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[bussyslayer333]

Heart Out

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

pairing: jake seresin x penny’s niece!reader

word count: 2.8k

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

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

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

requests are open as always !!!

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

cowboy ❤️

come join me at the beach?

photo

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

You

are you not at work? ❤️

cowboy ❤️

annual dogfight football baby

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

You

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

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

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

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

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

cowboy ❤️

shut up

you’re not being serious right?

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

that emoji makes it seem like a joke

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

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

you

shush jake obv im joking

….we will talk later tho

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

cowboy ❤️

ur such a tease

you

see u soon flyboy <3

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, are you looking for Jake?”

You nod, spurring him on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wow..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, no thanks pal.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- honey :0

[justagalwhowrites]

CAN YOU WRITE A PRE-OUTBREAK ONESHOT WHERE JOEL TAKES CARE OF HER WHEN SHES SICK?? THAT WOULD BE SO CUTEE

Hi Bestie!

I know I said nothing new today but... I ended up with like 2 hours of writing time and decided to finally respond to an ask. I loved this prompt! Thank you SO MUCH - both for sending it in and (hopefully) patiently waiting for me to get to it. I love you!

Sick Leave

On a visit to Texas, you come down with appendicitis and Joel looks after his girl. Can be read independently, but is within the timeline of Lavender, found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader (Lavender reader)

Warnings: None :) Just fluff

Length: 2.1K

Late July, 2002

“And who’s he?” You asked, all but swallowed by the nest of pillows at the head of the bed. 

“That’s Sonny,” Sarah said, curled up beside you, her head on your shoulder. “He’s a mobster, he’s like… the dangerous guy in town?” 

“He’s kinda cute,” you nodded. Sarah’s nose crinkled. “What? If he grew a mustache he’d kind of look like your dad…” 

“Oh, ugh!” She elbowed your ribs lightly, the way she normally would if you hadn’t just had surgery. You winced. “Oh, crap! I’m sorry…” 

“It’s ok,” you adjusted a bit, the spark of pain already fading. “I asked for that, calling your dad cute and all.” 

“Yeah, you kind of did,” she agreed, adjusting, too, so she was snuggled in around your arm. “Plus if you think he’s cute, you should see his body guard, Jason. He’s… ugh, he’s just so good. Oh, look, see? There he is.” 

You giggled a little. 

“He is cute,” you conceded. “Think I like Sonny more, though…” 

“Ugh, you would,” she scoffed. 

Sarah watched the melodrama intently and you just rested your head against hers, enjoying the chance to snuggle a bit with your favorite kid. It had been an unusual visit to Texas this time around. Instead of trying to cram as much fun stuff into the few weeks you were down as you possibly could, you’d come down with appendicitis just after you got into town. That had meant no trips to Six Flags, no midweek beach trips, not even any matinees to watch movies in the comfort of overpowered air conditioning. 

But it had also meant Sarah giving you a thorough education on her latest summer obsession - a soap opera called General Hospital - and Joel, waiting on you hand and foot. 

“Baby Girl?” You heard the front door close as Joel came in. “You forgetting that conversation we had about boundaries again?” 

“No!” Sarah called, rolling her eyes. 

Joel came into the bedroom, a drink carrier with three Diary Queen cups in hand. He shook his head. 

“Sure looks like ya are,” he said, setting the ice cream on the dresser. “Thought we decided to give her some space? Make sure you’re not jostling that incision and giving her time to rest?” 

“But Dad!” She groaned. “I never get to do this…” 

“She’s right, you know,” you said as Joel passed you your Oreo Blizzard. “I’m usually too far away for good soap opera girl time and we’re usually a little too busy when I’m in town to keep up with all the goings on in… where is this again?” 

“Port Charles,” Sarah said. Joel handed her a milkshake with a roll of his eyes. 

“Port Charles,” you said, smiling up at Joel. “So this, really, is vital stuff. Plus, I’ve learned that Jason is, apparently, cute.” 

“Cute, huh?” He asked, getting his own ice cream from the carrier and delicately climbing in on the other side of you. 

“Oh yeah,” Sarah said. “I mean, have you seen him? Those arms!” 

“I do know a thing or two about liking men with nice arms,” you said, giving Joel a teasing look. He shook his head, grinning slightly. 

“Aren’t you a little young to be lookin’ at men’s arms?” Joel asked, leaning over you a little to look at his daughter. 

“Dad, I’m 13,” she rolled her eyes. 

“You’ve been 13 for a week,” he muttered. 

“13 is 13, love,” you took a bite of your Blizzard. “Better get used to it.” 

When Sarah got up to run to the bathroom during the commercial, Joel adjusted your pillows and tucked you against his side. 

“Seriously,” he said, his voice low. “You need to be resting, I can take her out of the house…” 

“Hon, I’ve been in bed for three days,” you smiled at him. “I am resting.” 

“Just worried about you,” he kissed your temple. “Scared the hell outta me…” 

He’d been like this since you’d gotten sick in the first place. 

The first few days of your trip had been fine. There was the ceremonial visit to your favorite Mexican place in town - always the first stop you made besides dropping bags off at Joel’s house. 

Sarah was old enough now that she could stay home on her own in the evenings, so you and Joel went with Tommy and a girl he was seeing - you hadn’t bothered to learn her name, you could already tell she wasn’t going to stick - to listen to music the night your flight got in. The next day you spent in the pool, watching Joel grill from the inflatable lounge chair he’d gotten just for you, margarita in hand. 

“You’re lookin’ mighty comfortable there, Baby,” he teased. 

You shrugged and sipped your drink. 

“Might just have to move in,” you said. “Poolside cocktail service is a really nice perk…” 

You woke up the next day feeling like shit. 

It was like a switch had flipped. You went to bed feeling fine - slightly tipsy, but fine. More than fine after Joel got done with you. And then, right around six in the morning, you were running to the bathroom to puke. 

“Shit, baby,” Joel was sitting on the bathtub next to you, one hand on your back, rubbing in broad circles between your shoulder blades, the other holding your hair in his fist. “Maybe I didn’t cook the chicken all the way through…” 

“When have you ever fucked up on the grill?” You asked, resting your cheek on your arm as it draped against the toilet seat. Joel’s eyes went a little wide. 

“You don’t think you’re…” he broke off. You raised your eyebrows and tried not to laugh. 

“Don’t think morning sickness, shows up two days after you sleep with someone,” you said. “And it’s been a few months since I was here over spring break, I think it would have started sooner than now if I were knocked up.” 

“Right,” he nodded, looking relieved. “Right…” 

“I just picked up a stomach bug at the airport,” you sighed. “Make sure you and Sarah wash your hands a TON, they’re nasty little fuckers…” 

You totally lost your appetite and a fever showed up that afternoon. Joel refused to keep his distance, sending Sarah to stay with Lizzy while he brought you a steady stream of Jell-o, chicken broth and popsicles. 

“You’re going to get yourself sick,” you said the second night you felt like crap. You were lying on your side, Joel wrapped around you, his broad shoulders enveloping you, his hand splayed over your stomach. 

“Don’t care,” he kissed the crown of your head. “Need you at least this close. You’re too fuckin’ far away all the time, not going to let a little stomach flu keep me from touchin’ you while I can.” 

You weren’t noble enough to fight him on it. You had nasty stomach cramps all day on top of everything else. Being held by Joel was about the only thing that made you feel better.

It was about four in the morning when the feeling in your stomach went from cramps to sharp, stabbing pain. It jerked you out of a sound sleep, your hand flying behind you to Joel’s hip, your nails digging into him as you fought to breathe through the agony of it. 

“Baby?” Joel’s voice was thick with sleep. “What’s goin’ on, you OK? Need somethin’?” 

“I think I need to go to the hospital,” you managed through gritted teeth. “I don’t think this is a stomach bug, I think it’s appendicitis…” 

Joel was wide awake then, rushing to put on a shirt and helping you sit up in bed. You winced as you moved, gritting your teeth, the pain sharp. 

“Hold on, Baby,” Joel tucked an arm below your knees and the other around your ribs, tugging you to his side. “I’ve got you…” 

He lifted you off the bed and carried you down the stairs as gently as he could, cradling your feverish body to his chest. He lowered you gingerly into the passenger seat of his truck and buckled you in before he drove to the hospital, going at least 10 over the speed limit the whole way. 

Joel paced the whole time you sat in the ER, going up to talk to someone at the nurses’ station every five minutes until they got you back to be evaluated. 

“Oh,” the doctor said as she looked at your stomach on an ultrasound. “We need to get you back now. Right now. This looks like it’s about to rupture.” 

“Shit,” Joel paced, like a caged animal. The second the doctor left to go arrange emergency surgery, he took your hand, holding it tight. 

“Baby,” you said, voice calm. “It’s an easy surgery, it hardly even counts as surgery, you don’t need to be worried…” 

“They were ready to leave you in the damn waiting room all day,” he frowned. “Then what would have happened?” 

“The surgeon would have had a harder job,” you said. “Joel, hon, it’s fine.” 

He was like that until they took you back for surgery, glaring at doctors and nurses as they whisked you away. 

