backing down because he doesn't like needles (will probably get one in the future though)

- Has a sketchbook fully dedicated to Redson, would literally die if someone ever found it

- Smells like oranges

- Only a few inches taller than Redson, always teases him for it

- Almost killed Sun Wukong once because he was disguised as a spider

- The Monkey's on flower fruit mountain always climb on him when he's around, he doesn't try to stop them

- Had to remove the snooze option on his alarm clock because he wouldn't stop hitting it

- Chicken scratch handwriting, no one else can read it for the life of them

- Learned Spanish in high school, don't ask why it just feels right

- Covered in scars, but 83% of them are from being a dumb kid instead of battles

- Once described Redson's voice as "really warm, like a hug!" And almost got burnt for it

- Love language is physical touch

- Has those really pretty brown eyes, like the ones that look like honey when the light hits them at that one perfect angle

- Has no fashion sense whatsoever, Mei chose out most of the clothes he owns

- Phone is shattered beyond repair but he refuses to acknowledge that he needs to get a new one

- Obsessively takes personality/buzzfeed tests in the dead of night, once pulled an all nighter just taking "which drink are you?", "what kind of seafood are you?" "What type of candy are you?" Type of buzz feed quizzes, and physically couldn't do deliveries because he was so exhausted the next morning

- Has a bunch of plants but is terrible at taking care of them

- Has a chipped tooth (actually Canon, it's on his lego figurine, I'm still sad they didn't add it to the show :( )

- Once walked in on Tang and Pigsy kissing as a kid and was promptly traumatized

- Has no skin or hair care routine, uses a 3 in 1 Shampoo/conditioner/bodywash

- Has really nice curly/wavy hair but straightens it and uses an unholy amount of hair gel

- Has a wattpad account

- Sleeps in literally the most horrific positions you have ever seen, yet somehow never get cramps or neck/back pains

- Once drank dishwasher soap as a kid because he thought it was juice

- Gets sunburnt incredibly easy (if you've seen the s4 special ykwim)

- Mk once accidently threw a plastic bottle in the trash instead of the recycling bin and got lectured for an hour by Pigsy (Pigsy is a huge environmentalist)

- His bedroom is messy as all hell but he somehow knows where everything is (Pigsy and Tang have tried cleaning it themselves but it was back to being a mess just a few short hours later so they gave up)

- He/Him (FtM)

- Gay

- Shortest one in the trio (just barely though). I like to think that the removal of the samadhi fire stunted his growth and demonic development, which is also why he takes so little after his father in appearance/height. He always wears platforms though, so he looks taller than he is

- He was so quiet and sneaky as a child that his mom had to put a bell on him

- Used to wear large combat boots until someone made a "step on me" joke. He doesn't wear them in public anymore

- Smells like smoke and cinnamon, Mei once described it as a 'campfire' smell

- Has really heavy blackout curtains in his bedroom

- Hair turns black when wet or when he's burnt out

- Always has a soft glow to his body because of his fire, mouth glows faintly, hair glows faintly, the more emotional he is the stronger the glow (MK and Mei are incredibly jealous)

- Tension headaches because we all know that mf has his hair tied up in the tightest goddamn ponytail ever

- Has the samadhi fire back (I'm delusional just let me have this)

- Has a habit of stealing his friends and families clothes to wear, first started when he was really little and would constantly steal whatever clothes of DBK's he could find around the house to help him feel like his dad was still there, and the habit just stuck with him

- Doctor handwriting

- Autistic

- Identifies as male but still likes to wear skirts and dresses sometimes (he just like me fr). Likes floor length skirts the best

- Actually really good at art, mostly draws blueprints for his inventions, but can draw people and landscapes pretty decently too

- Has a childhood Bull plushie that he still sleeps with, hides it under the bed or in the closet whenever MK and Mei come over

- has a scar on his back resembling the rings of samadhi from the removal ritual, Mei once confused it for a tattoo

- Mei once called him "Zesty" and he still doesn't know what it means, she refuses to tell him

- Was homeschooled by PIF

- Has a beauty mark like his mom's

- Has the most angelic, majestic, heartlifting laugh ever, but never actually laughs (unless it's his "evil" laugh, trust me guys)

- Goes to bed at 3am, wakes up at 11am type of person

- Needs glasses because the Samadhi fire fucked up his eyes (in Journey to the West, the samadhi fire is described as a flame that, when activated, "shoots out of every hole in his face" including, of course, his eyes)

- Remember when I said he was a quiet child? Yeah, he can't do that anymore, he literally has no idea how to be quiet now that he's older, the best he can do is whisper shout

- Hopeless romantic, but convinced that any and all feelings are unrequited

- Mei and Mk found his baby pictures once, he will never recover

- Long ass skin and hair care routine, will spend at least two or more hours on it every morning, but it's worth it, his hair and skin are always so soft

- Touch starved as fuck

- Love language is gift giving and positive affirmation (WILL cry if someone compliments him, doesn't matter who it is or what the context is, he once almost burst into tears when Sandy called him a good kid and gave him a pat on the back)

- Once he's focused on something he will stay focused for at least the next ten hours

- Loves strawberry flavored things but hates actual strawberries

- Listens to really underground music and has the biggest superiority complex because of it

- Has the biggest fucking bedroom you have ever seen, with one of those really large and extravagant, super comfortable canopy beds, wakes up like a Disney princess

- Usually self-preserving but will experiment on himself without hesitation if he thinks it'll help him with a breakthrough (has almost died on several occasions)

- She/Her

- Lesbian

- Has tons of piercings: nose, ears, bellybutton, etc (her parents don't know about the bellybutton piercing and she doesn't plan on letting them know anytime soon)

- "Hey, Red boy, cool tattoo!" "... thats a scar." (She still hasn't lived it down)

- Smells like freshly cut grass

- Tallest one in the group, idc what anyone says, I just have a feeling okay?

- Adores glitter makeup but can't stand the feeling of it on her skin

- Love language is quality time

- Has a love/hate relationship with her dragon features, she thinks they look cool and she's proud of her heritage, but if her scales get too dry, which happens very easily, they get really uncomfortable and itchy as all hell

- Had a phase in high school where she'd dye her hair everything except green

- Probably also has Adhd

- Avid tennis player

- Hates the feeling of jeans, but loves denim jackets (has a whole collection, plus one that she and MK have been patching together for years)

- Always smudges her mascara somehow, MK once thought she was crying

- Super rough and rowdy as a kid, like I'm talking pushing kids off swings and down the slide rowdy, tackling people in the sandbox or on the school field, girl was a menace to society

- Snorts when she laughs

- MK tried to scare her once as a joke and her first instinct was to deck him (apologized profusely... before laughing at him)

- Most reckless driver on the planet, it's a wonder how she hasn't gotten her license taken away yet

- Doesn't really consider herself close with her family, she loves them but MK, Tang, Pigsy, and Sandy are her FAMILY, y'know? Like Rosa in b99

- Was the first person to know MK has a crush on Redson, she found out when she walked in on him drawing them together, and she will never let him forget it

- Has a normal skin and hair care routine, and constantly tells Redson that he's insane for needing 2+ hours to complete his

- Is the only one with readable handwriting

- Once stayed up for an entire week to play a new video game that came out

- Will smack her head with a brush if her hair doesn't cooperate

- Bites people (gently, its how she shows affection. Unless she doesn't like you then she'll just naw on your arm until she draws blood)

- Lives on energy drinks, her favorite is Monster Pipeline punch

- Has really soft and really thick hair

- Used to chew on her hair in middle school

- Biggest sweet tooth ever, Redson is disgusted by her eating habits

- Goes on early morning jogs every day except weekends

- Sabrina Carpenter fan

- Refuses to watch any movies or shows based on video games she likes because they'll "never have the same charm or energy as the game", but will buy the video games that a show/movie is based on if she watches them before playing

- Will eat random plants all the time. Walking through the park? She'll lean down and pick a flower to chomp on

- The type of girl to carry around a goddamn gallon water bottle everywhere

- Has a thousand fairy lights in her room, it's a fire hazard

[river3000]

An overview of Rachel Elizabeth Dare’s hair, and her hairbrush (and why the hairbrush should be appreciated more)

