#this was so sweet?? thank you so much for sending?? water mom is pleased

[tiyoin]

parents day shenanigans

ep 1: trey’s mom tries playing match maker

it being parents weekend at nrc and you’re helping your friends / the staff in preparing and you noticed several different parents just… staring at you. they’re not discreet either😭

you see some students fighting their parents- like physically fighting them as they’re pushing their son in your direction 😭 you catch one of the students gaze, and smile at them, sending them a polite wave as you make your exit.

this doesn’t stop though.

the more time that goes by and the busier you get, the more families filter in. the more younger siblings of your peers seem to scream your name before a quick slap to their mouth keeps them quiet.

you’ve told grim about this and all he says is that he should start paying them to take pictures with you AND grin the great. you chuckle as you kneel to the ground. opening a small duffel bag crowley armed you with, you start mixing around for a bottle of water.

why’d crowley have to pick the hottest day of the season for family day. curses.

“you’re y/n, right?” suddenly a shadow blocked the beating sun from your crouched form. the voice, for once, was feminine, it was soft and flowy. clearing your throat, you began to turn around “yes, that’s me” looking up at the rather petite woman, you noted her kind smile and rosy cheeks.

though there was a bit of… something in her golden gaze that you couldn’t quite place. it reminded you of a hawk, yet it didn’t have the same intensity as the bird of prey’s. slightly guarded of the mystery woman, you began to stand, dusting off the dirt on your uniform pants.

“grim you mind getting me a bottle of water from the duffel” “uh, yeah i do mind” he huffed, turning his nose up. but you didn’t play into his antics this time, just softly thanking him as you turned to face the woman.

and just as you thought, in a few seconds you heard grumbling and rustling as the monster looked through the duffel.

“i’m sorry, it was rude of me to not introduce myself- i’m trey’s mom, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” sticking her hand out, you stared at it for a second, flickering your gaze to her smiling eyes before you hesitantly focused on shaking her hand.

“it’s really nice to meet you mrs.clover” she laughed, flicking her hand as if you told her a joke.

“please, just call me alice! with how much my son talks about you it feels like we’re already friends!” she smiled behind her hand. her eyes never leaving yours as she watched your jaw open in shock.

“he- he talks about me?”

like vil schonheit, she gasped in surprise, her hands flying to her mouth as if she just realized she ratted on her son. “oops! silly me, i shouldn’t have told you that! please don’t tell try what i told you the next time you see him, okay?”

about to swear your silence, her hands lowered as her lip quirked up “or do, he’s adorable when he’s flustered” and just like that the smirk was gone and her sweet persona took over.

“o- okay” you gulped due to the lost of words you seem to find yourself at. what the hell was happening??? it hasn’t even been five minutes and this woman has made you go through the 3 of the however amount of stages of grief already.

“here” a cute, raspy voice said from behind you. feeling a small few tugs on your pant sleeve, you accept the water bottle from grim, immediately chugging it to combat the new heat you found yourself in.

“oh what an adorable cat you have there, i’ve heard all about ‘grim the great’ as well” she leaned down to pet his head. normally- normally grim would snap his teeth at an unwelcome touch… and yet- grim seemed to welcome it no, enjoy it was his ever so famous grin exposed more teeth than you’ve ever seen.

“nya-ah!! see! i told you everyone loves grim the great!” picking up the boasting cat, you could only roll your eyes as you adjusted him in your grip.

“geez grim, go to town on the tuna last night? i swear you weren’t this heavy yesterday” you groaned, trying to fix him with your knee.

huffing, grim crossed his arms and refused to look at you or acknowledge your struggling. “hmph! a henchman should always be able to carry their master! you’re just weak!!” “am not”

“allow me to try” a voice interjected.

you wanted to smack yourself in the face for forgetting someone- let alone trey’s mother was here and a witness to your usual shenanigans with your partner in crime.

“are you sure?” you look at his squishy tummy as you offer her a coy smile“he’s quite heavy”

“pshh- nonsense! i’m a baker! we’re used to carrying all sorts of things. we’re quite strong so to say.” she takes him from your grasp easily. and with the same easiness, she put him in a comfortable baby position where his legs were around his waist, arms around her neck, and his neck over her shoulder.

“there! easy peasy lemon squeezy!” you could hear from sigh in content, his forked tailed swooshing happily.

“remind me not to get in an arm wrestling match with you anytime soon” you mused, looking around nervously as the woman wouldn’t stop staring at you.

laughing softly, she shook her head “it’s not me you should be worried about-“

“mom?!”

kill me now. kill me now. kill me now.

“speak of the devil and he shall come! trey baby how are you! i thought you were with your father and your younger siblings”

trey made his way up to your little group from behind you, stopping only when he turned the line into a triangle.

“y-y/n! i’m sorry if my mom said anything weird”

waving him with a woobly smile, you jerked your head towards his mom. “she’s actually been a great help with keeping this one outta my hair” trey looked at the furry sack in his mother’s arms and only sighed.

“mom-“

“now now trey, let the ladies talk in peace okay!”

you swore you could see a grey hair manifesting as he sighed. “mom y/n is super busy and has to get back to work, let me introduce you to my science club teacher okay?”

quick and straight to the point, trey clover as usual had an agenda and that was to get his mom away from you before she said anything too revealing.

huffing, the woman pet grim once more before giving him over to you. but before that, she made sure to fix the cat monster’s position to where he was resting on your hip. with a proud smile she stepped back and looked at the two of you.

“look at you!! a natural!” she clapped, eyeing her son next to you for a moment before she bid you farewell. (not without a few comments herself )

there was a beat of silence before he sighed again. rubbing the nape of his neck he adverted his eyes bashfully. “i’m sorry about her, she’s a bit…”

“bubbly?”

“ambitious, that too- but definitely ambitious. she’s head of marketing for our family bakery for a reason”

“no shit” you gapped, watching the short haired woman vanish in the crowd. still nodding, albeit awkwardly this time, you adjusted your grip on the heavy cat. “he’s like a fat toddler” you joked, wanting a small chuckle from your senior.

“yeah… you’re definitely right about that”

“trey! honey! i forgot to give your friend her treat!”

like a panther, she jumped out from the sea of swarming families with a purpose.

“oh my sevens ” he breathed, rubbing his creasing brows. smiling up at him, you made a comment about it just being a treat.

“because of my son’s dorm” she started once she was within ear shot “i wanted to make his friends a little something something”

“now i see where you get your baking prowess from” you elbowed him, but he was too busy keeping his flushed face in the palm of his hands to respond.

“here you go~” she cooed “it’s a chocolate lollipop! in the shape of a heart! cute right! trey made it himself!”

“that’s cause i thought they were for an-“

ignoring her son, she started explaining the wrapped sweet to you. “oh yeah it’s definitely one of his best works!”

“really?” you mused, looking up at him “even better than your tiramisu?” he shrugged, still ostrich-info in his pile of sand (his hands).

“even better~ now c’mon trey! we have to find maddie, she’s wondered off again”

“again?” his head popped out as his glasses were a bit crooked, being a friendly neighbor, you did the only natural thing.

“uh trey” you pointed at your own face once you made eye contact “your glasses are a bit crooked”

cursing silently, he fixed him with a quick thank you before he rushed off in whatever direction his mom had come from.

and finally, with a big thumbs up and a toothy, shiny smile, she left to follow her son.

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[asterias-record-shop]

hi friend!

i was wondering if you could please write a fic where ethan finds the reader’s diary and finds out all the stuff they’ve been thinking about? smut if you feel comfortable or inspired for it, thank u! (no particular kinks at all, whatever suits you or you feel comfortable writing)

i really appreciate ur work so much, the past two things i’ve requested have been wonderfully done 🖤 thank u!

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Brother’s Best Friend! Enemy! Ethan Landry x Fem! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - smut, maybe slight angst?

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.5K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Ethan and your brother had been best friends since before they could walk. You and Ethan hated each other before you were even born. You hated him, everything about him from his stupid hot face to his stupid hot body to every single fucking part of him that was fucking stupidly hot, and you expressed this in your diary. And of course, that stupidly hot fucking idiot read your diary.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - NON-GHOSTFACE AU || older Ethan || age difference (like almost 2 years, Ethan is 20 you’re late 19) || again, brother’s best friend || you write in a diary || lots of sexual tension || Ethan’s popular with your brother || playful banter || sexual fantasies || I named your brother || both consenting parties || behind your brother’s back || cursing and foul language || multiple orgasms || multiple positions || choking || cumming inside || sex while on the phone || degradation & praise || self degradation || mentions of pregnancy || 

Ethan coming over always made you pissed off. Him and your brother Jacob were always loud and never shut up, they always did something stupid because your parents were never here at the beginning, and Ethan never stopped bothering you when your brother wasn’t in the vicinity.

Which was exactly what was happening right now as you stood in the kitchen, spooning food into your mouth.

What you wore was not bad to be wearing in your own goddamn house, but it might as well have been Ethan’s house too with how much he was over here because of family problems. Just some normal gray sweats and a shirt that truly fit the question you always asked Ethan, “Who the hell invited you?” with no bra underneath.

You damn well weren’t going to let Ethan take you out of your comfort clothes.

They were loud as they came in, laughing and talking as you rolled your eyes. Of course your peace was now ruined.

“Oh, hey Y/N!” Your brother smiled at you, walking over and pressing a quick kiss to your temple as you finished your food. “Had a good day?”

“I was,” you respond, glaring at Ethan who sends you a grin as he leaned against the kitchen counter. “Thought you guys weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow.”

“Wanted to surprise mom,” he said as he reached up to grab some snacks from the upper shelf, yelling as he walked to the living room. “Aren’t you supposed to be at school?”

“It’s an off day,” you say, voice pinched and full of annoyance as Ethan tilted his head. “What?”

“Your tits look nice.”

You threw your spoon at him, rolling your eyes as you put your bowl into the sink that was sadly right next to him. Turning on the water, you could feel him staring at you as you rinsed off the bowl and put out your other hand. “I need to wash it.”

He hummed, taking the spoon that still has remnants of what you were eating before putting it into his mouth and licking off what was on it. At first, you thought it was absolutely disgusting, but then it turned hot. Oh, so stupidly hot.

Ethan pushed the spoon under the hot water, rinsing it before pushing you slightly with his hip to the side to make room, grabbing the other sponge. “It’s literally a spoon. Fucking weirdo.”

“What was that? Tasted good.” He looked over at you, winking with a wide grin. “Sweet and… perfect.”

“It was sweet cream and berries, you perv,” you shot him another glare as you quickly rinsed the bowl, settling it on the drying rack before turning. “Tell Jake that I’ll be in my room.”

“Yeah,” Ethan watched you as you walked up the stairs, slightly biting his lip with every sway of your hips making his eyes go side to side. “For fucks sake.”

You paused before you moved down the hall, tilting your head. “What was that?”

“Nothing.”

You scoffed, fully thinking he said something stupid as you went into your room, despising the fact you didn’t have a lock on your door. Digging in the drawer next to your bed, you first took out the blanket before your diary with a lock on it, then took out the false bottom that hid your vibrator.

You inhaled as you laid on your stomach, lifting your butt up before sliding the blanket in between your legs in a mound before changing into some shorts and sliding the vibrator in between your folds. You let out a hum, settling yourself on top of the mound before opening up your diary and turning on the toy between your legs.

It was nice, your hand slightly shaking as you wrote down the lewd thoughts you had of Ethan fucking you from behind, forcing you to look at his phone as he took a video of you both, paying extra attention to the way you begged and drooled around his cock. His best friend’s little sister that had been dreaming of his dick for who knows how long, this diary being the main source of where you let your thoughts run rampant.

Just the thought of him forcing your face into the bed, keeping your ass up as he pounded into you from behind, one hand holding his phone to videotape you as the other pushed into your open mouth, forcing you to gag and drool. Just the thought made you rut your hips into the blanket, biting into it as you set down your pen, humping the vibrator to get it against that perfect spot.

You could feel your stomach start to tighten, holding back loud moans by biting even harder into the sheet, continuously rolling your hips to get the vibrations in just the right place. Oh, you could just picture him slamming his hips into you repeatedly, moaning into your ear before thrusting his hips forward and cumming so deep inside of you that he would have to scrape it out of you with his long, nimble but thick and perfect fingers.

You had written about being his cumdump before, his breeding whore and freeuse slut that would be there for him at any point – there to suck his balls or gag on his dick, kneel in front of him for him to use your mouth or bent over the table or couch for him to use whenever they want. Oh, for fucks sake, the thought had you pushing the vibrator deeper against your cunt and bucked your hips forward, quickly coming undone.

You inhaled as you bucked your hips, quickly reaching down to turn the setting lower to ride out your high before turning it off. Quickly, you reached for the disinfecting wipes and soap before standing and shoving the blanket back into the drawer before closing your diary. No one would come into your room anyways, so there was no need to lock it or hide it.

Squeezing your thighs together, you carefully walk out after attempting to close the door, rushing as fast as you could to the restroom. After doing your business and carefully cleaning yourself up, you do the same to the toy.

Ethan had come up the stairs, noticing the open door to your room and looking around. Your brother had gone to the store to pick up some snacks and such, but had just texted him that the closest store didn’t have what he was looking for so he moved to some other stores.

This left Ethan bored, and you were certainly the perfect person to play with that night. Truthfully, you were the only person he wanted to play with, and not in the way that other people might think. For fucks sake, how could his best friend’s little sister be so hot?

His brow ruffled when he didn’t see you in the room, looking around before seeing the book on your bed. It makes him smile, walking toward your bed and opening it up with a laugh. Oh, he was definitely going to use this against you, the words fuck and pound immediately jumping out at him.

As soon as you walked in, you saw him, reading your diary as though it was a biblical text. “So that’s what Jacob L/N's little sister is… a cock hungry whore, hm?”

Your mouth went dry as he stood up, throwing your diary to the side as he leaned his phone against your bed’s headstand, the ding of the camera making you swallow. “E-Ethan, I didn’t-”

“For fucks sake, I know you want my dick, so just shut up,” he starts undoing his jeans, smirking at you. “What are you waiting for? Come choke on my cock.”

You hated him and his stupidly handsome smirk as he quoted your diary. Fuck him – which you were about to do.

For fucks sake, how much did this man read? He had pushed you into over five positions — each time making you cum over and over again on his cock. He had already cum inside of you twice, both times in a position that had his cum spurting so deep inside of you that you could feel your stomach bulge. Oh, and how could you forget when he forced you onto your knees and pushed his cock into your mouth, cumming at least twice and continuing to use your throat like a fleshlight until mixed cum and saliva trailed down your throat.