When you woke up a few hours later, he was there, bouquet of daisies in his hands and a relieved smile on his face. 

“Do me a favor and try real hard to not scare me like that again,” he said, brushing your hair back from your face. 

“I’ll try my best,” you smiled a little. 

But ever since, he’d stuck close by.

“You know,” you said, looking up at him, poking at your Blizzard with the long, red spoon. “I was thinking…” 

“Always dangerous when it comes to you,” he said. You glared at him. 

“Anyway,” you said. “I was thinking… I should probably start doing a bit more. It’s been a few days, I’m feeling pretty good…” 

“Baby,” he sighed. 

“Come on,” you pouted a little. “I’m getting restless.” 

He sighed again. 

“What were you thinkin’?” 

You smiled. 

“Nothing crazy,” you said. “Just… could we do BBQ for dinner? Maybe try to go see a movie tomorrow? We haven’t made it to Men in Black II yet and Sarah really liked the first one…” 

“How about we start with the BBQ and see how you’re doin’ in the morning,” he kissed your temple. “Not gonna let you push it…” 

Joel made sure you had plenty of water and a book before he and Sarah went to pick up dinner, giving you a lingering kiss on your forehead as he left. 

They came home with enough BBQ to feed a small army and made you a plate with brisket and Mac and cheese, your favorites. But they also picked up Men in Black from Blockbuster, along with an ample supply of Mike and Ikes, popcorn and Sno-Caps. While you were getting cleaned up in the bathroom, Joel and Sarah set up the bed with three tray tables and a nest of pillows big enough for all of you to recline and watch the movie. He even lit a candle - lavender scented - on the nightstand. 

“Joel!” You gaped at him. “What’s all this?” 

“Figured we can do it up right,” he said, tucking you into bed and setting the tray table over your legs. 

The three of you had dinner and cuddled close in bed, laughing at Will Smith getting thrown around by aliens. Sarah fell asleep, her head against your shoulder. Joel put on When Harry Met Sally once the first movie ended. 

“I’m sorry this trip has been such a bust,” you said softly as he ran one hand gently up and down your arm. 

He frowned. 

“What are you talkin’ about?” He asked. “Hasn’t been a bust. You know how grateful I am this happened when you were here and not all the way in New York? How glad I am that I got to be the one to take care of you? I’d have been fuckin’ terrified, you all the way up there with just your grandmother to look after you, somethin’ like this happens. Besides, I’ve gotten to spend a week laying around in bed with my girls, not arguin’ with that.” 

You smiled a little. 

“Still,” you said. “Think we should try for the movie tomorrow. Not sure Sarah’s soaps are quite my speed.” 

“If you’re up for it,” he kissed your temple. “But if you need another day or two of rest, don’t fight it. Just let me look after my girl, OK?” 

You closed your eyes, content. 

“OK.” 

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this little drabble of Joel being all soft and caring! It was really fun to write him being all fluffy and worried.

For those wanting some insight into who they're talking about at the beginning, I give you Sonny Corinthos from General Hospital:

And Jason Morgan from General Hospital:

You know. For science.

I'm going to go ahead and tag the usual Lavender crowd here. I hope that's OK!!! I'm sorry if it's not and I hope it's not too annoying!

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[itsjaywalkers]

midweek snippet

thank u to my darling @sixlane for the tag MWAH <333

doing this almost a week late but well . i've been busy and also i kept forgetting about it.. anyways !! have some bartylily !! that will be published soon !!

“Oh, you’re just gonna be a coward about this? Run away? Real classy, Evans. Exactly what I expected of you.”  “Don’t worry, I’m sure we can continue this another day.”  Barty scoffs. “Sure. If you manage to fit me into that tight agenda of yours.”  “Hmm. Maybe next month.”  “Oh, fuck you.” “Right back at you,” she retorts softly, as if they’re just exchanging mere small talk.  “What about your table, huh?” Barty taunts, making a wide gesture with his hand.  “What about it?” “You gonna give it up? Just like that? After all the fuss you made about it?” Evans furrows her eyebrows slightly, as if she can’t understand where Barty is coming from, or why he’s being so dramatic about a fucking table. Oh, it’s making him feel positively insane.  “Like you said, it’s not like it’s actually my property.” She offers a half-hearted shrug. “You can have it today, and I’ll just sit somewhere else.”  “You’re so full of shit,” Barty mutters, shaking his head in disbelief.  “Yeah, okay,” Evans replies in a sigh, already turning around and walking away from him. “Goodbye, Crouch.”  “Go to hell, Evans!” he snarks back, glaring at the girl’s back and the pale hand she raises to wave at him. Someone shushes him a second later, and he gives the table the noise came from the middle finger without sparing it a glance.

no pressure tags: @carniferous @sommerregenjuniluft @veryinnovative @foursaints @poetskings @ninety-two-bees @honeybcj @mothbart <333

[lexa-griffins]

For Lexa's birthday, Clarke gives her an orgasm for every year she's been alive

It is tradition by now that Clarke will wake up Lexa with an orgasm on her birthday. After seven years of marriage and two babies together, Lexa can easily say it's one of her favorite traditions.

Lexa has the day off today. A midweek birthday always leaves room for little so she intends of celebrating it by just relaxing at home.

Or so she thought.

She's still deep in her slumber when the feeling of pleasure assaults her body. The unmistakable feeling of a toungue tracing the length of her opening, the electric feeling of a fingers who knows her so well circling her clit. She wakes up wet and dripping, her sleeping shorts half way across her legs along side her underwear and her wife’s messy blonde hair buried between her legs.

A particularly hard press of her thumb against her clit makes Lexa moan outloud.

"Shhh baby, the kids are still asleep." Lexa looks down to see Clarke lifting her head, chin already shining with Lexa's wetness.

Lexa hums happily at the sight, "hmm good morning love."

With ease, Clarke climbs over to Lexa, crashing their lips together, "Happy birthday, beautiful!"

Lexa kisses her back with a moan, tasting herself first thing in the morning, "Thank you, my love."

As Clarke kisses her way back to where she was before, Lexa arranges herself on the bed for more comfort, opening her legs fully for Clarke.

"Eager, are we?" Clarke asks, bitting Lexa's inner thigh.

"I'm allowed to be, it's my birthday." Lexa chuckles.

"The big thirty! How do you feel?" Clarke questions, her lips finding their way around Lexa's sensitive nub.

"Ol- ah!" Lexa tries before being stopped by a moan. "Old."

"You're not old hun." Clarke assures her, with one last suck on her clit, letting for of it with a pop that makes Lexa tremble and moan.

"Yes I - ah! - am!" Lexa continues just as Clarke buries her tongue inside of her. She won't last long now.

Clarke shakes her head but doesn't answer, too busy with the task at hand, a smirk playing on her lips when she can feel Lexa's wall clenching around her, seconds away from cumming.

Lexa falls against the mattress as her orgasm lets down finally, adoring the way Clarke makes sure to clean her with her tongue before kissing her way back to her lips.

"I love you so much, baby. Happy birthday! I can't wait to continue celebrating them with you until we're gray and old." Clarke whispers to her adoringly, making Lexa pull her down for a kiss.

It is mid kiss that she feels three fingers enter her without warning, making her moan against Clarke's lips, "Clarke!"

"I think you deserve an orgasm for every year you've lived. How about that baby?"

Lexa chuckles, "I doubt you can make it to thirty before the kids wake up and burts in here."

Clarke kisses her with a smirk, "hm, good thing I took the day off."

Lexa moans in response.

"Let's start we three now, we can work on the rest during the day."

True to her word, Clarke pumps her finger in and out until Lexa's ass is off the bed as she cums, Clarke's hands preventing her from squinting all over the bed.

She has barely recovered from her first two orgasm when Clarke's dick is gently massaging her from inside, Clarke strokes slow and long, knowing with how sensitive Lexa is, it'll be easier to bring her to her third orgasm.

Clarke is about to pull out as Lexa's reaches her climax when Lexa brings her back fully inside, her walls milking Clarke out of her own orgasm, filling Lexa up.

"Are you trying to go for a third baby, love?" Clarke asks with a kiss, still buried inside Lexa.

"Hmm, its my birthday, I get to pick my present."

"3 down, 27 to go."

"Hmm, I have filled day ahead"

"You think an old lady like you can handle it?"

