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lil-oreo-crumbles · 1 month

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Wanna talk about Mylanie?

I always want to talk about Septarsis and Mewni’s best mom💚

Disclaimer: I won’t be talking about hardly anything that Toffee himself doesn’t know. There’s a lot more I can say but I’d rather y’all find out with him her tavern full of secrets

⊹ ੈ♡ — — — — — — — — — — — ₊˚ ‧₊ ๑ ˎˊ˗

Did not grow up in or near Septarsis at all, but not much is known about her early life besides that

She spent most of her teenage years traveling around Mewni and discovering new places. While she was usually independent, she did have a few tagalongs who travelled with her. She’s one of the few individuals who have ever seen every single corner of the dimension. (Yes I absolutely mean the Underworld, The Cloud Kingdom, and the Kingdom of the Waterfolk when I say this. No stone unturned). She got integrated in a lot of culture and so her own sense of culture is incredibly diverse and mixed. She’s got her own thing going on.

During her travels she was introduced to the concept of Septarian “immortality”. Not knowing much about her species at all— only that she ages significantly slow compared to everyone around her and has the ability to regenerate— she totally believed it hook, line, and sinker. (Zarina and Seth had to tell her it was bogus and it was a lie the species kept up as a war strategy. Safe to say Mylanie was thoroughly disappointed 💀)

Ambrose is not her given last name. She changed it herself. It’s partially due to the immortal rumor, but not entirely.

She absolutely has had folksongs written about her due to her travels and reputation as she travelled

Didn’t see Septarsis until she was a teenager first hand, though it was during its dark ages. The Septarian warrior who took her there was her most loyal companion on her journey before they both parted ways. They didn’t meet again until Mylanie had moved to Septarsis permanently and had already joined the Septarian High Council/became friends with Seth and Zarina.

Mylanie met one of her best friends a long time ago, an individual named Koda, and they have long since passed away. That’s all her son knows.

Moved to Septarsis after hearing about the triumphant takedown of the dictator and the instating of an actual society under Seth, who she had already heard folkstories about during her travels

Joined the Septarian High Council to promote her peace agenda. As someone who is so deeply intimate with all of Mewni, she is so strongly against war and all of the fighting that’s gone hot and cold since her hatching.

Has a solid heart of gold. She’s inherently trusting, gentle, kind, loving, affectionate, and the absolute sweetest ball of pure joy and enthusiasm. But mark my words, she is not stupid, naive, or otherwise uneducated. In fact, her love for books, literature, and learning is one of her defining traits. She knows full well how hard peace is going to be to achieve, and she knows it all depends on the right queen and dismantling the system is going to take a long time, but to her the end result is worth it.

We all know this already, but it might as well be emphasized further, she and Seth are just friends and she’s so annoyed by his courting bs

If there’s one thing Mylanie slipped out about her son’s other parent, it’s that the name Torrence was their choosing. She didn’t name her son herself, the name was their idea.

Does it even need to be said that she loves her son to the ends of the earth and would do anything to protect him?

Instilled in her son a love of reading and learning. Prioritized teaching him to train his mind and be an intellectual rather than relying on brute strength. That lesson has stuck with him through his whole life.

Loves and adores children in general. She’s known for having kids following her around and excitedly talking to her. She’s a kid magnet and loves every second of it. The parents on the other hand are less than appreciative that she’s sneaking these kids candy💀

Despite all my talk about how sweet and kind she is, she’s an aggressive debater. Once you get her started she can get so feisty and hot tempered. It kind of intimidates anyone who only sees her as a blissful optimist. She can get fired up and passionate, especially during debates and defensive and confrontational when anyone dares to hurt (physically or emotionally) her sweet baby.

Loves flowers. Loves collecting flowers. Loves making flower crowns and leaf crowns. She just really really really loves flowers and nature stuff. You’ll never catch her without a flower or flower crown in her hair. Even decorates her son’s hair with flowers. Flowers are her thing.