For fucks sake, you never thought being a whore for your brother’s best friend would feel this good.

“Hey, why do you look so fucked out, hm?” Ethan was teasing you, a smirk on his face as he held the phone in front of your face, his other hand shoving his fingers knuckle deep into your mouth. Your drool was dripping down his hand, a wicked grin on his face as he kissed against your ear. “Say it. Say it’s because your brother’s best friend is fucking you like you’ve always wanted him to.”

You squealed around his finger as his hips started to speed up, loud slaps of skin against skin and your cum filled cunt squelching lewdly. His balls slapped against your ass, his mouth hot and wet pressing kisses to your skin, his words already making your eyes water. “Say it. Say how good I make you feel or I’m not going to let you cum.”

You choked as he shoved his fingers farther down your throat, pulling his hand out so you could inhale deeply. “E-Ethan, Ethan! I feel so good, so fucking good, don’t stop! Please don’t stop, don’t stop!”

He laughed as he wrapped his hand around your throat, the page you wrote about him choking you finally coming into memory as his hand starts to squeeze. “Say how long you’ve been dreaming about my cock. How long you’ve been dreaming about me fucking you.”

Your eyes rolled back into your head as his thrusts got harder, the bed squeaking as your body goes limp, your torso falling into the mattress making him basically growl. “No the fuck you’re not,” his hand moved from your throat to your hips, forcing you to stay up as his thrusts got slightly sloppy, an indicator he was going to cum soon. “You think I’m done? I’ve been dreaming about fucking your pussy for way too fucking long to be done. I’m going to use your perfect little cunt until I’m satisfied, now fucking say how good my cock is making you feel. Fucking say it!”

“Fuck, Ethan!” You screamed out, sobbing as the camera zoomed in on your face, your mouth a drooling mess and the tears from your eyes truly adding to how much of a whore you were. “So good, I feel so good, Ethan! You’re making me feel so good, treating me like a slut, I feel so good!”

Ethan groaned as he kissed against your cheek, holding you tightly so you wouldn’t fall forward before his phone started to ring. He cursed as he stopped moving his hips, a whine coming from your lips before he gave you a soft kiss. “Give me a minute, darling, you’re doing so perfect for me.”

You smiled as he answered the call, humming. “Hey Jake! What’s up?”

Oh, but then he rolled his hips.

You rushed to cover your mouth, eyes rolling back as his cock slid in and out of you, a soft groan falling from his lips. “Oh, me? I’m just… entertaining myself. Oh yeah, me and Y/N are really… bonding.”

The rolling starts to turn into shallow thrusts, Ethan laughing. “What? Y/N loves me, I don’t know what you’re even talking about! Oh my- you know what? You go have dinner with your parents and I’ll keep Y/N company. Hell yeah, by the time you guys get back, we’ll be fucking besties.”

Or you would be pregnant. Either one worked.

“Alright, see you later man! Oh, you wanna talk to Y/N? Here she is!” He leaned down, holding the phone to your ear as he started to thrust. Oh, you couldn’t even focus on his words.

“Y/N, seriously, everything’s okay, right?” Jacob spoke, tilting his head as Ethan grunted softly, his thrusts getting faster as you let out a high pitched hum.

“Yes! Everything’s fine, perfect!” You say, choking as Ethan hissed, his hand on your hip squeezing as you felt the knot in your stomach clench, your cunt squeezing his cock as you neared your orgasm. “Everything’s just- fuck!”

You cursed as he slammed his hips forward, the knot in your stomach tightening before releasing as you came, his thrusts getting faster as he chased his high.

“Y/N, I swear to fucking god, if Ethan’s fucking you-”

“N-No, I just hit my knee, I swear!” You lied, gasping. “Have fun with dinner, I love you, see you soon, stay safe!”

You rushed to hang up, thankful that as soon as you hit that red ‘end call’ button, Ethan slammed his hips forward and let out a broken moan as he came inside of you. It was enough to make you scream out, finally falling forward and humming as he panted against your shoulder. He kissed against your cheek softly, humming. “You did so good, honey… Did I make you feel good?”

“So good,” you whisper back, gasping as he quickly moved you to lay back against your pillows and peppered kisses against your face.

“As good as you thought it would be? Or, wrote about?”

“Oh shut up!” You laughed as you pushed him away, sighing. “Yeah, just as good.”

“Well… guess that means I need to take you out,” he bumped his nose to yours, laughing. “Doesn’t it?”

“Guess you didn’t read the first page,” you whisper, humming as you cup his cheeks. “‘Cause that was the first thing I’ve ever wanted you to do.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “This was still good, wasn’t it?”

“Oh, it was so good.”

thank you guys so much for your support! sorry for lack of inactivity, i'm trying to get back on it!

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[lillysdreaminnn]

I'm married!

Pairing; husband!derek morgan x wife!fem!reader

Warnings; derek being drunk as hell, some suggestiveness here and there, fluff, fem!reader, use of y/n (like once)

Summary; you take derek home after a celebration at a bar, and he's wasted - to say the least.

Word count; 1.1k

A/n; first time writing here so yay 🎉 be nice please thanks. and maybe send me any requests if you want :))

"Come on Derek, it's time to go home." You tried to get your lovely husband out of his seat so you could drive him home.

 "One more drink! Pleaaase?" Derek stared pleading like a child, earning an amused laugh from the rest of his team and a sigh from you, "No, Derek. You said that two drinks ago. Let's go." You said in a more demanding tone, making your husband frown like a child.

 You sighed at his expression and pinched the bridge of your nose.

 Not becuause you were mad at him, not at all. You were just trying to find the willpower to deny his cute face. "Please Y/n?" Emily begged as well, equally as drunk and, before you could respond, Hotch spoke up.

 "Okay, okay, enough drinks for the night. Y/n is right." He said, smiling at the interactions between his drunk agents. You mouthed a thank you, to which he responded by waving you off as he helped you get Derek off his seat.

 After finally making it home, you dragged Derek through the door of your bedroom kicking it shut. Derek placed himself on the bed and sat like a child with a frown, making you stiffle a laugh as you picked out his pyjamas from the closet.

 "Lift up your arms for me, my love." You chuckled at his frown again before pulling his shirt over his body, making him gasp.

 Thinking you hurt him, your eyes went wide and you immediately asked what was wrong, "I'm married!" He said in a somewhat angry tone. Once again, you tried your absolute best not to laugh at his very sweet and cute - and slightly childish - demeanor.

 "What?"

 "I'm married! I'm married and my wife is very very beautiful and she will rip you apart if she finds out you took off my shirt!" He slurred, looking at you with a very offended look on his face, only adding to the cuteness.

 Shaking your head while laughing to yourself, you decided to run the poor man a shower, to wash the liquor and sweat off him. "Okay married man. Let's get you to the shower." Derek once again protested, sitting more firmly on the bed.

 "No! I'm married!" He said, ripping his arm away from your grasp.

 "Derek, come on." You laughed again, trying to get him to the bathroom. "No!" He protested again.

 "I told you; I'm married and my wife won't like this. Plus I love her too much to do this to her and cheat on her. She's soooo amazing. Like very amazing. You know the other day I was sick and she called my mom to get the recipe of the soup she always made me as a kid. She's very sweet. I loooove her. Plus she's very good in bed... like... extremely good. Especially when she does that thing with he-"

 You stopped Derek's drunk babbling by placing a hand over his mouth, making him look up at you confused as ever. "Derek, honey..." That caught his attention and stopped his babbling completely, as you crouched down to be on eye level with him.

 "I am your wife. You're married to me." You flashed him your wedding ring, making him gasp in surprise and delight. "You are?! That's so cool! I have a very beautiful wife." He smiled sheepishly, now letting you drag him to the shower.

 "You tell her daily, honey." You chuckled, stripping him free of his clothes.

 He smiled as the warm water started hitting his skin, but his smile only got wider when you took your shirt off and stepped in the shower as well.

 In your defense, it was a very good shirt that Derek got you and you were not going to ruin it.

 "Hi." He smiled sheepishly at you, letting you wash his back. "Hi honey." You smiled back at him, kissing his cheek quickly before getting back to work.

 Once dry and in pyjamas, you got Derek under the covers and then slipping in bed next to him. Just as you thought he hadn't made a move on you yet, the man hovered over you, pressing sloppy kisses around your neck.

 "Derek, not now, my love." You said with a small smile, enjoying the feeling.

 "Whyyy?" He whined like a child, continuing his trail of kisses on your neck and jaw. "Because you're not thinking straight. You're drunk." You stated, trying to get him to stop, making him whine like a child again.

 "Please? Come on, I missed youuuu." He slurred again, kissing your face, "Tell you what; if you feel that same way tomorrow morning, then we'll do it." You tried to make a deal with him, knowing he'd be way too hungover to do anything.

 And he won't remember a thing.

 "Fiiine." He slumped next to you, placing his head on your chest as he breathed in your perfume. Before either of you knew it he was dead asleep and honestly so were you.

 When the morning rolled around and Derek woke up, of course he had a pounding headache. You had woken up way before him and that gave you the opportunity to make him breakfast. Derek walked in the kitchen in a search for you and a very confused look on his face that was washed away by pure relief when he found you.

 His arms wrapped around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulder as he kissed the side of your neck softly, "Hi." He mumbled, his voice hoarse and raspy from sleep and pain mixed together.

 "Good morning. Recognise me today?" You teased him, turning around in his arms, meeting his confused face. "I tried to get you to dress and shower yesterday but you kept telling me you're married." You reminded him making him groan and rest his forehead on your shoulder.

 "Jesus Christ, how much did I drink?" He groaned, his face now burried between your neck and shoulder.

 "A lot, honey." You chuckled.

 He gathered all the strength he had and lifted you to the counter, making you yelp in surprise. He connected his lips to yours as you smiled, cupping his face in your hands. "You know what would help with my headache?" He mumbled between kisses, making you laugh.

 "Don't laugh, sweetheart. Plus, you did make a deal with me last night."

 To your surprise, he did remember. "You remember that?" You asked in pure surprise, as his kisses trailed from your lips to your jawline, as he hummed in agreement, "Of course I do." He mumbled.

 "Don't want to break the deal now do you?" He asked with a smirk as his face rose from your neck. "The food will get cold." You pouted in a teasing manner, to which he responded with a chuckle.

 "I'll make us something else." He muttered before hoisting you up and walking back to your bedroom.

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[spidybaby]

🎶HI! IT'S ME, I'M THE PROBLEM, IT'S ME!🎶

Adivina... I'm sick🤧 and if it's possible, I would like to request some fluffy Pepi taking care of his sick girlfriend, please😭 Idk, maybe he trying to cook for her? Calling readers mom or his (or both mothers) to see what can he do?, dancing randomly to cheer her up a bit 'cus reader hates getting sick?😭 please and thank you in advance! TAKE CARE!🌻✨

"Okay, that doesn't sound like a normal cough."

You turn to him. A cup of hot tea in one of his hands and a bottle of water in the other.

You wanted to answer, but a wave of new coughs interrupted you.

"Yeah, no." He left the thing in your nightstand. "You go back to bed, call in sick, and I'm getting you some medicine from the store."

"But I have paperwork." You say, voice almost gone from the sickness. "And I have this project."

He shakes his head no, grabbing you by the shoulders and walking you to your bed. He helps with your shoes and makes sure you're tugged comfortably in bed.

"Please hear me." He kisses the top of your head, passing you the tea. "I'm going to the pharmacy. Please drink this, and I'll be back, amor."

He left your apartment to go get you some medicine, some snacks, and something to make a soup.

He knew an amazing place to get you some chicken soup for you to feel better, but he prefers to cook it himself.

Every time he's sick, you cook something for him. Sometimes some nice breakfast, sometimes a nice soup.

That's something that makes him feel better, your love and care for him. So he wants to do the same for you. To make you feel what you make him feel.

He picked up regular and normal medicine, some headache pills, vitamins in gummy form, some sweets, and some hydrating drinks.

He then drives to the grocery store. He knew he needed some vegetables, chicken, and maybe some other things, but he didn't know how much of everything or if he needed something to season or something to make it taste homemade.

The phone rings three times before your mom answered.

"Hola cariño, como estas?" (Hey honey, how are you?)

"Hola, sorry to bother you. I just need some help with something."

"You never bother me, tell me how can I help you."

He explained what he wanted to prepare for you, and how lost he was in ehat to get.

"You're such a sweetheart, I'll help you. First, you're getting chicken breasts, maybe three potatoes, corn, two carrots, celery."

She gave him a list of what to get and how much, some seasoning brand names. Instructing him on how to add it and how to season it.

"Gracias, you're a life saver." He smiles to himself, the shopping car full with things for the soup.

"I should be the one thanking you. You take care of my baby when I'm not able to. And I'm grateful for that Pedri"

"I love her. You don't need to thank me for it." He says honest about his feelings. "I have to go, so I get to her place soon and I can feed her this for lunch."

"Bye sweetheart, take care and don't get sick."

He pays for everything, getting you your favorite hot drink from your favorite coffee shop.

When he gets back to your place, the first thing he does is go back to your room to check on you.

"Hi." You say, voice more gone than before. "I missed you."

He gives you your drink, kissing the top of your head. "Why don't you try to sleep, amor?"

He runs back to the kitchen, getting the pills. He makes you take the medicine so you can rest better.

"Thank you, I'll ask you to lay down with me, but you're not getting sick." You laugh.

"I'll be here when you wake up."

"Love you." You send him a kiss which he catches and dramatically place his hand onto his heart. This action makes you laugh again.

He goes back to the kitchen, organizing everything in the order your mother gave him. But he keeps forgetting the instructions, not wanting to mess up everything he picks the phone and calls someone who knows about soups and cooking.

"Mami"

"Hola, mi niño."

He knew his mother was an expert in cooking, having a Tasca of her own. She definitely knows what she's doing.

After the explanation of what he's trying to do, what he bought and the steps your mom gave him.

Rosy gave him a bit of a different instruction, the ingredients being the same, but the preparation changing a little bit.

"I can't help but laugh at you Pedri, you don't even cook for yourself, but you're cooking for your girlfriend."

"Love does magic mother." He jokes, can't helping the blush that creeps his cheeks.

"I wonder if your mother gets sick, will you make her some soup?" His father asks

"That would be on you to make her a soup, don't you think?"

