#i love this cotton candy mama

[aothotties]

Sneaky link w/ Best Friend!Eren

Warnings: MDNI, reader is a tease, swearing, unprotected sex, bathtub sex, multiple orgasms, light choking, squirting, cream pie, Eren and the reader say I love you.

Word count: 1874

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“Alright lil mama, what do you want to do next?” Eren asks you before stuffing his face with cotton candy.

You look around at all the attractions and rides at the theme park, you two have been here since noon and basically did every damn thing.

“You can try and beat me at basketball again.” He suggests with a smirk on his face.

You roll your eyes and brush him off with a wave, you know better than to embarrass yourself like that. You smile as you stop in front of one of the games.

“Win me a stuffed animal, and I mean one of the big ones. Go on” You step to the side and take the cotton candy from him.

“You know good and well I’m not good at darts.” He says with an attitude, he pushes his sleeves up and ties his hair back.

“Oh you’re so damn dramatic Eren, I would’ve been halfway through by now.” You playfully brag and he shakes his head.

“And that’s your problem, you’re always in a hurry.” He taps your nose and steps up to the table

.You watch as he focuses on the balloons in front of him before he releases one in the direction of the board.

POP!

You watch in shock as the dart pierces the balloon with ease, a smirk appears on his face and he throws the second dart.

“That’s two for two princess, better pick out which stuffed animal you want.” You playfully roll your eyes, and look at all of the options while he finishes the game up.

“Congratulations! You’re the first person all day to get all 5 in one go. You can pick from wherever you like.” The man behind the stand says.

“Well baby doll, what do you want?” He wraps an arm around your shoulder,  you point to a small dog and he looks down at you confused.

“What?” You ask, moving from under his arm to stare up at him.

“I managed to knock all five balloons out at once and you want that little ass dog? Sir, we’ll take the big teddy bear at the top. Thank you.” He looks down at you and shakes his head.

“I thought you said I got to pick?” You try to hide your smile by looking down at your phone.

“I thought I could trust you to pick.” He mumbles, he grabs the bear from the man and gives him a smile. 

He takes your hand in his and begins walking towards the parking lot. You rest your head on his arm and he smiles at how cute you are.

“Do you have any plans after I drop you off?” He knows your routine like the back of his hand, but he loves to hear you repeat it.

Get inside, run a bubble bath, pour a glass of wine or smoke (sometimes both), lotion and moisturize then watch Criminal Minds before falling asleep. 

“I feel like you know what I’m going to say.” You look up at him and he nods in agreement. 

You two arrive to his car and he opens your door for you, you chuckle and get comfortable in the passenger seat.

“You’re being overly friendly right now.” You run your fingers through his long brown hair and he leans into your hand.

“Friendly isn’t what I’d call it, but to each their own.” He teases and you roll your eyes at his statement.

“If you want to have the feelings talk, I am all ears.” You challenge him and he seems to lose his voice all of a sudden.

“Exactly, now hurry up and take me home. Those lavender bubbles are calling my name and I don’t want to keep them waiting.” You kiss his lips and he closes your door carefully.

He sighs to himself as he walks around to his side of the door. He knows you’re right, you both know the feelings are there. He’s just second guessing himself.

He pulls himself out of his deep thought and gets into the driver's side, he stuffs the teddy bear into the back seat and you laugh into your hand.

“Poor thing, he’ll be alright. Let’s get you to that bubble bath.” He puts his seatbelt on and begins the drive to your house. 

It took about 45 minutes for you to get home from the fair, you and Eren both had to pee a total of 3 times on the way.

“Alright, no more damn lemonade for a month.” You say as you walk inside the house with him.

“Yeah, luckily for us fairs are only every few months.” He sits on one of the kitchen stools and watches you shuffle around the living room.

“So you can help yourself to the kitchen and make yourself comfortable.” He stands up and walks over to you.

“You act like I’m not here three times a week.” You laugh and nod your head in return.

“I guess you are here all the time. I didn’t even notice.” You step closer to him and play with the end of his shirt.

He watches you closely and waits to see what you do next. You pull him down so your lips are by his ear and he resists the urge to gasp.

“I’m going to go upstairs and take a bath, if you come up there then I’ll take that as a yes. If not, then I know where we stand.” You take a step back before turning around in the direction of your bathroom. 

You make sure to grab a bottle of wine on your way upstairs and Eren feels his throat dry up and his pants get tighter.

“Oh my god” He puts a hand on his rapidly beating heart and lets out a nervous breath. 

Eren isn’t sure how or when, but he does make it upstairs at some point. He bites his lip at the sight of you in front of him.

You’re resting in your tub with your head resting against the back of it. Your breasts are partially covered, that is until you sit up to greet the man in front of you.

“You made it.’ You say sweetly, leaning over the side of the bathtub. Your ass peeks over the water and he immediately begins to undress.

He takes his clothes off in record time and gets into the tub directly behind you. 

“I was a little nervous you weren’t going to come up here” you tell him, you plant kisses on his neck and he leans back. 

“I’ll do anything for you baby. Anything you want.” He groans as you wrap a wet hand around his cock and stroke him slowly. 

“You’ll do anything I want baby?” You watch him fall apart in your hands and sit on his thighs. 

You smirk as his chest rises and falls with each movement of your hand. He nods his head quickly and you hold his chin with your free hand, forcing him to look at you. 

“Tell me you love me Eren” You tell him, replacing your hand with your warm cunt, not even giving him a moment to breathe. 

Eren’s eyes roll to the back of his head at the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing around him. 

“F-fuck, I love you! I love you so fucking much.” He confesses, he pulls you in by the back of your neck and presses his lips against yours. 

You melt into his arms and wrap your own arms around his neck. He rubs his hands up and down your waist and you sigh against his lips. 

His hands rub their way up your back, and make their final destination on your chest. He gently tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth and rubs over your nipples with his thumbs. 

You let out a shaky breath as he wraps his lips around your sensitive nub. As he begins to rub your other breast, he starts thrusting up into you. 

“Eren!” You cry out, immediately grabbing his shoulders as his movements pick up. 

He grins at how quickly things change. Less than five minutes ago he was falling apart in your hands and now you’re crumbling on top of him. 

“Look at my pretty girl.” He says as he pulls away from your chest. 

You moan and bounce faster as you feel that familiar warmth build up in your stomach. 

“Are you getting close baby? Fuck, I love when your pussy gets tight like this!” He holds your hips in his hands tightly and fucks into you rapidly. 

You rest your face in the crook of his neck and let out a cry of pleasure. He pulls you against his chest and plows into you. 

“Oh god, R-Ren I’m coming!” You exclaim while coming all over his cock. 

“Good girl, I’m not finished with you yet though.” He coos, wrapping a hand around your throat as you whine in overstimulation. 

“God damn I should’ve confessed sooner.” He grunts as another orgasm washes over you. 

“Eren!” You cry out, your limp body falling into his arms. 

“Yeah baby that’s it. Feels good, huh?” He teases, the hand that was on your throat sneakily trails down your abdomen and to your soaking clit. 

You bite his shoulder as he rubs slow circles on the nub to bring you to another orgasm. 

“Y-yes, feels so fucking good.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head and drool starts to fall from your lips. 

“That’s it, just like that mama, keep squeezing me just like that.” He bites his lip hard at the sight of your beautiful body on top of his. 

He swears your body is a fucking masterpiece, he’d scream it from the rooftops if he could. Eren adores every part of you, from the hair on your head, down to your pretty feet. You’re perfect in his eyes and that would never change. 

“Shit! I love you Eren, fuck I love you so so much.” You shriek as your final orgasm crashes throughout your entire body. 

Your eyes squeeze and your vision turns white as you gush all over his thighs, your tight cunt convulses around his cock and his hips lose their rhythm.

“R-ren.” You whimper as his thrust turn  into plowing. 

“ ‘m so close princess, fuck I’m gonna fill you up so good.” He pulls you in for a kiss and smashes his lips against yours. 

He grabs your ass and holds on for dear life as he pushes his cum deep inside of you. Rope after rope of hot cum fills you up to the brim as he slows the speed of his hips. 

He pulls back from your lips and leans his head back against the tub to finally catch his breath. 

“Holy shit.” He pants, rubbing a hand up and down your back. 

“You okay baby?” He looks down at you and stifles his laugh at the sight of you drifting in and out of sleep. 

You simply nod your head and wrap your arms around him tighter, letting your actions do the talking. 

“Love you so much Eren.” You whisper in his neck and he pulls you in closer. 

“I love you more”

Ari

[trulyhblue]

please can we get a caitlin foord fic 🙏

Bug and Bingo

Caitlin Foord x Daughter! Child! Reader, Lauren Hemp x Child! Reader, AWFC + CITY x Child! Reader.

Warnings: pure fluff, coarse language, bit long for what I hoped.

A/N — was feeling cute. So sorry if you don't understand what Bluey is. Also, not really based on the most recent match as there are several changes.

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You were waiting for your mama to finish the bunny loops on her shoelaces, humming the Bluey theme song with your Bingo toy in one hand and Gunnersauris in the other.

You swung your legs from your mama’s cubby, where your coat was pooled around your waist. Auntie Stephy was talking to Beth, and Auntie Lani wasn't in the Changing Rooms, even though she was here, playing today.

Your mama told you that Auntie Lani was playing for the other team, and it wasn't the same as when you were back with all of your other Aunties. It was the same as when mama versed Macca and Mini, and Sammy — but Sammy was watching Macca and Mini’s game instead of playing, which you aren't quite sure you understand.

Sammy’s wife-but-not-girlfriend — you couldn't remember the name — Kristie also played for West Ham, but she only picks you up when you're running away from Sammy trying to tickle your tummy.

You also remember seeing Harper last week, showing her your Bingo toy, and playing hot potato with her in the stands. You love Harper, she is your only friend who knows about Bluey, and she's Australian like you. In Kindergarten, you and Harper are the only ones who speak the way you do. Your mama always asked you whether your classmates would tease you, but Harper would poke her tongue out at them, and you’d ignore them and play with Harper instead.

Your Gunnersauris was lying next to your coat, and your Bingo toy was snuggled under your arm. You were wearing your mama’s Tillie’s jersey because you liked it more than the one she was wearing now. Your Auntie Ky would call the other jersey the Cotton Candy Jersey, and you liked Cotton Candy, so you wore that Jersey when everyone else was. You liked wearing your mama’s jersey because it had your last name on the back too, and number nine was your favourite number so that made it the best. Mama said you were born on the ninth of September, which is the ninth month, so you are very special.

But the most special thing about today was that you were in charge of the Lolly Jar.

“Mama, when we going?” You asked, patting Bingo’s head, hoping she was comfortable where she was. You were slouching against the wall, watching Mama pull up her socks over her shin pads.

She looked up at you and smiled, using her thumb to graze your cheek. “Few minutes, Bug, you excited?”

You nodded your head. “Wanna see Auntie Lani and Mary. Will they sit with me with the Lolly Jar?”

“No, Bug, they sit with the other City girls.” Mama picked you up, propping you onto her hip, jutting you slightly. “But you're sitting with Stephy for the first half, then Vivid and Laura when Stephy comes on. But if I let you take care of the Lolly Jar, you've got to share, okay?”

You weren't too keen on sharing your lollies, especially your strawberry and cream ones, but Laura liked the Sour candy that was too hard for your teeth, and Vivi said that she thinks Snoep is bad for your teeth, so you think you’ll survive.

“Mama want a Lolly?” You asked, motioning towards the jar filled with lollies of all sorts.

“No, thank you, Bub.” Mama laughs, kissing your cheeks and tucking away your fly-away hairs.

“Can I have a lolly, Bug?” Your little body turned to face the voice.

Ky Ky was walking towards you with a warm grin, her hand coming up to fiddle with your collar. You giggled when her finger came in contact with your neck, sending giggles to echo through the room.

“Ky ky no manners.” You spoke, nuzzling your head further into Mama’s neck. Your mama laughed at Kyra’s dejected countenance.

“Yes, you're right,” The younger Aussie player admitted, shaking her head and pretending to act frustrated at herself for forgetting such a thing.

You, however, didn't catch onto her sarcasm, feeling a wave of empathy surging over you. You pulled your arms away from Mama, reaching out and whining for Ky Ky to hold you instead. Your mama handled her over, and you gripped the back of Kyra’s shirt as she danced with you in her arms.