The oddball of Septarsis. While she has a group of people backing up her peace agenda, it doesn’t stop the populous from thinking she’s just a wee bit funny. There’s a reason why I said she was very Bellecore, I literally cannot listen to that opening song without envisioning an animatic of Mylanie. Specifically the opening song.

Extremely physically affectionate. Definitely a hugger. She expresses her love through physical touch— which counteracts her son. He’s incredibly shy and reserved and prefers to keep physical affection private.

When the Solaria situation happened, it was the biggest shakeup of her entire life. It completely challenged her worldview and made her look completely and totally foolish and stupid for her peace advocacy she’d worked tirelessly to try and prove was possible. It devastated her.

Went against all of her beliefs and joined the fight against Solaria, placing her son in the trust of Seth and Zarina. She visited whenever she could but overall missed five years of his life.

Mylanie had a specialized locket made just in case anything were to happen to her so her son would have something to always remember her by. Speaking of…

She uh… She died. She’s dead. No takesbacks. No fakeout. She dead dead. She long gone. Whoopsies?

She’s really just… kind of a Disney Princess… honestly… which is kind of silly… considering her son is a canonical Disney Villain (regardless of his nuance and such and.. yk)

I fully acknowledge how different she is from her son, especially what he eventually became, but trust me… there’s a lot y’all don’t know about her yet. This is only what he knows. She didn’t get to tell him half of what she wanted to tell him because he was so young when she died.

Picture of Mylanie in his locket:

Random doodles (ft. Battle Attire):

(I DIDNT HAVE A REFERENCE FOR THE SICKLE WHEN I DREW IT LAST YEAR DON’T HATE ME 😭😭 I know how to draw it I swear.)

#svtfoe #star vs the forces of evil #septarsis dragonfly au #mylanie ambrose of septarsis #toffee of septarsis #ask #and the mom of the year award goes to…#there’s sm about her I haven’t shared yet #but I hope this will suffice #toffs got the sickle from her teehee

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rainyday-deer · 4 months

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POP ROCKS IN MY CHOCLY ORANGE?! I NEEEEED IIIIIIT

YES!!!! POP ROCKS!!!!!

It's genuinely so good!!!

There's a kind with toffee bits now, too!

#gayelectro #have not tried the toffee ones yet #BUT POPROCKS..........#Mo chatter

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lovi4996 · 5 months

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Her small original branches have lost their leaves, and she’s losing more leaves all around. i read up a bunch about flame trees before winter got close them losing their leaves is completely normal during winter!! We’re going to keep er goinnnn

#her name is flame toffee #plants #bonsai #i have literally no idea what im doing with this plant still yet somehow she’s so big 🥹

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thetimelordbatgirl · 2 years

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Remember when Lily Orchard hated Toffee from Star vs? She was going to make a video called "Stale Toffee" presumably about "boring, planner villains" with "flat, poor voice acting" but then it never happened...

I didn't know that detail, but I'm not surprised. She pretty much admitted she doesn't care about Belos and Collector in TOH, which, fair. We have our favorites and our least favorites. But it doesn't surprise me she doesn't enjoy villains really, given that has something Lily hisses like a cat at: plot and lore.

But like....I mean....out of the shows villains....Toffee was probably one of the best??? Like, after he died, we kinda got stuck with whatever the show could use really. But Toffee being a planner villain made him interesting. You didn't know what was coming really. Planner villains are interesting in that regard: you never know what's coming with them. Their intentions? All to be revealed in due time. What they intend to? Stay tuned to find out. Which, with that last one, probably why Lily dislikes these villains: requires actually watching the shows and getting infested in the plot. But she is incapable of doing that, even when claiming to be a cartoon critic whose job includes having to pay attention to what they plan to discuss. And as for the voice acting....I mean, I thought his voice was fine. Pretty sure he was meant to sound boring on purpose, given how he debuts as a business man and crap, and by the time he goes out, his voice going up to evil levels was just built up to.