[kyufessions]

salted caramel

synopsis: you have a tiny crush on the local starbucks barista

pairings: barista! kevin x college student! g.n. reader

word count: 1.1k

a/n: nothing but kevin moon barista brain rot ,, has me giggling right now idk y’all

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana

poetry wednesdays were starting to become kevin’s favorite day of the week. he’d be lying if he said there wasn’t a particular reasoning behind it, because frankly being able to hear a bunch of amateur poets as he takes coffee orders during a slow two hours was a calming end to his midweek shift. between being a full time college student in the arts and also being a full time barista, only certain days of the week work for him and wednesday’s just so happened to be one of those days for him. so every wednesday here he was: working a six hour shift in a starbucks that was in a barnes and nobles, in the middle of a random shopping center downtown.

and every wednesday around the same time, 5:15PM sharp, entered an exhausted looking you with your adventure time themed laptop bag and backpack full of books and school supplies. every wednesday you sat at the same table, ordered the same drink and salted caramel cookies, and typed away on your laptop for several hours till around 9PM. you never noticed anyone around you, always keeping to yourself and staying in your own personal bubble. but little did you know kevin would make sure no one took your table by setting a store sign on top of it, then removing it five minutes before you entered to ensure no one ever sat in your seat since you seemed to enjoy that particular one. whenever anyone did take your table, he would slip in an extra cookie into your bag as a personal ‘i'm sorry’ and secretly hoped you appreciated it.

being as observant as you are, you gradually started to realize that. to realize the overly friendly and cheerful barista who would slip you an extra salted caramel cookie into your bag whenever your table seemed to be occupied by others, and occasionally look over to see him catching a glimpse at you as he worked on a drink for a customer. if you didn’t find him as attractive as you did, you would find it creepy. but considering you found him quite attractive, you still found it creepy but just less creepy than you normally would. regardless, you started to pay more attention to the man. you started to notice his preppy attitude more, and take notice of the way his eyes would crescent whenever his smile would grow with his laughter. you even took notice of his name: kevin.

normally you’d prefer to sit at home and study away in your room, finding peace and quiet more comfortable for your social anxiety ridden self. but since it’s your last year of college, and you’ve basically hidden yourself away all three years, you’ve decided to put yourself out there by getting out more. since you love reading and coffee, and noticed poetry readings being advertised that were happening at your local barnes and nobles every wednesday, you decided that would be the perfect opportunity. so here you are several months later, doing exactly what you branched out to do but not having made any friends. but maybe a small crush on the smiley barista is a good start, you thought.

as you hopped off the bus, you stepped aside out of view of the starbucks window. pulling out your phone, you opened the front facing camera to check your hair and make sure you looked at least somewhat presentable after attending three lectures ranging between 8AM and 4PM. satisfied with your looks, you quickly shoved your phone in your pocket and made your way inside the store. you noticed how empty it seemed to be today, not too surprised since it is the middle of the week and you were an hour and a half early to the poetry reading. regardless, you made your way towards the starbucks and stood in line to place your order. looking into the bakery glass, you noticed the empty space of where the salted caramel cookies normally were. you pouted to yourself, looking at the other options they had. when you were ready, you stepped up to the counter and were greeted by the same friendly, handsome face.

“welcome back, the regular?” kevin questioned, his one hand getting ready to input your order as the other started to grab the venti sized cup.

you let out a soft laugh, fiddling with your thumbs. “if you mean a venti caramel ribbon crunch with two salted caramel cookies then yes, but you seem to be out.”

he shook his head as his eyes met yours, his hand reaching down the side of the counter and grabbing a bag filled with three salted caramel cookies. this is the first time kevin’s seen you smile, and for it to be at him is even more heart fluttering. he’d definitely be writing about this in his journal later- about how sparkling your smile is and how it seems to lighten up the room so effortlessly.

“how did you-“

“you've been coming here for the past three months straight every day, at the same time, and ordering the same items. it’s very easy to memorize, plus your beauty is hard to forget so of course i’d remember you.”

if you could, you’d hide your face in your hands from the reddening cheeks you knew were very prominent. you started pulling out your card before you saw the cash register open and close swiftly, then looking up to see kevin handing you the bag of cookies with a sheepish smile.

“it’s on the house, don’t worry. i’ll let you know when your drink’s ready.” all you did was nod and say thank you before making your way to your table, only to notice it occupied by a small group of people. you shrugged it off, making your way to another random table and taking out your laptop jumpstart early on an essay. pulling out a cookie to get a small bite in before typing your first word, you notice a small piece of paper in the bag and unfold it curiously.

maybe you can make this up for me by taking me out to dinner sometime soon? xxx-xxx-xxxx

taken aback, you didn’t even notice him approach you with your drink and place it next to the cookie bag. looking up startled, he took a small step back and shoved his hands into his apron pockets.

“sorry if i was too forward, i just figured i’d shoot my shot. if i made you uncomfortable in any way i’m sorry, that wasn’t my intentions, i just-“

“how does monday night sound?”

[theretirementstory]

25/08/2024. Bonjour à tous, I can’t believe that we are hurtling towards the end of August! Where has that month gone? My son had booked his flights out to me towards the end of July and it seemed ages until he was arriving and now it’s just over a week😱. I am so excited, I am like that dog chasing it’s tail 😂.

This week saw 43 years since I passed my driving test 🙈 and I still drive as if I am on the test!

Oyez, oyez, oyez, announcement of the week! “The Trainee Solicitor” is due a name change as with effect from 23 August he has been admitted as a Solicitor. That’s one of your dreams realised now “Mr Solicitor”, it’s great news, 🥳 from a proud mum.

My grandchildren are with “The Photographer” this weekend, being a bank holiday on Monday they will be spending an extra day with him but then he goes back to work on Tuesday and Grandad will be on childminding duties. It’s been a busy week for “The Photographer” as he had a midweek journey to photograph the Scarborough AFC match at Chorley. Last weekend one of his photos was used by BBC Sport so the photos are “getting out there”. As he was leaving work on Friday evening, he was told by a police motorcyclist to wait at the junction and to his surprise heading along the road, flanked by more police motorcyclists was a Mercedes car which he was sure contained “The Queen”. Apparently she made a surprise visit to the Ebor Festival at York Racecourse on the third day (Friday). What a lovely surprise for him to tell his children.

“The Recovery Coordinator” has had “the week from hell!” Everything that could go wrong has gone wrong and as her employment is running short-staffed anyway it has been a nightmare. Fortunately she only has one and a half days at work this coming week then she breaks up for her holidays. I am hoping against hope that this lovely weather we are having continues into the first week of September and that she can enjoy some relaxation in the sun.

“The Jetsetter” has been to Maidenhead, for a friends wedding. I do hope it was a fantastic day and that it was a nice break.

Now it’s back to “The Solicitor” who yesterday lunchtime went out to celebrate his fantastic news with his partner, father, brother, niece and nephew. What a celebration. I do hope there are no “thick heads” this morning.

My “Personal Shopper” has returned from holiday, he has been put to good use since he got back, not only did he do my shopping yesterday, but on Thursday he also pressure washed my patio, gates and the top of the letterbox. He then went to order my prescription from the pharmacy.

Monique celebrates her birthday today and I cannot believe that it is two years since I was sitting in her garden playing with her twin grandchildren who were only 7 months old at the time.

Anie has been down to see me, she brought figs, vine peaches and an apple. I thought she might have to do my shopping for me yesterday, however the Personal Shopper agreed to do it. I was pleased she could have a normal Saturday, visit the market and then on a balmy afternoon she was going to visit her garden.

I was up with the larks yesterday as I wanted to walk to the sunflower field down the road to take some photos for the children. We had a video call and my grandson wanted to see my house so I wandered round showing him around, his sister kept saying, I was in there, and sure enough she had been when Daddy brought her over last year. I think my grandson liked my garden if only because it had an airer like Mummy’s. He liked upstairs best, maybe because downstairs is a “work in orogress”, while I am preparing for the visitors.

I was in Paris on Monday, blimey could that driver make the car move! We were doing 160k/hr on a 130 road 🙈. We got there in good time and would have been home quicker if someone at the hospital had phoned and given the taxi office a departure time. I only needed a platelet transfusion my haemoglobin had increased a bit from the previous Friday.

I was then at Troyes on Friday where the platelets had dropped again but not as low as they had been. The haemoglobin had increased yet again but the doctor said it was probably due to one of the injections I have once a week. He said that is better than requiring a transfusion though. To try and sort out my low blood pressure, dosage of my blood pressure tablet has been reduced by half. I now feel like a new woman!

The cleaner has been again and I am going to type a list of jobs to be done weekly/monthly.

I baked a cake yesterday afternoon I don’t know why but I don’t seem to be enjoying some of these foods at the moment.

When my visitors have gone back home, I am going to sort out lots of stuff for the charity shop, decheterie (tip) and anything which could be useful to some of the refugee places.

I had a package arrive from Worcester which included a tea towel, a penguin pin for a coat or jacket and a small penguin “pebble” to keep in my pocket. The penguins have been around the city, lots of them, large and small, doing “The Waddle”.

Then I received a gift from the Îles d’Oleron which was a bag containing some salt, caramel chip biscuits, puffed rice coated in chocolate and caramel plus a lavender bag which smells divine. I have lots of these in wardrobes, drawers etc.

I read in the local newspaper that the fountain which was due to be installed in front of the Town Hall and up and running by July, had been slowed down due to the discovery of an air raid shelter! This work will now be completed during September. I guess that is when everyone is back from holidays.

I had messaged Nicolas (the gardener) to come and cut the lawn and hedges. He said he would try to come and mow on Friday but I guess he must be a busy man as he never came. As he passes my house on his way home he tends to do my jobs if he has finished jobs early and would otherwise go straight home.