“Ky Ky ‘gonna score today?” You asked, feeling the nip of the cool air shiver down your spine as the girls started exiting into the tunnel.

“I’ll try my best for you, Bub. You've just got to cheer extra loud for me, deal?” Ky held you impossibly close to her chest, her arm protecting you from feeling flimsy, and her body cradling the front half of your body from the cold.

“Will give you extra lollies and cuddles if you do.” You could see Leah at the front of the line with her big red ribbon around her arm, though Mama had told you it was an armband. You told your mama that they should do ribbons instead, hoping she could change it soon because ribbons were very pretty.

You had two yellow ribbons in each of your pigtails, which Lessi had done for you on the bus ride. Lessi was the best cuddle buddy, after Mama and Ky. She would rub and scratch your back with her nails gently, and let you trace her tattoos on her hands. Lessi was your favourite cuddle buddy, even if she wasn't the best. She was always the one you fell asleep on, and she’d always share her blanket with you when you sat next to her on the bench.

“If you don't score, I’ll just give you cuddles.” You muttered, readjusting your position in Kyra’s arms. She helped you by lifting you just above her hip, your legs locked around her waist. “Cuddles are never not allowed.”

“That's very sweet, Bub, thank you.”

“That's okay. Love you, Ky Ky.” You added, not noticing your Mama coming up behind you.

“Hey, Bub, time to put on your coat.” She said, slowly threading your small arms through the holes of the thick fabric. While your body moved without fuss, you made sure to whine a little loudly and huff to show how much you didn't like wearing your coat.

The people who loved your mama — not as much as you — and watched her play with her teammates weren't always allowed to see you. The people in the stands would inevitably catch sight of your chubby cheeks and small figure huddled in a mound of warm clothes and cuddles, whether that be during the lineup or when you were sitting on the bench.

Mama didn't like people seeing your face on their phones. She told you that cameras could cause you to feel big girl emotions, and while you were a big girl, Mama always tried her best to keep you discreet.

You didn't care all that much. Lessi would let you take funny videos with filters on your face when you talk with her on long bus rides. Stephy and Bethy would do dancing videos with you, which you love. So overall, you weren't too concerned with missing out on all that much.

But sometimes you felt like you wanted to be normal. You were cold, obviously, and the coat would warm you up, but you knew your mama wanted you to put it on for a different reason.

“Wanna stay with Ky for standing, Mama. Don't want the coat.”

Kyra acted like she had zoned out of the conversation, not sure how to manage a discussion that sounded so innocent, but had a deeper meaning behind it.

“As long as Kyra’s okay with it then you can.” Caitlin took your hand, squeezing it and zipping up your coat. “But you need to keep this on or else you’ll get a stuffy nose and a sore throat.”

“Still want my Lolly Jar.” You mumbled, not entirely content with the defeat in your situation.

Your Mama nodded, swiping your cheek. “Auntie Steph has got it in her lap for when you sit with her, alright?”

While you weren't awfully content with her decision, you sulked as you let the sleeves cover your body, hearing the zip dousing your body in a new-found warmth. You would never admit that the sensation was relieving, but you chose to snuggle back into Kyra’s chest when both teams started walking out into the crisp air.

There were a few smiles exchanged between the teams, but you understood that they both wanted to win and have the ball more than the other. Your yellow jersey stuck out under your coat, your pigtails and their bright yellow ribbons drawing more attention to yourself as usual. Your face was clasped into Ky’s neck, her body bobbing you up and down in swift motions. The crowd was beaming in excitement as everyone shook hands. You were too busy playing with the hem of Kyra’s jersey to notice the people rubbing your back and smiling.

“Cuddles now?” You asked your Ky Ky, prodding to the comfy chairs where Steph, and Kim were chatting in hushed whispers. Wally and Cloé were laughing with Stina and Laia, but you couldn't find your Auntie Vivi anywhere.

“I'm playing with your mama, Bug,” Ky spoke, rubbing your back as the two of you trudged over to the bench. “You're gonna show everyone your Lollies, aren't you? Mama said Stephy has the jar.”

You knew that Mama only gave you your lolly jar when you were feeling restless before a game. Sometimes, you just want to be attached to someone, whether that be Mama, Ky, or especially Vivi. You weren't used to not having your Auntie by your side during matches. When your Aunties had sore knees, you would sit with them in the crowd, showing them Bingo and bouncing ecstatically in your seat when they’d play games with you.

Bethy always let you swing your legs, and Lau would squish your cheeks and play Bingo games with you. Lau would make you giggle when Lee was talking about the game, and you’d clamour into the blonde’s lap and babble on about how she was a nervous Nelly, cause that's what your Mama calls you when you go to school sometimes.

Bethy wouldn't always let you have your Lolly jar, even though your Mama gave it to you. She said that it made you wiggle more and wiggles were hard to get rid of. But Vivi would always slip you some strawberry and cream lollies when Bethy wasn't looking. She’d make sure you always had a handful of your favourites when Beth was Roo immersed in the game.

You loved your Vivi.

It wasn't too bad when Bethy left, because you still had Vivi, Lee, and Lau, but then Vivi left, and now Lee, and so Lau sits in the stands with other people, and Mama doesn't want to leave Laura to take of you by herself, especially when her knee was only just mending fully.

But Vivi must've hurt her knee again because you saw her and Lau sitting in the stands without you.

It made you even more restless knowing that neither Ky nor Viv was there to play with you. You loved all of your Aunties, but some of them didn't have cuddles like Ky.

“Hello, Bug!” You heard your Auntie Stephy say. Kyra was careful in sparing the last of your affection, kneeling in front of Steph and peeling you off her slowly.

You didn't answer your Aunt, feeling what your mama called big girl feelings when Kyra kissed your forehead and ran towards the team. You latched onto Steph, who was going to put you down beside her before you curled into her lap. She wrapped her arms over your small body, pulling her blanket over the top of both of you so that you were in a cocoon of warmth.

You grabbed Steph’s pointer finger and squeezed. Bingo was facing the grassy field while you had your head towards Lia.

“Are you playing with Mama today?” You asked, settling one of your arms over Lia’s lap.

Lia and your Mama were in love like Vivi and Beth, but Mama says that their friends now. You don't remember a lot without Wally living with you, but Wally wasn't your Mama like Mama was your Mama. You were Mama’s more than anyone else. Auntie Lani always called you Cait, and Auntie Macca would say that you were your Mama’s twin.

Lia was a very nice cuddle buddy. She read bedtime stories to you and let you sleep in her and Mama’s bed if Mama was already asleep.

But now Wally didn't live with you anymore, and the bed was a lot bigger without two cuddle buddies.

“I might be after the second half, but right now I'm here with you,” Lia answered, squeezing your flushed cheeks before drawing patterns on your hand.

You looked up at Steph, reaching for her face, and settling your hand on her cheek. “Where’s Lani and Flower?”

Wally and Kim laughed from either side of you. Mary’s real name wasn't Flower, but she was pretty like a flower, and you thought that Mary smelt like a flower too, so that's what stuck. You made the mistake of looking at your Mama’s team, unable to spot your Australian friends amidst the team.

“They're both on the bench, Bug.”

You peered across the seats around you, only finding Arsenal girls.

“Not this bench, darling.” Stephy shook her head. “Different one.”

“Why not all together?” You asked, folding your arms across your chest. The ball went out of play, and you forgot your question when you saw Mama retrieving the ball.

You squealed when your Mama waved, putting your hands in your mouth and blushing when one of the Lani-Flower teammates gushed at you in adoration.

The Lani-Flower teammate was blonde, and wore a ponytail very high on her head. While she wasn't someone you were particularly familiar with, you made the effort to wave meekly at her, feeling a blush film across your face when the woman waved back.

“Classic Hempo.” You heard someone say, and you wondered whether Hempo was your friend or not. She wasn't an Australian like you, because you had never seen her back home. Maybe she was one of Bethy’s friends, because when she yelled, she sounded a lot like her friends.

“Wanna give her one of my Lollies.” You announced, looking down at the jar that Steph had put on the floor, reaching down and using all of your strength to get it on your lap.

“Maybe after the game, Bug,” Steph spoke, opening the jar, and letting you pop one of the sweets into your mouth. “Lauren is playing at the moment. If you want, you can give her one at the very end, okay?”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Who’s Lauren?”

Steph sighed, shaking her head with a soft smile. “The girl that just waved at you.”

“Hempo?”

“Yes, darling, Hempo.”

The game continued on for what felt like forever. No one was scoring goals, not even your Mama. Most of the girls on the bench had grown anxious leading into halftime, and now it was Steph who was playing with your hands as you watched both teams tread towards the Changing Rooms.

Kim was very scary at times, even when her scariness was directed at you. She was very, very stern, and sometimes you had to cover Bingo’s ears because what she was saying was not always appropriate for younger ears.

Lee was also letting out her frustration. Leah was definitely opposed to the lack of goals since she was encouraging all of the girls to get back out there and try harder. You wondered why the Lani-Flower Team was so hard to beat when Mary and Lani weren't even playing. You’d understand if they were on the field, but they must've had superpowers that made the team really good because they were on the bench that you couldn't see.

Leah had the big band around her arm — the one you thought should be a ribbon but wasn't. You wore your ribbons all the time, at home, school, games, everywhere. Mama would send photos to your Auntie Hayley all the time, showing how her legacy was proven charismatic on her daughter.

Hayley was someone you missed a lot, especially when she and Mama never versed each other. When you were in Australia, Hayley would do your hair, and she’d use her own special ribbons. She would spend a lot of time with you. She and Ellie Belly would go out with you on what they called ‘Big Girl Days’, where you’d play at the park, get ice cream, and go to the movies, all in one day. You loved Ellie Belly, she was as silly as you. She loved blowing raspberries on your tummy. She was always throwing you up in the air, giving your Mama a surprised face.

You wanted a Big Girl Day now, you thought to yourself. The weather in London wasn't nice. You liked swimming with Harper and Harley. You liked spending time with your Australian Aunties in the sun.

You were sitting in Lessi’s lap, keeping yourself still as she redid her hair. Your coat was left on your seat on the bench, but the Changing Rooms were nice and cosy so no one paid much attention. Your Mama was fixing her hair as well, something everyone seemed to do, so you paddled over to her and tugged on her shorts.

“Hold on a second, Bug,” Mama spoke, smiling down at you, patting the wispy bits of your hair behind your ears.

You didn't want to wait, so you sighed and waddled to the next available person.

You tugged on Katie’s shorts, latching onto her leg and beaming at the woman’s immediate reaction.

“Well, hello, Miss Yellow!” She uttered, jostling your bright-coloured jersey and fixing your ribbons.

“I'm not Miss Yellow!” You laughed loudly, swatting away her hand. “I'm Bug!”

“You're a bug and yellow?!” Katie’s eyebrows raised as she pretended to be shocked. Everyone looked on in adoration, but to you her shock was real. Your laughter emulsified. “That means you're a Bee!”

“No, I'm not a BumbleBee!” You grinned, clasping your arms around her neck, soaking in the way she held you close. “I'm just Bug!”

“Oh, you're bug!” Katie huffed, shaking her head and sighing. “You scared me, Bug. I thought you were a Bee.”

“A Bumblebee, Katie.”

“That's right, a Bumblebee.”

You huffed, deciding that you were just smarter. “You're so silly, Katie.”

Katie let you run over to Mama, who swung you playfully all the way to the bench again.

Everyone was coming back onto the pitch, and the refs blew their loud whistles so that they could start kicking the ball. Both teams were a little bit more aggressive in everything they did. Katie was pushing and getting shoved, and Hempo was doing the same. Another blonde Lani-Flower girl was getting angry at Katie, but the Refs didn't put up their naughty cards so the game went on.

It had been a little while since you were sitting alone on the bench with just Bingo and your Lolly Jar. You scanned the pitch again, wondering whether Hempo was, but couldn't find her. Everyone was warming up on the sidelines. Steph had told you to count how many lollies you could eat so that you were left with something to do.

But you were growing very bored when no goals were happening, and no one to talk to.

So, as your Mama always said, do what makes you happy.

So you did.

You clambered out of your seat, using your big muscles to lug the Lolly Jar with you. Everyone was still playing around you, but you knew that Lani and Mary were here somewhere.

Without thinking, you forget your coat in your chair.