But can kind of see why Lily never did that video. Would require having to name more then one example really and would require having to reason why according to Lily logic, they all bad villains and shit. Like....you'd be wondering at that point why if Lily hates villains run cartoons, why she keeps watching them.....

#lily orchard #like keep in mind i think toffee was a good villain #caue this show just ended on one of the worst ones yet #but lily really acts like her opinions like this are facts #when fun fact; they not #they her opinions #she should realize that at this point

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yumichikah · 1 year

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"I am here. What's with the fuss?"

#open mini #//I finished sewing an apron for my partner today(they do miniature painting and are in need of a hobby apron)#//And we're properly celebrating their bday tomorrow so it's a bday present~!#//Also gonna make a toffee flavored cheesecake tomorrow morning so it's as fresh as possible #//So yehhh been busy busy busy!#//Also been super tired for some reason. Maybe it's because I haven't had my vitamins for a few days now #//It's important to eat them veggies and fruits ok yet I haven't done that #//Hopefully you all are doing amazing! Please remember to compliment yourself today! <3

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starscreaming666 · 1 year

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Why is applying to art college even a thing why can't they just come to our homes and beat us with shovels it'd be less devastating

#GOD #Hi hello I spend 4 months on a portfolio just to suffer #Having the time of my life #Don't actually know if I'm in yet but lads :) lads it's not looking good :)#This is GREAT #Vent #Kinda sorta a bit. Mostly a meme. The actual vent's in the tags! For spice! :)#Fuck art college man all my homies hate art college #I just wanna do silly little guys professionally why is it torment forever :)#Shitpost #This is a shitpost #Art college #Wait lemme edit the tags real fast I learned how to make fudge recently!!!! And it turned out really well!!#Fudge and toffee! I'm a pretty big fan of making confections and this is nice! This is neat!#Planning on trying maple fudge tonight/tomorrow #:)#Trying to distract from how stressed I am :) fudge is a nice distraction I'm a pretty big fan of fudge :)

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dustyhyena · 1 year

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4. one chance?

hi anon! i forgot to respond to this but i took the idea and ran with it :] here goes!

4. one chance

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"No see, it's like this." Oliver's voice was gentle as Toffee handed their controller over to him. He was always better with getting a handle on things, especially when it came to video games. That's something they all learned during their time on the surface.

Although it hasn't been long, they've nearly gotten the hang of how everything operated up top compared to the domes. A large part of it was thanks to the help of Felix, who was watching from their spot behind the couch the two octolings were sitting on. They were taking a break from their work to destress, but even then, Oli could see the inkling nervously drumming their fingers on the couch frame. Usually, Toffee would notice and offer them a spot on the couch, but she seemed to be preoccupied with staring at the TV, even as the character on the screen stood idly.

Oliver couldn't blame either of them. There had been a certain tenseness that hung over the room ever since Cas left that afternoon. He'd been trying not to let it tug too much at him, but he was worried for her.

It'd been months since they last saw Sixer, who now went by "Eight". Completely out of the blue and by chance, in Inkopolis Square, they saw her surrounded by complete strangers. Their reunion was heartfelt, don't get him wrong. But something had fucked with Eight's memory prior.

She didn't remember them at first. Oliver remembered the brief panic flashing over Cas's eyes when the very name she'd given to Eight was only met with confusion. It took a lot of reminders to jog her memory and they were able to reconcile, but who knows what else she forgot? And how would Cas take that?

The impromptu date Cas set out for with Eight was a heat of the moment decision, sprouting from the slow burning feelings she had for the other and the fear of losing her again. Oliver knew this and tried to talk her out of it, or at least get her to stop and think about it. But as usual, Cas was set on doing things her way, and assured the group that things would be fine either way. If it didn't work out, then it didn't work out. But she wasn't gonna let a chance like this slip by again.