I also messaged the roofer, I had phoned and left a message, sent a text message and then sent an email. With the lack of response I can only assume 🙄 that he is on holiday.

I also messaged the plumber who never responded. I don’t think he is on holiday as I have seen his van in the area. Will ring and speak to him I think next week.

Then, I had put off contacting the man to clean the outside walls of the house as I hate speaking on the phone. Anyway I sent a text, he replied saying he is on holiday but will contact me on Sunday. I guess 50% success rate isn’t too bad.

Although my life is still dictated by the hospital visits, I am happy to be dealing with other things I wanted to do. Having a walk is making me feel much better and not being out of breath or as wary, which I have to be but not to the extent that I am wrapped in cotton wool.

It’s difficult to think up songs that have meant something to me over the years. However, I just remembered this one, it’s Lady Love Me (One More Time) by George Benson which was released in 1983.

I can’t believe I haven’t had a song by this next singer, there are a few which I absolutely love but I have chosen this particular song as it reminds me of holidays, being on the night train from York to Bristol (Temple Meads) then a change onto the train to Penzance in Cornwall. It was in the days when trains had compartments (I loved those trains). It was the first time I had been to Cornwall but it was not to be the last time. My sister was coming up three years old and the only bit of the song she could (nearly) sing was “working all day, all day, all day”. The song is Matthew & Son by (as he was then) Cat Stevens and the year was 1967.

Have a good week until next week.

[soaps-hoe-141]

Back Together

To everyone that has liked and reblogged and followed up to this point I truly love you. I've never done this before and certainly never posted any fanfic before so all the love has made me so happy. I've been smiling like an absolute idiot the past five days now, thank you everyone.

Part 5

Pairing: Soap x Ghost

WC: 3.6k

Synopsis: Sad boi hours inbound but it's ok we can fix him

Warnings: Self harm, parents that don't know when to shut up, general blood and gore descriptions

It had been a week since the team had been given approval to leave the base, two days after the Captain had run them all near to death for the stunt they had pulled. At least Price had somehow gotten the whole issue with Konig squared away though none of them really knew how he had done it. The Captain had told them they could go do whatever it was that they wanted and they’d meet back on base in a week. It was a leave that they were given freely and that they were more than happy to take, it wasn’t often that you got a week off to go home and relax. But by the time midweek arrived the 141 group chat was lighting up with everyone except for the man who typically ran their conversations. They were all chomping at the bit except for Soap, the Scotsman was abnormally absent. As per tradition when coming off leave, sunday night the guys had met at the bar that was equidistant from all of their apartments but Soap never showed up and they didn’t stick around long after that. The smiling, good-natured Scotsman was the glue of their little family, he steered most of their conversations, he always made sure to engage them all in something they enjoyed talking about, and he was always prepared to give them a quick laugh. Without him the conversations were empty, boring, and the laughs were absent.

As Monday morning rolled around and they were set to meet at 0700 they were all a little worried that Soap wasn’t there by 06:30. Typically he was ready to go thirty minutes before they were supposed to be, the only person who ever showed up before him was the Captain but even that was only a few minutes before. Gaz was the only one who ever showed up chronically late and even he was there by 06:50. At 06:58 they spotted a disheveled Sergeant MacTavish sprinting around the corner of a building. His mohawk was in dire need of a fresh cut, his beard was in no better shape, he was pulling down the hem of his shirt like he was only just now putting it on, and he was holding one shoe in his hand the other which was at least on his foot but had yet to even be tied. He sprinted over to the group, already huffing in air even though workouts hadn’t even started yet. They all watched as Soap stopped a few yards away to pull his shoe on and then lace the both of them. When he was done he joined them, and they all expected something from him, anything really would have done but he stayed awkwardly quiet as they all looked at him. The Captain gave him a narrow eyed look before asking slowly, “You ok, Soap?”

The Sergeant gave a quick nod, “I’m fine, sir.” The reply was short and terse, their good-natured Scotsman sounded more like Ghost right now than any of them were comfortable with, especially Ghost. But every single man there was afraid to press those buttons, to ask him what was really wrong. He didn’t even come equipped with his usually beaming smile, he was devoid of a smile altogether. 

Instead of pressing it further though the Captain simply nodded, continuing to watch him for a few more seconds as Soap stared past him seemingly lost in thought now. “Come on boys, we’re only doing five kilometers today and then some sparring later.” Quick yes sirs from all of them and the four men took off, matching Price’s pace as they ran in sync.

Gaz was beside Price in the front with Soap and Ghost paired up a pace behind. They were halfway into the run, Ghost occasionally flicking his eyes to Soap who typically would have been cracking jokes and keeping subdued smiles on their faces through the whole run by now but this time he stayed eerily quiet. The Lieutenant said quietly, “Missed you at the bar last night.”

Blue eyes slid slowly to find Ghost to his right before Soap answered, “Sorry Lieutenant. I was busy.” Again the terse response drew out a narrow eyed look and the sound of his full rank coming out of Soap’s mouth quite nearly made Ghost flinch, Gaz was glancing back at him now as he listened and Price looking to Gaz for some kind of answer. Typically Soap would have found the staring uncomfortable, he had no problem with being the center of attention but having three men staring you down like you had shit on your face was cause to squirm. Usually anyway. Instead Soap’s mind was lightyears away, the man was running on autopilot and his communications systems had shut down leaving room for only two to three words per sentence if he could even manage that.

The fear to press those buttons and dig deeper to pull him out of his mind was still glaringly present though. Pushing yourself into a soldier’s mind was a dangerous thing, if you cracked those carefully constructed walls that allowed them to forget they might never recover. But Soap had been fine coming out of the mission, he had not seemed the least bit upset once they had gotten out of the desert. He had been tired of course but it wasn’t unusual for him to sleep so long after missions, it was part of his process and they had all seen it at work many times following their more physically taxing missions, everyone had their ways of dealing with things. But this facade, this mask that Soap had donned was nothing any of them had witnessed before. There had never been a time the Scotsman was unwilling to talk and smile and crack jokes, he had been hesitant on occasion but never just completely absent from their conversations.

The run seemed to take hours without the talking, weighing on all of them now as they all laced their fingers behind their heads. Except for Soap who crossed his arms over his chest and waited quietly for whatever the next order would be. The man wasn’t even breathing all that hard, he seemed mostly indifferent to it all now. Price beckoned them all to follow and so they did, heading inside the mostly empty gym and to a sparring mat on the floor. Price looked at Soap and beckoned him forward with a finger, watching the Scotsman step onto the mat. The Captain gestured for Gaz next and the other Sergeant did so as well. Finally Price said, “Alright go for it.” 

The speed at which Soap attacked first was blinding, he was a shorter and stockier man than the others but most of his strengths still lied, well in his strength. He was well built with corded muscle across his body. None of them had seen that kind of speed from him before today, and especially not the aggressiveness in every strike he threw. Soap’s punches were barely blocked by Gaz, and when Gaz was so preoccupied with keeping a punch off he didn’t expect the strong arms to lock around his body, his grip seemed to be made of iron then as Soap threw Gaz over his head. The other Sergeant was thoroughly winded but it wasn’t over yet. Soap was quick to stand watching as Gaz tried to as well before his arms locked around Gaz’s neck in a chokehold. The man was like a snake when he got Gaz to a knee. His legs wrapped around Gaz’s ribs  forcing the winded Sergeant to fall backwards. Soap’s back hit the ground but his grip stayed iron clad around Gaz’s neck. Every time the man let out a breath the hold tightened even more, Soap’s thighs like a crushing weight around the other man’s ribs. He couldn’t break the hold and finally Price called it, the Scotsman immediately let go as Gaz tried to catch his breath while laying back on Soap’s stomach, arms weak for a few seconds while his brain recouped the oxygen he had lost.

The Captain helped Gaz up then, glancing over as Ghost offered Soap a hand up. At least he took it, there was no malice in his actions or at least none that anyone else could see. It was simply a means to an end, the quickest and easiest way for him to end the sparring match. Soap wasn’t even looking at any of them anymore, his eyes had drifted to the far wall, his mind back in a loitering pattern until he was given another order. They didn’t spar much longer after that though before Price let them go to do whatever they wanted. Soap slowly made his way to the punching bags as he left the group behind, Ghost quietly following him as stealthy as he always was.

Soap didn’t bother with wrapping his hands up, that would take time and energy that wasn’t needed. Besides he could hear that voice in the back of his mind now since Price wasn’t there to fill the silence, it told him that he deserved it, that he deserved the pain and if he hurt his hands it was a just payment to stop the exhaustion and pain of his mind at least for a short time. The punches started out slow, controlled, and part of a pattern but it soon degraded. That was when the hits sped up, his fists connecting with more and more power and less downtime. The pain built with each strike and shut his thoughts up, closing his mind down for longer and longer as the pain increased. His fist connected and searing pain rushed through him. It lit his brain up with something other than the degrading thoughts he had been plagued with since he went to see his family on leave. The pain itself was a relief, a way to keep himself from losing his mind when the degradation became too much.