You were careful with every step you took, making sure you were holding the Jar tight. You stopped and waited for people to pass by so you weren't in the way, and it didn't take long for Red Jerseys to turn into Blue ones.

You felt a little out of place with your bright yellow jersey, you thought that no one else knew what you were wearing. After a little while longer of trampling down the sideline, you found a similar bench to the Arsenal one, except there was not a blotch of red in sight.

It took you a few more steps until you shivered at the coolness. You felt silly for not remembering your coat like Mama told you, but you didn't want to leave your Lollies instead. Mama told you to always share your Lollies, so you were doing what she told you to do, just not everything.

You found a coat similar to yours alone on one of the seats. It looked very warm, and you wanted to be warm, so you put the jar down with caution and grabbed the jacket with ease, slipping it on like Mama had taught you.

It wasn't until you saw Mary being subbed on and a cautious hand grabbing your shoulder that you realised that you had one of your ribbons falling from your hair.

“Um, excuse me.” You heard a woman say, making your little head reel up. “I think you're wearing my jacket.”

The sight of Hempo — or Lauren, as Stephy said — sent you into shyness. Mama said you weren't allowed to talk to strangers, even if they seemed friendly and smiled. You didn't necessarily think of Hempo as a stranger, since Mama talked to her and Stephy knew her name, but you only knew her from today, so an introduction was needed in order for you to feel even remotely safe.

“Was cold.” You muttered, holding your Lolly Jar as tight as you could, making you realise that you had not only left your coat on the Arsenal Bench, but Bingo, too. “Sorry.”

This sent your big girl feelings over the edge. The combined factors of strangers, the loud noises of the crowd, your coldness, and no Bingo made your lips quiver and your eyes rimmed with tears. You struggled to put the Lolly jar down but did so in a hurry, avoiding Hempo’s eyes as you tried to shake off her jacket.

The blonde woman stood above you in shock, feeling a wave of guilt wash over her when tears flooded your cheeks. She hadn't meant to make you cry. She was just confused about why you were there, and not with Arsenal, and why you were wearing her coat instead of your own.

“Oh, no, I'm so sorry.” She spoke, shaking her head as she knelt on the floor, making sure you were okay with her being at your level. “You can keep my jacket, I swear. You're smart for staying warm—”

“—Mama says swearing is bad.” You retorted, tears drying the minute the blonde spoke. Sniffles fell from your nose. “Are you on the Lani-Flower’s team?”

Lauren looked at you incredulously. “The what?”

“My Auntie Lani and Flow— Fowler, is on that team,” You pointed onto the pitch, specifically Mary, who was carrying the ball down the wing. Lauren glanced across the field, noticing Mary had no clue about what was going on. She looked back at you and smiled meekly.

“Is your Mum or Dad in the crowd somewhere? I could always help you find them.”

The mention of a father made your eyebrows furrow. You had thought that Hempo had known your Mama, but apparently not.

“You were talking to my Mama just then!” You sighed, picking up your Jar and peeling off the lid. “I was sitting on Stephy’s lap when you waved at me.”

“What?” It took a beat for Hempo’s face to change, a flow of realisation painting her features. You popped a treat into your mouth. “Oh! You're Foord’s daughter! Sorry, wait-”

You watched as the woman kneeled down again, carefully using her hands to open the split of her jacket that covered your jersey. It revealed the bold Australian colours and emblem. You pivoted so that your shoulders showed off your last name.

“Want a Lolly?” You asked, holding out the heavy container.

“Sure… I guess.” Lauren hesitated but nodded after soaking in your adamant state. “I'm sorry for asking but… why are you over here?”

“I'm looking for Auntie Lani.” You stated, not bothering to ask the woman before making your way over to a spare seat. “Mama told me that I should share my Lollies, but my Auntie Stephy was warming up, and Kim is a little scary sometimes, and Wally was stretching, and Ky Ky was playing, so Flower and Lani were left.”

Lauren managed to understand your whines to help you up onto the chair, joining next to you. “Did Caitlin say you could come over here.”

“Um,” You pondered, slightly sheepish. “She didn't say no.”

“Oh,” Lauren replied, unable to conform to a solid response. “Um, do you want me to get Alanna for you, then?”

You thought to yourself for a moment, thinking about whether Hempo was nice enough to stay with you until you felt like moving again. You settled on a yes.

“No that's okay.” You spoke, leaving the Lolly Jar on your chair and moving into Lauren’s lap. “You can have more Lollies. Mama said I should share.”

Without thinking, Lauren shoved her hand down the jar, grabbed a handful of lollies and slowly popped them into her mouth one by one. She didn't know if keeping you with her was a good idea, especially after Laia shot a brilliant goal, sending City into the lead. Alanna was warming up, getting ready to go on, so no Australians could help her out.

You weren't affected by the score, too busy babbling on about how much you wanted some sort of Bingo that Lauren had no idea about. You were content on the woman’s knee, happy in the way she bobbed up and down rhythmically, similar to how Ellie Belly would when your Mama was in interviews.

You both fell into comfortable conversation, leading each other into new topics as the game went on. Lauren let you play with her hands, and you didn't mind how many strawberries and creams she was taking from your jar. No one from either team had noticed the two of you in your own little bubble.

Everyone except a man with a big camera and a microphone.

The English woman didn't know you well. She knew that Caitlin kept you away from the media and that you were a very private part of her life that she kept at bay. You were a bubbly child with a bright personality, she thought, but she also wondered whether you got yourself into trouble as often as it seemed.

Lauren knew the man from City’s media team. He was friendly, and nice to talk to, but she had never had the experience of a toddler in her arms to handle this kind of attention.

“Who might this be?” He spoke, holding the camera up to the both of you.

Before Lauren could answer, you swerved your front to face her chest, potent in the way you shoved your body away from the camera. Your Mama had taught you to do this from a very young age, and now it felt like second nature.

Lauren caught onto your worry almost instantly, shaking her head towards the kind man, waving his endeavours off.

The man must've caught on quickly, as the camera dropped as fast as it arrived. You kept your head buried into Hempo’s neck, curling your legs around her waist, thankful for the way she pulled your hood up.

“Don't worry, I don't like cameras all that much, either.” She cooed, rubbing your back in comforting circles, relieved at your tense figure softening as she did so. “Sometimes it's just good to talk without them, eh?”

“Yeah,” You muttered in agreement, pulling your head away slowly, taking your time to turn back around.

The game was coming to an end, heading into extra time, and you were feeling the effects of your long adventure hurling over your little body.

Arsenal were not playing to their strengths, and the frustration of their gameplay radiated in beams to everyone who watched.

You had just caught sight of Auntie Lani being subbed on before your eyes had drifted close and your breathing had evened. Lauren only noticed your deep slumber when the full-time whistle blew, and you made no more advancements towards your Lolly Jar.

Hempo tried extra hard to keep you sound as she curled her arms around you, lifting you into a cuddle, and walked towards her celebrating teammates and defeated rivals silently. With your hood still up and the blonde rubbing small patterns on your back, you held onto the woman peacefully, relishing the fatigue that had caught up to you.

Hempo had separated from her confused teammates — who were all questioning when Lauren ever had any affiliation with a child — and strolled over to the Arsenal bench, where a flurry of anxiety hit her straight.

Kyra was indefinitely pale. Wally and Leah were searching the parameters of the field. Katie was ridiculing fans, and Caitlin was an absolute wreck.

Beth was beside herself, Viv by her side, comforting her spouse with a strained expression herself.

A flooding red flushed Lauren’s face, the reality of the stress the girls in front of her were under hitting her like a truck. She was conflicted in keeping you sleeping and running over to announce that you were okay. She resulted in jogging cautiously, nearly dropping the Lolly Jar on the way.

Leah was the first to notice the young Lioness. “Lauren, what are you—”

The Arsenal Captain nearly collapsed at the sight of your tiny figure curled up in her arms, meeting the woman in the middle and calling out to the rest of the girls.

“Oh my fucking God, where was she?” Caitlin sighed, immediately taking you from Lauren’s chest and hugging the breath from your lungs.

You stirred out of your daze, surprised by the sound of your Mama’s voice and not Lauren’s.

“Mama swear.” You whispered, not comprehending the gravity of the situation as you found a new comfortable position in your Mama’s arms.

“She was just wandering around with her Lolly Jar, looking for Alanna and Mary,” Lauren spoke, her voice cracking at the amount of eyes on her. “I was with her the whole time. She just wanted to share her Lollies, and erm— she forgot her coat so— yeah… oh and something about Bingo—”

“Thank you so much,” Caitlin said, looking down at you and hugging you closer. “How long did you think she was by herself?”

“Oh, not long.” Lauren started. “I found her with my coat on, so she knew what to do with herself. But I made sure no one recorded her. I'm not sure about when she was alone though, sorry.”

“Don't be.” Caitlin sighed. “I'm just glad she was with someone.”

“Shared my Lollies, Mama.” You whispered out from her neck. “But I think we need more Strawberries and Cream.”

Katie came up behind you and Mama with your toy Bingo in her hands. She took off your hood and poked your cheeks. “I think that's enough lollies for you, Bumblebee.”

You took Bingo and hugged her, smiling like not a minute in the world had passed, content with the new friend you had made and the lollies you had eaten.

You hoped every match was like this.

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[seresinhangmanjake]

omg L-O-V-E-D your recent drabble! 😍🥰 will we get to see the disneyland trip?? (no pressure :)

Thank you very much! I hope you enjoy this one, too :)

Dad!Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female reader

Oh, Baby Series

words: 623

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"Alright, baby girl, listen up." 

You were surprised your daughter managed to follow your husband's orders in her state. Her ears were full of laughter and playful screams, her nose taking in the drifting scent of cotton candy and popcorn, while her eyes were wide as saucers, trying to absorb every colorful, animated sight before her. But her father's voice broke through the distractions enough to tug at her attention.

She released your hand to take both of his, and you chuckled as she stared up at him with a wide smile, her arms swaying side to side and thus doing the same to his. 

You were tempted to snap a picture of the moment. Your daughter's face was morphed with uncontained excitement, and though Jake's held an intense seriousness, it did nothing to so much as stutter Eve's expression.

"What, Daddy?"

"Rule one," he began and Eve nodded vigorously, "No whining about the roller-coasters. Some of them you just aren't old enough to ride yet and you know it. Safe rides until you're taller. Rule 2: The princess-shaped gummies in the baggies at the candy shop have to be paid for before you start snacking. And rule three: No running off from Mama and Daddy."

Jake had that way about him. He loved to have his fun—perhaps a bit too much at one point in time—but with Eve, fun came alongside ground rules. And you couldn’t exactly blame him. As your daughter grew, Jake’s mother was sure to inform you that the little girl’s energy directly matched that of her own son’s at the same age. A ‘wild boy’ was what she called him, and you couldn’t deny Eve was already succeeding at following in her father’s hyperactive footsteps. 

“Ok!” Eve suddenly shrieked, pulling out of Jake’s hands. She spun until her back was to you, her feet already in her ‘I’m ready to dash’ position. She was quick, that was for sure, but Jake was quicker. 

His finger tucked into the neck of her t-shirt just before she flew out of reach. “That would be running off,” he said, lightly guiding her back to him.

With a huff, she faced the two of you. “But you guys are going to be too slow!”

You snorted then and crossed your arms. “Trust me, sweetie, your daddy has never been slow at anything.”

Jake shot you a playful look, his lips quirking up a little in the left corner. “Except talking to you that first time.”

“That’s true,” you agreed. “It did take you a while. You just stared from afar all night.” 

You were given a wink in return and Jake’s lips parted for what would have been an undoubtedly witty retort that never came due to your daughter’s interruption. 

“Daddy, staring is bad manners.”

He tore his eyes from yours and directed his sight back to his daughter. “Yes, thank you, baby.” 

“Can we go now?”

Jake crouched in front of her so they were near eye level and adjusted the Mickey ears atop her head until they were straight. “What are the rules?”

Counting with her fingers, she repeated the list. “No grumpies about roll-coasters, no gummies until Mama and Daddy say ok, and no running away.”

“Correct,” Jake praised with one sharp nod, then he held up his hand for a high-five. Eve did a little jump to power the force of her palm smacking against his. “You, baby girl, just won yourself an extra balloon on our way out.”

“Really!”

“Yep.” Standing to full height, he brushed a wayward curl out of her face. “Now lead the way with your walking steps.”