I’ve seen lots of people saying that Rachel bringing a hairbrush is unrealistic, and people with WAVY hair (which is way different from curly hair) saying it's unrealistic too, so this post is telling them why they’re wrong. So I LOVE Rachel, not just because she looks like me (same pasty, easily sunburned skin, and plethora of freckles; her poor bank account, spending so much on sunscreen), but also because I relate to her so much! One reason I relate to her is that HER HAIR LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE MINE, HER OFFICIAL ART HAIR LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE MY HAIR, way too curly, way too frizzy, and easily tangled. So, for all the straight-haired people reading this (also I will be showing this to all my friends, all of whom have straight or wavy hair, except one of them has two waves down the back of her hair and is delusional because she thinks her hair is curly) this is my hair brushing routine and other things about my hair so you understand what I mean when I say that taking care of hair like that is HARD:

I take a shower and use curly hair-specific shampoo (which is expensive)

I also do a wash-out untangle thing to make it easier to brush

I use curly hair-specific conditioner, a detangling spray, and two hair mask things to make the brushing easier

I use either a WET brush or a detangling brush, but usually the WET brush

I keep a spray bottle on hand to keep it wet the whole time

It takes at least 30-45 minutes for me to brush my hair

I wash my hair out again to get the conditioner and hair masks out

I use a wide tooth comb after that because water makes it a little tangled

Sometimes after that, I use a leave-in conditioner, but not often

If I brushed it for a fancy event or something then I use my diffuser to dry it, if not I braid it and go to bed because I take night showers unless it's a fancy event or sometimes a weekend

I sleep in a silk bonnet and use only a silk pillowcase

I can only brush my hair wet

I can’t run my fingers through it a lot

I have to go to a haircut place that specializes in curly hair

I can't brush it in the morning or casually

I brush it every three days because I can’t get it wet lots because that's bad for it

To get the Frizz™ that’s on the top of my head every morning to calm down when I put it up I wet it with my sink water

The only hair ties I can use in my hair on a normal basis are scrunchies

I only wear my hair down the day after or after I brush my hair

I wear it up every day

My friends can't do my hair a lot of the time unless I instruct them or find a tutorial video of a style of curly hair like mine, and they call me controlling when I do that

My friends with wavy hair say that wavy hair is harder to take care of than curly hair and I hate it because they don’t know what they’re talking about

If I don’t brush my hair it all becomes one giant matt on the back of my head and if that goes on too long it becomes painful and I get a scalp rash

Buying products is an expensive necessity

One I hadn’t brushed my hair for a week and when I took it down to redo my bun my friend looked at me in Horror™

Only one of my friends actually puts in the work to do my hair and helps me with it because she enjoys styling it and understands it’s hard to take care of after helping me brush it a few times, surprise surprise she’s my best friend

No hair clips, they get stuck in my hair

Once I was brushing it and my hairbrush just broke in half

I have an undercut that you can’t see with my hair down, just to make it easier to deal with; it’s an inch-or-half-an-inch-idk-which-one-thick, inch tall stripe that’s right above the back of my neck, at the base of my skull

I shed like a fucking dog

My hair also becomes so frizzy it looks like I brushed it dry when it's humid, and I live in a humid and hot place

Ginger hair makes you sunburn easier (and unable to tan)

I got bullied in school for being ginger because there’s something wrong with that in the minds of middle schoolers (I was also bullied for being gay and not ashamed of being queer but that’s not the point)

I would be called a leprechaun a lot as a kid, Saint Patrick's Day was and still is hell

Every time someone with straight hair complains about their hair being frizzy, I die a little more inside

Being pale an ginger, doing makeup, dying hair, and literally buying clothes is hard

especially makeup

I use the palest concealer they have at Target (it's called porcelain)

That’s all I can think of right now but I know there’s more. It’s entirely realistic that Rachel would bring a hairbrush because she has experienced all of this, and all of this started to happen to me when I was years younger than her. I said that I couldn’t brush my hair dry and Rachel could have had to, or maybe she would have waited for a part of the labyrinth with water to wet it and then brushed it, or had Percy use his water powers to wet it (Platonic Perachel is amazing, and I need more of it, they’re one of my fav brotps). So anyways guys, respect Rachel and stop questioning her hairbrush, they were in the labyrinth for a while, she needed that thing and it had done its fair share of service. That hairbrush has done more than being thrown at Kronos' eye.

[katuschka]

Scene Two – I am His Guitar, I Gently Weep

Jake Kiszka x f!Reader (1st person narrative + Jake's POV)

1.590 words

My lover praises me for not holding back. He loves listening to my moans and screams, when he plays me like an instrument. But sometimes, when it’s not allowed, or when I’m just a bit too loud, he puts a hand around my throat to control my pulse and my shaky breath. I am his guitar, I gently weep…

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, penetrative sex, choking, oral sex, rough blowjob, light bondage, masturbation, dirty language

It was one of those early, gloomy mornings when I missed him the most. I was sitting at the kitchen counter, cradling a mug full of steaming coffee in my hands, when my phone chimed, announcing a new message from Jake. 

It was just a simple Hey sweetheart, I got something for you, with some audio file attached to it. 

“Jake, babe! Are you already up or still awake?”

Still awake…I just wanted to finish this and send it to you. It’s a gift. 

“I new song?”

Not really… but I think you’ll like it.

“Should I play it now?”

Are you heading to work?

“In a bit, yeah. Just finishing my coffee.”

Maybe you should wait until you get back home.

Hey babe, I…uuum, it’s 4 am and I cannot sleep. I was lying in my bunk, thinking about you, missing you. Are you missing me too? I bet you are. In my mind, I still hear you crying on the phone. I played it cool, but it moved me deeply. 

That’s why I decided to tell you about all the moments I keep replaying in my head when I feel the same. Because I do feel the same and you should know. Just like a moment ago, when I was tossing and turning and the sleep just wouldn’t come, because I kept thinking about the sensation your hot skin leaves on mine when we touch. I need you, so I need to do this. Now it’s almost like talking to you, even though you’re probably fast asleep now. Yes, I’m a bit tipsy, so what. I need you to know. I hope this message finds you well tomorrow morning. I shall close my eyes now for a brief second and pray to Morpheus to send my astral body to greet you in your dreams. And maybe more. 

Because I love watching you sleep. I wish I could right now, but alas, you are out of reach momentarily. I live my dreams in the waking hours and I don’t regret doing so, but this is the price I pay. I know it’s hard on you and it pains me that I cannot hold you right now. So at least let my voice cradle you while I’m away. 

So, yes, I love watching you sleep. Just like I did the night before I hit the road again. You fell asleep while I was reading, with your leg propped against mine and your parted lips almost touching my elbow. 

I couldn't concentrate on the story anymore. You got me distracted again, this time with the gentle whiffs of your warm breath that you kept caressing me with. You have this power over me, invading my mind with every little thing you do. Nothing you do is ever mundane. Every moment spent with you is festive. So, I put the book down and snuggled down closer to you. I kissed those parted lips – I couldn’t help it – and you huffed slightly from your sleep, like an angry little girl that’s being teased. I had to bite my lip so as not to laugh, too afraid to fully wake you. 

You looked lovely. You always do, but there’s something about you when you sleep. So innocent looking, even though I know you’re not. 

I kissed you again, this time on that tiny birthmark right under your right eye. It dances when you smile, just like that wavy little strand of hair that keeps falling in your eyes, making your nose scrunch when it tickles your cheek. I pushed it back with my fingertips and stroked your hair a bit. You smiled in your sleep and I hoped you were dreaming about me, because I dream about you all the time. 

There’s this song that’s occupied my mind for quite a while and when I was watching you like that, I heard it fully formed in my head again. I played it to Josh one day and I told him what it means. We agreed that I should probably do this one completely on my own, because only I could sing it right. And you know what? I think I will. I already have all the words, anyway. I haven’t written them down yet, but they’re enshrined in my mind. 

I kept singing that song in my head as I was watching you later when the morning came. You were in the kitchen, spreading butter and honey on my toast, oblivious to my presence in the doorway. You looked like a fairy in your vintage sheer batiste nightdress. Your hair was wild and tangled and you had sleep lines on your shoulder and cleavage. You always get those when you sleep soundly after sex and it always makes me wanna bury my face in your tits.

Oh, your tits, my love… I could write a whole album in honor of those downy pillows and it still wouldn’t do them justice, baby. The way they bounce and swing when I fuck you hard… just thinking about it makes me hard in seconds. 

Do you like listening to me talking about fucking you? I could write a novel. A whole encyclopedia dedicated to all the things we do that make me lose my fucking mind. 