"Got me there, niño." They all laugh.

He FaceTime with his parents till the soup is about to boil.

"Bueno, I have to let this sit for a while, I'm going to go check on her and bring her down to eat."

"That's okay, take good care of her and the good man we taught you to be."

"Adiós, Pedri." His father waves at the screen.

He hung up, connecting his phone to the charger. The soup boils for a few minutes more. Adding the last bits of salt to his taste and ready!

He plates the soup, letting it sit out so it wasn't too hot for you.

When he walks into the room, you're sleeping with the tv on. He noticed the way your cheeks were red, pressing his hand on your cheek he feels that you might have a little fever.

"Mi amor, wake up princesa. I made some lunch for you."

You softly humm a no, making him feel bad for waking you up.

"C'mon, princesa, you need some food and medicine." He caresses your cheek. The warmth feeling of your cheeks makes him worry.

"Five minutes more." You hug his body, his hands on your hair massaging your scalp.

"You have to eat."

"I'm sleepy."

"I know, a little bit of food, and you can go back to sleep, amor."

You nod, taking a good minute to sit on the bed. He grabs your water next to the bed and another pill for the fever.

You make a face at the taste of the pill. Feeling the sour aftertaste of medicine makes your stomach turn. You gag a few times, pushing him lightly and running to the bathroom.

Pedri follows you, picking you hair that was a mess due to the sleep. Making it less messy for you.

He pats your back. Once you're done, he helps you get up.

"I hate this." You cry as you brush your teeth. "I don't like feeling like this."

"It's okay, hermosa. It's just a cold."

"I don't like it."

You hug him, holding him tight like a teddy bear. The way to the kitchen feels long for you.

You can't smell that much, but when the tasty smell of soup hits your nose, you focus on the kitchen.

A plate of soup is sitting there waiting for you. "You make soup?"

"I hope it's good, your mom and my mom helped."

"That's super sweet, if I could I would kiss you."

"Here." He kisses your shoulder. "Now eat, my love."

You ask him to tell you about the game that's taking place tonight. He was still I recovery and not allowed to play, so he was going to support his friends.

You feel so much better with the food and love he's showing you.

"I love you so much." You say, feeling like crying due to the sweet actions. "You're the best."

"Don't thank me, I'm here for you in sickness and in health."

"We're not married." You say, knowing that what they say when you get married.

"Yet, amor."

You scrunch your nose and eat the rest of your food. Feeling lucky to have someone to care for you in this hard time.

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A/N: I'm sick too, so the timing is perfect 😭🤭

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[e-dubbc11]

Happy Winter Sleepover! ❄️

“Send me a character and a GIF, can be fluffy or smexy and I’ll try and write something based off of it.”

Since we decided Anna needs a sibling… 😂

“Warm kisses on cold skin”

(Maybe mom went inside before everyone to start the hot drinks & dad needs to get warmed up too…)

Thank you for sending this in, lovely!! I hadn’t written any smut for my winter sleepover until now. I hope you like it!

Warm Kisses, Cold Skin

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Tattoo Artist Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ Please!), Oral (M! Receiving) fingering, P in V sex, couple of swear words, fluffy bunnies and unicorns

Word Count: 1.9K-ish

Summary: It’s date night for you and Billy. Out for a walk after drinks, you stop into the tattoo studio to get a break from the cold. His tattoo chair sees a different kind of action than it’s used to 😉

A/N: Slowly but surely, I’m making my way through the rest of my asks. I still have a few more left but this one was fun.

Part of The Sweetest Pain Series

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

A gust of frigid winter air blew past your ears as you walked down by the water. In the unwelcoming darkness, you could see the white caps as they crested over each other on their way to the shore that you couldn’t see.

Billy did his best to protect you from the icy winds but the bitter cold went right through your coat. With his arms wrapped protectively around you, he smiled against your ear as he asked, “You wanna duck into the studio for a minute to warm up, baby?”

He could hear your teeth chattering as you replied, “Y-y-yes p-p-please!”

The bristles of his beard scratched your lips as you kissed Billy on the cheek while he unlocked the door to his tattoo studio. Once inside, he locked the door behind you but left the lights off.

The humming neon lights were the only lights on inside the otherwise dark room. Instantly, you felt warmer as you walked over to Billy’s office chair next to the front desk, removed your coat, and sat down.

The studio was closed for the night. The two of you were on your way home from having a couple of drinks at The Wicked Monk, the bar where you had your first date.

Maria and Frank were babysitting Anna Raven for the night at their house so you didn’t have to rush home. You had no idea it was going to be this cold outside, or at least, this windy.

“You alright, sweet girl?” Asked Billy, seeing that your teeth were still chattering.

Kneeling down in front of you, he took your hands in his. You could feel the rough calluses against the soft skin on the back of your hand as he tried to warm them up.

Billy’s focus was on your hands while yours was on his handsome face. Biting down on your lower lip, warmth slowly returned to your hands and a tingle ran down the length of your spine.

“All closed up for the night?” You whispered, still staring fondly at him.

Billy continued to warm your hands but moved his gaze from your hands to your face and then he flashed that perfect smile at you as he replied, “Yeah…Shortcake locked up about an hour ago.”

Shyly, you smiled back. “Oh…so we’re all alone?” You asked.

“You know we are, baby.” Replied Billy.

“Kiss me, lieutenant.” You said softly.

Without warning, with wide eyes and raised eyebrows, Billy pulled you by the ankle, rolling the chair right to him, and he firmly planted his lips along the side of your neck.

His lips were warm but your neck was not.

“Baby, your skin is like ice!!” Billy yelled playfully.

“Your lips are nice and warm though, my love.” You said with a wink.

He pulled away and touched his forehead to yours. With desire in his eyes, he swept his hand across your cheek, and kissed you…hard. Your skin wasn’t cold for long as he cupped your cheek, slowly searched the features of your face with his dark chocolate eyes and then traced your jawline with soft kisses.

Pushing his jacket off of his shoulders, you reached for the hem of his gray sweater as he desperately kissed your lips and neck, gently nipping the skin on his way down to your collarbone. The buckle of his belt slipped through your fingers as you unbuttoned his black jeans in between his mouth slanting over yours and yours over his.

Billy wanted you now, his nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons on your red silk blouse and the only reason he didn’t rip the buttons off was because he knew how much you loved that shirt which made you smile against his lips.

“We’ve never done this before, sweet girl.” He whispered against your mouth.

“Never been left alone here long enough, baby.” You replied.

With your bare legs sticking out of the bottom of your unbuttoned shirt, he caught a glimpse of the black lace bra underneath as a sly smile stretched across his lips.

Being careful to not touch the scar on his shoulder, your fingers danced across his upper back and then snaked around his neck. His kisses were all tongue and teeth now as he marked you from your neck to in between your breasts before hungrily attacking your lips again.

His long agile fingers dipped below the waistband of your panties as a shattering moan escaped your lips when he slipped two fingers inside. He loved the delicious noises of pleasure that came from you when his talented fingers moved inside you.

Billy watched you fall apart as he moved them in and out, curled them in just the right spot until you couldn’t see straight, and told you to let go because he would catch you.

“Just come for me, baby. I got you.” He purred in your ear. “That’s it…”

His whispers sent you over the edge, your walls tightened around his fingers while he drew circles on your clit as you hit your peak. Humming into his neck, your knees had started to shake while Billy made sure you were steady on your feet and you weren’t going to fall if he set you down.

Billy’s lean hard body was firmly pressed against yours, his hard length strained against his jeans as a sly smile stretched across your lips, glancing at his tattoo chair that was right behind him.

He gave you a devilish smile in return as he eased himself back onto the chair and you straddled him, reclaiming his lips again then traveling kisses down his neck to his bare chest. Billy moaned and called out your name when you palmed him through his jeans, those sounds encouraged you, making the ache between your thighs unbearable.

He helped you take down his jeans, his cock sprang free as you gently wrapped your fingers around it before taking him into your mouth. A low guttural moan came deep from within Billy’s chest; he tangled his fingers in your hair as words of praise fled from his mouth.

“That feels so good, baby. Taking it all like a good girl.” He said with a soft growl.

Being patient was not one of Billy’s virtues when it came to you. He had waited so long to be able to have you, he never wanted to wait for you ever again. Grasping at your arms, he pulled you off of him so you were looking into his eyes again before his lips crashed onto yours once again.

Panting as you broke the kiss, you said, “You want me, don’t you, my love.”

Billy’s rough fingers dug into your thighs while you were grinding down onto his crotch, the only thing covering your bodies now were your tattoos.

Pulling back on his hair, you forced him to look at you as you sank down onto him, completely sheathing himself inside while sinful noises came from both of you as he easily stretched you out. You were so wet for him.

His touches were electric, they shocked your skin every time he grazed you with his dexterous fingers. With his head resting against the chair, Billy gnashed his teeth as you began to move, slowly at first so you could feel every inch of him, hitting that spot that made your vision blurry and white.

Your cries of pleasure were uncontrollable as you pinned his arms above his head with your sleeved arm, rolling your hips and feeling your walls as they began to tighten, your orgasm starting to build.

Billy smiled against your lips.

“I ALWAYS want you, sweet girl.” He stated as he aggressively pulled his sleeved arm free, and wrapped his fingers around your throat like a choker, continuing to thrust his hips up to meet yours.

You pulled his back away from the chair so his chest was flush with yours. His hair tightly wrapped around your fingers as your movements synched up, becoming hurried and more erratic while your bodies brushed together, his cock hitting your overstimulated bundle of nerves bringing you both closer to your release.

Your fingernails were digging into his back leaving covetous marks on his skin and echoes of your indulgence bounced off the walls of the studio.

Billy pinched your jaw with his fingers, turning your head to capture your lips in a passionate assertive kiss, sending you thundering into your orgasm, his name fleeing from your lips like a desperate cry for help. He gripped you tightly around the waist as he continued to fuck you before spilling into you and chasing his own release.

Collapsing on top of him and trapping his body beneath yours, you smiled against his cheek, his beard tickled your lips as you kissed him and gently bit down on his jaw while trying to catch your breath. His chest rose and fell rapidly as you listened to his heart beating.

“My…little…firecracker.” Billy said, panting in between words. “Holy fuck.”

“You planned this didn’t you.” You said, jokingly with a warm smile and still trying to catch your breath.

You felt him chuckle against your ear.

Acting offended, Billy replied, “I did no such thing. I seem to remember someone demanding a kiss and removing MY jacket and sweater. Ring any bells, y/n?”

“Ok, but YOU wanted to come in here to warm up, Billy!” You said, playfully.

With raised eyebrows and lips pressed firmly together, he nodded and replied, “I did suggest that, didn’t I.”

It was your turn to raise your eyebrows.

You nodded and said, “Yes, yes you did.”

“You’re not sad that I did though, are you sweet girl? I know you’ve always wanted to do this.” Said Billy, gently pressing his lips to yours.

He wasn’t wrong. Even before you and Billy became a couple, you had fantasized about having sex in his tattoo chair…more than once. The opportunity hadn’t presented itself to you until tonight. And it did not disappoint. It was even better than you had imagined.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks as you tried to shy away from him but he pulled you into a secure embrace.

Biting down on your finger, you uttered, “Well…yeah I have always wanted to.” And you laughed into his chest. “I love you, Billy.” You said, softly.

You looked up at him through your long lashes, he smiled his perfect smile at you and whispered, “I love you too, beautiful.”

You looked around at the mess of clothes around the chair.

“We should clean up, handsome. Can’t have the Eds walkin’ in on this.” You said, pulling on your shirt. “Actually, maybe you should get a new chair.” You joked.

Buttoning his jeans, Billy replied with a wide smile, “So, if we made a baby tonight, we’re not naming him Anvil, right?”

You weren’t expecting a response like that so you burst out laughing.

“I don’t think that’s a good name for a boy or a girl, my love.” You said, shaking your head and wrinkling your nose.

“Well, I do have some thoughts about names…ya know, if the time comes.” He said with a loving smile and a wink.

You smiled back.

“Well, I’d love to hear them, baby…ya know, if the time comes.”

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[sweetlittlegingy]

Mr. Lieutenant Sir

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☑︎ Pairing: Jake Seresin x Y/n Seresin (Mitchell)

☑︎ Word Count: 5.9 K

☑︎ Warnings: Infertility, IVF, Adoption, Dad!Jake, Teacher/Mom!Reader, Kindergarteners, bad foster parents, child neglect, flirty Javy, protective Jake

☑︎ A/n: Never believe that I'm actually on hiatus, I finished this two days ago. Suprise

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A giggle leaves your lips as a pair of arms wrap around your waist and pull you away from the pile of dishes soaking in the water. The record player quietly plays in the background, and the lack of noise from the living room is a clear indication that Javy either went home without saying goodbye or he’s fallen asleep on the couch. The latter most likely, given how he never leaves without a hug and goodbye.

“Javy fall asleep?”

You get a hum in response, though it’s muffled against your neck as Jake gently kisses along the curve of it. With a shrug of your shoulder, Jake lifts his face and allows you to turn around and face him. You lean against the countertop, while your hands wrap around Jake’s neck and run through the hair at the base.

“Remember when you told me that for share time, Gray couldn’t stop talking about a model airplane he had?”

Your head gently nods as you enjoy the close moment with your husband. Mrs. Adam had gone out and bought little model planes for both twins when she saw the shirts that Jake had picked out. It was the sweetest thing, and you were so thankful that she not only cared but supported you and Jake every time you showed up with something for the twins.

“Well, I talked to your dad last week and asked about the possibility of the class coming to the base for a field trip.” Your hands stop and a smile graces your face, eyebrow popping up in the way of saying ‘oh really.’ “I didn’t want to tell you until I got a yes, but Mav told me tonight that Cyclone gave him the go-ahead.”

“Really?!” Your smile slowly grows, and your mind is already spinning up a plan of how to make everything happen. “The kids would love that, all of them. Of course, I’ll need to send out permission slips and a Friday would probably work be–”

“Sweet Girl, slow down.” The words cut off your ramble. While Jake rubs at your arms in a comforting fashion. “We have time baby; we will work it all out.”

You nod, but your smile remains the same. Since you started teaching you had always thought that it would be fun to take the kids on a field trip to Top Gun. Though the opportunity had never arisen, especially during the first couple of years. You were a new teacher and still wary of your abilities in handling 20 5-year-olds off school grounds. Now, you were more than confident that you could handle it, especially with the parents you knew would be volunteering. Your excitement may have also stemmed from how much you knew that the twins would enjoy themselves.