She slipped one hand into his, the other into yours, and proceeded to do just that.

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[marymary-diva17]

This is a bit of a silly one but ca you do a short story where the reader brings back cotton candy from the lab and the sullies go crazy for it?

sully kids x reader

Sorry for not posting for a while I had been busy with the holidays and family visit, along with being sick as well but I will be back to posting my stories once again. There were some human foods and drinks that had remember and archive, that the human and avatar would use when they missed the taste of home. One day you had gotten the idea to make some candy from earth as your missed the sweet or sour taste of candy, that you had grown up eating when you were a small child to and adult. Making the food you move from your home was good and made you remember, the past and all those ones you have lost. Now you are hoping that this food will bring up good memories, and help you bond with the new ones in your life.

y/n " well these are done it now for a tase" you were making some candy from the supplies you had found and reprice from an archive, you had made a small branch of candies.

y/n " these are so wonderful"

????? " mama mama"

y/n " In here" soon the door of your room had slid open and in comes running tuk, like always soon followed by her brother lo'ak and kiri along with spider.

kiri " hey mama we came to see you"

y/n " hello children I'm sorry I'm a mess right now along with everything else"

lo'ak " what are you making mama"

spider " yeah it smells wonderful in here"

y/n " oh well I'm making some candy this a sweet from earth, that I and your dad grow up" the three children were looking at the candy, that was laying on the baking sheet.

y/n " where is your brother"

lo'ak " he went out on portal with dads and mom he will meet with us later"

y/n " okay we should save him some for later on"

tuk " wait we can try them"

y/n " yes if you wish to" the three children had smiled brightly as each one of them had taken one piece of candy.

kiri " wow the colors are very beautiful"

y/n " yes some human candy as color added to them"

tuk " I'm going to try it" tuk soon ate the piece of candy and soon looked at you, her eyes were wide and smile had grown on her face.

tuk " this is amazing mama it so sweet and soft it so cool mama" kiri and lo'ak soon ate their candy as well, and they had the same facial expression as tuk.

lo'ak " mama how could you never tell us about this food before it so wonderful"

y/n " well I didnt know if it will be good to try human candy on navi"

kiri " it so amazing"

y/n " you know grace use to eat this candy as well it was her favorite"

kiri " really"

spider " see kiri you learn something new about you mom today, wow aunt y/n this candy is wonderful"

y/n " yes she love some sweets from earth and kept some recipe on them, we have them all achieve here so we can remember the foods we once held of dear"

spider " really I only have had some human dishes from earth"

y/n " there are many more recipes I think your mother had left some here as well"

spider " really"

y/n " yes one day I will show you" spider had smile brightly towards you he seem very happy.

lo'ak " what about this group of candy"

y/n " well that candy is sour"

tuk " candy can be sour like some fruit and juice"

y/n " yes will you love to try some"

kids " yes" you soon laugh at the kids as you allowed them to try some of the candy. The kids had soon ate the candy and soon realized candy can be sour as well.

lo'ak " wow mama that is sour"

y/n " yes it is if you don't like it I can toss this away or give it to someone else"

kids " no" you soon looked at the kids as they yelled no towards you, it seems like they didn't take the idea of you toss away the candy or giving it away.

kiri " we love it mama"

spider " yes you can't give it away"

tuk " well you can share it with other but you can't toss it away mama"

y/n " okat forget what I said it will not be tossed away"

neteyam " hey mama ... wait what going on here it smells wonderful" neteyam soon entered the room see everyone standing there.

tuk " team you have come and try candy with us mama made it"

neteyam " candy what is that"

lo'ak " a human food come on try it dude" neteyam was soon dragged over to the candy by tuk, and soon spot the food laying on the tray. he soon took some candy and ate it.

neteyam " wow this is wonderful mama when did you make it"

y/n " yesterday and today"

neteyam " can you teach us to make some please"

y/n " sure loves I can do that"

Jake " hey what going on here we came to see our wife, who was not home to hear all this laughter and talking ... this is candy"

y/n " yes sweet and sour" Jake soon walked closer to you take some candy.

tuk " daddy you can't eat all the candy we have to share"

Jake " you are right baby girl but I missed this candy so much"

neytiri " what are you all eating"

tuk " candy mom it had been made by mama it so wonderful"

tsu'tey " a human thing"

lo'ak " you have to try it dad it wonderful" the kids and Jake were looking at Tsu’tey, and neytiri as they stood there.

y/n “ it okay if you don’t wish to try it my loves, you don’t have to I understand fully” you had looked at your husband and wife.

Jake “ well if you both don’t want any then me and the kids would have more, of y/n wonderful cooking”

neytiri “ no I will love some of her food” neytiri soon took a piece of candy.

Tsu’tey “ yes I will try some as well” Tsu’tey had done the same as Neytiri, soon the both of them had tried the candy. They soon look at you with smile on their faces.

neytiri “ this is wonderful yawne you are a good cook, hon should make these more”

Tsu’tey “ yes I have to agree you are a good cook, and maybe human food is not all that bad” a smile grew on your face as it seems like everyone is enjoying your food.

Tuk “ yes mama you have to make more of these I really love them” Tuk was eating some of the candy while talking with you, making a mess on her face. You soon cleaned her up while laughing with everyone else.

y/n “ sure baby I can do that for you”

kiri “ can we try making other human food that will be good”

y/n “ sure my loves we can make other human foods, and many of them can be used some the stuff around here and human stuff”

Jake “ wow you are smart to make them all work well together”Jake had kissed your forehead making you smile as him, as he had taken more candy.

y/n “ thank you”

Tsu’tey “ well we are here tell us more about these human food, as they sound interesting” you had nodded your head telling your family more about human food, and anything else they wish to know. Your spouses enjoyed watching you talk with the children and answering their questions. It seems like making human good was not a bad idea after all, as everyone seem to be enjoying it and wanting more as well. Soon enough it had become a tradition among the family to taste some human food, that was either made by you or Jake but mostly by you at times.

[sturniolo-rat]

✨Chris Sturniolo Headcanons✨

For Black Girls✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿

💋 Chris loves black girls

I’m sorry but in my head Chris prefers black girls. Like Atlanta Georgia black girls… thick, dark, dressed to the nines, hair done, acrylic nails 💅🏽💅🏾💅🏿absolute fucking queens. Like I don’t describe Y/N in any way but best believe if it’s a Chris fic she’s black to me.

💋 He sees fucking hates racists

This doesn’t actually need to be said but I figured We’d get this out of the way first. Chris definitely listens to you when you talk about race issues so he knows all about micro aggressions. He always notices them and stands up for you every time. “Baby, if anyone says that shit to you again I’m gonna catch an assault charge!”

💋 He owns silk sheets

This man most definitely would buy a full set of silk sheets after you sleep over his house for the first time and he notices you brought your own satin/silk pillowcase. He doesn’t realize it’s for your hair until he surprises you with them the next time you sleep over and you tell him. “Oh, I just thought you were being bougie.” Then he buys more sets of them because he decides to throw away all his cotton sheets.

💋 He learns your hair care routine

Chris is the only white person you trust to touch your hair. He makes taking care of your hair into a really loving and intimate experience. If you’re in the bath he adds epsom salts, sets up candles, and does a bunch of stuff to set the mood. “You have any music requests, Mama? If not I’m probably just gonna put on the sexy time playlist.” He sits out side of the bath and takes his time washing and conditioning your hair making sure to detangle and section it the way you taught him. He does the same thing when you’re in the shower except he stops occasionally to pull you close and feel you up. “Come here, Baby. You’re so fuckin’ pretty and you smell so nice and clean. I just can’t resist.”

💋 He sits with you when you’re getting your hair braided and brings you snacks

Before your appointment he packs you a lunch bag full of snacks for the both of you because of course he’s coming with you. “Alright, Baby, we’ve got Doritos, McDonald’s chicken nuggets, and a shit ton of candy. We’re all set to go.” If you think he’s not gonna come when you’re gonna be in the chair unable to get away from his yapping you are sorely mistaken. He’s always keeping everyone entertained and happy. “What’s up ladies! You have any tea for me today.” It’s just him feeding you snacks and having silly conversations with you and the person doing your hair. If you ever show up to your appointment without him everyone misses him.

💋 He pays for your acrylics

He insists on giving you the money every two weeks because he’s just “helping to keep his princess feeling pretty” He also likes to help you figure out designs and themes nails. He sends you random texts with nail inspo all the time. “I know a zoo theme seems extra, but let me cook, Mama!” I’m certain that he makes you get a C for Chris on one of your nails every time you get new set. This probably isn’t exclusive to black girls but like as a black person who gets their nails done I like to go all out on the designs and shit gets expensive.

💋 You convince him to wear a durag

He only agrees to do it one time in the house. You use the situation to teach him its use and significance in black hair care. It takes him a few tries and you have to demonstrate it a lot but eventually he is able to put it on correctly and he looks super cute. Not cute in a “this is a good look for you” kind of way, but in an aww “the little white boy is engaging in cultural appreciation” type of way. “I think if anyone saw me like this I would get cancelled.”

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[lavender-teardroplettes]

Positivity Prompt!

Shout out some of your favorite people to talk to and interact with on Tumblr as well as why you love them!

Pass it on💖!

@winndycakes @cotton-candy-jester @queenlilithprime @mama--sloth @mari-0w0 @luna-mayham

0w0 thank you for putting up with my goofy ass guys. uwu Glad to be here with you. <3 Tagged you Mari since, while we don't really talk, I like your games a lot and it's always fun to see you pop up in my notifications. uwu/

Go my minions, spread love./silly

[mindofwesley]

Wasn’t Expecting That.

Nat x Reader. 

Word Count: 965

Warnings: Happiness. Sadness. Illness. Implications of sexy times. Implications of death. 

Summary: A life well lived is a beautiful thing. 

“Can I take your name?” 

When she caught your eye and you smiled, she felt her heart skip a beat.

It’s never happened before, but it took her by surprise.

She wasn’t expecting that.

Why did she suddenly have this warm feeling?

She just wanted coffee.

“Natasha.”

/

It’s been a month now and she remembers the exact moment she fell in love with you.

She had won you a stuffed animal at the carnival and the sparkle in your eye set fireworks off in her heart.

You leaned up and kissed her cheek. It was a delicate kiss, but it held so much meaning.

‘Love is for children.’ She thought shaking off the butterflies.

Then she felt your hand slipping into hers, lacing your fingers together before dragging her to get cotton candy.

She wasn’t expecting that.

/

Another month has come and gone.

She thought she might have misread the signs.

But then after a party you spent the night in her bed.

Tangled together between the sheets as you brought each other to ecstasy before falling into a peaceful slumber with your head on her chest and her arm secured around your body.

…

As morning broke, the sun shone on your features through the crack in the curtains, and you stirred as she ghosted her hand over your cheek.

Opening your eyes, you looked up at her and said, “well, I wasn’t expecting that.”

/ 

‘I love you.’ She whispered.

She said it so quiet she was sure you missed it.

She could tell by the look in your eye that you had come to accept the fact that she may never say it.

You knew she loved you; she made sure her actions showed you that every day but when you said it back, without hesitation it overwhelmed her and bought tears to her eyes.

It was a new concept for her, love, but it came without fear, and another month turned into a year.

She wasn’t expecting that.

/

She didn’t know if this newfound happiness would last. She was terrified she’d mess it up somewhere.

Mess it up to the point of no return.

The little voice in the back of her head telling her that she didn’t deserve the life she was leading and that one day you’d realise that and leave her.

Questioning, that after all she’d done, why would you want her?

She wanted to ask what she did right to deserve you, but she never found the nerve.

Terrified of the answer.

She knew that you knew something was bothering her, by the furrow of your brow and the slight squint in your eyes.

But she knew you wouldn’t ask, because you knew that she’d just tell you that she’s fine and the you’d go round in circles.

She didn’t want to burden you with her insecurities.

She was complicated.

…

‘You deserve to be happy, Natasha.’ You whispered one night.

Her eyes pooled with tears and a small smile graced her face as she kissed the top of your head.

She wasn’t expecting that.

/

She found it strange how your smile changed her life.

How did she get here? She just wanted coffee.

You were married in the spring and she wouldn’t change a thing.

Without that carnival and that innocent kiss on the cheek, what a life she’d have missed.

You took a chance on her when she felt so undeserving.

She wasn’t expecting that.