When you gag on my cock with tears running down your cheeks. I love it because I know you do. I love watching you roll your eyes in ecstasy while I hold you by the nape of your neck until you’re begging for air. I love when you play with your pussy while deepthroating me, but you really took my breath away when you begged me to bind your hands behind your back. I almost came on the spot, almost ruined the moment… I will forever carry you in my arms just for moments like these. I will ruin you, but I will protect you. I promise no one will ever harm you. You’re my baby. Mine.

Should I continue?

When I have your shaking thighs wrapped around my head as I lap up your overflowing juices. That’s where I’m most at home. If you suffocated me, I’d die happy.

Or when I hold you down, my fingers wrapped around your neck, watching you watching me with a mixture of defiance and reverence in your eyes. Always pushing my buttons and always eager to pay the price. 

But one thing really messed me up recently, and I keep replaying it in my head all the time. We’d been devouring each other on the couch all afternoon, not even bothering to get dressed that day, just wandering around the house naked in between our orgasms. 

I was just making us dinner when I saw you sitting on the backrest with your own back turned to me, combing your hair after I’d completely mussed it earlier that day. You had your arms up and it accentuated your slender waist. Your curves made me ravenous, but not for food. You had me drooling like Pavlov’s dog, baby. 

I crept behind you and dug my fingers in the pillowy flesh of your hips. You squeaked in surprise so I covered your mouth with my hand and whispered in your ear to just keep still and be my obedient baby. I know you loved and your shaky exhale told me just how much. You kept your arms up, crossing them behind your head, and afraid to make more noise without my permission, you only sobbed when I bit your earlobe, while tracking your curves all the way down from your armpits back to your love handles. Oh, I grabbed them with love, no doubt…and lust. I love you baby, you know I do… but I’m in lust with you, baby… so much and so madly it makes me howl on the Moon. 

I pulled you closer to me, with your lovely bottom hovering over the edge and your weeping cunt now within reach. I didn’t hesitate, burying my fingers in that warm, wet cave that calls me master. But we’ll ruin the upholstery, you said. I replied that I don’t fucking care. And then I pushed into you. And I began to play. 

That’s what it was like. I held your left arm in the air and kept stroking your soft belly while you kept tugging at my hair with your right hand. And the noises you were making, oh baby, so sweet. Weeping gently, from your eyes as well as all over my dick. I swear I will never recover. When you came, you squeezed me so hard I saw stars. And then again, and again…until you milked me dry.

So I must tell you this… I was on stage the other night, right in the middle of one of my solos, when it crept back in my mind. I saw you again, with your back leaning against me. I felt you again, and for a moment I completely forgot where I was. I felt my blood rushing down, and I touched myself. Right there, in front of thousands of people. They all saw it. And now they all know. You’re my true Beloved. 

@its-interesting-van-kleep @takenbythemadness @edgingthedarkness @writingcold @ignite-my-fire @klarxtr @jakekiszkasbuttsweat @fleet-of-fiction @lvnterninthenight @myownparadise96 @gvfstuddedmajesty @josh-iamyour-mama @jazzyfigz @sanguinebats @thewritingbeforesunrise @wetkleenex-gvf @lyndz2names

[alicewonderao3]

She's more

Title: She's more

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, fem!reader, mentions of Haley and Jack.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Warnings: None, just pure tooth rotting fluff, a brief mention of Haley's death.

Summary: Aaron's driving home after dropping his girlfriend off from their date when he has a realization wash over him: he loves her.

Word count: 856

Authors note: I know I said I was going to write this and post it yesterday, but my husband and I had a very necessary date night last night, and I got sidetracked. Here it is, and the song that inspired me was "She's More," By Andy Griggs. I borrow some of the lyrics, but I don't own it. It's such a good song. I heard it and instantly thought of Aaron Hotchner. I have no beta, so all spelling and grammar mistakes are mine. Let me know what you think!!

He's driving home after dropping her off after another date, unable to get her out of her mind. He still can't believe she's with him, still can't believe how lucky he managed to get. It's funny how it happens when you least expect it. He couldn't even say he fell for her at first sight. He was still trying to recover from Haley's death, and she was there. 

She hovered on the edge of his awareness, always doing sweet things for him, helping with Jack, but never pushed herself on him. She even encouraged his relationship with Beth, even if now, he realizes, she felt something for him. He'd always had this image of what kind of woman he'd end up with when he started dating again. 

He likes blue eyes, but her eyes are brown. But not just brown. No, they remind him of honey, golden soft flecks in between the soft brown that seem to light up when she sees him. She isn't tall, by any stretch. He's over six feet and towers over her small five-foot frame. She's got dark wavy hair that just hits her shoulders, and it's not the long hair he thought this woman would have. 

She isn't who he pictured at all, in a paint-by-number fantasy he'd had in his head. Stupid, he realizes now, but she's not at all who he thought he was looking for. She's more. It still catches him by surprise, how his heart gets lost in her deep brown eyes, how it skips a beat when she smiles at him. 

The first time he looked twice at her, when he noticed those little things about her, after their first date, like how her laughter filled his soul, how he wanted to just be in her presence, how he wanted to hold her, never letting her leave the safety and comfort of his arms. When it comes to her, he can't ever get enough. 

She's more than he ever dreamed of, more than he's ever deserved in his life. He couldn't ever ask for more than her, and as he pulled into his driveway, and parked his car, the realization washed over him. He loves her. He loves her. They hadn't made it that far yet, those declarations of love. But it's there, in how she leaves him notes on his fridge after she stays over, or that time he found one in his go-bag, with the faint scent of her perfume clinging to the paper. 

He still has that one, tucked into his wallet, and when he's lonely on a long case, he pulls it out, that and the photo of her Jack she'd snapped one time she was hanging out with him, and their bright smiles staring up at him never fail to cheer him up. 

The realization that he loves her, isn't shocking. What is shocking is how not guilty he doesn't feel. He'd always assumed that when he fell in love with another woman, he'd feel this sort of guilt, regardless of his divorce from Haley, he loved her, and when she died, he always thought that to be with someone else and love them would be hurting her, even if she would want him to move on. 

He stays seated in his car, pulling his phone out as he calls her. Her soft and gentle voice comes over the phone, and it always makes him smile. He assures her that he's fine that Jack's fine, his heart skipping a beat in his chest as he prepares to tell her. He clears his throat, and tries to smother the sudden rise of nerves he feels. 

His voice is soft and low, "I love you." He says, and there is this silence for a brief moment and he can't help the fresh wave of panic that starts to claw at his throat until he hears her whisper, "I love you too, Aaron." And as his heart slows down and his panic subsides, he says it again. "No, I don't think you understand, I love you. I love you more than I thought I could love anyone. I couldn't ask for anything or anyone better in my life. I love you." 

He hears her sniffle, can hear the tears in her voice as she murmurs something about him being too good for her, and he chuckles, his laugh deep. "No, sweetheart," He says, and he can see the smile she's wearing even if he's not looking at her. "You're too good for me. I'm the luckiest man in the entire world, just for having the chance to love you every day, and I promise to spend every day finding new ways to tell you that." 

He says goodnight to her and promises to see her tomorrow at Jack's soccer game. And as he hangs up and goes inside, he can't ever think of a moment where he's felt happier. He didn't think he'd find love after he got divorced, but he has, and he's going to hold onto it and her with both hands. He's all too aware of what can happen otherwise. 

[stainedglassandpigs]

Some of my head cannons for luffy

-Wavy hair but he rarely lets it get past his shoulders mostly a short shag

-Brook often styles luffy outfits

-He has freckles but not manny just a few big ones

-(I love his little running thing with Hercules beetles I think he loves them most but generally has a fascination with bugs)

-Ppl often make the mistake of thinking sending Robin out to a new island with luffy means everything will be fine but they often have to leave islands early bc of the Kaos the two get into while out together

-Has a tattoo on his back (its the one from the official art where they all have tattoos I just really like that one but I don’t really see luffy having many visible tattoos) ofc he got it after meeting law on the low luffy is a big copy cat

-He had his ears pierced (5 in total. Each side both have the standard done but one side has a singular cartilage done and the other has double) it’s a family thing so Garp, dragon, sabo, and ace all have at least their standard lobb pierced.

-He doesn’t drink much not for any real deep reason, and especially won’t drink Sake with random people, only his crew on rare occasions bc of the significance with his brothers.