...

“Eyes on me and clap three times, my little darlings!” Your voice echoes over the busy classroom, though at the request 20 little faces turn to you and clap or snap like you requested. “Very good! Now before you go home today, please give me your permission slips for our field trip this Friday. If you do not have them, come and talk to me.”

Your eyes scan through the classroom, each of your kids happily smiling while they take their permission slips from their go-home folder. Though your eyes eventually settle on Grayson and Madelaine. The pair of them sit quietly together, neither of them moving to take out a permission slip.

They had been oddly quiet all day, Gray was normally quiet though he always talked with you and Laine. While Laine was your little chatterbox in class who talked to everyone, though today neither of them said more than they were requested to. It had been eating away at you since you noticed it this morning and you had hoped that by this afternoon it would be better. Though as you look at them now, it only appears to have gotten worse.

The ringing of the bell pulls your attention back and has you focusing on the whole class again. A small line forms in front of you and your teaching aid Melissa, each of the kids waiting to hand you their signed slip. You give each of them a smile as they walk past and hand you their slip while following Melissa out to the pickup area. You count as they go past and as the last child in line goes out the door, your head pops up after only counting 18 heads.

Your eyes immediately find the twins, who are slowly putting their books away and looking as if going home was the last thing that they wanted to do.

You glance out to the hallway, checking to see if Melissa was going to come to tell you that Janice had actually shown up. Though the hallway is empty, clearly meaning she hadn’t arrived yet. Not worrying about the incompetent woman, you head over to the twins hoping to find out what has been eating away at them all day.

“Hello, my little munchkins.” Your voice gets their attention and Gray gives you a small smile, while Laine looks at you in defeat. You crouch down beside the desks, leaning over to fix the new glasses on Gray’s nose. “What’s going on? Why are my two favorite people so blue?”

You wait for the sassy comeback, though you don’t get one and a frown settles on your face. You rise from them and head back over to your desk, while they both silently watch you.

“I was saving this for a special day, and I think that today is that day.”

You rummage around the desk drawer until you find it. Usually, you would have Mrs. Adams give the children things that you had found for them, but last month you had found an antique children’s book that was in near-perfect condition and knew you had to buy it. The pair excelled in reading, and you knew that they would love to have a book of their own, instead of checking them out from the library.

You turn back around with the leather-bound book, only to find both Gray and Laine leaning over their desk trying to get a closer look. You give them both a smile, before placing the book down on Gray’s desk.

“I found this and knew how much you both enjoyed reading. I thought that it might be special for you, to have your own book that can take you on adventures and to different worlds anytime you want.”

The both of them smile happily, though as Madelaine opens it a small frown settles on her face. She looked toward Grayson who had yet to touch the book and now sported a small glare. Her eyes look towards you and your heartaches at the pain swimming in the baby blue.

“Can you keep it safe for us Ms. Cece?”

Your brow furrows in question, though before you can comment Gray speaks up.

“I got in trouble after my glasses got broken, I didn’t mean to run into things, but it just happened.” His voice is small, and you can barely hear him over the pounding in your head. You were positive that they were talking about Janice and her husband, but your mind was still reeling over the revelation.

“That’s why we don’t get to go see Mr. Jake and his plane.” Laine huffs as she says it and the way she crosses her arms would have made you giggle in any different situation. “They took everything as punishment, even our little model planes.”

It was like everything around you had turned off, and all you could think or see was the twins crying. The pair of them getting in trouble for things that aren’t their fault and how Janice and her husband shouldn’t have foster children at all. It didn’t matter whether they had the twins or any other children, you would be just as mad. They had no right to treat innocent children so harshly. It wasn’t just what you had found out today, it was the buildup of information you had learned over the last 4 months, and you had finally reached your breaking point.

Madelaine’s small sniffle pulls you from your thoughts and the sight before you almost break you completely. You were used to Laine comforting Gray; being the protector out of the two of them. Though now it’s Gray that holds onto Laine’s hands while resting their heads against one another. He doesn’t say anything, but just holds her and provides the safe space they’ve always had. The proximity of one another, their other half that made them whole.

Before you can think better of it, you lean forward to hold the pair. The sniffles subside momentarily as they both look up at you, before crawling into your lap. They both cling onto a shoulder as you whisper sweet nothings and rock them side to side.

“I’m going to fix it, okay?” Gray nods, while Laine clutches on tighter to you. “It’s gonna be okay.” You mutter the words and this time you’re not sure if you’re saying them for the twins or for yourself. The silver lining of your eyes breaks and a few stray tears fall, though you’re quick to wipe them away. You didn’t want either of them to see you cry, the both of them needed a solid, strong pillar to clutch onto in their storm-filled lives.

...

Jake hadn’t made it home yet, and you couldn’t seem to relax. You had been on the move since you had gotten home, tidying up the house, cooking dinner, and starting a batch of laundry, all to avoid the pending conversation that would no doubt be confrontational.

Janice had arrived just as you were taking the twins out, the three of you had stopped crying and knew that someone would be arriving soon. You had asked Janice if you could give her a call tonight, not wanting to have the conversation in front of the twins, and she bitterly told you that you could. Yet here you were, avoiding it. The last conversation you had with the woman ended with you in tears and you could only imagine how this one would go.

You glance at the clock and find that it’s just after 5, Jake would be home around 5:30 and you wanted to be off the phone by the time he arrived. Jake had been more than vocal about the langue lashing he wanted to give them, and you knew if he had the chance, he would jump on it faster than you could blink.

You settle against the kitchen counter, forgoing the idea of sitting, you were high-strung, and staying in one place wasn’t going to happen. You finger ghosts along your contact list until you find Janice’s name, and the small note of foster mom makes you sneer. The line rings quietly, but also as if it was a blaring alarm until there’s a click in the line, followed by a loud what.

“Hello Mrs. Williams, this is Y/n Seresin, the twin’s teacher.”

Your fingers drum against the counter as you wait for a reply, though the only thing she gives you is a hum. Your hand rakes through your hair as you push off the counter and start pacing.

“I was hoping to talk with you about the twins if that’s okay?” The words are barely passed your lips, before Janice cuts in.

“What did they do now?”

Her voice holds such disgust and animosity that it stuns you for a moment and causes you to take a few deep breaths.

“Nothing, they are wonderful in class. I was actually calling about our school field trip this coming Friday.”

 “Oh, so they came to you whining about not going, is that it?”

Her voice echoes through that phone and stuns you momentarily. Though when you hear her yelling the twin’s names, you’re quick to cut in.

“No, they didn’t say anything.” Your tone comes out harsher than you intended, though it does get Janice to stop yelling at or for the twins. “I noticed that they lacked a permission slip and wanted to reach out.”

You fear that the line has gone dead momentarily because the only sound you can hear is your own breathing. You pull the phone from your face and glance at it, to see that it is still on the call.

“Well, this Friday we are going out of town and even if we were in town, I’m not going to come chaperone. Not to mention, you are asking for 15 dollars for shirts. What do they need shirts for?”

You hear the door close and you glace to your side to find a smiling Jake. Though his face falls as he takes in your flustered appearance. You hold a finger up to your lips to stop him from talking, you couldn’t multitask right now.

“I really do think that this would be a great learning opportunity for Madelaine and Grayson.” Jake settles against the counter next to you, as he listens understanding who is on the other line without you having to say. “I don’t think that they should miss out on the experience, ma’am.”

“Listen here, unless you’re going to fork up the 30 dollars and be legally liable for them, not only Friday but the whole weekend, you need to shut up and mind your own business.”

You’re startled at her harsh words and your hate for the twins living situation only grows the more you talk to the woman. Though before you can reply, the phone is taken from your hand by a very mad Jake. Your eyes widen in worry, though he gives you a small smile that is in no way reassuring.

“Hello, ma’am. This is Lieutenant Commander Jake Seresin, I’ve heard that you have a few issues with the field trip my wife has planned.” You can’t hear exactly what Janice replies, though you know that it’s not what Jake deems acceptable to hear. You silently watch Jake, though his eyes don’t move toward you once. They remain in a harsh glare, facing the back wall of the kitchen. “Ma’am, I understand that you don’t want to pay the fe–”

Your eyes widen when you hear Janice’s voice echo through the phone. There weren’t main people that cut off Jake and the ridged body language, followed by the small click of his tongue is a clear sign of how little it happened. You would have laughed at how much she screwed up, but you can’t stop the way you grab onto Jake’s hand. Your fingers intertwine to get his attention, and your gaze silently pleads him not to go off on her. You didn’t know what the woman was capable of, and you were already afraid that this conversation would lead her to punish the twins.

“Ma’am, if you would’ve been so kind to not interrupt me, you would have known that I will pay for Grayson and Madelaine. I just need you to sign the paper so that they can go.”

Her voice lowers through the phone, and you catch a word every now and again, as you watch Jake toed boot tap away on your hardwood floors.

“They’re going to be in the safest setting that they have, probably ever been in. Not only will my wife and the other parents be watching them, but I will personally be watching them. So don’t tell me that your reluctance is because you are worried about them. I know what type of living situation you’re providing for them, and it sure as hell isn’t safe in any way, shape, or form.”

...

Jake couldn’t even lie and say that he hadn’t meant for his tone to come off harsh. No, he wanted Janice to realize just how pissed off he was. Pushing off the counter, he couldn’t help but pace, it had always helped him calm down growing up. The feeling of your hand loosening in his hold pulls his attention back to you. Taking a step closer to you, he barely listens to the squawking echoing in his ear and tightens his hold on you before lifting the back of your hand to place a gentle kiss on it. Your eyes watch him wearily before they soften, and your own lips meet the back of his hand.

“Look I don’t care what you think about my parenting.” The words pull Jake’s attention back to the conversation at hand. “I don’t care if the little shits go or not, even if it’s going to be a ‘great experience’. If you want to take them so damn bad, then do it. But I’m not paying for them, and you’ll have to figure out what to do with them for the weekend because we won’t be home.”

The harsh sigh that leaves Jake’s lips isn’t other than that; a smack in the face that the kid's wellbeing meant nothing to their foster parents, and that Jake didn’t know if he could fix it.

“Just sign the permission slip.”

He doesn’t know what else to say and doesn’t leave room for Janice to reply before he hangs up.

...

Jake settles the phone on the kitchen counter, before looking back up at you. Your hands are still intertwined while you cradle them in your lap. A sigh leaves the both of your lips, and a deep ache settles in your chest as Jake pulls you to him. Folding your form into his chest as he places a gentle kiss upon the crown of your head. How were you supposed to take the class on a field trip without the twins, it wasn’t fair.

“You think Mrs. Adams could keep a secret?” The words are whispered into your hair and cause you to pull back from Jake in question. “I mean we need to have a reliable witness for when we sign an agreement to take care of the kids for the weekend. I don’t know if it’s internally legal, but neither is Janice leaving the kids at the house alone.”

“Jacob Seresin, what in the world are you talking about?”

The cocky smirk you fell in love with settles on his lips and has you smiling in reaction, the ache in your chest easing slightly at the idea Jake is suggesting.

“The twins are going on the field trip and then staying with us.” A harsh sigh leaves his lips, and his smirk settles into a harsh line. “I won’t let her ruin this for them.”

Your heart blooms in love, once again left to wonder how you got such a loving and loyal man. Your hand slips from his and rises up to cup his cheek, as your thumb works across the frown.

“I love you.” Jake’s eyes fall on you at the comment, though no smiles are passed between the two of you. Your eyes say enough, together you would jump headfirst into the unknown. “I love you so damn much.”

...

“Javy, honey I love you.” Your eyes look to the pilot, who stands behind your husband while occasionally making flirty eyes with Ms. Reynolds. “But why are you here?”

Janice was supposed you come in today and sign the form stating that you and Jake would be legally in charge of the twins for the weekends, as well as be liable if something happened to them. Mrs. Adams had been easy to convince, going as far as to draft up the paperwork herself. It might not have been “law binding” but it sure did look like something a lawyer would draft up.

“Well Jake told me that he needed back up,” Your husband's eyes flash back over his shoulder and look at Javy in bewilderment. “this Janice lady scares him.”

The words cause you and Mrs. Adams to giggle, but it's Jake muttering that Javy only wanted to see Ms. Reynolds that has the pair of you cackling. The harsh knock against the door has all of your eyes fleeting to Mrs. Adams' office entry, the laughter in you quickly dies down as Janice and Ed Williams glare at the five of you. They each carry a small pack that resembles the totes you had bought the twins at the beginning of fall, though the dirt on them makes you question if they're the same ones.

“Well, aren't you all just peppy.”  The pair of them drop the bags harshly, and the sneer that Janice gives you makes you shrink back slightly into Jake. You weren’t normally scared so easily, but the pair of them made you uneasy. Their eyes hadn’t left you, even when they addressed Mrs. Adams. Though as an arm wraps around your waist, your shoulders drop and relax further into Jake.

“Right, shall we get this finished up? Lunch will be over soon, and Melissa can only fill in so long.”

Mrs. Adams gives you a small smile that has you giggling. You loved Melissa dearly and she was one of the sweet people you had ever met, though the kids also knew how much of a pushover she was and often conned her into playing Heads Up, Seven Up.

“Yeah, we need to get on the road,” Ed answers Mrs. Adams gruffly as he steps forward to snatch the pen off the desk and sign without any other conversation. The topic of them getting on the road doesn’t go unnoticed, but you keep your questions to yourself for the time being.

Janice grabs the pen from Ed, and the smack of her gum has you glaring slightly. Her signature is messy and hardly legible.

“Which of you five are signing?” Janice flicks the pen out, scanning the room with it before flicking it into your open palm. You give her a small smile and thank you, though she only sneers in reply.

Your eyes flitter from Janice and Ed and back to Jake, who gives you a reassuring smile and a gentle squeeze. You move to sign the document, as Jake steps out from around you and you can hear him introduce himself. From the corner of your eye, you can see Jake’s hand clasping Ed’s in a handshake and the tight grasp Jake has on Ed is anything up-friendly.

Jake lets go only to slide in behind you and gently takes the pen, as a gentle hand settles on your back before signing. The both of you finish and the weight in your chest seems to lift as Mrs. Adams then signs as a witness and gives you a small wink and smile that makes your own grow.

It felt different, the document signed was so much more than just the twins getting to go to Top Gun. It felt as though something deeper had solidified and now you only had to wait for it to become reality.