/

Time. It doesn’t take long.

Three kids up and gone.

…

Natasha remembers the birth of your first child.

A beautiful baby boy, with your eyes and hair color.

He was quick to develop a strong will and determined personality and found a love for sports.

Superstar, you called him.

…

The birth of your second child was difficult.

A little girl, born two months early.  

She looked like Natasha, forest green eyes, and red hair.

It wasn’t long before she saw Natasha dancing and decided she wanted to dance too.

‘I want to be a ballerina like mama’ she’d say.

She was your little Swan.

…

Your third child was your last.

Another little boy. One green eye, one blue. He had Natasha’s smile and your cheeky giggle.

As he grew, he developed an intense interest in astronomy and wanted to be an astronaut.

You called him your little Spaceman.

…

They grew up so quick.

She wasn’t expecting that.

/

You began feeling sick.

‘It’s just the flu.’ You’d say. ‘It’ll pass.’.

It didn’t pass.

You got sicker and sicker, and Natasha was done waiting for you to get better.

So, when the doctor came in and she heard him say ‘It’s come back again.’.

She felt her heart crack.

She wasn’t expecting that.

/

Time. It doesn’t take long.

It’s only been a few months since that fateful day in the doctor’s office and Natasha can see you struggling more as each day passes.

She wants more time with you, she feels selfish, but she can’t help it.

You’ve had a good, long and fulfilling life together, but for her it’s not enough.

It’ll never be enough.

…

She couldn’t let you go, she was terrified of never seeing you again.

‘You’ll find your way back to me.’ You’d tell her.

You always had so much faith in her. Her biggest supporter.

She wasn’t ready, but she knew it was time.

You left a lingering kiss on her palm and gave her a warm smile.

She knew you were hurting, and she knew couldn’t be selfish.

‘It’s okay.’ She whispered, placing a delicate kiss on your cheek, just like you had done to her all those years ago.

Then you closed your eyes and took her heart by surprise.

She wasn’t expecting that.

Note: This has been stuck in my head for months; since I first heard this song. The writing is not brilliant and I cannot say I am happy with it, but I needed to get this out of my head and off my laptop. Apologies✌🏼

[mikeysbabygirl]

Let's start with the NSFW hc's !

First of all: 18+. Minors do not interact, that's the only warning you're gonna have.

𝑰𝒛𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝑲𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒘𝒂 :

Requested by @angeldevil0com

Isn't he grandiose ?

Here he is, in all his majesty, from the end of the room and everything starts between his fleshy lips. His tanned skin glimmers under the sunshine, and everyone in the meeting drinks his words as if he was the one chosen, his men nod at every one of his words.

You're there, at the corner of the room waiting for Tenjiku's boss to be done with his meeting, sitting all pretty and quiet for your man, making his friends think he really did a good job into taming his girlfriend.

Sure, the boss wouldn't allow his bitch to mess up with his reputation, no matter how long they've been together, no matter how fast she secretly makes his heart beat.

Far away from the middle of the room, where all the dirty secrets lay hidden, his opal eyes meet yours. You bite your lips, he exhales.