Soap’s mind was only on the punching bag and the relief it brought until he pulled back his arm about to strike even harder when a hand caught the inside of his elbow ripping away his momentum. The Sergeant seemed to be pulled out of the smoke then, looking around with an expression other than neutral for the first time that day. Confusion was written on his face as he followed the arm attached to the gloved hand all the way up to Ghost’s masked face. The Lieutenant stared at him for a few moments before asking, “What the hell is wrong with you, Johnny?” It wasn’t accusing as he had expected, it was worry stamped into his tone wanting to know what could possibly have happened to make Soap do this to himself.

Blood decorated his knuckles, his fingers already bruising and the pain lingered now for much too long despite the relief it was still bringing his tortured mind. “N-Nothing Lieutenant, I’m fine.” Ghost’s eyes widened and he could see his eyebrows raise even through the mask. Before he said anything more though Ghost glanced about the gym, taking note of the people before he jerked his head in a beckoning gesture and brought Soap along with him.

They exited the gym into the mostly empty parking lot, the only ears though were those of the sleeping cars. They moved through the parking lot until they made it to Ghost’s truck, black just like everything else he owned. He turned on the Sergeant then, eyes much more harsh now, “You are not fine, Soap. What’s wrong?”

Soap looked past the balaclava then and to the grassy bank behind him until he shifted his head to find Soap’s gaze once more, a look of expectancy written there. “I don’t know what you want me to say Lieutenant, but I’m fine.”

“Someone who is fine does not do this to themselves, Johnny,” Ghost reached down grabbing Soap’s wrist and pulling it up to show the Sergeant the damage he had caused.

“I didn’t- I don’t know- I didn’t have any-” his mind was faltering now. Seeming to short circuit as he tried to produce a sentence to explain away the bloody knuckles and the fiery pain there. He couldn’t though, he had been running on autopilot for too long now and his mind had seemingly forgotten how to speak. The exhaustion that had been hidden behind a careful mask was suddenly too visible in his eyes and the lines of his face. A wince of pain found his features as the pain in his hands finally registered as what it really was instead of the relief he had been imagining.

Ghost was watching him with a hard look that seemed to soften with every failed attempt to start a sentence. He shook his head, staring hard at the shorter man before he said, “Stop.” It was a simple order that the Scotsman followed easily enough. The tall man was still holding Soap’s wrist when he instructed, “Deep breath in Johnny,” Soap followed the order again holding his breath until Ghost said, “And then let it out.” He waited, letting Soap copy him a few more times before asking again, “Now, what is wrong Johnny?”

“Lieutenant-”

Ghost cut him off before he even got another word out, “And stop calling me that or are we being more formal because I can always call you Sergeant MacTavish if you want.”

“No, I’m sorry Ghost it’s just been. Well it has been a long week.” Soap sighed, reaching up with his free hand to rub at his forehead a bit, flinching away from the contact immediately when the pain flared in his hands.

“I’m listening,” Ghost leaned against the side of the truck watching Soap as he sorted through his mind trying to figure out where to begin.

Surprisingly it didn’t even start on the mission like Ghost had been afraid it would. “I went to see my family on leave, stayed with my parents and stuff. I shouldn’t have done it, I love them Ghost I do I swear it, but sometimes they just know right where to stick me. Kept asking me about work and then couldn’t understand why I couldn’t tell them. Mom was asking me why I wasn’t married yet, didn’t have any grandkids to bring home to her, not even so much as a girl I was dating, even more so than usual. Said I should be settling down like-like-like my brother or somethin. And my dad, well he’s my bloody father so everything was ‘Did you move out of that shitty apartment yet, John?’ ‘Got a house yet, John?’ ‘At least tell me you aren’t going to be driving that piece of shite car you’ve had since you were sixteen for much longer.’ ‘Oh John, you should look into the private sector, the pay is ten times what you’re making now.’ He just wouldn’t shut up about the whole bloody thing, Ghost. And then mom brought over fuckin Penny from down the road like I haven’t known her my whole feckin’ life. Chan eil fios agam dè bha i an dùil, ach thuirt mi ri Penny nach robh ùidh agam agus thug mama dìreach air ais mi gu leanabh beag.” He had switched to Gaelic without even realizing it, his anger pouring out like a faucet now that Ghost had unclogged the pipes. His rant continued for nearly five minutes with the Scotsman not even realizing he was telling Ghost every little detail of the week long leave and every thing that went wrong, and he said every bit of it in Gaelic so that Ghost had no idea what the hell he was really even saying. The tall man just kept leaning against the truck though, nodding along like he understood everything, his arms crossed over his chest while Soap paced back and forth two paces one way and two paces the other nearly shouting a couple times.

By the time he finished he was nearly out of breath and Ghost waited a moment to see if he had anything more to say. When it was obvious he wasn't going to say anymore Ghost asked, “So that’s why you didn’t come to the bar last night? And why you’ve been ignoring the group text?” Soap’s eyes shot up from where he had been looking at the lines on the ground then before darting away with a slow shake of his head. “Well why didn’t you show up then? You started the tradition, it's only right that you’re there.”

Soap hesitated then before he looked down with a little shrug and muttered, “I didn’t think you wanted me to be there.”

Ghost gave him another hard eyed stare that had Soap looking back to the grassy bank behind Ghost again. Until Ghost reached a hand up to the unshaven jaw moving Soap’s eyes back to his own. “Why would you ever think we don’t want you there? We only ever show up because of you Soap. Without you there isn’t really much reason for us to be there.”

Soap looked at his reflection in the shining paint of the black truck before he answered, “I don’t know. I guess my parents just got in my head. I tried to tell them more than once that I was happy, I have you guys and you are my family, but they just kept telling me I was putting too much into it. And you know maybe they’re right, I mean I’m loud, annoying, I say stupid shite all the time, there isn’t really much I bring to the team except for the occasional good shot. I mean I-” The air smacked out of his lungs as Ghost pulled him forward with a jerk, his arms squeezing tight around his ribs and very nearly strangling him with the force of the hug. It was surprising and warm and just what he needed when all he could think about was every stupid thing he had ever done or said or every time he had ever screwed up. The Sergeant returned the hug then, feeling himself melt against the Lieutenant. Before he even knew he was doing it his eyes dripped with tears, and Ghost was content to hold him there when Soap’s face pressed into his shoulder to hide what he could no longer control. It nearly made the big man cry too, feeling Soap’s body jerk with sharp inhales as he tried his best to hide the quiet sobbing. It was a sadness Soap had never dealt with before. Typically he had just let it run its course, accepting he would feel like shit for however long it took until his mind righted itself. But to acknowledge those thoughts and those feelings, well it was more than he knew how to process especially when Ghost was sitting here in the middle of a nearly empty parking lot holding him tight like he would break apart if he ever let go.

The time was lost on him while Ghost felt every second, letting Soap feel the emotions he had never allowed himself to. Slowly he pulled away, Ghost’s hold on him loosening until Soap backed up leaning back to find the truck with a hand and turning his face away immediately so Ghost couldn’t see the tears. They had soaked his shoulder until he could feel it through his shirt but somehow it felt more demeaning, made him feel like a weak child, if he let the other man see that. He gave a soft chuckle and shook his head, “Sorry about that Lt. I didn’t mean to spring that on you. Like I said, it was a long week.”

Ghost watched him for a moment and Soap’s face burned as the gaze bore into him. “Don’t be sorry, it’s fine.” He watched Soap nod but still the shorter man refused to look back at him, instead staring at the door of the gym as if waiting for someone to exit.

The blue eyed man wiped his face quickly giving Ghost a quick smile, it still didn’t reach his eyes but it was a smile at least, an attempt. “I should go, Ghost. I need to get out of here, you know?”

The tall man nodded, hands shoving into his pockets before he gestured to his truck with his chin, “Get in, I’ll give you a ride.” He pulled his keys out, both listening as the doors unlocked.

Soap turned a confused glance towards him, “No you don’t have to do that. My car’s here, and you’ve got things to do today. I’ve got it Ghost.”

The Lieutenant who had already opened his door and was about to get in turned his head quickly back towards Soap as if the man had just insulted him. “You shouldn’t be alone right now. I’ll pick you up tomorrow on the way over here, we have to be here at the same time anyway. Get in.” He pointed to the passenger side then, waiting until Soap moved before the big man climbed inside as well.

Soap turned to look at the old car he had, had since he was a teenager and sighed before he nodded and moved around the truck to get in. “Do you mind if we stop at the market? I don’t have anything for this at home.” The Scotsman held up his bruised and bloody hands. Ghost’s eyes stared at them a bit too long before he reached behind him and pulled out a medkit like the ones they brought with them on missions. He let it drop into Soap’s lap and they were rolling out of the parking lot as the Sergeant stared down at the kit with a smile on his face. You could always count on Ghost to be prepared right?

[oedipusted]

Part 2 of blown cover story.

I wasn't sure how many people my sister had told. She said almost everyone, but that could be exaggeration. She told a few I'm sure, and those will tell a few, but at least my secret won't be known far and wide. However, more and more people when they encounter me ask about and comment or talk about my Mom. This was happening more and more. I desperately tried changing subject, but the persons talking to me immediately changed it back to my Mom. Me changing subject I guess made me appear to be guilty I guess. in hindsight.