Your attention is pulled back to the Williams as they move to leave without saying anything else, though you are quick to ask what time you could pick them up in the morning. Both stop in their tracks and a full laugh is released from each of them.

“I wouldn’t know Ms. CeCe.” Janice all but spits the name out as it were venom. “We’re leaving now, not our problem according to that little paper. Have fun with the little devils.”

You had heard the twins mention more than enough times that their foster parents weren't fond of them, though hearing them talk about the children with such hatred shocked you and angered you went in a way that was indescribable. You're stunned in silence momentarily and by the time you realize that you don't have booster seats for either of the kids, the Williams are long gone from the school.

The defeated side falls from your lips, as you're trying to figure out how you can get two booster seats before the end of the school day while still teaching. Jake's hand rests against the small of your back and the slight movement of it reels your mind back in.

“They didn't give us booster seats. I haven't even gotten anything set up yet for them to sleep on, I was going to do it tonight.” You don't direct the statement towards anyone in particular, but you know Jake will be the first one working to find a solution.

“Don't worry sweetheart, Javy and I will take care of it. We've still got a couple hours before we have to be back. We'll go get everything and drop off the booster seats, before heading back to base.”

The words are muttered against your temple before a gentle kiss is placed. You're quick to bring Jake’s hand resting on your waist up to your mouth, to place a gentle kiss of thanks on it. You glance at Mrs. Adams who gives you a smile before she announces to everyone that Melissa is undoubtedly being manipulated by the children. A round of laughs echoed through the room before you leaned up to give Jake a kiss, placing all the love and thank you that you couldn't say into it.

He gives you a small smile before clasping your cheeks and kissing you on the forehead, turning to drag an unhappy Javy away from a smiling Ms. Reynolds. Before they can get far Javy calls out to have you give Ms. Reynolds his phone number. Jake’s laugh echoes off the hallways before he calls out as well, telling you that he may be a little late getting home tonight.

...

You wave to Mrs. Paulson as she guides Allison across the street. Mrs. Paulson had been the one parent that you could always count on, and once again she came to your aid when she decided to help supervise the field trip. You had met her husband at a parent-teacher conference and had instantly fallen in love with the family. Not only was Allison a wonderful student, but her parents were always open to trying new ideas. She just gotten diagnosed with ADHD this last summer and the Paulson, Mrs. Adams, and you were working up the best plan to help Allison.

You glance across the street once more making sure that everyone has been picked, before turning around to find Gray and Laine lying in the front grass watching the sky. Today was warmer than usual and the 70-degree December weather was quite enjoyable. You see Gray point to the sky, causing you to look up to see what the pair have been intensely watching.

A smile forms on your lips as you see a jet fly overhead, one of the perks of being just off base. You had love planes growing up and were always on base when your father was home, seeing the pair of them just as in love with planes only warms your heart more. Your movement toward the twins has them looking at you as you settle on your back beside Grayson, so he now rests between you and Madelaine.

“I think they're doing drills,” You hum in reply to Gray, waiting for him to continue. “They’ve been running the same pattern since we laid down.”

“See, watch how the two side planes break off and the middle one breaks toward either one.” You glance at Madelaine, silently wondering when she had become interested in planes. “Maybe it’s Mr. Jake. He’s a good flyer, right Gray.”

“Right.”

They both sound so sure of themselves and you giggle at how serious they are. Jake was going to eat this up when you told him, just one more thing to add to the ever-growing ego. You lay with them for a bit, enjoying how they talk about each plane so animatedly. You glance at your watch and find that it's nearing 4:30; the three of you needed to get home to ready where the twins are sleeping.

Home.

The word jars you for a minute and you have to silently remind yourself that it wasn’t the twin’s home. The arrangement was only for the weekend, and they weren’t your children, no matter how much you wished that they were. 

“Alright you two, we need to get going.” You rise onto your elbows and find the pair of them grinning at you. You had talked to them the morning after you called Janice and asked if they would be okay staying with you. You would never want to make either of them uncomfortable, and luckily they were more than excited at the idea of staying with you. More so when they realized it meant they would get to go on the field trip.

...

The car ride home was easy thanks to the pre-installed car seats, which you would have to thank Jake and Javy for. You had given Madelaine your phone when she had asked to pick the songs and unsurprisingly the five-year-old had put on one of your Spotify playlists that she continually requested during art time in class. Both you and Gray were happily surprised at her choice of 80’s hits.

The pair of them had sung the whole way home, putting on quite the show from what you could see in the review mirror. Their little voices filled that small car, flipping between words they knew, to just humming along to the tune.

You pull up to the house, the vacant parking space and dark house confirm that Jake was indeed going to be late tonight. Both of the kids are out of the car before you can even try to unbuckle them. Their eyes sparkle are they look at the white bungalow, bouncing on their toes at the sight of a front lawn and you can hear Gray whisper to Laine, asking if they were actually allowed to play on it.

The question hurts, such a simple request that had no doubt been denied before. Though before you can fall further down the rabbit hole, you grab the twin totes from the passenger seat. You were going to enjoy this weekend, make it the best experience for them both, and not think about everything else.

“Come on my darlings,” You glance at your watch and find that it's almost five. “We’ve got to cook dinner and get your beds situated for tonight, we’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

Both of them give you a massive smile and Gray is quick to latch onto your hand, while Laine walks up the red stone walkway. You knew that Gray got anxious when it came to new ideas and had expected him to be attached to you for most of the night.

Laine, on the other hand, would know the house like the back of her hand by the end of the weekend and most likely have Jake wrapped around her finger. More so than he already is.

To your complete surprise, upon entry into the guest bedroom, you found the white daybed completely set up with the bedding set you had picked up the other day. You and Jake had decided that for this weekend the twins could stay in one room together, you didn’t want to separate them and cause any unneeded stress. While you had thought you would be setting up the room tonight, Jake and Javy must have come by and done it after finding out that the twins would be staying tonight.

“Alright you two, what do you think?” You hadn’t realized just how worried you were about the twins liking what you had picked out for them. You had found a set of light and dark blue bed sheets that you thought would be appropriate. Then found each of them their own special blanket, Gray’s consisted of planes and the Navy emblem, while Lainie’s had turtles and other tropical fish.

You watch the both of them carefully as they walk into the room, taking in the plain white walls and the small book nook where you enjoyed reading. They move slowly through the room, fingers running over the dresser and then stopping at the bed. The totes fall from their hands, and they slowly pick up the blankets, examining the cotton as if they had never had a blanket to call their own.

You don’t move and the breath in your chest catches at the reality that is unfolding before you. How long had they gone unloved? How many nights did they cry wrapped in each other’s arms, the only form of protection they knew? Your eyes are misty, and you wipe at the awaiting tear before it can fall.

“Ms. CeCe, who are these for?” Laine asks with only the tiniest echo behind the words.

“They’re yours,” Your voice catches and causes both the twins to turn around. “I picked them out for you. Do you like them?”

A small hum comes from the pair as they clutch onto the blankets and watch you carefully. You give them a weak smile, though before you can let your emotions overwhelm all three of you the sound of the front door opening, and closing has you looking back out into the hall.

“Darlin’?”

The voice has Laine letting out a small squeal before she races past you, blanket in tow, and makes for the front door.

“Mr. Jake!”

Gray settles at your side, holding onto your hand as the both of you make your way out to the front hall. The sight of Madelaine clutching onto Jake as he holds her stops you in your track, and for a moment you forget that they aren’t yours and Jake’s children. How had they looked so much like Jake, with the perfect dirty blonde hair and the small award-winning smile.

Jake glances up at you and gives both you and Gray a smile before he runs a hand down the back of Laine’s hair. A quiet hello, little darlin’ just barely reaches your ears, though as Laine tightens her hold on Jake, you know you heard right.

“We saw you flying today, Mr. Jake.”

The small voice gains the attention of all three of you, and as you look down Gray only smiles back at you in hopes that you’ll confirm what he’s said. Though before you can say anything, Jake adjusts Laine onto his hip, and he walks to bend down in front of Grayson.

“Is that right, buddy?” A smile forms on Gray’s lip before he gives Jake a firm nod. “And how was I doing? Did I meet your standards?”

Gray nods once again, before Laine looks at him in question then turns back to Jake. “Gray says you’re the best.”

“That so?”

Gray’s hand tightens around yours before a hum and smile break across his face. “The best fighter pilot ever seen.”

You hear Jake’s breath catch before his free arm reaches out to grab Gray. A laugh breaks from Gray and any worry you had of him being uncomfortable around Jake, falls to silent ears. With one on each hip, Jake rises and looks at you, the both of you share knowing looks while the twins laugh.

Life had never felt this perfect. You and Jake had always felt whole like you weren’t missing a part of the puzzle, though an add-on would have been welcomed. But now, you both knew that the four of you were the complete puzzle. That without both Gray and Laine in your lives, a part of your puzzle would be incomplete for the first time.

#sweet nothings series #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #top gun: maverick #top gun maverick #gingy writes #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #top gun #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin fluff #Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin #tgm #tgm imagine #tgm fic

[crimson-luna-writes]

How They Treat You While on Your Period -

In the Twisted Wonderland head-canon collection by Crimson

Since I am on my period, I decided to make some head-canons about it and make it everyone's business ^.^

Note: All characters. Character can be depicted as Yuu or an Oc. Gender neutral pronouns. Character can get a period, do with that what you will. Platonic. I did struggle with this so and how certain characters will react, so sorry if some of these are short and plain. I also thank Discord friends for the help with certain characters!

Warnings: Just menstrual business. Mentions of blood. Some strong language. Long post.

Everything was looking as if it will be a good day, you are hopeful for this in fact! It was supposed to be a day where you felt like taking on the world! However, life loves to make you humble yourself. So now, all you can do is suck it up and power through the unbearable cramps (even though you wish you could just curl up in a ball and just die).

But there is always a shining light in the unfortunate presence of-

Heartslabyul:

• Riddle has a doctor as a mom, he knows what a period is. So when he notices that you are struggling with just walking to class and asks what the matter is, he springs into action. You know his mom had him run to get her some tampons when she was running late to work, he knows what to look for. Just tell him what kind of stuff you'll need and he'll go and get it for you. Midol? Yes. A heating pad? Absolutely. And depending on what kinds of things you like to eat on your period, Riddle will try to steer clear of super sugary foods but he will make the exception for strawberry tarts and tea, predictable like always and junk foods. But if you plead with him a bit, he'll let it slide and won't complain as much if you decide to snack on some chips. Riddle will also be more lenient towards you, meaning that if you're struggling with work or club activities, he won't be too harsh on you and advise you to just relax.

• Trey has a younger sister, he has definitely dealt with periods before and, like Riddle, he will get you anything that you need. Will definitely use this as an excuse to bake you all the sweets you can eat, but he'll also make sure you brush your teeth properly. Trey doesn't want you to get a cavity now. He's not that irresponsible.

• Living with two older sisters, Cater has some experience when it comes to periods. He will tease you by sending a pic of a piece of styrofoam with the caption "is this what you need?" while getting you the stuff you actually asked for. Cater carries around an "emergency period" kit in his school bag, so if shark week hits unexpectantly, all you need to do is go over the best person in the world and you'll be taken care of. You can always rely on Cater.

• Sometimes Ace likes to pretend he doesn't know what a period is just to be an asshole. If you ask him to get some supplies for you, he can and will complain about how much you owe him for it because it's embarrassing. Whenever you both hangout, Ace will chill out in another room and just text you if he wants to talk with you, he'll also occasionally toss chocolate bars and water at you if he feels like "feeding the beast" in his words. And if your nice to him, he'll take pity on you and give you a rough massage. Isn't he just the greatest?

• Deuce grew up with a single mother, he had to do the tampon/pad run whenever she ran out and was stuck in the bathroom. You can bet he will make sure you are as comfortable as possible and get you everything you need, heck, he'll even take over any responsibilities that you have, including your homework please stop him. Will get into an argument with Ace because he thinks it's funny how Deuce is practically your personal maid.

Savanaclaw:

• Leona will not give one singular fuck about your period, or at least only half a fuck since the scent of menstrual blood bothers his delicate, princely nose. If you ask if he could spare some money so that you can get more tampons/pads, he'll say no to your face but will have Ruggie go get you what you need (he is not stepping outside his room just to get Tylenol, be real). But Leona will show mercy towards you and let you take naps in his room which is just an excuse to use you as a pillow.

• Ruggie is also someone who won't really care if he finds out that it's that time of the month for you. And if he is your last resort and your so desperate, just promise to pay him and he'll get everything that you need maybe add in a bit of extra cash for the trouble, or donuts, bitches love donuts. Ruggie will tease you whenever you need to lay down when the cramps overcome you, "must suck to be you right now". Also, he won't really be bothered by the smell of menstrual blood, he's smelled worse.

• Jack will come up to you with concern because he smells blood on you and asks if your injured, will get very embarrassed when he realizes that it's just your period. Brotherly instinct takes over and he'll get you a chocolate bar/your favorite period snack and warm water, then act as if he wasn't doing it because he cared or anything, he just didn't like seeing you curled up in a ball during pe but seriously, get up, people are staring.

Octavinelle:

• Merfolk don't have menstrual cycles, so Azul is stumped whenever he finds out that you're menstruating. He's not ignorant on what a period is he had to learn human biology at a certain point in time, but he really doesn't know what to do when your uterus is trying to kill itself. Instead of asking what you need, Azul takes it upon himself to do extensive research on periods, so he knows what exactly to get for you. Why would he do something like that? Well Azul just loves to show just how much he embodies the benevolence of the Sea Witch he wants something from you, run.

• Jade also doesn't know how to deal with you once he finds out that you started your period, but unlike Azul, Jade actually asks you what you need to be comfortable in your trying time. For whatever reason you trust him with this information. Jade does take care of you, although you feel as if there was something else to this, but you're too much in hell to think too deeply.

• Floyd would act as if you were dying. Each and every time you have a period, he will squeeze you and hang off of you because he "doesn't want to lose his shrimpy". Depending on his mood he will either get you what you need, tell you to fuck off, or get you the wrong things like getting the smallest size of tampon/pad or the cheapest brand of chocolate.

Scarabia:

• Kalim is definitely someone who forgets periods are a thing and when he sees you barely holding on, he panics and thinks you're dying. But after telling him what's going on, he'll calm down and want to help in any way that he can. This guy has 40 siblings and most likely bombarded the maids with questions when they were taking tampons, pads, and treats to the Asim kids rooms, he knows what's up. Kalim will insist that you just sit back and relax while he takes notes for you or just straight up do your homework stop him please.