-" Think we've done for today." Izana surprises his men by stating. " Everyone, out."

~~~

-" Am I making my baby feel good ?" You ask, lips brushing against his with every word. And he would've answered you, if only wasn't he too deeply engulfed in the warm hug your pussy was providing him.

Everyone was gone now, and behind the closed doors of the kingdom, the king could graciously melt in the hands of his queen, worshipping her beauty, fingertips digging in the plush of her thighs.

-" You know you gotta use your words, 'Zana. Can anyone ride this cock like mommy does ?"

He loathed that nickname at first. But the more he saw your loving stares on him, your careful touches, your cotton candy kisses, the more he was convinced you would not leave like his mother . That he could get comfortable around a woman for once.

-" Shit- no one. You're so, so fucking good t'me, love how this pussy's taking me "

Izana loves those moments, when he just drops the crown knowing you've got it handled, knowing this world bears no other one to share his burden, but you.

Nonetheless, he lost none of his charisma. White hair circling his pleasure-contorted face, chest and abs marked by you under your body relentlessly bouncing on him, Izana Kurokawa is the best sight to lose your breath to.

-" You so damn pretty on top o'mme " his voice no more than a grunted whisper, your hand caresses his chest right where you make his heart beats erratic by squeezing his length, the moan to leave his mouth right after was almost desperate, buckling his hips deeper inside you, his hands press your chest tighter against his.

-" more, needa feel you more. I jus' need you "

And the contrast is none but striking, how the almighty Tenjiku's boss leans under your touch like a wounded bird, how desperate is touch turns as he seeks for your lips in a hungry kiss.

-" So needy... " You pant, breathless breaking from the kiss. His pretty eyebrows furrow in displeasure, you nonetheless cling on his shoulders for support, preparing to quicken your pace. " Shhh, worry not baby. I got you, mama's got you "

At his breaking point, Izana couldn't care the least about being heard moaning this loud for you, not with your legs wrapping lotus-like around his waist, taking him deeper than ever.

-" swear to fucking god... No one can kill me but you "

Idk about you, but that's exactly how I see izana being for his s/o

[first-edition]

Sunday Love

“Southern belle”Reader x Cowboy! Bucky

(Sorry for any spelling/grammar errors)

Sum- You‘re back home visiting your mother and sister only to be introduced to your sisters fiancé and his best friend, who just happens to be town heartthrob.

CW- fluff, Fem reader, talk of scars, hint of alcohol consumption, eventual smut, p-in-v Unprotected, breeding kink if you squint, kissing, pet names, profanity. Blood, anger, cussing

“There she is!!” Your mother runs Down the stairs of the porch pulling you into a hug.

“Mama!” You smile hugging her back. The sweet smell of fresh backed pie wafting through your noise as she squeezes you.

“How’s the big city treating you darlin?” She asks excitedly. Evened since you moved out of the house you’ve lived in Vegas you barley have time to visit your family all the way back in south of Montana.

“Loud. Im uh im actually thinking about moving back here but I know yet.” You reply she smiles even wider pulling back from you.

“Where’s peg?” You ask.

“PEGGY GET OUT HERE!” You mother yells her thick southern accent drowning the noise of your car engine still running. Your bright red headed sister comes running outta the house her hand entwined with someone else’s. A tall blonde man who wears cowboy boots, washed out blue jeans with a brown belt, a white tshirt that has an American flag stitched to the shoulder sleeve.

“Y/n!” Peggy let’s go of the man to hug you. You hug her back but your eyes never leave the man in front of you.

“Hi Peg.” You reply slightly less happy than before.

“How’s the big city treat’n you.” She asks.

“Mmhm great Peg who’s this?” You ask crossing your arms and leaning against your car. A red catallac

“Oh come on y/n stop that.” She pulled your arms apart.

“Pleausre to meet you, my name is steve rogers your sister has told me mighty fine things about you.” He says. You eye him up and down as he reaches out a hand. You shake his hand a strong grip on him.

“Y/n…steve and I are engaged…were getting married.“ a huge smile embarks on her face you raise your eye brows.

“O-oh..” you say nearly choking on your own breath.

“I meant to call you but with all the wedding preparations and stuff it’s been a lot.” She says. Your eye catches someone else exiting your childhood home.

Your mother seems to take notice to your aversion and sees bucky standing on the porch.

“OH y/n You remember bucky? Dont you?” She says bringing him down the porch he keeps his hands tucked in his pockets. The dark leather cowboy hat sitting low on his head barley covering bright ocean eyes.

“James barnes.” You say

“Doll. Its nice to see you again” he says a small smile follows your face as he remembered the nick name. You walk up to poking his chest above the black T-shirt he wears.

“Last time I saw you, You were half my size and fat.” You giggle.

“Hmm last I saw you, you was mean and would steal liquor outta mr l/ns stash.” He chuckles. You gasp slapping his arm. Only leaving him with a chuckle.

“I gotta run sugar but I hope to see you tonight?” Steve says to your sister.

“Yeah of course!” She smiles smitten as they share a kiss you avert your eyes in disgust.

“Y/n you should join us tonight bucks holding a party at his ranch tonight.” Steve says.

“Mm you know im kinda tired jet lag and all so i-“

“Youre coming missy, now turn off your engine and bring those bags inside. Bucky be a sweetheart and help now would yah?” Your mom says with out hesitation he nods and grabs the suit case next to you.

“Oh becarful that super-..” you stand a bit stunned as he easily picks it up no grunts or hesitation.

“Heavy.” You finish as he turns and walks inside. You turn to your sister.

“W h a t?” You mouth. She giggles.

————

The loudness of music and people yelling and laughing fill your ears. You walk around seeing kids running with cotton candy, and lemonade.

“Y/n!?” Your sister yells your name. You look over seeing her with steve.

Walking over to them you sigh.

“Hey.”

“You made it!” She smiles giving you a quick hug.

“So..what is this?” You ask.

“Buckys dad passed a way last year and he gave him the ranch and bull ring. He fixed the place up a bit and it’s more of a grand reopening.” Peggy smiles.

“Oh I didn’t know that.” You say she nods.

“Y’all having fun?” Buckys voice speaks from behind you a large smile forming on Peggy’s face.

“Absolutely my little sister just got here too!” She says.

“Im 6 months older than you.” You snidley comment.

“Bucky. Why dont you show y/n around hm?” Steve says.

“Uh yeah. You want a tour?” He asks.

“Yeah sure.” You say. Peggy giggles as you walk off with bucky.

He shows you the bullpen, the horses, the dance floor where everyone is, where the food and drinks are, and finally the mechanical bull where you see your sister riding and screaming.

You notice the entire time hes showing you around he’s stopped by girls, being asked to dance and given a few free drinks which he dosnt take.

You both take a seat at an empty table acrcross from each other. Buck sips on a beer.

“So. Why are you back in town?” He asks

“Mama wanted me to visit so here I am. And might I say I did not expect you of all people to keep getting stopped like that.” You chuckle.

“Ah yeah. Apparently if you loose your arm go through trauma and loose weight the girls of the town go crazy for you.” He says

“Dark horse type then?” You say he nods chuckling. Before starting up the conversation again a girl comes over placing her hand on his shoulder she’s red headed in black jeans and cropped white shirt.

“Bucky wanna dance with me the shuffles gonna be on.” She says

“No. No thanks nat.”

“You promised me a dance last year.” She smiles

“Yeah well we didn’t have a party last year did we?” Bucky says annoyed.

“James ple-“ she starts

“Don’t call me that and get lo-“ he begin only for you to cut him off

“James.”

He looks at you.

Nat takes her hand off him he relaxes.

“Wanna show me the barn? I’d um…I’d like to see the pigs.” You say he huffs and nods getting up to full height towering over nat.

“Come on doll.” He say leaving his beer. You get up as well he holds out his hand to you you glance back at the girl her friends now gathering. You take it in yours following him out.

———-

Bucky leans against the barn wall arms crossed making him look larger than before.

“So pigs? We don’t got pigs.” He says you giggle and nod.

“I know. It’s just. You looked awfully uncomfortable with her you know her well?” You ask he nods in reply as you look down kicking around a loose rock.

“We dated for 2 months after my dad passed. She’s a real….Real, peice of work.” He says taking his hat off about to hang it up on the side while running his fingers through his hair.

“Can I see?” You ask seeing his hat holding out ur hands.

“Mm” he replies handing it to you see the scores black leather with a metal peice around the base. You put it on and it dosnt sit quite right as his head is bigger that urs.

“Howdy.” You say lowering your voice tucking your thumb into you pocket to mimic Bucky. He chuckles rolling his eyes.

“The names Bucky doll im the town heart throb and I’m super strong and ignore everyone except y/n.” He chuckles standing up from his relaxed posture.

“I ain’t gonna dance shuffle with no girl becuase I’m a dark horse. Ooh!” You mimic before almost falling but he catches you keeping you up. Chest to chest.

He tilts the hat up to see ur eyes.

“Th-thanks.” You say his blue eyes boring holes into you.

The space between you closes with his lips on yours. Before he can pull away again you wrap your arms around his neck pulling him closer to your he inhales as his arms pull you in by your waist.

Walking you back. Your back hits the wall of the barn as his hands explore your waist. You hands find his hair pulling gently at the locks leaving a grunt to leave his lips.

“BUCKY!?” You hear someone fainting yelling his name. You can feel the frown on his face before he pulls away.

“BUCK!?” The voice gets closer printing him to pull away. And turn his head to see Steve running into veiw drenched in something.

“SHES GON WILDE NAT IS DESTROYING THE BAR.” He exclaims Bucky immediately leaves you and his hat and rushes out with Steve.

Running into the back nat is holding a crow bar smashing it across the bar table and legs causing beer and glass to spill everywhere. People run out others try to stop her. Slipping in liquid or almost getting hit by the winging crowbar.

“NATASHA! STOP!” Bucky yells at her.

You run in seeing her destroying everything bucks dad had worked for. She picks up a chair throwing it at bottle cabinet making everything fall and crash to the floor.

She turns rage filling her only to se you wearing buckys hat.

She grabs a bottle and chucks it at you you shield your self with your arms which the bottle smashes against casing you to fall.

“THATS ENOUGH!” Bucky says grabbing the swinging crowbar in his left hand the metal against the crowbar ringing when it hits his hand. With his other he grips nat by her hair pulling her to the entry of the bar the crowbar in his o th we hand as she squeals in pain by his grip. The Barr doors open revealing four police men who were called erlier

They immediately take her from Buck in hand cuffs dragging her out screaming he drops the crowbar and hurries to you where your sister and Steve already are.

“F-fuck.” You whine as blood pours from your arm shards of glass sticking out of it.

PART 2

[thedancingcostumeyoungadult]

A Season for Lovers (part 2)- S.R

Doctor Spencer Reid returns after two years away, joining the social season with eyes only for one young lady.

Part 1 here, part 3 here, part 4 here

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Warnings: eventual smut but not in this part, mutual pining, brothers best friend trope, some misogynistic treatment of reader

Word count: ~3500

“The Brechtman ball?” Amelia’s face pops into view through the hanging rolls of fabric, making a face at the shade of pink fabric you held up. “Don’t wear feathers, everyone wears feathers to the Brechtman’s.” Rolling your eyes back at her, you abandon the pink, moving down to a rack of blue silks. 

“I read the society pages too, you know.” A bolt of fabric catches your eye, a fine dove-white cotton dotted with delicate purple flowers stitched in silk and it’s exactly what you had been looking for. “Oh! This one!” You scoop the fabric up excitedly, hugging it to your chest as you hurry to your mother. The modiste standing with her smiles as you approach.

“I thought of you when that first arrived, Miss L/n. A new gown for the Brechtmans, yes?” You look at your mother, who nods with a smile.

“Yes, that’s lovely, dear. You could wear it with your pearl earrings and that lovely purple silk ribbon.” You’re mid nod when you feel a tug on your elbow, turning in surprise to see Amelia as she drags you to the front of the shop.

“You must see who's outside, come look!” She pulls you to the window, pointing across the street excitedly. “That’s your handsome doctor, isn’t it?” You feel your heart take a stutter step in your chest as you look and see that it is indeed Spencer. He looks so handsome you almost swoon, wearing a fine gray suit and a far more serious expression than normal as he speaks to the man standing next to him. A smile comes across your face unbidden even as you furrow your brows in confusion at his presence.

“I didn’t know he was back in town.” You say as your mother leans over your shoulder, having come to see what the fuss was about.

“Well isn’t he a dashing young man? A suitor of yours?” The modiste speaks this time, her words making you blush furiously, a problem made even worse when your mother speaks before you do.

“The only one she cares about.” You turn to her indignantly.

“Mama!” She raises her hands placatingly, backing away as you steal one more look across the street, just in time to see him turn and enter the building behind him. Slightly dejected at the loss of your eye candy, you return to your initial mission of silks and ribbons. 

Leaving the modiste nearly an hour later, you didn’t even glance across the street because you were sure that Spencer had long gone on his way. The heat of the day had eased and the still air carried a hint of rain as you helped put the last of the parcels in the carriage. A commotion across the street catches your attention and you look over, stepping around the carriage to get a better view. 

A view of Spencer practically dragging a disheveled looking man from the building by his elbow. They make it only a few steps before the man lunges away, but is quickly spun and slammed against the wall by Spencer. Something about the sight made your stomach drop in a not entirely unpleasant way. Something about the intense expression on his face, or the quick finality of his show of strength, or the disregard with which he passed the man off to a police officer that had appeared. You’d never seen him be anything but amicable and good natured, but seeing him like this, forceful and commanding, well you certainly weren’t complaining.

However, what you like even more is when he sees you, the intensity of his look fading into a gentle smile. With a few words to his companions, he’s striding towards you and you feel like your feet are rooted to the spot.

“Miss Y/N.” He says quietly as he stops just before you, suddenly looking so adorably shy.

“Doctor Reid.” Your voice comes out low and almost breathless, which in turn makes you blush even deeper than you had already been. His eyes dart nervously around your face.

“I’m sorry that you had to see that.” He speaks gently, first to you, then he gives your mother a respectful nod over your shoulder. “I hope the commotion didn’t disturb your afternoon too much.”

“Not at all, Doctor.” Your mother speaks. “Is everything all right?” Spencer nods as his companion, a tall, dark-haired man with a serious but handsome countenance appears at his shoulder.

“I’m very sorry ladies, Reid, we have to go.” Then he was gone again, leaving Spencer to clear his throat and tip his hat hurriedly to you.

“Of course, my apologies, I’ll let you get about your day.” You’re still rooted down as he retreats, a giddy feeling rising in your chest when he turns back to glance at you, giving you one last smile before he climbs onto one of the waiting horses and is gone.

-

Your feet ache, a dull throbbing that you find almost easy to ignore as Spencer’s laugh fills your ears. He leads you through the last few steps of the lively dance, the both of you giggling breathlessly as you look up at him. 

“One more?” He asks, and every part of your heart wants to say yes but you force yourself to turn him down.

“Not unless you want our engagement announced in tomorrow’s society pages.” You remind him of social custom, though to your confusion a strange look crosses his face, something you can’t quite read. “Besides,” you continue, “if I dance another set my feet might just fall off.” His smile is back in an instant and he offers you his arm. 

“Well we can’t have that, can we?” You’re happy to loop your arm through his and allow him to escort you off the floor. It’s not until he leads you out onto the terrace, the cool night air raising goosebumps on the exposed skin of your neck and arms, that you pay attention to where he’s leading you. 

You sink down gratefully on the bench he leads you to, waving him away when he offers to get you something to drink.