Around this same time and after, rumors and gossip were multiplying and spreading like wildfire. Every day it seemed 4 or 5 new gossip stories and 5-10 or more new rumors about Mom and I dating/being involved as lovers popped up and started spreading. This went on daily for a few months. During this time, my aunt (who lives on the other side of my home state called me on the phone...the phone at Mom's house of course). My aunt (my Mom's sister) kept saying "I hear you have a new girlfriend. Tell me all about her" I kept saying "No I do not have a girlfriend". "No I truly do not." (Oh did I sound nervous/scared as I talked.). Mom and my Sister are within earshot. After several denials from me, my aunt said "I know you have aa new girlfriend you are super serious about.". "NO NO NO" said I. "My aunt said "Nonsense dear. I know for a fact you have a girlfriend. I am talking about your mother, er... your girlfriend... er your mother. Your mother/girlfriend, she is who I am talking about." I had to explain to my aunt all about it. Next day my aunt from Dad's side of family called, same thing. I had to explain.

Two nights later, my Mother and I are in the midst of a very passionate love making session at around 2:30 AM, in my Mother's bed (it is a midweek night). Suddenly the phone beside Mom'ss bed rings. We ignore it of course. A minute of two later it rings again, in the midst of a thrust stroke I absently mindedly pick up the phone and say breathlessly "Hello. This is Ted Jr. We were in bed". Uh-oh. It is my aunts. Major Uh-oh. They both start talking, and say "Imagine talking to you at 2:30 in the morning, in your Parent's house, and apparently in your Mother's bed to boot, haha. May we speak to her". Major Uh-oh. I say "Yes, here Mom" and quickly hand the phone to Mom, who speaks into it immediately... Major major Uh-oh!! Yes we gave ourselves away. This must have been popular, because a majority of over nights friends, acquaintances, strangers neighbors would call during night. If Mom answered they would want to talk to me, saying they know I am here. If I answered, common response was "Aha, I knew it. I KNEEEEW IT! May I speak to your mother". Oh yeah, we were pretty busted.

During this time, more and more rumors were formed about Mom and I. More and more gossip flew. Our small town and small and larger towns//cities in ssurrounding area seemed to have lots of people who knew. These rumors/gossip also caused others who were not sure it was true, to try to see us or catch us . Oh man oh man oh man. To me it seemed almost everyone knew. Apparently my sister told way more people than I first assumed. And those many people told many other people. If those people had not heard, now they had heard. If people already knew, hearing all the additional gossip and rumors simply confirmed that the gossip and rumors were ALL TRUE!! Part 3 (tonight later) will be about our cover completely being blown, more people finding out, Mom and I getting caught "in the act" a few times,and how that kead to the blog I have today.

[pantsaretherealheroes]

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(i have tried to post this THRICE and tumblr is being a bitch about it, snippets under the cut)

this is from a new au that i'm doing alongside my other bosh one, inspired by the movie stranger than fiction that i rewatched recently (it's great)

snippet one:

“You realise if people aren’t paying taxes, we get anarchy. Are you an anarchist?” Eddie asks, and maybe this is guy is getting to him more than expected. Maybe it’s been a weird fucking couple of days. Either way, it’s throwing him off.

“Maybe,” Evan Buckley says, a twinkle in his very blue eyes. “What do you think?”

“Well, if you’re anarchist, I assume you’re with a group,” Eddie continues, somehow feeling like he’s been lead into a trap.

“An anarchist group?” Evan Buckley says slowly, leaning forward. "Like them meeting up and organising together?"

Eddie feels like he should move backwards, or something. He doesn’t. “Yeah. Like, anonymous, or whatever.”

Evan Buckley doesn’t look away, and drops his voice. “Wouldn’t that kinda defeat the whole point?” he stage-whispers slowly.

Eddie doesn’t say anything for a moment, distracted by a smudge of flour on Evan Buckley’s cheek.

Another timer goes, and Evan Buckley smiles and turns to go back to the table where he was rolling out dough.

Eddie could perhaps imagine Evan Buckley as a revolutionary –

“Not now,” Eddie can’t help himself muttering.

That fucking voice was back.

“What?” Evan Buckley asks, looking up.

– his thick, muscular arms hoisting protest signs and banners; his long, long legs helping him and his friends run from police –

“Uh, nothing,” Eddie says, weakly. He takes some comfort in the fact that Evan Buckley can’t hear the narrator, that it seems just to be him. But not that much.

Eddie wasn’t the kind of man given to daydreams or fantasies, so he tried his best to remain professional in the moment. He of course, failed.

Eddie is in hell, apparently. The Catholic Church was right all this time, and it was either the premarital sex or the…other thing that had landed him here.

He watched Evan Buckley swipe a hand through his messy brown curls, getting flour in his hair, as if time had slowed to half its usual pace. He continued to watch him knead dough with those muscular arms, around which snaked all manner of tattoos – coloured florals, two bicep lines similar to one Eddie had hidden under the dark suit, lines of what seemed to be cursive text, more tattoos than Eddie would’ve dreamed of ever having, but wow, the way they looked on him – and work it gently with his fingers, and couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to have his cheek touched that gently by those fingers, and to touch that stubble to his own skin. He couldn’t help imagine what it would feel like to have those big hands and arms kneading his body, only skin between them –  

snippet two:

“My apologies,” the woman says, curtly. He doubts she means it. “My name is Athena Grant. Your publishers hired me to help you.”

Bobby frowns. “Oh, that’s today?”

“From today,” Athena amends. She’s very commanding, in her manner. Confident, but not showy. An interesting character.

“So, you’re here to spy on me?” he asks, annoyed.

Athena purses her lips into a thin line. “I’m here to help you, Mr. Nash. With finishing the book. I can talk plot points with you, characterisation, or I can get you what you need to write.” She pauses, staring at him with her sharp eyes. He almost can’t look away. “Provided it’s legal. The publishers have informed me of your history, and I will not disclose that to another soul. But I will not tolerate any of that while we work together, is that understood?”

Bobby snorts. “Sure, but I’m clean. I don’t even drink, and that’s legal. I just have the cigarettes, now.”

“I guess that’s a fair compromise,” Athena replies. She’s quite beautiful, actually, now he’s been focusing on her for a moment. Beautiful and severe. Her stoic expression is made of granite, impossible to crack.

“I don’t need an assistant,” Bobby mutters.

Athena’s lips become even thinner. “Good, because I’m not one. I am a creative partner, here to support you, but I won’t stand for disrespect.”

Bobby climbs down off the table. “Noted.” He watches her. “So, you’re here to support me, and to report back because my publishers think I have writer’s block.”

Athena looks unfazed, of course. “Do you?”

Bobby doesn’t answer. He’s not sure. “What do you think about leaping off a building?”

Athena’s eyebrows constrict, but her mouth stops looking so severe. “I don’t think about that.”

“Sure you do,” Bobby retorts. “Everyone does.”

“Well, I certainly do not,” Athena replies coolly.

Bobby grabs another cigarette, and his lighter. “I read this very fantastically depressing book recently, and there was this photo in it, old, called The Leaper.”

He takes a drag off the new cigarette.

“It was a woman, taken from above, who’d just jumped. There was blood fanned out around her head like a halo. I mean, her legs were buckled underneath, and her arm was snapped like a twig. But her face was just…so serene. So at peace. And I think it’s because when she jumped she could feel the wind against her face.”

He blinks, snapping out of it. “I don’t know how to kill Eddie Diaz. And that’s why they sent you.”  

“Well, I can help you with that,” Athena says. “It’s my job.”

Bobby gets up, walking over to the window. “Well, sure, but as much as I’d like to, I can’t just throw Eddie off a building. It wouldn’t make sense, he’d never kill himself.”

Athena picks up the ashtray and brings it over to him. He finds himself putting it out.

She fixes him with a stare. “Mr Nash, I’ve been doing this for fifteen years. I’ve helped more than twenty authors complete around thirty-five books, and I’ve never missed a deadline. And I’ve never had to ask for more time.” She pauses. He doesn’t look away. “I care about the work. I will make your book what I eat, sleep and breathe. I work full time hours and will be available to you as much as possible, until the last bit of punctuation is embedded on the last page.”

Bobby frowns.

Athena is unmoved. “I do not like loud music. I will not abide narcotics.” She pauses, and he knows she means everything she’s saying by the intent look in her eyes. “And I will gladly, and remorselessly, help you find a way to kill Eddie Diaz.”

Bobby rubs a hand over his stubble. He probably needs a shower. “Alright. Let’s figure out how to kill a man.”

[unitedbydevils]

Match Review: Everton 0-3 Manchester United

VIVA GARNACHOOOOOOO

A worldie of a goal. 100% Goal of the Month for United and in the EPL. Probably Goal of the Season for United, and maybe the EPL. Surely a contender for the Puskas Award too - a cross going away from goal, bicycle kicked back inwards, far top corner, over a full stretch Pickford. Unreal.