-Isn’t a good cleaner but not bc he doesn’t try he’s just genuinely not good. Sanji and him spent so much time in the kitchen together eventually he was a bit above average at helping in the kitchen, everywhere else he’s horrible at

-His rooms is moderately decorate but the area in his room with the most attention is the photo wall area

-The crew hold a spa day once a month (mostly in part bc nami got so tried of the collective lack of care from certain crew mates *camera dramatically pans to zoro and luffy*) when they do nail polish luffy is always matching with someone bc he can never just pick one color

-Big big hugger, don’t even try to run it will only make the hug more intense

-Unibrow king, it naturally thins toward the center but it’s definitely there

-He may not be much of a trinket keeper cause he’s always moving so much from place to place after merry he was more strict with what came in and out of his room but if you give him something he’ll keep it for as long as possible. I know we see that with his straw hat but in other aspects to like you go to put some of his laundry away and see a pen you lent him a long time ago laying around.

-Luffy hates to be still for to long but if someone on the crew is sick you’ll usually find him near them or if they will allow it lying in bed right next to them and be really gaf bout getting sick, he just wants to be there for his friends

-Because there can be a lot of dead time out at sea Robin taught him to crochet but he only knows one pattern and that’s a fish and he refuses to learn more patterns bc the first one was so hard. Now though on particular boring days random crochet fishes will pop up around the sunny

-Someone once called chopper a pet and got flung cross the island

-He doesn't have a favorite flower but whenever the town/island ppl give them gifts after the crew helps them without fail luffy always ends up with sunflowers.

-He has sharp k-9s ( no one knows this put him and nami both have a matching gold tooth there isn’t even any big reason either they were out shopping on day and nami seen a beautiful women with a grill and convinced luffy to get one tooth done with her )

-Ussop makes his jesus sandals

-Sabo and him penpal cause Sabo wanted to be more up to date with his little brother in as many ways a possible and the den den Mushi calls weren’t cutting it . Sabo’s are nicely done and always have a cute photo of something he’s seen while luffys just always written on the back of a wanted poster of people he knows and luffys always sends him a sea shell from each island

-Luffy loves a good sweet but he also loves his friends more and chopper’s favorite food category is sweets so when they’re on island luffy always gets him the last piece of a really good sweet.

-He can sleep anywhere, once Franky found him alseep standing up and it scared ts outta him

-He has a Portuguese (Spanish if you think of him more as the live action) accent but rarely get to actually speak Portuguese so when he does he’s even more excited.

-He’s taught the crew enough to understand him and respond, Sanji on the other hand knows Spanish and argues with him all the time.

-When him and Sabo are on the phone they speak in Portuguese exclusively

-Always giving ppl the middle finger

-Sometimes he just won’t want to sleep alone and the crew will randomly wake up with him snuggled up to them, locked doors will not stop him.

-Zoro try’s to get the crew to train with him sometimes and fails but he has a trick up his sleeve for each member to get them to train. He got luffy bc he turns it into a game, only downside for zoro is he does genuinely have to come up with a prize each time for luffy

-I know the street love ace luffy and I can see it but I can also see the he gets bitches angle, I’m more of a middle man with this and that he got moves but barely cares to put them into actions and most times doesn’t

-On sight when it comes to insulting his loved one like the person barely can finish letting out the insult (or whatever) b4 luffy on they ass

-He’s bad with dates but big on birthdays, like the one number he can always remember without fail and will have a lil sum arranged

-Jimbei luffy favorite nap partner and they be going Olympic when it comes to taking long ass naps on sunny days

[boybeholding]

2012 Leo + Stoner Reader Content Warnings: recreational drug use

Not requested.

Mikey Donnie (wip) Raph (wip)

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Leo has a lot of respect for you.

You're so laid back and thoughtful

your input is exactly what he needs to keep his head on straight sometimes. And, you're probably the only person he can think to go to when he's beefing with his family at home.

Your room always smells like patchouli from the incense that burns on your windowsill.

It reminds him of the dojo, and he always finds himself relaxed in the space. It's a little cluttered, maybe, but not unclean. Tons of knickknacks and baubles line your shelves. He feels like he notices something new every time he comes over.

"When did you get this?"

He picks up a small, oddly shaped glass jar sitting on your desk, tinted a dark blue with wavy patterns along its sides. Or... vase, maybe? Probably a vase, he figures. its filled slightly with dirtied water.

"Get what-?"

Ah. Fuck.

you snatch it from him right away.

you did not mean to leave it out for him to find.

"it's nothing. don't worry about it."

suspicious???

Leo is not going to let it drop.

When he finally drags it out of you that it's a bong, and then after that what a bong IS... He's not actually that appalled.

As much as he tries to keep it discreet, he knows his Sensei has his own slim pipe hidden around the lair.

The incense makes a lot more sense, now.

it'll be a while before you get him to try any, though.

he isn't judgmental, maybe minorly concerned about your health, but he's more concerned on not trusting himself while inebriated.

Leo is so repressed. Mikey showed him a wisdom tooth surgery video he thought was funny and Leo had nightmares about spilling his innermost secrets while doped up on anesthetic.

And boy oh boy, was he right to worry.

if you get him high, he is going to blurt every single thought on his mind.

You could certainly bully him if you wanted to, he'd make it very easy. But he would very much hold it against you. He was worried about making a fool of himself, so if you actively make a fool of him yourself, he's not going to trust you.

But, on the flipside, if you treat him right, make sure he's having a good trip, he will trust you forever.

Put on Space Heroes for him and he'll have the time of his fucking life. But really, any cartoon would completely enrapture him.

all in all, he trusted you before he found out about your habit, and he'll trust you even more after the fact. It's probably something he'd only ever do with you on occasion. He really doesn't mind you smoking around him, though. If you offer it to him every once and a while when he's got the night to himself, he may take you up on it. Maybe.

[polyphonetic]

your hair is so prettyyy do you use any product in it :0? the curls look so defined

Thank u!! 🥰💕 Yea, I use mane and tail for conditioner, garnier whole blend honey shampoo, every few washes I use V05 clarifying shampoo instead.

A tinyy amount of Cantu argan oil leave-in conditioning that when my conditioner is washed out I dilute with water with my hands throughout my hair as my leave-in.

So:

Wash and get wet and shampoo

Lengthy conditioner / detangle / fine tooth comb into long wavy strands that are smoothed from root to tip

Cold water rinse out the conditioner and work in some diluted leave-in.

Gently blow dry in the long strands and being careful to not touch the hair so that it dries as straight as possible.

[sashi-ya]

月が綺麗ですね > 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚝?

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞 ᴅᴀʏ sɪx > sᴀʙᴏ x ғ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

♡ request: @cupidcream asked: hi! if requests are open for the new event, could i have sabo with “your sweet perfume” ? and maybe childhood friends to lovers? thank you! (and sorry if requests aren’t open and i read the post wrong!!) ♡ tw: sfw. adaptation to a modern au about Sabo's memory lose and Dragon being his adoptive father. This was a perfect request for him, since I've always had the hc he smells like burnt caramel for some reason! SPOILER alert: "emperor of flames/ entei" is a canon name he receives, I won't state in which situation, since it hasn't been animated but yep, it's canon :P. ٠ wc: 1.4k ٠ ♡ masterlist ٠taglist: @zella07 @jin-supremacy01 @alexkanroji @jenwooly |

The scent of burnt caramel, that perfume he always had… the scent every morning now, invades your senses and makes you smile…

“Sabo, my knee!” you cried. His golden curls, a missing tooth, his big hat coming closer. “What happened, (Name)!?” he asked, crunching on your side, inspecting your scraped knee. As sweet as a little boy can be, he took the time to clean and cure each and every single scratch you ever did to your body. And you did too.

Living in Baltigo, a big orphanage wasn’t easy, especially for two little kids. However, both stick to each other to survive. Became the best of friends, almost like brother and sister.

But… when you finally found an adoptive family, you and him had to separate… but, there was something you always remembered of him; the scent of his skin. It was so sweet and special. It was like how little animals recognize their family and the burnt caramel perfume of his skin never left your memory… because you could never reach out to him, ever again.

Even if you begged your parents to go visit him, the people from the orphanage told you he had escaped… and you never, ever, saw him again.

Years passed. You have become a uni student, and life couldn’t be better. Your new year starting, meeting new people always excited you. “Politics here I go. I still remember when Sabo and I debated every night about the disparity of this world, we were just kids!… I hope you are proud of me, wherever you are” you murmur, holding to your backpack and walking proudly to the first lecture of the day.

As you shake some snow off your boots, you see someone pass you haven’t seen before. Golden wavy locks, a long dark blue coat, gloved hands, and a face hiding under a black beret. For a second you smell something sweet, something familiar.

You blink twice, staying there in the middle of the lecture hall entrance. Some people ask for you to move, others plainly push you. But you can’t move. Could he be…?