• Jamil has a younger sister who makes periods his problem, he knows the drill. But does he actually want to? Not really. He has so much on his plate that he can't really bother to take care of someone else, however if he sees you looking like your about to keel over and die, he'll step in with a pack of midol and a heating pad.

Pomefiore:

• At first Vil would brush you off whenever he finds out about your period because he has more important things to worry about, but then stops and springs into action because you are on your period and you will get an acne break out if he doesn't step in. Vil will not tolerate a bad diet and will make sure you are eating things that are high in iron. While your grateful that he wants to keep you well, it's also hell. But don't worry, your skin will be flawless and hey, you get a heated blanket out of this.

• Rook knows when your cycle will start before you do and he will send you a period care package filled with all of your favorite things for your period, including some skin care products. You don't even want to know how Rook figured all of this out.

• Epel is mainly grossed out by the blood. Yeah, he's obviously not going to actually see any blood, it's just the thought of it that has him feeling queasy. He'll suck it up for the most part, especially when he sees your discomfort and offers to give you a massage to help soothe the achiness of your body. Epel also gives you drinks with peppermint in it in hopes of settling your nausea.

Ignihyde:

• Not only will Idia not care about your period, he will ignore you so that it won't become his problem. Unless you threaten to unbox one of his special figurines or to delete one of his save files, then he will let you camp out in his room and get you whatever it is you need just leave his things alone please-

• Ortho will notice something is off and will do a full body scan on you, then he'll proceed to air out your business like it's a health class. But not to worry, he made sure to do some quick research about menstrual cycles and will make sure that you are eating well and help you fully relax as if you aren't dying from the inside out.

Diasomnia:

• The only one who would even know to deal with periods in the Diasomnia Foursome is Sebek, however Malleus will definitely do all he can to make sure you feel pampered. He will be extremely concerned when he smells blood on you, thinking that you are severely injured and will try to conjure up a spell to heal you which would be fantastic cause periods suck ass. You unfortunately stop and explain to him that this is normal. Since Malleus has never taken care of a real person before, he struggles a lot to figure out just how to make you feel comfortable. Will bring back a piece of styrofoam to you because Lilia and Cater told him to.

• Lilia will take your health into consideration when finding out you're on your period, he'll whip up a lot of things that are rich in iron and will help sooth those annoying period pukes and poops aren't you the lucky one?. Lilia will also give you a back massage to really work out the soreness of your tender muscles. He starts calling you his little ketchup packet after this.

• Silver thinks you are the bravest person because you explained to him what exactly happens during a period and will do everything he can to get you through it he makes it seem like this is such a serious endeavor. Silver mainly lets you use him a pillow and a heater, pretty much letting you sleep away the aches and pains.

• Sebek will be exasperated with you and argues why he has to do everything for you he doesn't need to do shit for you, he just cares about you but doesn't want to admit it. He'll sit you down on a comfy chair with a nice blanket while he gets you everything that you need, complaining the entire time. Sebek checks on you periodically to see if you need anything, and if you ask him for something, he'll just huff and grumble about being needy but still go do it.

(Doing head-canons isn't really my thing, but if there is anything you'd like to see, I might do it if I have the motivation for it.)

#long post #twisted wonderland headcannons #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #ace trappola #deuce spade #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil shoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #crimsonwrites #cw: periods #cw: menstruation

[yelenasdiary]

hii! for flufftober could you do a florence pugh x reader where they’ve got 3 kids and since readers half spanish half french she speaks to them in both languages and florence gets lost because she doesnt speak either of them, but she loves when reader does that :)

Teach Me

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader

Summary: When your child start to pick up some words in Spanish and French, Florence can’t help but beg to be taught

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Translations – 

Spanish: Hola (Hi), Asombrosa (amazing), gracias cariño (thank you, darling), sí (yes), adios (goodbye), Te quiero mucho (I love you so much), 

French: c'est parfait (sounds perfect), Bonne nuit citrouille (goodnight, pumpkin), je t'aime (I love you), bonjour (hello), il est tard, on devrait se coucher (it’s late, we should get to bed), 

AC: I know this was meant for Flufftober & I’m so sorry I didn’t get a chance to write it then but I loved how cute this idea was!! I hope you enjoy!  *Please note I used google translate for this*

"Hola mommy!!" Your middle child, 4, ran to your wife who was getting a head start on dinner. "Hello princess! How's my big girl?" Florence smiled widely as she gently placed the knife down on the chopping board and scooped up the toddler into her arms. Ever since you taught your daughter to say the basics in both Spanish and French she has been over the moon excited to show off to anybody. "Good" your daughter giggled as Florence placed a soft kiss on her tiny cheek. 

"and how's my little man?" She turned to you with a smile as you held your youngest son, 2, in your arms. The little boy was too tried from a big play at the park to give any type of reaction to his mother. "He's a bit tired, aren't we?" You suggested as he wrapped his tiny arms around you the best he could, Florence couldn't help but smile softly as you hugged the child tightly. 

"Mom can I please have a snack?" followed the voice of your eldest son, 7, as he walked into the kitchen and threw his school bag to the side. "Of course darling, but it has to be fruit, I'm making roast chicken tonight" your wife smiled. "Ooo c'est parfait" you inserted yourself while your son helped himself to the fruit bowl. Emma giggled as she looked over to you, "what did you say mama?" She asked, Florence cocked a brow, "Yeah mama, what did you say?" 

You couldn't help but chuckle at the interaction, "I said it sounds perfect and that was in French" you replied with a smile, "now how about we go have a bath and get ready for dinner?" You suggested earning a groan from the young girl. "Come on baby, be a good girl for mama" Florence whispered before giving the young girl another kiss on the check and placing her back on her feet. 

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"This looks asombrosa baby!" You smiled as you entered the dining room, the three of your children already sat at the table waiting patiently for you to join them in your usual seat across from your wife. "Gracias cariño" you whispered as you placed a kiss on Florence's cheek before taking your seat. "Thank you, mommy!" Emma spoke, followed by Declan looking up from his switch, throwing a smile at the two of you.  

"You're welcome my sweet girl" Florence smiled. You handed Tyler his special fork as Florence pours 5 glasses of water. "Dec, turn the switch off please, it's dinner time" you looked over to your son who just rolled his eyes and paused his game. 

Once everybody was eating the normal conversation started to flow. Florence asked Declan about his day at school followed up by Emma talking about how excited she was to finally start 'big girl school'. Dinner with your family was one of your favorite times of the day, all of you coming together to talk and laugh over a meal that either you or Florence had made. After dinner came the desert, simple ice cream and pudding before it was time for a bit of family time in the living room watching a movie then sending the children off to bed. 

"Bonne nuit citrouille" you smiled to Emma as she cuddled her bunny rabbit plushie close to her chest, you gave her a kiss on her forehead, "je t'aime" you whispered. "je t'aime mama!" She smiled as Florence tucked her in, "I love you, mommy" she added. "Our smart girl" you smiled, "very smart" Florence adds as she places her own kiss on the child's forehead, "goodnight darling" she whispered. "Goodnight mommy" 

Moving onto Declan whose eyes were glued to his book, something he would do while you and Florence would tuck the younger ones into bed. "Ready for bed honey?" Florence softly knocked on his bedroom door, he smiled and placed a bookmark on his page and closed the book before placing it on his bedside table. "sí" he replied. Talking in either Spanish or French came naturally to the young boy, having learned it all from you sometimes it just slipped but it warmed your heart knowing you'd taught your children something special. 

Once the kids were tucked in, you and Florence found yourselves relaxing on the sofa with Florence snuggled up to you as you both paid little attention to the movie playing on the TV. "We really do have some special nuggets upstairs" Florence looked up at you with a soft smile, your heart falling in love with her all over again. "It's crazy to think they are only going to continue getting smarter" you replied, placing a kiss on the top of her head. "Do I have to wait until Tyler has learnt the basics before you teach me, or can I squeeze in a lesson?" She asked with a chuckle. 

"Of course baby,  I just didn't think it was something that you were interested in" 

"Are you kidding me?" She sat up to face you better, "darling, watching our children grow up learning more than one language is so special, even more that it comes from you. I would love to surprise them and talk Spanish or French to them one day" she explained. You couldn't help but smile and pull her in for a kiss as you brushed a lock of hair behind her hear. "I've tried to take my own notes but all I know is Hola, sí, gracias, bonjour, adios, you know, the real basics" she added with a smile. 

"That's okay baby, I'd love to teach you" you sat up a little more, "Te quiero mucho" you added which only confused Florence a little. She's heard you use those words before but she couldn't remember exactly what they meant. "Take it easy on me!" She playfully slapped your arm causing you both to chuckle. 

For hours you taught Florence the basics of French as she wanted to learn that first. The two of you getting lost in the night with giggles and many, many mistakes but no matter how hard she found it to remember the way to say things in a certain way, it warmed your heart so much to have this moment with your wife. A moment you will never forget, being able to teach her something so important to you. "I think I have this, ready?" She chuckled before you nodded your head, "il est tard, on devrait se coucher" she said slowly while she tried her best to remember everything, you'd taught her. 

"Well done baby!!" You smiled widely, clapping but not too loudly, "you said your first sentence in French!! I'm so proud of you!" You pulled her close and kissed her lips, "my smart girl" you smiled against her lips. "I have a wonderful teacher" she kissed you once more. Even though you both were tired, it didn't bother you much that you both soon lost yourselves once more as you spoke to her in French and she did her best to work out what you were saying. 

It truly was a night you'd remember forever.

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#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #fanfiction

[sparkles-oflight]

Official Visualizer

I was going to post yesterday, but then...last night happened

Synopsis: Kris finds out his sick before leaving for London and Bojan doesn't miss an opportunity to send needy messages The fic doesn't get explicit, but the sexual tension is very much there, so, if you are not into this sort of thing, don't read!

(Yes, I might have read that one phone fanfic in Thailand and wanted to do something similar but more toned down, why do you ask?)

Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don’t encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.

Yes, I make Kris call his mom "mama" because I think that's sweet.

In his childhood room, Kris' rest was interrupted by a soft and familiar voice.

- Kris...- his mom slowly opened the door to his room - Have you prepared your luggage?

He opened his eyes.

- Uh...not yet, mama. - he replied rubbing his eyes.

She got closer to the sleepy boy and touched him on the forehead.

- You have a fever.

Fuck. Kris had to catch a plane to London tomorrow. There's no way this was happening.

- Uh... I'm good I can prepare the luggage.

- Maybe it's best if you stay here for a couple of days. What if it's COVID again? You don't want to get your friends sick now, do you?

Well, that's true, he didn't want to get any of them sick - especially the vocalist. Kris' mom knew how to touch her son's heart.

- Okay, fine.

- Great, I'll get you something to eat and medicine. You should probably take a shower afterward. - she put her hand behind his head - You're sweaty.

- Thanks...

She left the room and he reached for his phone.

Kris Guštin: hi everyone Unfortunately, I have a fever, I don't think I'm going to go with you guys tomorrow Nacko: Are you okay? Kris Guštin: I probably just spent too much time in the cold or smth Janči: Well, get better soon Jurček: Get better soon, Kris!

His mom reentered the room with a glass of water and a cheese and ham sandwich.

- Here you go. - he noticed the medicine on the plate she bought.

She smiled at him. He knew deep down she was also happy to have him for a few more days.

- Thanks.

- I'll leave you now. - she smiled, blew him a kiss, and left him.

He looked back at his phone. He opened his private messages and saw Bojan had sent him a photo.

It was just a photo of him with a filter that made his eyes big with the caption "YOU'LL MISS MY BIRTHDAY!?"

Kris took another picture eating this sandwich with a pink filter. The caption was "Yes :)"

He decided to set his phone aside to finish the sandwich. He already got some crumbs on his bed, and he hated it. Maybe focusing on one task at a time was better.

When Kris finished, he picked up his phone again. New Bojan photo. He opened it. ":(" Bojan said while making a sad face.

Kris Guštin: Why are you making :( Kris Guštin: I'm the one who's sick Bojči ♥️: Because I won't be able to see you eat that sandwich next to me :( Kris Guštin: ??? Bojči ♥️: You kinda realize you had a very sexual face in that photo Kris Guštin: ???

Kris wanted to go back and see, but he only sent him as a one-view only photo.

Bojči ♥️: It was the messy hair, the sweat, the slightly open mouth, and the blush Kris Guštin: Bojan Kris Guštin: I'm sick. Bojči ♥️ sent a photo

Kris decided to take the medicine first, leaving just some water in the cup. When he opened Bojan's message, he captioned it with "This was you". He ruffled his own hair and did the pose he described previously but way more exaggerated and provocative.

Kris Guštin: I get it. You're horny. Bojči ♥️: I'm lonely! You left me alone to go to your parents'! Bojči ♥️: I wanted to be your nurse! Bojči ♥️: You'd be healthy in seconds with my special treatment ;) Bojči ♥️: I would have scrubbed your back as you showered! Bojči ♥️: I would check on you all the time Bojči ♥️: I would cook for you too! Bojči ♥️: (okay, I would order delivery, but you know...) Kris Guštin sent a photo

He liked to entertain Bojan's idea. He used the rest of the water to wet his lips and he massaged them with his fingers. He captioned the photo with "You'd like to have your fingers in my mouth, wouldn't you?"

Kris Guštin: It's only a suggestion

Kris could only imagine what Bojan's reaction to the photo was...He was taking too long to reply.

Bojči ♥️: This is unfair Kris Guštin: Well, now I gotta go Bojči ♥️: Where???? Kris Guštin: Shower Bojči ♥️: :D Bojči ♥️: Wait for me! Kris Guštin: Alone

Kris got up and picked up one of his winter pajamas and a towel. He took the phone with him to the bathroom.

Bojči ♥️: I'm going to miss you :( Kris Guštin: I'm only going for a shower Bojči ♥️: And you don't even intend to give me an official visualizer!? Kris Guštin: I'm sure the phone would just be ruined if I took it with me for a shower. Bojči ♥️: maybe :/

Kris undressed himself and he decided to open his phone one last time before taking a shower.

He took a photo of himself in the mirror, slightly leaning in on the sink. The photo was able to capture his upper body at its fullest and it was possible to see a bit - and only a bit - of his hip. Just enough to see his almost non-existent tan line, but nothing else.

"Okay, enough of that", he thought.