“I’m alright, Doctor Reid, I’m sure you have other young ladies to sweep off their feet.” He sits even as you dismiss him, his hand resting only a hairsbreadth away from yours on the bench cushion. You can feel his proximity as though the air was full of sparks, dancing across your skin and burning in your lungs.

“No,” the slight gravel in his voice makes you melt, his tone so soft you hardly hear it, “there’s no one else.” The world stills, even the other people meandering the terrace fade away as he looks at you, his amber eyes wide and sincere and you gaze back, hoping that in your eyes he can see your soul laid bare. Then his lip quirks upward, his eyes flickering to your lips then back to your spellbound eyes.

“And I thought I asked you to call me Spencer.”

- 

The high, full moon paints the lawn before you as you wander slowly down the path towards the trees. Your feet still ache from dancing, but you ignore it in favor of wandering the grounds. The night is pleasantly cool, a gentle breeze curling through the air and making you thankful you’d brought the soft woolen shawl that was draped about your shoulders. A sound from the trees makes you stop in your tracks, your heart racing as you know you shouldn’t be out this late. But your worry passes immediately when you see the figure that steps into view on the path from the Beaumont estate, his tall, slender frame and soft curls unmistakable even in the dark. Spencer doesn’t see you, his back towards you as he strolls slowly down the path and you pause to admire him. He’s forgone a coat, walking in just his shirtsleeves and vest with his hands in his pockets and his sleeves rolled to the elbow. Allowing a smile to break across your face, you hurry towards him as quietly as you can.

“Spencer!” You hiss as you draw near, laughing as he whips around, startled.

“Y/n?” He squints through the dark.

“Who else?” You laugh softly as you watch him panic a little over the propriety of the situation. 

“You can’t be seen out here!” He hisses, leaning in as if someone were listening.

“Who is here to see?” You glance up at the Beaumont house, partially obscured by the trees, its windows dark and silent. “The Beaumonts? Well into their seventies and asleep before sundown?” Turning over your shoulder, you look back at your own house, completely out of sight behind another line of trees. You face him again, the cool breeze of the night raising goosebumps on your skin as you find his gaze fixed on you. “But if it would make you feel better.” You brush past him, farther down the path and into the stand of trees. A beat of silence falls, save for your footsteps, until the sound of his boots on the stones of the path confirms that he is behind you. 

“Miss Y/n, I don’t want any, um-” He pauses as you stop under a large oak tree, the moonlight breaking through the gaps in the leaves and peppering the ground with glowing patterns that shift with the breeze as you turn to face him, “that is, uhm, I would hate for any assumptions to be made about you due to my presence here.” He finishes after clearing his throat, his hand tugging nervously at the hem of his vest. Without thinking, you step forward, just as close now as you had been when you danced with him. You feel his presence like a magnet, pulling you ever closer to him. His words at the ball come back to you, giving you the courage to go on.

“You know all the rules, Dr Reid, perhaps for once you could try breaking one of them?” Your boldness surprises you a little as you rest your hand on his chest lightly, your fingers curling around the lapel of his vest, your heart hammering in your ears as you raise your eyes to him. 

“I think I’m already breaking about twenty-six.” His voice sounds slightly choked as a smile flickers across his face. His eyes sparkle even in the dark and you swear you can feel his heartbeat thudding frantically under your hand.

“So what’s one more?” He’s so close now, your faces mere inches apart. His hand raises and hesitates, hovering by your shoulder for an instant as his eyes search yours. You nod your permission with a smile. Then his warm hand wraps around the back of your neck and his lips press against your own. Immediately you are intoxicated, melting against his chest as your heart leaps into your throat, your head spinning as he presses closer. His hand coming to rest on your waist spurs you into action, your hands cupping his jaw as you kiss him back hungrily. Your body presses against him, your heart hammering in your ears as sparks fly across your skin. He breaks from you for just a moment, gasping out.

“I love you.” Before you can react he’s swept you up in another kiss, then another, then another, speaking between them as if he physically couldn’t keep himself from kissing you. “I love you, Y/n- you’re- the most wonderful- person I’ve ever met. I feel like- I can’t breathe- unless you’re near me.- God, Y/n.” There’s fire in his kisses now, his hands holding you impossibly close. Eventually you have to stop him, bracing your hands on his chest as you gasp for air, your faces still mere centimeters apart, your noses brushing against each other as you breathe out.

“I love you, Spencer.” He lets out a relieved sound somewhere between a sigh and a sob. All of the urgency is gone when he kisses you next, replaced by pure reverence and soft tenderness that you could have stood and enjoyed forever. But he pulls away from you far too soon, his beautiful eyes glittering down at you in the near blackness. 

“Would you marry me?” Your heart stops in your chest at his whispered query, thinly veiled desperation showing through in the way his arm draws you impossibly closer to his chest. When you simply stare back at him, lost for words, he continues. “Not-not right now I’m not asking you right now, but I-” He sucks in a breath, searching your face. “If I asked, would you say yes?” 

You were standing in a dream, you must be, how else would you find yourself cradled in Spencer Reid’s arms, held as though you were the most precious thing in the world to him as he asks you to be his wife. 

“Yes.” Is all you can manage, joy rising in your chest and tears pricking your eyes. You see your own joy reflected in his face as you bring your hand up to gingerly trace your fingertips over the planes of his jaw as you had wished a thousand times to do. He lets out a soft laugh, letting his forehead fall to rest against yours. Your own laugh bubbles up from your chest in return, a tear escaping his eye just as one of your own rolls down your cheek. In matching movements, you both swipe the tear off the other’s cheek.

“Oh my angel,” You could collapse at his sweet tone and sweeter words, his thumb leaving sparks on your skin as he brushes it along the curve of your cheek, “I’ve dreamt of holding you so many times, I’m afraid I’m going to wake up from this.” 

“Me too.” The air sparkles as he brings his face even closer, just barely letting his lips brush yours.

“In case this is a dream, I’m going to keep kissing you, okay?.” You didn’t answer, just closed the gap between you, perfectly content to go along with his plan.

-

The silence in your father’s study feels like a thousand pounds resting on your chest as you watch him study Spencer, who stands before him with his head held high. Finally, your father stands, looming over his desk and your heart struggles to beat as he speaks.

“Doctor Reid if anything untoward has occurred I will have your head.” Spencer stands even taller

“Sir, on my life I would do nothing to endanger her.” You can’t help the light flush that creeps up your neck at the almost lie.

“It’s no matter then, I have already promised her hand.”

“Father!” 

“That promise is not yours to give!” Spencer and you speak at the same time, your father throwing up his hand to silence our protests.

“Young man-” He begins, but Spencer cuts him off, an edge of anger seeping into his voice.

“Did you even consider her thoughts on the matter? Did you ask her or did you just sign her over? Is- is her happiness not paramount to you? It is to me.” His eyes leave your father then, sliding past him to find you. “If she were to say that she would be happier in another match, I will never speak another word in opposition.” The slight sadness in his tone tugs on your heart and you offer him a soft, reassuring smile and shake your head to tell him that no, you would not be happier in another match. 

“Mr Fields has-” Spencer’s gaze is back on your father in an instant at the mention of Fields.

“Nothing that I do not. It is clearly not a matter of station, so what have I done that prevents your blessing?”

“Doctor Reid, do not think that I am not aware of your presence at the betting tables.”

“I win my bets, sir.”

“I will not have you wagering my daughter’s dowry on horses.”

“I have never planned to see a cent of her dowry, that is hers to do with as she sees fit and I have never bet money that I did not have. But, if that is your condition, I will never place another bet. Sir, please.” He steps forward, standing tall. “I understand that we are asking you to break a contract but this is a matter of the rest of your daughter’s life. She is more precious than the very sky and I am willing to spend the rest of my life proving it to her. She deserves happiness, and I believe that I can give her that.” Your father pauses, still turned away from you so you can’t see his face. There’s no air in the room as the moment stretches into an eternity, the silence weighing heavy on us all. 

“She will be cared for?” Your lungs manage to fill with air, the oppressive weight sitting on your chest easing substantially. 

“To my last breath, sir.” Your father turns to you then, studying you intently.

“And you would be content in this match?” Your heart soars at his words.

“Father, I would be overjoyed.” His gaze flits between the two of you before letting his rigid demeanor fall, offering you a small smile.

“Then who am I to say different? Doctor Reid, you have my blessing.” He hardly finished his sentence before you had thrown your arms around him.

“Thank you Father.” You press a kiss to his cheek as he hugs you tightly. When he releases you, he kisses your forehead.

“I only wish to see you happy, my child.” He looks over your shoulder and gestures for you to turn around and when you do he gives you a soft nudge towards Spencer, still standing before you and looking at you with an elated smile. You’re in his arms in an instant, the both of you letting out relieved laughs as you hold each other tight, your lover rocking you back and forth gently. Before the moment goes on too long, your father speaks.

“Join us for dinner, Doctor Reid, and make it all official where Y/n’s mother can’t scold me for allowing her to miss it.” 

That evening you find yourself in a pale lilac gown, seated beside your aunt and directly across from Spencer, neither of you able to keep your eyes off the other over the dinner table for more than a few seconds, fighting back giddy smiles. You’ve hardly been seated for a minute before your father clears his throat, looking pointedly at Spencer, who flushes a sweet pink and stands, clearing his own throat as he makes his way around the table.

“Before we begin dinner, I would like to take a moment of your time.” He offers you his hand, helping you up as your mother and aunt both gasp excitedly. They fade into mere background noise as you look up at your lover in his best navy blue suit, holding both your hands in his and looking at you as though there was nothing but the two of you. “Y/n,” he begins softly, “You have had my heart from the moment we met, and it will remain yours as long as I live.” One of his hands releases yours as he sinks to one knee, producing a navy velvet ring box. “It would be the greatest honor of my life to call myself your husband so, Y/n y/l/n, will you be my wife?” Even having known it was coming, you can’t help the flood of joyful tears that spill forth as you watch him open the box, revealing a delicate gold ring with a spray of vibrant emeralds set around a purple sapphire like leaves around a flower. Finally you find your voice, letting out a soft sob as you speak.

“Yes, yes, Spencer, I’ll be your wife.” He’s crying now too as he slips the ring onto your finger, standing amidst excited exclamations from your mother and aunt. They crowd around you, gasping at the ring and tittering about wedding preparations but all the while you can’t take your eyes off of Spencer. He holds your gaze and you understand without words that there was so much left unspoken. How you wish for the solitude of a dark corner or empty hallway so you could let him draw you close and hold you the way you longed for, the way he did the night he told you he loved you, and whisper together everything that can’t be said aloud. He gives your hand a squeeze before releasing it to accept your father’s handshake, an opportunity immediately seized by your mother as she quickly grabs your wrist and pulls you into a hug.

“Oh congratulations my darling girl.” She whispers, rocking you gently side to side. “I can’t imagine a better match.” 

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Have you seen that raccoon video?😂😭

Where he tries to clean the cotton candy and it just disappears in water and he's all sad 😂😭

Imagine that happening to Lottie, she thinks her cotton candy got dirty because it fell down and she wants to clean it before she eats it and she puts it under running water and it disappears and she's like dada where did it go?🥺🥺🥺

Omg I love that video!!!!!

It makes perfect sense to her and you know this would happen during the chapter where Tony brought in the petting zoo so she’s still very little and not talking yet. She’s seen her mama wash fruit that’s fallen on the floor so for her it makes sense to wash the cotton candy too. Lottie grabs a water bottle and dumps the water over the cotton candy and it just disappears and she starts crying! 🥺🥺🥺 it’s ok though because her daddy gets her more and she loves cotton candy!

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Hello🤗! It's the anon who has a geeky mom!

Made it through chapter 5 and here's my Mama's thoughts. Warning: she cried A LOT.

She's kind off curious about Mickey and wondered if he could be important in the future. She got upset when no one knew who he was lol. "Mickey Mouse was my childhood! How could they?!" She cried. She also got really worried for Yuu and the Overblots. She's surprisingly quick to guess that Vil was about to overblot because of the epilogue from last chapter.

She was excited that the school held festivals because her school did that.

My mom screamed when she saw Riddle and Kalim again. She wanted to know if Riddle was able to get through with his mom. I should mention she wants to adopt the overblot victims.

She kept on roasting Vil throughout the chapter, especially whenever he acted mean towards Epel. "I'll show you who's a potato you Bratz doll rip-off!". She legit said that.

She thinks Rook's creepy 🤣. She also wanted Leona to sing.

She instantly fell in love with Ortho.

My mom, ever the music lover, started jumping excitedly during the audition. She even clapped and cheered for all of them.

She thought the songs were bops.

Neige and the Dwarves are adorable to her.

During Vil's overblot and flashback, her disgust towards Vil turned to empathy. She especially felt bad when Vil was being bullied. On a lighthearted note, she wished my dad was like Vil's dad.

She's so proud of Deuce she literally cried tears of joy.

She thought that Malleus and Yuu's friendship was cute. She wished there was an option where we could call Malleus MalMal instead of Tsunotaro.

She was kinda down when NRC didn't win but was happy for RSA nonetheless. She called it karma that Vil was forced to sing with Neige. She felt bad for Jamil though.

My mom legit bursted into happy tears when she saw Mickey in the flesh but that joy turned to fear and worry when Grim attacked us. "What happened?! Is Yuu alright?!"

And now she thinks Idia is sketchy. She refuses to believe Ortho is in on this. "Nooooo, not the cute robot boy!"

As a sidenote, she said that if I ever went to NRC, she's pulling me out immediately 😂.

[Here’s the other installments for the Mom Anon: Ep 2 / Ep 3 / Ep 4]

Don’t ask where Ep 1 is; I don’t actually recall having received an ask specifically about that—

Good, feed TWST your tears 😊

Your mom can join the rest of the TWST theorists on the true nature and meaning of Michard Mouse who has lost all of his fame and extensive media empire in this world 😩 I think at this point the pattern for OBs has been well established (though the festival setting is certainly new and provides an added element of public exposure to the threat). djsvwjxnkss Imagine being some happy-go-lucky festival goer and you witness a celebrity causing chaos 😅 I think you’d just drop your cotton candy and run for the nearest authority figure at that point… Good thing the NRC boys were able to keep the OB contained though!

Yeah, it’s always exciting to see old characters return in later episodes your mom’s in for a treat with episode 6. We can see how they’ve changed since we last saw them. Unfortunately, we don’t get to hear of the aftermath of the conversation Riddle had with his mother, but it’s nice to just catch up with the dorm leader that started it all. (And, of course, Kalim is also present being a good boi 😌)

Mmm, I don’t think Vil acted the nicest (especially not this episode) but 🤔 I do think it’s interesting to observe how much harsher the criticisms made at his expense can be. I get the sense that people think it’s okay to call Vil out for his cruelty, but hesitate to do the same for others (such as Riddle), even when those characters have all done/said abhorrent things. I wonder if that justification comes down to Vil being the type of person who doesn’t like to show when he is hurting or being affected by negative comments (versus other characters, who are more overtly emotional or reactive). It comes with the territory of being a celebrity: you need thick skin to survive in the entertainment industry, where everyone will be judging you at all times of the day. It must bring him a lot of distress, and it also leaves him in a tough situation where he often cannot outwardly express his frustrations.