“(Name)! Hey! Earth calling (Name)!” Koala, your friend, and classmate pulls you out of your own world of doubts.

“Hey, Koko! Ye- yes. Sorry, what were you saying?” you ask, shaking your head. It cannot be… after so many years…

“Come on, class is gonna start and you are there standing! It looks like you’ve seen a ghost girl! What happened?” she asks, looking at your still surprised face.

“N-nothing, love. Let’s go, let’s get a spot before the class starts”

You try to find that young man that walked pass you a couple of minutes ago, but you can’t see him sitting anywhere. You start to think he was just the product of your imagination, but… that scent… that burnt caramel perfume…

You sit, and while you take out your laptop some sweet voice makes you look at the blackboard in front of you. That young man, the golden locks boy… he is sitting right in the professor’s desk.

He has a burn scar over his left eye…

“Hello class, I’m gonna be the new professor for Politics this year! Nice to meet you, you can call me Sabo!”

A single tear runs through your cheek, you can’t even blink… Sabo? Your sweet “flame emperor” as he liked to be called when you were playing in the dried brownish piles of leaves during chilly autumns at the orphanage.

 “(Name)… what- what is it? Are you ok?” Koala asks, shaking your arm as she sees you cry and smile at the same time.

“That’s- I finally- I finally found him, Koko! that’s Sabo!” you murmur, breathing for the first time all the oxygen your lungs could get, because your heart has begun to beat completely, because you were complete now…

He crosses sight with you, giving you that sweet smile you used to remember. He hasn’t change a thing. But he has become a man, a handsome man.

You are delighted with the class he imparts. But can’t wait until it’s over. You only want to hug him, to tell him who you are. And, forty minutes (that felt like a total torture to your anxiety) after, the lecture is finally over and every classmate is out of the room, except for you…

You stand up, running down the stairs that get you to the desk and scream his name. “Sabo!!” you shout, jumping on and hugging him. He still smells like burnt caramel; he does. He really does. The warmth of his skin feels so familiar, that’s your Sabo.

He walks back, receiving you in his arms but he is absolutely scared of you. “WH- Who- who are you?” he asks, leaving you frozen. There is no way he isn’t recognizing you.

“Sabo! It’s me! (Name)! What happened to your eye? Are you ok?” you -almost- yell trying to feel the bumpiness of his eye scar.

“Excuse me. But- I have- Apparently, I had a big accident and I can’t remember anything before my adoptive father picked me from the streets. I’m really sorry if you belonged to my past but I can’t remember you” he whispered, with sad eyes.

Your happy face turns into a bleak one. How comes he doesn’t remember you? But the scent of his skin, and… your memories? You choke back tears, everything can be fixed, you are sure. “Then you and I should go have some coffee, and I will tell you who am I!” you chime, yet with teary eyes.

But, Sabo is now your professor…

“Dear, I can’t do that… I’m your professor now… I- I can’t go on a date with a student you-“ he tries to excuse himself, with blushed cheeks, looking right to the side. He certainly finds you interesting, gorgeous… but he couldn’t…

You stiffen up your back. He thinks this is gonna be a date?

“No, Sabo… listen, I wasn’t trying to act disrespectfully towards you. I know you are my professor, but you don’t understand… we- we were like siblings back then! I wanted to tell you about our past…” you try to explain, but he stops you by grabbing your hand.

Sabo takes some air. He is surely scared of facing the past, but he doesn’t really know why. And his eyes burn like flames when looking at you. The warmth of the leather glove on your hand feels like a distant memory you have never lived before. “I- I guess we could have some coffee after I’m finished with my classes then. If you don’t mind, could you remind me of your name, please?”

“I’m (Name). And sure, I’ll be here by the time you are finished, “my sweet emperor of flames”” you mumble the last part, turning around and walking towards the door. Your hair flows with your motions, and the scent of your sweet perfume meets his pointy nose.

And right before leaving, you hear a loud thump against the floor. “Sabo?!” you gasp, seeing him kneeling on the ground with tears on his steel eyes. Running to his help, you kneel right in front of him.

“Your- your sweet perfume… (Name)… I- I- it’s you… you have always smelled like marshmallows to me… I just remember how in love I was with you…”

“Sabo? You were in love with me?” you ask, gawking but wiping the tears off his eyes with your thumb. You had always had a crush with him, but you always thought it was only you… and little by little you accepted you were only like her little sister. A little sister he wanted to protect.

“I- You-“ he blushes intensely. But, he hugs you so tight. And the sweet fragrances of your skins meet once again… a sweet perfume only you could perceive, the scents of your souls… “I don’t give a fuck about the rules, please… let’s go on a date!”

As many as you want, my emperor of flames… 💖

[buriedyou]

𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀.

previously found at: fomheir.

Eris is originally from A.COTAR, but I and my friends have retconned the whole series. If you're familiar with A.COTAR/Eris, please don't let the preconceptions of canon blind you while you're interacting with this characterization. This guy has just a few things in common with the source version; otherwise, they are not interchangeable and you can consider this an oc.

FULL NAME: Eris Vanserra EPITHET(S): Heir to the Flame, Autumn Heir, Princeling/Lordling GENDER: Cis-male SPECIES: High Fae HEIGHT: 6'4” AGE: 700+ years old BIRTHDAY: The Fall Equinox

HAIR: Dark auburn, naturally wavy. Cropped a little longer than his pointed ears and typically kept off his face. Without the glamour, his hair is ash-colored and as long as his shoulders, full of leaves and twigs and seemingly wet. EYES: Hazel and rimmed in gold and feline. Without the glamour, fully black eyes including the sclera and bleeding black blooded tears. SKIN TONE: The last dredges of summer-kissed skin fading. Pale skin warmed by the moon. Dusted in sparse freckles. Without the glamour, a sickly pallor is prevalent. BODY TYPE: Lean muscled and tall. Long limbed. VOICE: Dulcet and musical. Drawling and casual and ever full of mischief. Typically speaking in facetious tones, his smug and teasing and trickster nature present in his voice. POSTURE: Befitting of a prince. Without the glamour, there’s obvious pain in the tight string or sometimes low droop of his shoulders and the clench of his hands. SCARS: With the glamour, none. Without the glamour, the corners of his mouth extend with gruesome scars and reveal his sharp-toothed back teeth. His back is covered in whip lashes, some which still do not appear fully healed. He has scars on the back of both his hands and the bottom of his feet from his father’s abuse as well. NOTABLE FEATURE(S): His pointed High Fae ears. His red hair. HIGH LORD BEAST FORM: Large black hound, dog skull for a face, with molting antlers protruding from his head.

HOBBIES: Hunting with his smoke hounds. Reading and learning new things. Fashion. Spellcrafting and herbal work. Faerie wine and connoisseuring. PHYSICAL ILLNESSES: Cursed by his power-greedy father, Eris is unable to fully wield the entirety of his magic abilities. ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral VULNERABILITIES: As all Fae are, Eris is vulnerable to ash wood. Salt and iron are also a weakness which can be used to incapacitate him though they won’t kill him.

CURRENTLY.

the sins of the father. PRESENT DAY. eris is in the midst of his plans to unseat his father from the throne of autumn court, but is waiting for the right timing. until then, he continues to both train and lead the autumn court armies as one of its generals; as well as act as emissary and ambassador, using his courtier skills to navigate the political landscape of the faerie realm to gather intel on the coming rebellion against the night court as well as collecting future allies for his own cause.