He finally turned on the hot water and walked into the shower. God, it felt amazing. He was still wondering how he'd have to find new ticket planes...he probably wouldn't be able to make it until after Bojan's birthday, uh. With the holidays and all...

Kris enjoyed taking that shower, not only because he was sick, but because he was dying to see Bojan's reaction. As soon as he finished it, he cleaned his hands and picked up the phone again.

Bojči ♥️ screenshoted the photo Bojči ♥️: I'M SORRY I SCREENSHOT BY ACCIDENT Bojči ♥️: At least the first 2 times Bojči ♥️: But now I get 5 screenshots of you looking lovely Bojči ♥️ sent a video

Kris opened the video. It was Bojan lying in bed.

- Do you see this empty space!? - he pointed to Kris' side of the bed - THIS IS WHERE YOU SHOULD BE AT! I should be nursing you back to health! But! - he raised his finger - Maybe I'll forgive you if you keep sending me messages like these.

Bojči ♥️: how long is this showeeeeeer Bojči ♥️: don't leave me alone for too long :( Bojči ♥️: OMG YOU SAW THE MESSAGES

Kris noticed he reached the end. Damn, he should have waited longer.

Kris Guštin: This really isn't fair, is it? I'm out here posting myself and you are doing God knows what with my pictures. Kris Guštin: What about me though? Bojči ♥️: Fair? Your beauty is unfair! Kris Guštin: -_- Bojči ♥️: Okay, I'm gonna give you what you want ;) Bojči ♥️: And never up. Bojči ♥️: or let you down Bojči ♥️: or turn around and desert you Bojči ♥️ sent a GIF

It was a Rick roll.

Kris Guštin: I was thinking about giving you a visualizer Kris Guštin: now I won't Bojči ♥️ sent a GIF

It was a drawing of a cat mashing on a table.

Bojči ♥️: gimme gimme gimme Bojči ♥️: a man afteeeer midnight! Bojči ♥️: better? Kris Guštin sent a photo

Bojan definitely knew how to persuade him.

Kris sent a picture of him sitting down with the towel barely covering anything - again, only showing just a bit lower than the tan line - but this time the towel he used allowed him to see almost every detail that mattered to Bojan's eyes.

That wasn't the only captive thing about it. Kris took the photo from a high angle, looking up through his eyelids, he had his mouth slightly opened and his skin and hair were still very much wet.

"Official visualizer", he captioned it.

Bojan didn't reply for a while and Kris noticed he had screenshotted it again.

Bojči ♥️: This is not fair... Bojči ♥️: Anything I could send you could never be as good as what you send me Bojči ♥️: I'm okay, it's just that :(... Bojči ♥️: Why are you so perfect? Bojči ♥️: Why are you, even sick, still being so.... Bojči ♥️: iwdjwdbsjjsbs Bojči ♥️: I'm so lucky :( Bojči ♥️: I date the prettiest and most perfect person in the whole wide world! Kris Guštin: that's very sweet of you. Bojči ♥️: but I have some suggestions ;) Kris Guštin: Oh? Enlighten me Bojči ♥️ is calling...

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Idk what to write here...cue fanfiction?

MASTER POST | Recommended next: Conspiracy Theories (Alternative Ending)

#joker out #joker out bojan #joker out kris #bojan cvjetićanin #kris gustin #kris guštin #bokris #joker out fanfic #fanfics #fanfictions

[hazgoldenstyles]

Ooh what about Harry’s daughter graduating high school and moving out of state for college🥺 like a mix of angst and fluff:)

A/n- this is so cute!!!! thank you for sending something, and I hope you love it as much as I did writing it! Btw (it kinda turned sad idk i was just letting my mind flow and do its thing) sorryyyy

Warnings- death, mild cursing, ANGST! (Its just sad tbh)

Word count- 622 (not too long ik ik)

Bambi

It's always been them two.

They were inseparable because he was the only one she had.

2004, then.

"C'mon, push sweetheart its okay”, Harry whispered calmly to his crying wife, as he's sat behind her on the hospital bed wiping the sweat from her forehead.

"I cant, it hurts so bad Harry", Y/n cries gripping his hand tightly.

Harry hates how he cant do anything to help his wife's pain other than speaking encouraging words into her ear. His eyes start to water, but he knows he has to be strong for her and he knows he'll get teased for it when this is all over, even telling their child when they're older.

The doctor looks at me, "she has to push because the baby has been in there for too long, it's getting dangerous"

I start to worry but Y/n's not listening to what anybody has to say.

"Baby, you have to push for me... don't you wanna see our baby" I question, "who's gonna look just like you I know it. C'mon baby you have to... for me please", I beg with misty eyes, kissing the top of her head.

She looks up at me with her brown, almost black watery eyes, "for our bambi" she whispers.

Noir.

All of a sudden she screams with her head thrown back while she pushes, the people around us encouraging her. I feel so proud of her, more than ever right now. I start to hear loud crying and I smile.

I look down at her "sweet girl, you did it" I coo, kissing her forehead numerous times.

She looks me in the eyes and smiles "you know I love you right" she says sniffling lightly, I nod my head.

But then we hear fast beeping, so I look up at the doctor.

"Why is it doing that", I panic, "It wasn't just doing that... I-Is she okay", I stutter.

I look at her, "baby hi, what's going on hm" my voice quivers, "whats going in inside that body of yours", I question with tears streaming down my face.

She looks at me dazed "I'll be fine Harry, just let them take care of me", she says stroking my eyebrow.

It gets faster.

"CODE BLUE", the nurse yells

And faster....

2022, Now.

“Dad!”, Noir calls out to harry, running up the stairs to his room. Harry looks up from his computer while laying in his bed.

She walks in with an unopened envelope, “i got my application back from Harvard” she says excitedly going to sit next to him.

“Thats great baby, lets open it. And remember its okay if they didn’t except you, it just means that there are wayyyyy more opportunities open for you” Harry carefully explained while brushing her hair back from her face.

She looks at him with a sad face, “Do you think mom will be proud of me?” She questions with watery eyes, looking at her father for reassurance.

He gives her a sad smile, “how about this, open it and we’ll talk about that” She looks down at the envelope and starts to open it.

She starts to read aloud “thank you for submitting your application… you have been accept-“ she drops her head onto her fathers shoulder.

“Da-ddy, i did it” she cries. He hugs her tightly kissing the top of her head.

“Mama would’ve been proud of you either way. But now think of it, you’re going to Harvard Bambi!”, he coos wiping her eyes.

“Im gonna miss you Noir.. so so much. You’re my baby girl.” He grabs her hand rubbing her knuckles, thinking of where time went.

“My sweet sweet Bambi” he whispers hugging her with watery eyes.

A/n- soooo i hope y’all liked it and make sure to send me more requests!!! Reblogs are much appreciated!!! Bye lovliessss💗

#harry styles #hs #harryedwardstyles #harrystylesfanfic #harrystyles x black!reader #harrystyles x reader #harrystylesoneshot #loryswritings. #anonasks #anon tag #harry styles smut #dad!harry

[carrickbender]

Sunday 7

1. Today was great- I did my best to show up for H(whose body is trying to kill her) and Henry, who is just being his sweet self, but when I can't show up for myself it makes show up for them a herculean task. I thought maybe if I talked to a therapist I might pick up a few strategies for dealing with negative self talk, but nope. So back to square one...

2. I'm listening to "the gifts of imperfection", and while I appreciate Brene Brown so much, and I can understand what she is saying about vulnerability, but a big part of me still says, "what if those voices are right?". That part of me knows that nothing is ever going to be enough, and that to believe otherwise is stupid and unrealistic. If you found a way to live with these feelings, please let me know, because I'm striking out.

3. I've been procrastinating about taking a civil service exam, as was requested, and I have to take it tonight as soon as buggy is in his bed. I have to be in Oly at 8 am for a physical for a p.t. job, then a signing at 4 pm in East County, then run back so H and her friend K can go to a knitters group.

4. Wednesday I have another endoscopy, and I hope we can figure something out. I'm tired of being miserable after eating even the smallest amount of foods. I've eliminated foods, I've added others, I've changed already smaller quantities... nothing helps. Fun, right?

5. My mom is taking me up, as it's required to have someone take you there and back, but I'm regretting my choice. It's honestly nothing new: I'm tired of only hearing from her whenever she needs something, and when she feels guilty about it, she works herself doing something way too fucking hard like she did today and when we do try to include her in our lives(like we did today), she tries to make me feel guilty for not helping. She says things like, "well I didn't want to bother you"- well that never stopped her before but here we are!!!!! And she wonders why we don't ask her for help...

6. And Friday is the dentist, with a temporary dental appliance that I need just so I don't look awful for interviews. I'm already going into most interviews at a disadvantage from the start, so I need to try to at least reach the bottom bar. Which needs to happen soon, because yeah, I'm not made of money.

7. Anyhow, this has just been a rant and screaming into the void. I'm sorry to be a broken record, but I feel like I'm scrambling against everything just to keep my head above water. If you have any extra energy and good vibes, send them please- i really need them this week. Thank you all for letting a bit of light in, and thank you for being amazing. You are loved and appreciated more than you know.

#me #this is my life #dadlife #exhausted #gastric bypass #complications #im so far underwater #i dont even know what im going to do #just keep swimming #keep me where the light is

[its-snicket-here]

What is the difference with Jircniv Rune Farlord El Nix, meet the different Mom of Ainz Oil Goun

Like Ocean Goddess nypm! Mom, Wildy elf! Mom, and our all time favorite Cosmic Eldritch demon! Mom

How is the interaction different between the three?

All Ainz’s Mom forms all have their own personal quirks in relation with Jircniv when visiting him, but even then, he still hope that he wouldn’t die because he has gained the favor of the Great Sorcerers’ mother. 

Ocean Goddess Nymph! Mom always visit Jircniv when the kingdom is quiet, less crowded, and dark. It gives her an excuse to cover the kingdom with a moderately light misty fog so that she doesn’t go drying up when visiting him, often wearing a blindfold/cloth around her eyes to avoid scaring off any wandering civilians of the night. Unlike all other forms, where they all can get inside the castle with ease, she can’t. Her full powers only work when around the sea, but when far away from it, only 25% of her powers can work. When around fresh water though, she can moderately control it with light water weather spells like [Misty Fog] and [Rainfall]. So when there is a misty fog in the Baharuth empire, it’s a signal to Jircniv that she is here. He would actually get his lounge room humid for Ocean Goddess Nymph! Mom to rehydrate and forbid chefs to cook seafoods when you arrive, going so far even to execute a chef who dare to send in a seafood dish to regain your favor again — just don’t tell him that you don’t mind eating seafood despite being an ocean goddess. Though despite other than that, he also has like a giant sea shell collection building up with how often you would give him sea shells you had been collecting as gifts. They’re all in nice individual rows, in their little glass containers with their names of these shells, cleaned weekly and polished. Magical shells are given their own rooms and observed carefully by Fluder to understand them more, only Fluder. If any of these shells are broken, Jircniv would act like it is the end of the world because he broke one of these “precious” shells you gave to him, in reality they’re pretty much common for you because you could withstand the deep pressures of the ocean. You just wanted to give him these shells because you though he’s a collector like you with his deep interests of your tales in the ocean. Honestly, this type of mom would stress him out the most compared to the rest as he MUST keep everything perfect in order to gain your favor, despite you saying you’re thankful with the room just being humid and the light meals that would be sent in. He is also very willing to do anything to be in your favor. You want your village to have a stable trading connection? He got you. You want your village to be modernized? He’ll send you the best people to do it for you. You want children? He’ll do - What what?

Wyldy Elf! Mom is different. She can go in and through the empire whenever she is pleased, due to her more humanly looks compared to the other Moms. Depending on what she was doing prior, she could just walk to the castle or teleport there. Somewhere in the castle gardens, there is a special area just for you, where it contains just small tidbits of your safe plants from the queen’s glade. There is a table and chairs there underneath the willow, as well as a tea set there. Wyldy Elf! Mom refuse to allow any of the chefs or Jircniv to serve any snacks at the table, rather much wanting to bring them her selves. So one of the signals that she’s here is the softly sweet smell in the winds from the appetizers… that if the fairies that takes care of the section doesn’t barge in to drag Jircniv out there themselves get there first. Yeah, her fairies takes care of the garden then the gardeners. They have trust issues with humans taking care of these fragile and sensitive plants sent in by the Wyldy Elf! Mom. Though despite all of that, they ONLY allow Jircniv inside the garden, all because their master likes him or else they would attack the hell out of anyone that dares to get inside. Out of types of mom, this is moderately less stressful for him to handle. As he doesn’t have to worry about food, taking care of anything, or making the area comfortable — but all of your talks makes him tense up every time you ask him a question. He thinks this a test and every day you are testing him if you like him more or not, so he answers your questions slowly and cautiously in order to still get your favor. So this form is technically less stressful than Ocean Goddess Nymph! Mom, but is also in the middle of being stressful because he has to watch his words carefully. Very… Very carefully. There are tiny ears around the Queen’s Garden.

Now Cosmic Demon… Eldritch… Mom…. Uhmmm…

So from my updated CDE! Mom, she has two forms. One is her true from and another being her “physical form.” Depending on her mood, she may visit him in her “physical” form while on the other she may visit him in his “dreams.” Like what I said in her updated form, she has the free will to bring in people from their sleep to her “world.” There is no concept of time when visiting her in the dream state, so a visit that last for hours can last for seconds in their sleeping form, once their visit has ended those who where brought up to her world wakes up drenched in sweat as if it was a nightmare. So it was indeed a very stressful night when Jircniv first arrived to CDE! Mom true form and seeing how fucking gigantic she was compared to him, despite her having the ability to manipulate everything — even in size. Though he adjusts rather quickly to the fact of her true form, it doesn’t stop him from being more frightened at you now. Whenever you arrive to his kingdom in your physical form, he can tell you arrived to the large crowd of your cultist followers surrounding your carriage. He’ll physically come out to the entrance of his castle to greet you with a warm welcome before the crowd would disperse to allow you to exit the carriage. The two of you would be surrounded with cheers and cries of awe when you come out, praises would spew out, cries of blessing them with your knowledge would be heard, begging would be heard to heal them. I wouldn’t lie when Jircniv would actually feel overwhelmed with knowing how far you had influenced his people, so far as being considered as a GOD to them. Cold chills would crawl up onto his back once he comes to the realization that you had rooted your influence deep into his kingdom, ready to overthrow him or even be your puppet, if you suspect that he’s stepping out of line. Though that realization actually came short after you read his body language, as afterwards you bluntly told him that you don’t care about having a kingdom, you just like him and his company, as it made you felt more human conversing. Often times the two of you would converse in the kingdom’s library, having a sometimes a battle of wits to just talking. Tea or water would be provided once a while to get refills and non crumbly snacks would be provided. Compared to the rest, this type of mom is actually the most less stress inducing to him.