United haven't beaten anyone in the league by more than one goal this season, so seeing young Alejandro hit this in the 3rd minute was a fantastic start - but one Ten Hag will want to work on for the future. Statistically, United were slightly worse in possession - and peppered by the Everton attack. 3-0 shows we were more clinical, but United's issue is chance creation and the decision making and routines in the creation process.

Garnacho showed his true quality, but it was Kobbie Mainoo who stole the show in truth. The young versatile midfielder is akin to Bellingham in that he can play CAM, CM and DM, and today he played deeper and offered United the composure and reliability that has escaped us all season. A dependable player in possession? What's one of those?

Of course, being so starved of genuine quality football, it was mere minutes before United fans, pundits, writers and more jumped on the hyperbole train - and rightly so.

The frustration is that we have a young, albeit very talented player, showing up most of the rest of the first team. United's goals have mostly come from a for-sale Scott McTominay and an ageing (now injured) Casemiro - who may or may not be off to Saudi in the summer. It's not good enough that United's forwards aren't scoring and our midfielders aren't passing. Ironically our defenders, for all their mistakes, are holding the line defending.

A great penalty from Marcus Rashford and a deft finish from Anthony Martial sealed the win for United in the second half and gave United's forwards some actual goals on their CVs in a season that sees us just two points off Ange Postecoglou's incredible Spurs and six points off top - despite having had more injuries than a battlefield and five defeats already.

There's no time to get giddy though. Next up is a midweek must-win game away in Turkey to Galatasaray, with a suspended Marcus Rashford. Here's hoping Garnacho and Mainoo dominate again.

[mycryptosuite]

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Just wrote the first chapter of my Flower shop and tattoo parlor AU for Hangster and Icemav.

Everyone is kind if aged down, just so I find it a bit easier to write for them :)

Here it is if you wanna read it.

It's only 1012 words. It's pretty small

There was something enticing about the smell of flowers for Jake. As soon as he stepped through the door, he felt at home.

“How are you today, Jake?”

Tom was the store manager or Iceman as everyone called him. Despite being a few years older than Jake, he didn't act like it.

I'm fine, Iceman. But you know how much I like the name Hangman."

"Get it tattooed on your body. Like your wrist. That way you can show me every time I mess up.”

"When is my next free day?”

“Friday.”

The store wasn’t going to open until nine, and it was only eight thirty.

“Think we're gonna be busy today?"

"It's Wednesday. It's midweek, so I don't think we'll be getting too many."

Thirty minutes passed very quickly in Jake's mind. Iceman was in the back office, doing paperwork, while Jake was stuck manning the desk.

Jake heard the bell ring at the door, but didn't bother greeting the person. He'd give the customer a few minutes to look around before he'd ask any questions.

Jake heard the footsteps stop and start again regularly, and even pacing back at some points. Once a few minutes had passed, Jake stood out of the counter and found the customer.

"Good morning sir,"

The man looked away from the flowers and turned to Jake.

"Anything particular today?"

The man was shorter than Jake, he had dark brown hair and green eyes.

"Not really. Is there anything that kind of symbolizes "love" and things like that?"

"There are plenty of flowers with a meaning of love. Any particular color?"

"Blue?"

"Forget-me-nots. They are a very pretty blue, and mean true love, And as the name suggests, hope to never be forgotten."

"Any white ones? That I can take with the blue? They like ice."

"White lilacs. Go great with bouquets and represent youth and purity."

"Great. How much?"

"$25. Just come to the counter while I get your flowers. Is a black ribbon okay?"

"Yeah. Are there cards at the front desk?"

"Mhmm!"

Jake got the flowers and wrapped the ribbon around the stems, holding them together.

The man handed over exact cash, and finished writing the card.

"Who's it for? If you don't mind me asking."

"My partner. We've been dating for six months and I'd like to show that I have been paying attention to dates."

Jake chuckles at the statement. He definitely struggles with dates.

"Well, I'm sure they'll love them."

The man smiles and puts the cards in the flowers. Promptly leaving the store, bell jingles being the only thing that followed.

Four o'clock came faster than Jake expected it to. He dealt with fewer customers than he usually does.

But he expects in two weeks time, the store will be getting busier since it will be closer to February.

Jake turns off the open sign and heads down to Ice's office.

"Hey Ice. Just letting you know I'm heading out."

"Cool. See you tomorrow."

Jake nods and exits the store. Heading down the street he has seen so many times in his years here in California.

He passes the Cafe, run by Phoenix and Bob. Halo comes to help sometimes as well. Jake likes going there, not only to hang out with his friends, but because he actually likes their coffees.

He passes the restaurant owned by Fanboy and Payback. He eats there sometimes. But he doesn't get a discount, which is why he doesn't visit often. How much do you think Jake makes in a week?

Coyote and Omaha don't work in California, but they do own a bakery in Utah.

Then he passes the new tattoo shop. Jake's always wanted a tattoo, but his momma said he always had to be sure this is what he wanted.

He decided to walk in, see who works here, and really see if getting a tattoo is really worth it.

A bell rings above his head as enters. The walls are covered in sketches and tattoos. Jake walks up to the counter and a man walks up to him shortly after.

"Good afternoon! Or is it evening?"

"I classify it as afternoon, but it could be evening to you."

"Is there something you need?"

"Yeah, two things. Hey, I'm Jake, but please call me Hangman. I work down the block at the flower shop. I not only came here to introduce myself, but to see if this tattoo shop is actually going to change my mind into getting one."

The man leans on to the counter and chuckles.

"Well, Jake, I'm Bradley, but you can call me Rooster. It's nice to meet you. So you haven't gotten a tattoo before?"

"Nope. My momma says it's better to get something I really want. I actually have a few ideas that I want, but they're probably really basic."

"Hey, you're new to this. A basic generic tattoo is a great start, and it probably won't be something you'll regret."

Jake smiles at him.

"I better get going soon. I have a dog at home."

Jake walks towards the door when he hears Bradley– Rooster speak behind him.

"I hope to see you soon then, Hangman."

Jake smiles to himself and gently waves to Rooster.

Jake walks back to his place, trapped in his head.

You only just met him! You just find him hot. It's not like he feels the same way.

Jake takes out his key and unlocks his door.

Jake's dog is already jumping at him before he even enters the house.

"Bernie! Calm down!"

Bernie was a Bernese mountain dog. Jake got him from the pound two years ago when Bernie was still a puppy, and ever since they've been the bestest buds.

Jake took out his wallet and gently threw it on the kitchen counter top.

Jake took out dog food from the cupboard and poured a healthy amount in Bernies' bowl.

Jake slowly walks over to the couch, not bothering to make something for dinner. He was too busy thinking.

Thinking about Rooster at the tattoo shop.

[dudemanauthor]

Yang Provides (Part 1)

Author's Note: This was another story that originally was just a one-shot, except this one I spontaneously decided to add more to. BTW, what is being provided by Yang here is milk. That part stayed consistent throughout this series, but Yang being the provider didn't.

Team RWBY’s dorm room was so quiet you could hear the pages being turned by Ruby, Weiss and Blake and Yang’s fingers tapping on her scroll. On this quiet midweek afternoon, there was nothing but peace and quiet in the room until Blake spoke up from her bunk.

“Is it just me, or is the milk at Beacon kind of sub-par?” she idly asked.

“Thank you!” Ruby exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air, almost punching the roof from her top bunk. “I thought I was the only one who noticed.”

“I’ve noticed that too,” Weiss responded, setting her book down on the desk she was working at. “I even started having my coffee black with how bad it is.”

“Wait a second,” Yang interrupted, finally pulled from her scroll. “Aren’t you rich enough to buy your own milk? Hell, I’m sure your Schnee Money could buy a whole farm.”

“Maybe my father could buy a farm, but I certainly can’t. And while I could buy my own milk, I don’t exactly have a lot of opportunities to go into Vale, let alone to do grocery shopping. That, and any milk that could be mailed here might actually be worse than what we already have,” Weiss answered.

“And I don’t think we can bring a cow to Beacon. I’m not even allowed to have Zwei in here,” Ruby added, with a beeping alarm interrupting her. Ruby checked her scroll, making her eyes open wide with shock. “Oh geez, I gotta go. I was gonna go hang out with Penny. Let’s talk about this later, bye!” she said as she clambered off her bunk and shot out the door. After a moment of silent thought, Yang jumped down from her own bunk.

“Alright, so, what Ruby said gave me a crazy idea. We might not be able to bring a cow to Beacon, but we could… make one,” Yang suggested, garnering raised eyebrows from the monochrome pair.

“I’m not sure what you’re getting at,” Weiss responded slowly, thinking as she spoke.

“It’d be easy. I’d take some stuff to make me lactate and then I’ll provide all we need,” Yang said with full confidence.

“You’re right, that is a crazy idea,” Blake deadpanned.

“That only sounds slight less practical than bringing a cow to Beacon. Also, I doubt you can provide enough for four people,” Weiss added. The pair’s comments gave Yang a momentary pause.