QUICK FACTS

eris is the eldest of seven brothers and thus the heir to the faerie court of autumn. the autumn court deals in dark magic, necromancy, and pyromancy among other crafts; though it should be noted that the use of magic is banned for anyone within the court's lands not of the royal family, punishable by death as declared by the high lord. autumn court magic is typical faerie magic where it demands payment for its use; as such, the high lord beron, who uses it constantly, has been growing more and more ill and frail as the centuries pass. the only thing keeping him alive anymore is the magic itself, even as it is killing him.

the vanserra brothers grew up pitted against each other as a means to earn their father's respect and affection and as a result, resentment to the point of violence amongst them was inevitable. abuse at the hands of their father, beron, was rampant; eris did what he could to take most of the punishments during their childhood, but always at the cost of purposefully inflaming his brothers that they would never be at odds with beron for growing close to the eldest son. eris establishes very early on that he will follow in his father's cruel footsteps by forcibly drawing a divide between himself and his younger brothers, all the while fervently protecting them when he can.

eris is especially close to his mother, the lady of autumn, who suffers at the hands of her husband as much as her sons do. she is perhaps the only person alive to know the truth of eris' heart, which he keeps so well hidden between his wickedness and cruelty.

the reputation of the heir to autumn is despicable at best and deliberately crafted that way. still, he is magnetic and cunning, an accomplished commander in the autumn court armies, a skilled hunter and tracker, and a devoted son to his mother. he has 12 hounds which he raised himself to be loyal hunting companions.

autumn court fae can’t lie! not in the traditional sense anyway. they can exaggerate (and often speak hyperbolically!) and they can spin circles to avoid landing directly on the truth and they can trick as much as they please (and most often do whether they intend to avoid the truth or not!) but they cannot lie. the only thing is that most not from autumn don’t actually know this to be a fact anymore as it’s another thing to have cycled so much through the sifting ages that it’s often believed to be something the humans made up about fae in general which actually works really well for autumn court anyway. if asked a direct yes or no question, they have to blatantly ignore the question to avoid telling the truth which just gives them away anyway. so no literal lying.

eris has 12 scottish deerhounds all of whom he rescued as a full litter when their mother birthed them, and consequently died, in his father’s stables. beron would have killed them had eris not interfered. he’s raised them himself and they have grown into a pack of exceptionally talented, with the exception of one, the runt, which he gifted his mate, vasilis.

if beron is dying, why doesn't eris just easily kill him/why don't his sons/court rise up against him? fear for one thing. for eris in particular, it's the timing. he is "working for" his father within his court, but under the table he is securing alliances and putting out feelers to those who would be loyal to a court no longer ruled by beron. there are many who are loyal to beron whether by fear or similar ideals and eris has to be very careful when navigating the political waters.

ALT VERSES TBD...

[philomenie]

Once in a lifetime - snippet

Pairing: Joakim x Mina

CN: Fluff, nudity

@valiantroeagleangel @ladyveronikawrites

You lie exhausted and happy on the bed, Joakim's upper body half on top of yours.

He lets you scratch his scalp, growling to himself with pleasure.

"You know you get curls when you have wet hair?" you hold a drying strand of his hair loosely over your index finger.

"Hmm I know.....!"

"Why don't you wear your hair curly more often?"

"It's exhausting, I just like it. Wash it, blow-dry it or let it dry!"

"Can I do your hair?" you rummage harder in his hair.

He laughs, "If you enjoy it!"

"Yes, it would be! I like your curls! They suit you!"

Joakim blinks at you with amusement out of one eye.

"Come on, leave yourself in my hands!" you ask him.

His grin widens even more "As if I wasn't already doing that!"

You give him a playful peck and get up.

In the bathroom, you pour water into the bathtub and choose your favorite scent, lavender.

"But I don't smell like a fucking flower meadow afterwards?"

"Is my Viking afraid of the scent of flowers?" you tease him.

"I know what Matt and Folio will say about my curls tomorrow, and if I smell like a bouquet of flowers, it's going to be a tough last few days!"

Nevertheless, he sits down in the bath, you get your shampoo and conditioner from the shower, put them on the edge of the bathtub ready to hand, put your own hair up in a bun and slide into the warm water behind him.

Joakim leans against you. You reach forward and hold him in your arms, his head resting on your shoulder, his eyes closed.

You kiss his temple tenderly.

"Don't fall asleep, min Älskling!"

"Hmm, I can't promise!"

You push him forward, "Stay like that!", you reposition yourself, now kneeling behind him.

You wet his hair all over with the hand shower.

Then you take the shampoo, spread it between your hands and apply it to his hair. Massage his scalp with steady pressure, run your fingers through his hair, linger with your fingertips on his temples and let them circle there. Spread the foam over the entire length of his hair.

Joakim moans with pleasure.

Then you rinse everything out thoroughly and repeat the procedure.

"Hmm, you can use up the whole bottle of shampoo for all I care!" he grins.

"Uh, all at once you glutton?" you tease him, "I thought we'd do it again tomorrow!"

"Yes ma'am!" he grins.

Then you take the conditioner and knead it into the ends of his hair, starting to comb through his hair with your fingers.

Joakim puts his head back on his neck.

"Go on!"

You smile, you can feel how much he enjoys having his hair washed by you.

After a short while, you wash it all out again thoroughly.

You gently squeeze out his hair.

You both wash the bath foam off your bodies with the hand shower and get out of the bath.

You wrap yourself in a large bath towel and hold it in front of your chest.

"Sit down!"

Water runs from his long curls onto his wet body. He bears a strong resemblance to Aegir, the Norse lord of the seas.

You bite your lower lip at the sight of him.

You take a towel and start gently squeezing the water out of his long hair.

Then wrap a dry towel around his head and press gently on his scalp.

Joakim watches you with every single movement. When you've finished, he pulls you close.

"Hmm, I'm still completely naked and you're wrapped in a towel, let's change that!"

"I'll get you a bath towel, but first it's your hair's turn!"

Joakim grimaces.

He lets you get on with it, you get a bath towel and start to dry him off, gently dabbing his skin.

"Mina, if you keep this up, I really won't care about my hair!"

You smile and hand him the towel, then stand behind him and remove the towel from his head.

His hair falls wavy over his shoulders.

Comb it through with your fingers, then get your wide-toothed comb and your curl cream.

After combing, knead his hair with your hands and shake up the roots with your fingers.

Then take some of the curl cream, spread it between your hands and start kneading it into his hair. Repeat this until his hair falls curly onto his shoulders.

"Done!" You look at him with satisfaction.

"And now what? Do I have to sit here until it's all dry?"

"That or I can carefully blow dry it with the diffuser attachment"

"The latter, I'm hungry!"

Using your hairdryer and the attachment, you start to knead his hair dry.

When you've finished, you beam at him.

"How do I look?" he asks a little skeptically.

"I really like it! The curls flatter you!"

[beautouslysandy]

New Feelings

Chp.1 Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

By-Sandy

Warnings: Just language and not proofread

Word Count: 1,698

Note- I have been binging OBX and I have been wanting to write a Rafe Cameron x Reader for awhile even though there is an plenty of them in this comment, hahaha. Enjoy!

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You were looking outside the window of the car with gloom. Your family and you are moving to the Outer Banks, you heard it’s pretty there but it didn’t matter. You were leaving your friends and home in New York. Your dad was humming along to a song playing on the radio while your mom was reading a new book, she never gets car sick, your younger brother Jamie who was only 8 was crashing his Transformers together as if they were fighting. Your golden lab, Lulu, was in between you and Jamie as a couple of your boxes were in the trunk of your dad’s SUV. There were two big moving trucks behind you guys, following you to your new home. Your dad says that an old friend of his lives here, coincidentally the house a few blocks down from said friend was for sale and your parents bought.

“We’re here!” Your dad said loudly as the car pulled up to a big beach house, it was gorgeous and huge. Your dad was smiling and your mom kissed him on the cheek. “WOAH!” Jamie yelled with astonishment as he got out of the car. You got out in your jean shorts and yellow shirt that had a white outline of the Statue of Liberty on it. Your h/c hair was down and blowing in the wind. You were wearing white retro gas station sunglasses covering your gorgeous e/c eyes. You walked into the large house, Jamie already had rushed in to pick a room. “I got the best room! Y/n, it has a cool window! I gave you the one with the big closet for all your girly things!” Jamie exclaimed with a grin, his left front tooth was missing. You smiled back and playfully said “Thanks, squirt.” You headed up to the room Jamie didn’t chose, opening the weirdly tall door to reveal a generously sized room with a large window seat looking out into the ocean and a few small windows here and there. You walked into the bathroom which was also generously sized which then attached to it was a walk-in closet.

You squealed, at home there wasn’t this much room. The houses are pricey so you didn’t get as much space. •••• A few hours have pasted and everything in your new room was set, your mom said that you guys can get stuff for the window seat in a couple of days. You we’re in a sundress and your hair was styled how you most liked it. You had a touch of makeup not to much, you preferred a more natural look like your mom. You had your favorite sandals on, you headed downstairs. Your dads old friend had invited you guys over for dinner, your mom mentioned that he had two kids around my age. You pulled up to the house and it was a bit larger then yours but had similarities.

As your parents knocked on the door your brother Jamie was behind you, he was wearing cargo shorts and a white golf shirt. He was a bit shy around strangers but once he got to know them he could be a real spitfire. “Brandon, how is it going man!” A masculine voice called as the door opened. Your dad chuckled and said “Ward! It’s good all good! How about you?” Your parents walked into the door as if it were their second home, you and Jamie slowly walked into the unfamiliar house. “Hi! I am Sarah!” A song like voice greeted

You turned to see a tan girl with beach wavy blond hair. She had a warm smile, she was wearing denim shorts and a white crop top.