The reason I wrote these like this is because I made each mom separate so I don’t actually make it boring just to see the same personality but just in a different body. They all have their own little quirks and slight personality changes that can be abled to be set apart. Wyldy Elf! Mom has a playful attitude and cheerful, while Ocean Nymph Goddess! Mom is more calm and noble. Cosmic Demon Eldritch! Mom is more blunt and straightforward, often times would like to say the truth than sugar coat things.

So if you would like the blunt truth, go to her. She will fucking shred you down into pieces telling you the truth to the point you won't exist anymore.

#wyld elf mama #wyld elf mom #snicket speaks #overlord x reader #mom reader #Jircniv #Jircniv Rune Farlord El Nix #x reader #cosmic demon eldritch mom #ocean nymph goddess mom #overlord #headcanons #general headcanon #overlord headcanons

[canyonmooncreations]

Depression is Hard

Depression Is Hard 

Summary: When y/n doesn’t show for work, Spencer goes to her apartment to find a very depressed someone. 

Characters: Spencer x reader

Word Count: 1181

Author’s Note: If you are ever struggling with depression, please please please get help. You’re amazing and you mean so much to ME. Thank you for being you. 

Warnings: Depression

Silence. That was the sound that filled the room today. Spencer walked in and he knew something was off. Y/n. She wasn’t anywhere in sight. Spencer wasn’t greeted with his normal “good morning my love”. 

“Where’s y/n?” Spencer asked. 

“We assumed you would know.” Luke chimes in. 

Y/n and Spence had been dating for months now. They bonded so quickly and fell for each other so fast. Spencer planned on asking her to move in soon and he was beyond excited. Y/n never missed work unannounced, especially without telling him.

Emily makes her way down the stairs. “Y/n is taking a sick day. We have a local case. Conference room.” Emily shot Spencer the *she needs you* look and hoped he would take the hint. 

“Emily, I will be on call. Y/n needs me. Can you send me the case files and brief me over text?”

“Yes, of course. Tell y/n we are all here if she needs anything.” Emily nodded before heading to the conference room and Spencer quickly made his way to his car. 

Y/n lived about ten minutes away from the bureau in a small, cozy apartment. He always loved visiting her there and seeing Mellie, her adorable kitten she adopted not too long ago. Spencer was lost in his thoughts and was brought back when he felt the familiar metal of the key she had given him months ago. 

He opened the door and was greeted with something he had never seen before. The apartment was a mess, trash overflowing, dirty laundry scattered, curtains closed, lights off. The complete opposite of how she normally kept her space. 

Spencer makes his way to her room, seeing her door cracked. He peaks in to see y/n deep in sleep with her hair a mess, in day old clothes. There was untouched and half eaten food scattered here and there. He could tell she hadn’t showered in days. He instantly regretted leaving her here over the weekend as he traveled to see his mom. It looks like it's been bad since he left. 

Not wanting to wake her just yet, he closed the door and made his way back to the living room. He started with collecting all the dirty laundry, the dishes, and then the trash. He opened the blinds and watered her plants. He chuckled when he saw Mellie’s food bowl. While everything was crumbling around her, y/n made sure Mellie was not going hungry. 

Spencer made his way to the bedroom after he had cleaned for y/n. He wanted to help her as much as he could because he knew she was struggling with so much right now. Spencer quietly opened the door and climbed into bed with y/n. Mellie stirred and nudged his leg, while y/n cuddled into him. She was still for a little but he was shocked when he heard little sniffles coming from her. 

“Oh, honey, what’s a matter? I’m right here. Come here.”

Y/n cuddled more into Spencer as the sniffles turned to sobs. He just held her and whispered sweet nothings. 

Spencer has never seen it this bad. He’s seen her on her bad days and always tries to be whatever she needs. Y/n struggles with depression and some days are better than others. 

The sobs were broken as she spoke quietly. 

“I’m so sorry you have to see me like this. I never meant for you to. I hope you don’t hate me”

“Y/n, please do not apologize. I love you and every part of you. I will never hate you. You mean so much to me. Do you want to talk about what’s going on in that little head of yours?”

Spencer sat her up and softly moved the hair from her face. She nodded. 

Unable to meet his gaze, she stared at her hands and spoke softly. “It was really hard this weekend without you and having no cases. I didn’t want to call and bother you. I wanted to call you this morning but I figured the team needed you. I didn’t…”

“You will always be my number one priority, the team can wait.” He interrupted her rambling. 

“When was the last time you ate, y/n?”

Y/n felt her stomach sink. She always skipped meals until the lovely Dr. Reid came into her life and insisted on healthy habits. 

This was answer enough for Spencer. He stood and reached out a hand to y/n. He was met with grabby hands and a small smile asking to be picked up. He just chuckled and obliged. He began to carry her to the living room. 

“I am so sorry Spence, it is such a mess…” she fell silent as she saw a clean and welcoming main room. “Spence, you didn’t have to.”

“I know. I wanted to.” He spoke as he sat her on the kitchen island. “Chicken noodle or tomato?” He rested his hands on either side of her legs and kissed her softly. 

“Ummmm, tomato… but can you make me grilled cheese too?” She looked down, a little unsure of why she was nervous to ask. Spencer grabbed her chin and pulled her to meet his gaze. 

“Of course, my love. Anything for you.” He smiled and booped her nose. 

Y/n reached over and turned on the record player. She smiled as soft classics came on and filled the room. She took a second to bask in the happiness Spencer brings into her life. He is like the sun and she is forever loving him. The smell of tomato soup, the sunlight, the soft music, and the presence of her lover was enough to make her smile. Something she hadn’t done in days. 

“Spence, can I ask you something?”

“Always.” Spencer continued to mix the soup and flip the grilled cheeses. 

“Can we move in together?” She asks quietly. 

“Y/n, I would love that.” Spencer turned around smiling and brought her into a passionate kiss. Y/n was thrilled and hugged Spencer tightly. They stayed like this for a moment until the smell of something burning met their noses. 

“SHIT” Spencer quickly turned around and plated the grilled cheese. Y/n couldn’t help but laugh hysterically, Spencer soon joining her laughter. 

“Well, time to restart. You are a distraction, my love. A good one, but if you want dinner tonight…” They both broke into happy laughter. Y/n hadn’t felt this good in days.

“Here Spence, let me cook it.” Y/n smiled as she started the sandwiches over. She felt as Spencer pulled her away from the oven and brought her into a slow dance. 

“Let’s just get carry-out and watch a movie. I’ve missed you.” Y/n nodded and leaned up to kiss his cheek. The night carried on with the air filled with love and y/n feeling better than she had in days.

Later that night 

Emily: How is she?

Spencer: She’s better. She’s smiling now. I love her so much Em. 

#spencer reid #spencer x y/n #spencer x reader #spencer #reid #soft #criminalminds #criminal minds #fanfiction #fanfic

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

happy one year on tumblr mom!! im a little late about the congratulations so sorry about that 😅

for a live action headcannon could you maybe do karasuno with a manager that got into a fight? except Y/N’s usually very calm and sweet but they just show up to practice with bruises (especially on their knuckles) and the team is just shocked 😮

yachi: hey Y/N, how’d you get all those bruises

Y/N: oh i got into a fight 🙃

*the whole gym silences before chaos induces*

queue asahi panicking, daichi lecturing, tanaka and noya questioning Y/N about if they won or not

daichi: why would you fight someone 😤😠

Y/N: they were talking bad about you guys and it pissed me off 😕

the team stares in silence as Y/N walks away to refill water bottles

*noya and tanaka start crying*

if you don’t do this it’s completely okay, i know you’re busy with your other headcannons!! i hope you have an amazing day/night 🥰

Ahhh thank you anon 🥰 I love this request so much!

Maybe nobody will notice??? Yeah keep dreaming YN 🤣

You walk into the gym as calmly as you can, trying not to incite a riot.

"YN WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?"- Daichi should as you freeze

You slowly turn and everyone stops. Did you hear that? It was a pin dropping 😅

"YN what happened??"- Yachi asks you

Kiyoko runs up to you to check on you

The team rn 👉🏻😐😳😱

"YN who beat you up??"- Asahi says panicking

Noya and Tanaka are READY. It's ON SITE

"Uhhh well-" you say, internal panic setting in 🥲

"YN beat some guy up for saying Karasuno had a craopy volleyball team" Tsukki interjects

You 👉🏻 🧍‍♀️ 😶

Everyone 👉🏻😃 whet...

"I got it on tape of anyone wants to see"- Tsukki says laughing and walking away

You 👉🏻😃😅 so I cam explain

"YN how irresponsible of you!"- Daichi yells

"Yeah YN but also great job killer"- Suga

"SUGA"- daichi yells

"Shutting up"- Suga says walking away

"I just don't like the way people talk about you"- you say 🥺

Tanaka and Noya 👉🏻😐🥲 YN 😭😭😭😭 please they attack you with hugs and love

"Tsukki, I'm going to need to see that video"- Daichi says

"Your going to send it to Kuroo aren't you"- Tsukki

"I would NEVER"- Daichi says walking away

Oh he's totally forwarding that to Kuroo 🤣

#my lovely bbys #live action headcannons 🤣 #LAH event #1 year tumblr versary

[harmonictechnicality]

HARMONY! HARMONY!!!! I ran out of tags trying to describe how much I loved this last update to Memory Logs I am having an out of body experience rn I didn’t even get to describe my favorite part!! THE WAY!!! YOU DESCRIBE THE FEELING OF BRAND NEW FINALLY REALIZED AND REQUITED LOVE!!!!! AAAAAAA literally how do you see and write on the human experience so clearly, you are some kind of wizard, *you’ve got mail voice* ms. 152 insights into my soul… “you thought I was mocking you??” vs actually teasing him about the !!!below deck!!! club (which lmao the existence of) but Steve just being so hyped that Eddie’s into him that it all comes out in this wash of bubbly feelings (“dear god stop this madness”), and “wants to stock up on chapstick and water so they can make out all night” OK SO I SWOONED, SHOW ME SOMEONE WHO WOULDNT, Steve giVeS EDdIE hiS RIIINNNNGGGG, “IT WOULD BE A PLEASURE TO RESTART WITH YOU”, the FOREHEAD KISS!!!! I don’t know how you do this, but if I ever lost my memory, rereading all of your fics again for the first time would be such a pleasure. Rereading them after a week is a pleasure. Rereading them right after finishing reading to note down every favorite line is a pleasure!! You get my drift haha… anyway thank you for being such a queen and sharing your incredible writing with us for free. I am wishing you many dark chocolate pudding cups, and much fan art to delight you, and a very generous rest for your wrists on the other side of all this typing, and a very marvelous week 💕💕

OMG your tags were giving my LIFEEE how rude that they would ever cut you off like that! I need to speak to the internet manager asap!! 😂😂

HAHA the wizard line is *extra* perfect because Steve would *also* blame such sorcery on a wizard (he definitely called Vecna a wizard that is obsessed with clocks and I will never let that go lol).

There hassss to be unreleased footage in the ST vault of all the divorced moms and Eddie just waiting for Steve to turn around and scoop in the back ice cream counters, like PLEASE tell me the footage exists and I didn't just make it up 😭

AGH the ring and forehead kiss goodbye are maybe my favorite parts ❣️❣️ like Steve knows there's nothing else he can do but give a little piece of himself and then hope that there's magic-memory powers in his expert kissing abilities - it's very naive and endearing and heartbreaking all at once and I just want to give him the biggest hug for trying so hard.

Sweet deerling, that is SO incredibly kind omgggg my tender heart cannot take such kindness!! If someone ever made fan art for this I would *weep,* even if they just thought about it, I'd still be teary! I don't have dark chocolate pudding but I dooooo have dark chocolate raisins, which is definitely a win. I'm sending you all the good vibes for the rest of the week/weekend ✨✨ Thank you so much for always being so supportive of the little stories I write.

Have a spectacular day!! Watch all the Meg Ryan films your heart desires!! ❤️🥰❤️

#harmony asks 🪄

[emilemily]

So just left day 4 of work and I absolutely love my new job. It’s a very small office consisting of myself, a 60s aged couple who own the place, and a graphic designer who is close to my age.

The female owner is super sweet, a total mom type. My cheeks tend to flush pink a lot since I moved here and switched climates. Today she went “your cheeks are so rosy!” And tapped my right cheek. It felt like something my mama would do, and for some reason it warmed my heart.

I’ve been catching on really quickly and killing it. Today female boss approached me and asked that I make a phone call for her. I must have gotten visibly nervous for a second because she said “I would never make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with, so if you’d rather not, please tell me.”

I told her “Because of my stutter, the first outbound call I make is always intimidating, but I don’t want to stay in my comfort zone because I won’t grow that way. If you need me to do it I will, just give me a couple minutes to prepare.” She smiled and walked into the next room. I made the phone call, made extensive notes on the information she had me call to ask for.

When I approached her and handed her the notes, she beamed at me and told me “You have so much more courage than I do. You’re remarkable.” I thanked her and walked away and sat back at my desk, looked out the window and couldn’t help but savor the moment.

This job is so good for me mentally because I’m excelling and I know it. I’m needed and I’m up to the task for which I’m needed. On my first day I analyzed our software and found $39k worth of missing payments due to the office accidentally not sending out invoices. Cleaned up the email account, assisted with various projects, and even aided in production. I feel valued.

Today I did all of my usual tasks and then I went into the workshop and worked on production more. It’s almost like the busy work gives me time to stand and stretch my legs. I’m not stuck at a desk all day long if there’s other work to do and I volunteer.

My life has changed so much, so many times in the last 6 months that I have mental whiplash… and this is the first time that I truly believe I’m where I’m supposed to be for the moment. Not where someone else thinks I should be, not where society tells me I should be, and not where I should ideally be.

But I’m here, I’m making enough to survive and be comfortable, and I feel like I’m reconnecting with the hard worker inside of me. The woman who wants to succeed and help out. Who wants to make her dad proud. Who wants to make herself proud.

Every single time I blow an assigned task out of the water, I feel bits of my soul and self esteem coming back.

Emily is in there. I’m gonna get her back no matter what.