“Well, it was just an idea, can’t say I blame you for not being into it,” Yang replied with a nonchalant shrug. ‘Guess I’ll just have to prove them wrong’, Yang thought as she whipped out her scroll and started doing her research. Before long a pair of private messages from her teammates appeared on her scroll.

Weiss: I apologise for doubting your idea, but I have to admit that I am curious. Let me know if you are still interested. Please do not tell anyone.

Blake: Sorry for saying your idea was crazy, I didn’t want Weiss to think I’m into this idea. Do you still want to try it?

As she read the messages, a devilish grin crept on to her face. ‘This’ll be fun.’

That weekend Yang had her concoction set up and ready to demonstrate for Weiss and Blake. Of course, the two girls were unaware that the other would be joining them, with each of them silently waiting for the other to leave before Yang arrived. That was when Yang strolled on in with a little bottle in hand.

“Alright, ladies, you ready for this?” Yang said, confident as can be. A flurry of emotions hit Weiss and Blake’s faces, primarily panic.

“I-I-I have no idea what you are talking about,” Weiss unconvincingly defended. Blake kept silent, but her face said everything it needed to.

“I dunno, this message you sent me says you know exactly what I’m talking about,” Yang said with an almost insufferably smug smirk. “But don’t worry, nothing from today is gonna leave this room, assuming you two can keep a secret.” Blake responded with an almost frantic nod, while Weiss’s response was more subdued, yet equally in favour. Yang ditched her jacket and sidled on up next to where Blake was sitting on the edge of her bed, beckoning Weiss to join them.

“Do we have to watch? I can’t imagine it being that quick,” Weiss said as she sat down.

“Well, assuming I wasn’t a victim of false advertising, I’m about to prove you wrong,” Yang said, yet to ease off the smug. She opened up the bottle, filled the cap with the neon liquid and downed it in one swift motion. “And now we wait.”

The gasp that escaped Yang’s mouth moments later made it clear that this wasn’t going to be a long wait. Her tube top began to stretch as her breasts grew beneath it. Within moments Yang’s bust had gotten so big that they began to spill out the top of Yang’s top, with the quiet strain on the seams of the top barely audible, but increasingly visible, as small patches of flesh became visible between gaps in the seams. Yang quickly shoved her top down to save it from bursting, revealing a strapless bra that was equally snug, with flesh spilling out everywhere it could. She immediately reached back and undid the clasp of her bra. The tension immediately faded for Yang as her breasts were freed from their restraints, revealing that her nipples had grown larger and firmer, while having turned a darker brown colour.

“Oh, wow, this is way faster than I expected,” Yang breathed.

“I didn’t even know this was possible,” Weiss added.

“It’s incredible,” Blake said with a rapturous tone.

Tension began to build in Yang’s chest again, as her soft chest began to perk up and grow firmer, filling out into a rounder, more taut shape.

“Uh, guys, I think they’re getting full. Did you guys bring anything to… uh…” Yang said, nervousness creeping into her voice.

“I thought you did!” Weiss interrupted in a panic.

“I have an idea,” Blake said, focused and collected as she leant in and latched on to one of Yang’s swollen nipples with her mouth. As Blake began to suckle, Yang felt waves of pleasure and relief emanate from where Blake was attached. Yang couldn’t relax just yet though, as a white bead began to form on her other nipple.

“Hey, Weiss, I know this is a lot to ask, but can you help me out before I start leaking?” Yang asked, almost pleading with Weiss.

“Tell. No one,” Weiss said firmly, eyes locked with Yang’s. She then looked at the free nipple, from which a very small trickle of white liquid had begun. Slowly and reluctantly, Weiss lapped up the trickle before latching on and suckling on Yang’s erect nipple. With both milk-laden breasts being dealt with, Yang gently rolled her head back and let out a long moan of contented pleasure.

“Oh my gods, this feels so gooooood,” Yang gasped as her arms almost instinctively reached around to cradle Blake and Weiss’s heads as they fed from Yang’s bloated breasts.

While Yang wouldn’t fully admit it out loud, there was a warming in her core that was telling her just how incredibly aroused by this she was. She made a mental note to deal with that later and let Blake and Weiss carry on. She kept on letting out shorter, quieter moans and gasps of pleasure as her newly sensitive breasts were suckled and fondled by Blake and Weiss, Blake being the more enthusiastic of the two by far.

After an amount of time that Yang wished could go on forever, Blake detached herself from Yang’s breast, which had finally deflated back to its normal size, something that Yang hadn’t even noticed in her pleasured haze.

“So, how was it?” Yang asked, blushing slightly.

“I… I really don’t know how to describe it, but it was amazing,” Blake said reverentially. As if on cue, Weiss finished her drink too and let Yang’s other breast be free.

“That may be the best milk I’ve drunk in my entire life,” Weiss said, almost sounding confused at the words coming out of her mouth. A beaming smile rose to Yang’s face as she wrapped the pair in a big hug.

“Oh, I’m so glad you guys enjoyed it,” Yang cheered. “We gotta do this again, except, y’know, better organised.”

“I am in full agreement with you. Maybe you and Ruby will actually be able to drink some of the next batch,” Weiss stated.

“I really, really want more,” Blake said desperately.

“Don’t worry Blakey, there’s a whole lot more where that came from,” Yang answered with a winning smile.

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A new breed of alley cats

In today’s world, you’re one of two people - either a dog lover or crazy cat person. I have always been the latter. Don’t get me wrong, my heart melts when I see a Chow Chow or Samoyed trotting past, but cats have always been the love of my life and made some of the most loyal, loving pets in my family. Long story short, I’m the text book definition of crazy cat lady, so it’s unsurprising that my social media feeds are full of cat videos and memes. Many are simply of them choosing boxes over expensive beds or knocking stuff off the table edge, but one did catch my eye. It was a road sign that I recognised near my hometown, except that it had a decal of a black cat peeking from the lower corner. It did amuse me but I brushed it off as a photoshop image, thinking there was an even crazier cat person than me out there. However, I was soon proved gravely wrong...

One midweek evening on the bus home from work, I was gazing out the window and noticed something unusual about one of the road signs I recognise well. Lo and behold, it was the same black cat that I saw online, peering out from the lower corner. I tried to hide my massive grin of joy on the bus, not only in amusement but also that it was a new photo opportunity to embrace. The only issue was that in my area, they only appeared on busy roads with no safe access. However, a leisurely stroll away from the sea breeze and motorways of Kent saw me come across even more of these nosy felines along alleyways and on street names. Despite spreading like wildfire, very little is known as to why these mystical moggies are appearing in the first place. But one thing’s for sure, whether you’re an animal lover or not, seeing their little faces are always a 24/7 entertainer.

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Additional to the items we're mentioning this week is going to culminate in another Saturday but from the accumulation of numbers of troops during the week and the tripling that will occur tonight the Morlock will be expanding huge huge numbers of troops and fighting the Pseudo Empire and they are going to come up against spaceships and they're not ready for it they've been having battles at the use of those has been mild this is going to force it and Trump's force is going to disappear you won't have any spaceships to mention. and BJA will engage with roughly 2.5 trillion and he will be whittled to nothing quickly. They will then seek the stone chips and then the mega stone ships shortly after and that will occur early to midweek this coming week. It will be a huge week their losses will be catastrophic

- In addition to the Tripling having a crippling effect they will be doubling every day and the numbers of troops are up there already it's like 0.7% and if they double it it's going to go up to about 0.25% then it will go up to 0.5 percent it's going to be huge real quick as that curve started to go upwards really is below 0.1% for three or four days now it's going to be above a percent by the beginning of next week not this coming week and that's huge that's too many but they want to make sure they win and they'll keep going and surely I would think in one percent they should be able to do it but the pseudo empire has troops left so it's going to be a war and you're going to keep ramping it up and things will happen here and especially as Trump will fall off.

- other things in the news will be coming up this week he's going to court as Trump to five cases that are new it's also going to three cases that are not new two of them are appeals and we anticipate they will be denied. It's also in a new election race and he is absolutely unprepared. He refused to debate her after he accepted and people started to leave his camp and said your wishy washy and you're a loser and we can hear you howling stupid things that people and they want out. Also he is going to be brought back to January 6th committee we think that they are trying to do it this week

- There's a lot of things going on this week most of it is the Morlock and changes in what they're doing is not true the Mac proper have been found out to be sitting on a huge diamond field and possibly something much much more valuable. Foreigners are thus ramping up their attacks and they will begin a large scale focused attack grouping this week and they said it too and we really needed it and they actually need it it will begin tomorrow really the day after

- There are a lot of things that will happen this week we're going to return to this today and hopefully get it all out there are a lot of leaders that are going to fall and a lot of positions that are going to be taken by other groups other than Trump and yeah it's mostly him falling and the pseudo empire will also begin to crack and they're related to each other by the way and Trump is playing for rooting things but they're trying to steal from him

more shortly

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues

we are under assault here

Hera

we come to your aide and side now. we see it and we see the puoeodo emire move in on the shipps and must faollow about 70% are hreatd some turn we fire shorlty en mass

and we do protect you yes

Thor Freya

good

Hera