“Hello, I am Y/n!” You replied with a smile, you felt your brother move from behind your figure. “I am Jamie..”He said with a sheepish smile.

“Nice to meet you guys!” She said throwing her arm around hers, your brother took your hand as she steered you guys toward the kitchen. There was a average yet tall sized teenage boy, his hair was buzzed which you typically didn’t like on guys but it suited his cold and tan face. He made eye contact with you and then looked at Sarah and scoffed. “Who are ypu?” He said bluntly almost accusingly looking back at you.

You felt Jamie’s grip tighten on your hand “I am Y/n! Nice to meet you.” You said holding out your hand with a smile. “Rafe.” He stated not shaking your hand. You cleared your throat and retracted your hand to your side. “Rafe, be nicer.” Sarah scolded.

Jamie started snickering, you looked at him with a grin. He was starting to warm up to these new people around this new unfamiliar place.

“What’s so funny?” Rafe said with a glare towards Jamie. Jamie started laughing loudly which softened to a giggle. He was very tall for his age around 4’7 he gets his height genes from your dad who is 6’5. Jamie whispered in your ear, “He looks so pissed off that it makes me angry just looking at him.” He snickered

You giggled and tucked a loose hair behind your ear. Rafe got a bit of butterflies, the light of the sun rays were beaming perfectly on you and you were wearing a gorgeous sundress that complimented your physique perfectly. Your hair looked almost surreal. Your laugh was so soft yet full of joy, your beautiful smile made his heart stop.

“I don’t understand.” Sarah and Rafe siad at the same time and then glared at eachother. This sent you and your little brother over the roof. ••• Everyone was sitting at the table. Ward was sitting at the head and your dad was at the other end. Your mom was next to your dad. Jamie was next to you, across from y’all’s mother and you were across from Rafe who was next to his father and sister. “So, Y/n, where did you say you were applying to university?” Ward asked as he cut into his steak. “Oh um, Oxford…Havard” You began and Rafe choked on his water and Sarah stared at you with disbelief. You continued “Yale, Stanford and uh…”

“A university in Scotland…right?” Your dad said looking at you proudly.

“I forgot the name of it…”You said with a shrug.

“Any of them accepted you?” Ward asked with shock and looked at your dad.

“All of them expect Yale.” Your dad said for you with a proud smile. “We are very proud of, Y/n!” Your mother gleamed as she gave you one of her motherly smiles.

“Yeah Yeah we get it Y/n’s the golden child.” Jamie said playfully with a smirk. “Jameson…”Your mother said warningly

“Sorry.” He said with a snicker.

“Camile, he is just playing. Rafe, how about you?” Your dad said with a grin.

“I-“ He began.

“He is being very selective.” Ward said coldly.

“I was very selective too, Rafe. It’s completely normal.” Your mother said comforting sensing some tension, she even gave him one of her maternal smiles. That’s the thing you love about your mother, she is so kind to others.

Rafe looked at your mom with a soft smile. “Sarah your 16?” Your dad asked.

She nodded with a smile. “Remember that kid from that boarding school?” Your dad said with a smirk looking at Ward. Your parents grew up here.

“Ah. Yes. If I remember he had a thing for Camile.” Ward replied chuckling at the old memory.

“Oh my god not the guy you told me about…” You said laughing.

Your mother snickered and your dad scolded.

“He was such an ass.” Your dad said scoffing.

“Brandon!” Your mother said hitting his arm.

“Sorry.” He said with a smirk, the same as your younger brother Jamie.

After everyone finished, Ward and your parents left to get drinks at the local bar. Your mom dropped Jamie off at your new house for bed and because he wanted to watch Transformers. Sarah was bringing her friends over. You were sitting on the porch looking out into the ocean when a slightly familiar voice said. “So your a big shot with the colleges?”

You turned to see Rafe heading towards you and sitting down next to you. “It’s because of my parents. Not me.” You said with a sigh.

“What do your parents do?” He asked

“They work for the government. It’s why we had to move here.” You said looking at him with a soft smile.

“Ah.” He said as if he understood. You looked out back at the ocean. Rafe looked at you in awe, you were making him feel feeling he wasn’t supposed to be feeling. “So, why are you being so selective with your schools?” You asked looking him in the eyes to find him already looking at you, you blushed slightly.

“Just…” He began and his eyes turned sad.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about, I mean you only just let me three hours ago.” You said with a sympathetic smile. He looked at you shocked to be on the receiving end of such kind and supportive words. He was began to say something but was interrupted by loud voices entering to porch. “My man!” A loud slightly annoying voice called as he slapped Rafe on the head. “What the hell, Top?” Rafe said annoyed

Someone car whistle then said “Damn who is this beautiful young lady, we have here?” You blushed out of embarrassment, “I better be going, see you around Rafe. Tell Sarah I will see here tomorrow.” You said with a bright smile, you locked eyes with him but quickly looked away when a guy walked up to you saying “Can I have your number, m’lady?” “Kelce.” Rafe said coldly.

You giggle slightly and said “Maybe another time, Kelce.” you winked and walked away saying one last time “Bye, Rafe!” Rafe felt this pit in his stomach, after you left. Kelce was blushing and in awe. Rafe might of punched Kelce in the face. He didn’t know what was coming over him but all he knew was that you were making him have feeling he was never had.

[flowerofsakura]

I just have a little small backstory of how Russia and America met in my high school au (which contains RusAme, be aware of everyone) and I want it to write it here. I’ll also write it on wattpad, but it will take me a long time so later.

For now I will leave pieces of it. So let’s start

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USA never liked schools. He was pretty sociable to gain friends in there and was also sociable enough to gain rivals. What he didn’t liked were some teachers, sometimes boring classes and more. He only liked it for his friends, but now he lost those friends, as he’s going to new middle school with his little brother.

He was told new things about it, people awaiting him there, the teachers and more. Not much, but decent. He was told there will be countryhumans like them, disguised as humans. He wonder who will they be.

As he entered the school, the first thing he noticed was how loud it was. Typical schools, where teenagers spent their daily time. His and his brother’s first lesson was P.E, where they will meet their new classmates, a.k.a new countryhumans like them

P.E was on the second floor. While walking towards there, Canada was talking about different things and how excited he was to meet everyone. Canada was only on one year younger than USA, yet, they were still counted as twins, Irish twins. They were still in the same class with each other.

Last things they had to do, was to change in their clothes and meet their classmates and P.E teacher. That should be easy, right ?

Surprisingly there was no one in changing room, so both of them changed into sport clothes, which were typical shorts and shirt.

Now it was time. Both of them entered the “P.E room”. The first people USA noticed was blonde guy, black-haired guy and a black-haired girl. Boys were talking to each other, while in between the girl was looking at them with a worried face

Wouldn’t it be bad to interact with them and make up friends ? He came over to his new classmates and said a common “hi” waving to them. They immediately payed attention to him.

He looked more at them for awhile before they spoke, analysing them. First guy was pretty tall and as said he had blonde hair, they were also wavy and middle length. He had electric blue eyes and pretty long eyelashes. He had visible freckles on his cheeks and nose. USA wasn’t the best at guessing People’s nationality from looks, but he seemed to be Slavic ?

The girl between the two guys was short compared to USA at least, she had black straw ugh that hair. She was wearing glasses, due to bad vision or accessory by any chance ? She had dark brown eyes. She was from Europe, hopefully

The second guy was definitely from Asia, as USA guessed by the way his face looked. He was also wearing glasses and had straight middle length hair. His eyes were just black. He’s either Korean or Japanese, as USA can’t tell between the two.

“You’re new ?” The girl said, smiling at him immediately. Okay, maybe he’ll definitely make friends with her, she already seems nice to him. But who knows. USA answered with a yes and then she asked him if he was a countryhuman. He again said yes and the girl gasped.

“I’m Germany, but you can call me by my human name, Juliana !” The girl answered, smiling at him with her teeth now. She also had a tooth gap, how interesting.

“The brunette boy is Japan or Aoi and the blonde boy is Russia or Alexander” the girl said, adding. So he was right. He has never in his life met a Russian. He maybe met a Japanese or a German one time, but has never seen a Russian. So that’s very interesting for him.

Russia smiled at usa and asked “ what’s your name ?” With that USA replied “USA, Jackson” saying both his of names.