I don’t know, it makes me feel slightly uncomfortable seeing Vil in particular receives certain kinds of vitriol from the fandom, because I’m sure he’s also getting that in-universe from his “haters”. No matter where he exists, he must be facing intense public scrutiny (sometimes on very superficial things too), and I don’t know how he manages to deal with it. Like, even in the comment quoted, it’s not Vil’s character being insulted but his appearance (even if his appearance is totally unrelated to the situation). I guess it’s easy to roast celebrities when you only really get to see slivers of them in various media or maybe they’re seen as living “perfect” lives, but I don’t agree with being mean to them (or to anyone, really 💦). Confident people can still be hurt, and those in seemingly glamorous positions have valid issues. That isn’t to defend their missteps, but rather just me being sad about a general lack of empathy 😔

Let Rook beeee 😭 I won’t stand for this huntsman slander— Funnily enough, the game has teased Leona singing a few times before (most recently in Endless Halloween Night), but we’ve never actually heard him do it.

The VDC auditions were so cuuute 🥰 I really enjoyed the variation in their performances, as well as the characterization of Rook and Vil that we got through it. Rook is the positive judge that can see the charm points in each individual, but Vil is the more critical judge that can really “read” what is at the core of each person’s performance. For example, he mentions that Cater’s performance doesn’t seem to have heart behind it and that Lilia’s performance makes him seem older than a high school student. MY FAVORITE ONE WAS ORTHO THOUGH, his was so cool!! They patched his scene so that he sounds like a Vocaloid while singing, which was an excellent touch 🎵 (Great job with that one, Idia!)

Mmm, I personally don’t care for the songs in episode 5 (with the exception of Piece of My World, if that counts), but I’m glad that others enjoyed them so much! I feel similarly towards Neige and the Dwarves; there’s nothing offensive about them, they’re just a little… bland for my tastes. Cute, yes, but ultimately bland.

Vil and Azul have similar backstories in that they involve being bullied and then using that experience to fuel their efforts to better themselves and to prove their worth to their peers. I think this is why those two are able to garner sympathy (but not always empathy) from the fandom. Oddly enough though, I usually see people not forgiving Vil for his actions while also exonerating Azul for his. This… has always been weird to me, because I see Azul as someone who has done much more damage over the years than Vil has—and what’s more, Vil is one of THE most apologetic OB boys of the cast and clearly owns up to his wrongdoings. I think this difference comes from the perception of each boy; again, Vil is often viewed as harsh and overly critical, and not a lot of the general public can relate to his being a child star, so he earns less empathy overall 💦 Some of this perception also comes down to a misunderstanding of his reasons for Overblotting; I've seen many label it as shallow or driven by vanity when... well, that's not entirely true. He's ultimately looking for approval and validation of his identity and the work that he does, and that's something I think everyone wants. I just wish more people were open-minded when looking over Vil's backstory. Just because he had a successful career and a supportive father doesn't mean Vil didn't struggle to get to where he is today. Even then, he's not entirely happy with himself. That's not Vil being spoiled or entitled, that's Vil thinking he can be even better. It's that ambition and drive that defines him.

aiudbaidbabsd Vil's dad though 😫 the real OG... It must be hard for a big star like him to make time for his child, and yet he still manages to do it. It's also just nice to see a supportive parent for once in these flashbacks instead of people like the Viper parents and Mama Rosehearts (or not really involved in or aware of the formative trauma like the Kingscholar parents and the Ashengrotto parents).

When I first played through episode 5, I wasn't expecting Deuce to get his unique magic at all. Now that it's said and done, I think we can all share in his pride and excitement. We've followed him on this journey for so long, and he finally gets this big payoff and he gets to rub it in Ace's smug face.

Episode 5 is a big turning point in terms of Malleus and Yuu’s relationship; this is when his true identity is revealed to them and everyone else becomes aware that they know each other. As I’ve said before, I don’t find myself convinced by their friendship due to how little they interacted during the main story, but I guess that’s just a consequence of the writers trying to keep Malleus “mysterious”. I’m sure plenty of people find him and Yuu endearing in spite of that.

I believe the significance of Malleus being called “Tsunotaro” even after his true name and title are revealed is that it calls attention to Yuu just treating him like a normal person. There’s no option to call him some variant of his actual name because “Malleus” is inherently associated with big titles: the dorm leader of Diasomnia, crown prince to the Briar Valley, one of the strongest mages in all of Twisted Wonderland. These isolate him from others, and it’s of great importance that Yuu is an exception to this and treats him like an equal.

Haha, there’s always that initial hit of disappointment when the results come out. It’s good that your mom didn’t linger on the sadness and the defeat for too long and was happy that the nice RSA boys cinched the victory. Everyone singing and suffering together at the end was the perfect way to conclude the Pomefiore arc~ (Jamil’s deadpan tone and face were 👌)

cbssksnsn That’s a first 😂 I don’t think I’ve seen many people get excited at the idea of meeting Mickey; I feel like most TWST fans (myself included) are quick to meme on him or theorize, or they’re just put off by his presence at all. It certainly feels a little “out of place” with the aesthetics and the world (at least until it gets further explanation).

I was worried about Grim attacking Yuu too but 😔 it ultimately just amounts to nothing more than a cat scratch, which I found disappointing (as it’s really low stakes despite how serious the situation is framed). That’s probably a relief to others though, I can’t imagine that most would be eager to see Yuu and Grim in pain.

… Since when has every end of episode preview for the next ever made the next OB boy NOT look sketchy?? 👁 👄 👁 It’s okay, no matter how sketchy Idia may be, Ortho’s there to balance it out with his innocence.

Isekai’d into Twisted Wonderland with your mom?? 😂 I don’t think the main story would be able to happen if any sane, responsible adult was actually present long enough to keep the kids out of trouble looking at you, Crowley.

[asoftepiloguemylove]

home is the first grave

Karen Russell St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves / unknown / @/southern-gothic-decay (on tumblr) / Adonis (tr. Khaled Mattawa) excerpt from Body, "Selected Poems" / unknown / Mary Oliver Metamorphosque / Nikki Giovanni excerpt from Adulthood II, "Cotton Candy on a Rainy Day" / Warsan Shire excerpt from Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head: Poems / Team Dresch Uncle Phranc / @/elsiewarrenswords (on tumblr) / Wych elm Susan Smith

i. Karen Russell, St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves

[ "her own bedroom. When she was very small, she would wake up tearing at her bedspread and shrieking, 'I wanna go home! I wanna go home!' Which was distressing to all of us, of course, because she was home." ]

ii. unknown

[ "FUCK YOU IF YOU EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN / I'LL SHOVE MY HANDS DOWN YOUR THROAT / AND RIP OUT THE VERY HEART YOU STOLE FROM ME / UNTIL YOU CAN'T BREATHE AND THE HAUNTING / IMAGES FILL YOUR BRAIN AND THE BUGS / EAT YOUR REMAINS THERE WILL BE NO / REMORSE FROM ME AND I HOPE OU ROT IN THE GRAVE / YOU STOLE MY CHILDHOOD FROM ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT" ]

iii. @/southern-gothic-decay

[ "2. You can always make things more difficult. Draw it out. Make it interesting. Oh, you don't want to follow someone else's blueprints? Oh, you want to create something new? Too bad. We can't all be architects. Some of us were born to lay the bricks. Some of us were born to hide the bodies. You've been building this house since you were born, just like your father. Just like your father, you will not live to see it finished. The house has been a nursery. The house has been a burial site. The house is swallowing bodies before the blood has dried. Your inheritance is a knife's edge. Your inheritance is a culling. When the time comes, even your coffin will be a family heirloom. Come, make sure the measurements are right." ]

iv. Adonis (tr. Khaled Mattawa), Body

[ "And his ghosts said: Let's move on / Before the body is piling itself upon itself / secret by secret / Rot is also a heart / rot is also childhood / rot is also what love is" ]

v. Mary Oliver, Metamorphosque

[ "In the beginning I was so young and such a stranger to myself I hardly existed. I had to go out into the world and see it and hear it and react to it, before I knew at all who I was, what I was, what I wanted to be." ]

vi. Nikki Giovanni, Adulthood II

[ "There is always something / of the child / in us that wants / a strong hand to hold / through the hungry season / of growing up" ]

vii. Warsan Shire, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head

[ "Mama, I made it / out of our home / alive, raised by / the voices in my head." ]

viii. Team Dresch, Uncle Phranc

[ "My mom says she loves me / But i don't think it's love / Cause she only loves me / When i act just like she does // And that's emotional blackmail" ]

ix. @/elsiewarrenswords

[ "I think that's what happens when you've lived a lonely childhood. You get too attached to people as you get older, in the hope that they'll give you the care and love that you missed out on and never leave you." ]

x. Wych elm, Susan Smith

[ "Why'd you do this to me / I was your baby / You made me" ]

[sissylittlefeather]

1951?/52 baby teenage Elvis, Gladys starts selling Avon and Elvis is her test subject for some of the products, he loves how it looks tho so Gladys allows him to keep some things to play with and it kinda gets him into the rockabilly scene

Hi, friend! I'm sorry this took me so long. Please enjoy this short (but sweet) little thing, just for you. I hope it meets your expectations! ❤️

Warnings: NONE, this is pure cotton candy fluff!

Avon Calling

Elvis comes home from school to find his mother at the dining room table with some kind of pink suitcase.

"Oh! Booby, you're here! I need your help."

He walks cautiously to the table and sits down.

"What's all this, Mama?"

"I've found something new to help us make ends meet."

"Aw, Mama, you shouldn't have to do that. Me and Daddy can take care of all that." She purses her lips and opens the case.

"Booby, I want to do this. Will ya just let me? I'm excited."

"Okay, okay, Satnin, you can do whatever this is." He gestures to the suitcase.

She smiles and holds up a lipstick.

"It's Avon! I'm going to help the ladies in our neighborhood beautify themselves."

"Alright, Mama. But what did you need my help with?" She smiles sweetly at him.

"I need to test my makeup skills."

"Aw, Mama, no. That's embarrassin'. Boys don't wear makeup."

"I know, Booby, but I have no one else. I promise no one will ever see you. Please? Just help me?" He looks at her sitting there, a pleading look on her face. He loves her so much and wants to make sure she's happy. What could it hurt?

"Alright, fine. But we're wiping it off as soon as you're done." He scoots closer to her so she can get to his face. He can tell she's excited to do this.

"Okay, close your eyes." She begins to pat some powder on his face. He tries not to sneeze. Then, she rubs some rouge on his cheeks.

"Just a little, for a natural look."

"Okay, Mama. Whatever you say."

"Now I'm going to do some eye makeup. Keep your eyes closed and stay still." She carefully swipes on some eyeliner on his upper eyelids.

"Okay, open." Then she takes the little brush and applies some mascara to his thick brown lashes.

"Alright, is that all? Are you finished?" He asks impatiently, keeping his eyes open and looking around. He wants to help his mama, but he's nervous to see what she's done to him.

"Oh, Booby. You look beautiful. I'm not half bad at this. Go take a look." She's amazed at how good he actually looks. He walks to the bathroom to see her handiwork.

When he sees himself in the mirror, his mouth pops open. His cheekbones seem more prominent and his complexion is smooth. And his eyes. Wow. His beautiful blue eyes are even more remarkable when they're brimmed by thick black lashes. He turns side to side, incapable of taking his eyes off himself.

"What do you think?" His mama hollers from the kitchen.

"I-I look- I look good." He walks back into the kitchen and puts his arms around her.

"Oh, Satnin, thank you. You were right. You're great at this." He kisses her on the cheek.

"Do you wanna wipe it off now? Maybe I can try again?"

"No, Mama. I don't want to wipe it off at all." In that moment he decides. Makeup is something he'll wear whenever he can get away with it.

"Mama, can I have these?" He picks up the eyeliner and mascara.

"Of course, Booby. Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm sure." He takes the makeup and goes back into the bathroom to admire himself again. Now he just needs to figure out how to put it on himself...

Hope you love it! ❤️

[tokusaatsus]

oh oh 24 + mama?!

(hi reze :P thank you for your amazing work i cannot wait to eat this up when you post it :)))

MADARA + 24: cuddles of reassurance

warnings: none

Curled up on the couch with your knees pulled against your chest, you hum to yourself as you flip through the pages of the book you’re currently reading. It’s nearing nighttime, the clock to your left displaying the numbers 07:09 in neon red colours. You think you might go to bed soon, except you don’t want to because there’s something–rather, someone–you need to wait up for. Then the door bangs open.

Speak of the devil, you think, because in trudges your boyfriend, one Mikejima Madara, and he looks exhausted.

He stands there, framed in the doorway, his face a blank mask. The barest streaks of sunset fall through the windows, illuminating the ground in front of him with cotton candy tones and leaving him in shadow. There’s something poetic to say there, maybe. Then his eyes fall upon you and slowly, slowly, the life returns to his expression. He stumbles towards you like a man possessed and you barely have the wherewithal to put your book aside before he’s draping himself over you, desperately seeking your warmth.

His face ends up near your collarbone, and his lips brush against your skin as he speaks, causing you to shiver. “Hi.”

“Hi,” You say. Your fingers reach up, untangle the little braids in his hair so it falls freely, then begin to lightly scratch at his scalp. He practically melts into you, letting out a little sigh, his fingers flex–tightening around your waist, then loosening like he has to force himself to let go. “Long day?”

“Mm.” He hums in lieu of a reply, and you don’t press any further. When he gets like this, it’s best to just say nothing. Madara’ll tell you when he’s ready, and you have no illusions about your place in his life. He loves you, sure, but there are some things he just cannot share and so you’ll simply wait until he’s ready to tell you.

“Okay,” You say simply. “D’you want me to run you a bath or something? There are leftovers in the fridge I can heat up for you.” You make an aborted movement to get up, eager to be of use and his arms tense, forcing you to sit still.

“Can we…” His voice cracks and he takes a quick breath, tries again. “Can we just stay like this? For a little while longer?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” You settle back down, letting him burrow closer. You can feel the ridges of his bones pressing into you, sharp and a little painful. He smells like sweat and cinnamon, with a tangy iron coating–a smell you’ve come to associate with Madara. “Of course. Whatever you want, baby.”

“Thanks,” He whispers. “I love you.”

You smile softly. “Love you too.”

notes!

WC: 457 words

reze txt HI LEE <3 here is your mama !! sorry for being so late i’ve been. swamped with work lately sobsob </3 anyways i hope you like it~ enjoy !!

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[yoshimickster]

AND NOW-sibling chat! Vee:... Hunter:... Luz:...OKAY-fine, group date! Hunter: OH thank you thank you thank you. Vee: You have NO idea how much we need this. Like, I'm SLIGHTLY less awkward with Masha than Hunter is with Willow, but...ya know, the whole "I knew them while disguised as you and need to start from scratch" thing...yeah. Luz: So you know, just because I landed a cotton candy haired sweet potato does NOT make me a love expert. Hunter: PFFT, yeah we KNOW. Vee: Its just the only OTHER person we can talk about this is Mama Camila and while we LOVE her...we fear the talks. Hunter: Talks about our BODIES! Luz: OKAY-let's not go into that, ONTO THE...uh...what outdoor activities still exist? Hunter: Uh...movie? At...an incredibly awkward time? Vee: I'm NOT going back to that zoo...never again. Luz: AH-we'll wing it-NOCEDA SIBLINGS HO! Vee/Hunter: HOOOO!