Through time, USA realised what he didn’t expected for Russia to be exactly like this. Other people always told him, what Russians are grumpy, always angry, they never laugh and etc.

Russia was a great guy to be honest, he was quite energetic, a troublemaker to say and a dumbass to be honest. Usa also found out what Russia and Japan were sort of enemies. They were always fighting at who is better at Basketball for example and ended up telling each other “good job” adding either dude or bro. Germany was the one, who was trying keeping them away from fighting with each other over a sport.

And later four of them made up friends. We can’t forget about Canada, who also ended up making friends. One of his closest became Ukraine, the same age as him boy.

He knows, what soon him and his brother will change schools, like a tradition. And he wonders

Will they all meet up again ?

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Not a fan of RusAme, but I like to write about this two idiots.

See Russia as a good friendly guy, because no wonder why he even managed to become friends Japan, even if they have a little rivalry going with each other sometimes.

USA is also friendly, because as you can see he made friends with the trio. But he’s kinda less energetic then Russia

Another note: USA is brunette. I honestly can’t see him as blonde, only as a brown haired guy. Canada also has strawberry blonde hair and Ukraine has black hair.

I guess that’s all, bye you all. I’m gonna drop some headcanons later

[astra-galaxie]

“Thank you, Mickey! Now, come on, let’s introduce ourselves to our son’s boss!” - Giselle Archer-Adams

Biographical information

Full Name: Giselle Archer-Adams

Alias(es): Elle

Gender: Transgender (male to female)

Sexuality: Omnisexual

Status: Alive

Age: 54 (season 3)

Birth: 1962

Race: Human

Nationality: American

Origin: Los Angeles, USA

Residence: Los Angeles, USA

Profession(s): NCIS Agent

Family:

Milan Archer-Adams (husband)

Jack Archer-Adams (son)

Lance Archer (father-in-law) (deceased)

Maaike Archer (mother-in-law) (incarcerated)

Affiliation(s): NCIS

Profile

Height: 5’11"

Age: 54 (season 3)

Weight: 183lbs

Eyes: green

Blood: AB-

Giselle is a tall and broad, but not overly muscular, woman with fair skin, long orangish-red hair that's wavy at the ends and green eyes with blue undertones. She wears a tight black top with mid-length sleeves, flowy army green pants and black boots. She also has a silver necklace with a crown-shaped pendant and matching stud earrings.

Synopsis

Giselle is the mother of Jack and the wife of Milan Archer-Adams.

She met Milan at university while pursuing a degree in criminal justice. The two felt an immediate spark but didn’t rush their relationship. Giselle graduated a few years before Milan did and joined the Navy. She served her country while keeping in touch with her boyfriend, who always waited for her to return. But while facing the dangers of war overseas, Giselle never imagined that a threat was coming for Milan back in the US.

Shortly before she was set to go on leave, she got a call from Maaike telling her that Milan had been attacked. She wouldn't give Giselle any details over the phone, but the distress in her voice spurred Giselle to get released a few days earlier to return to LA. Once home, she learned the full details of what had happened to Milan. The things she thought about doing to the bastard who had hurt her little Mickey weren't for the faint of heart to hear. And while she never found out the rapist’s identity, she vowed to make him pay in either this life or the afterlife.

Giselle spent her leave taking care of Milan, making sure he ate, slept, and didn't hurt himself. She was also with him when he took a pregnancy test and held him as he cried over the positive results. She promised to support whatever decision he made and would hold his hand down the path he chose. When Milan decided to keep the baby, Giselle began looking for career opportunities that would allow her to remain closer to home, and eventually, she joined NCIS’s LA division.

After returning to LA permanently, she and Milan moved in together and welcomed Jack into the world. Even though the boy had no blood connection to her, Giselle loved him as her own. She changed him, fed him, bathed him, and calmed him down when he cried, no matter how late or tired she was. She was there to witness his first steps, his first lost tooth, his first day of school and many more firsts. And with each milestone Jack achieved, Giselle rewarded him with love and praise.

Even though they were already a family, Milan and Giselle chose to wait to get married. They got married when Jack was eight, and the boy was excited to watch his parents wed with their family and friends there to celebrate. The event was made even better when Giselle took time during the ceremony to promise herself to Jack as his mother and made an official offer to adopt him. Giselle will never forget how happy Jack was to hear that she would legally be his mother and the first picture they took together as a family after the ceremony is forever one of her favourites.

Like her husband, Giselle was so proud of Jack when she heard he had been offered a position at the Bureau. And while she wished he didn't have to move so far away, she would never have kept her son from pursuing his dreams. She made him promise to check in with her weekly, and despite his grumblings of her being a “helicopter mom,” he never missed a check-in. Though she knew he couldn't tell her everything about his missions due to confidentiality, he never hid any secrets from her and Milan… Or so they thought.

She debuted as a minor character in Call Me, Kill Me during the additional investigation. Adalet ran into Giselle when the woman took a break from trying to get Jack to open up to her. She asked the agent to find Milan for her since he wasn’t answering her calls, and while Adalet and Nathan did that, Giselle kept trying to get Jack to talk to her. Later, Milan finally texted her back and informed his wife that he was at their hotel. Giselle promised Jack that she would come back with his father soon, and she prayed that Milan would be able to get their son to open up.

And he did, in a roundabout way. Milan had always been nervous about giving Jack the letters ever since he wrote the first one. He put his heart and soul into writing those and was scared to tell Jack about his deepest secrets. Giselle was pleased that Jack didn't think differently about his father, but her happiness was soon ruined when her son told them about what had happened to him in Africa. They knew about Angela’s betrayal, but they didn't know about Lavinia.

Which added someone else to the list of people Giselle wished to hurt. Of course, she wouldn't be able to do anything to Lavinia until she found the bitch in the afterlife, but Giselle would travel to hell and back to protect her boys.

After Jack had calmed down, he also revealed that he had been shot while the team was in Alaska. Giselle was furious that Chief Ripley didn’t think it was necessary to inform her and Milan about Jack’s injury, and she made sure the woman knew her opinion on the matter. Giselle was well known in the Navy and NCIS for her ability to scare anyone into submission, and she didn’t hold back when confronting Ripley. She was happy that they came to an understanding about the Bureau’s notification policy and that Ripley would be making changes to ensure that agents’ next of kin would be notified about all injuries sustained while in the field.

Later, Giselle and Milan would say goodbye to Jack and his team as they continued their mission to take down SOMBRA. And take them down they did! Giselle and Milan were almost glued to their TV as they followed the news coverage of the President’s kidnapping and the Bureau trying to find him. They were terrified when the US declared war on Russia but held on to the hope that Jack and the Bureau would find Hewett and stop World War III before it could happen. They celebrated when the news announced that the Bureau had saved the President and discovered the Vice President’s allegiance to SOMBRA. They were also happy to be notified by Ingrid about Jack getting shot (again!) and video-called their son once he was free to check on him.

Then they watched the Bureau be awarded the UN Peace Prize and couldn't have been prouder of Jack and his team’s accomplishments. They cried with their son when he told them that his teammate, Dupont, had passed away. They had only met the historian briefly, but they knew he had a good heart and was a wonderful man. So when Aslan (whom they had heard about from Jack but had never met) contacted Giselle and Milan about going to New York for the funeral, they immediately agreed and packed their bags.

Giselle and Milan (mainly Milan) fussed over Jack and his injury when they were reunited before attending Dupont’s funeral. They and the rest of the Bureau’s families who had visited stayed for about two weeks before returning home. Giselle and Milan promised Jack that he could stay with them after they found out the Bureau was being disbanded and were excited to have their son back with them after spending so much time apart. And no matter what adventure Jack’s life would take him on next, Giselle and Milan would love and support him through it all.

Story Information

First appeared: Call Me, Kill Me

Trivia

She is a combination of the Disney characters Kim Possible and Giselle Phillip

Her design is based on Kim Possible’s spy outfit

Her surname, Adams, comes from the actress who played Giselle in Enchanted and Disenchanted, Amy Adams

Her necklace was a gift from Jack when he was six. He got it for her because he thought she looked like a princess from his fairy tale book and claimed that "every princess needs a crown"

People assume Jack is Giselle's biological child, given how much he takes after her personality-wise. They only correct people when they need to know the truth, which is a rare occurrence

Links to my stories: The Case of the Criminal (Ao3/Wattpad) Killer Bay (Ao3/Wattpad) Where in the World are the Killers? (Ao3/Wattpad)