Dumbass, Oliver thought to himself. Whether it was to Cas or himself, he didn't dwell on. He just hoped Cas knew what she was doing.

"...so, that ground-pound actually gives you an extra boost when jumping and you need to use it here. You just press these buttons…"

Toffee seemed to snap back into reality suddenly. "- oh! Sorry, I was zoned out for a little…"

"No worries," Oliver replied, noting Toffee's hesitance to look at him or the TV screen.

"...hey. I'm sure Cas is fine out there. She said herself that it was just to try things out. If they don't work out, we can go from there."

"I know, but-!" Toffee started abruptly, squeezing her arm nervously. "I'm worried…!"

"I-I'm sure it's fine…!" Felix's voice piped up from behind them, prompting the two to turn around. "Besides, what really is the worst that could happen?"

The inkling's nervous chuckle was cut short by the sharp noise of the front door being slammed open, nearly startling them into shock. The other two turned around to see who was standing in the door.

Of course, it was none other than Cas, staring ahead with an icy gaze and angry tears in her eyes. Her tentacles were void of their usual red hue, instead replaced with the yellow coloration and dotted with neon blue spots as they curled in and out.

"Cas-?!" Toffee was quick to jump to her side, hands hovering and unsure what to do. "What happened?!"

Cas grit her teeth.

"I had one chance."

The mood in the room grew somber.

"I had one chance, and I fucked it up for good."

#dusty writing #splatoon #splatoon ocs #onwards gang #cas #toffee #oliver #felix #this is something i havent gotten to yet in terms of explaining.... ehehehooo 😘

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approximately7hearses · 1 year

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Rouge, ourple :) , mint 💗💜💚

fanks lov i would love a cookie right about now <3

#ily!!!#did u make the apple cookies w toffee bits in them yet?#i’ll be back home on sunday 👀

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summer-fire · 2 years

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Making macarons on hard mode (high)

#fucked up and got yolk in the batter and had limited eggs left #made the genius decision to make a chocolate-surrounding-caramel filling #has no heavy cream used sweeten condensed milk and now I have toffee instead of caramel #added espresso powder to the (bitter dark) chocolate #these may be my best ones yet

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luveline · 5 months

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hi bae, just wondering if you could write something like roommate!marauders and reader with anxiety where everytime one of them goes out she gets really worried that’s somethings gonna happen to them and waits up for them and just feels like a burden when she calls to make sure they’re alright and just general anxiety things and them being so sweet about it

love u

love u too♡

cw death related anxiety

“Hey, Remus?” you ask tentatively.

Your housemate lays across the sofa with his dinner half eaten on the coffee table and a book tented on his chest. He's ignoring both in favour of the television, a rerun of Family Fortunes turning the sofa cushions and his pale skin a light blue.

He drags his blue-tinged gaze from the subtitles to your frowning. “What's wrong?” he asks. You're surprised he heard you over the sound of Sirius’ stereo echoing down the stairs.

“Where did James say he was going?”

“I think he said he'd be at the gym for an hour now he's not in work. Want me to call him?”

“Why would you call him?” you ask, instead of saying yes, please, like you want to.

“You're worrying again.”

They know how you are. It doesn't mean they have to understand —it isn't logical to think James is hurt because he hasn't been home today yet, and none of them are required to humour you in your worry, but they always do.

You feel sick as he takes his phone from his pocket. You've convinced yourself that James is dead, that his car curled around a bend too quickly on the drive in the rain, or that something happened at the gym, or that he never made it there at all, had a fit in the car park outside of work. Even as you think it, you know it's implausible, unlikely, just a repetitive negative anxiety worming its way into your head, but you can't make it stop.

James doesn't answer the first time, which doesn't help, and then when he does answer the second time you're waiting for bad news. Remus smiles as he talks. “Hello? Jamie?”

James doesn't need speak phone to be heard. “Remus! I'm at the gym, what's happening?”

Remus wrinkles his nose. “What's happening? Since when do you say that?”

“What's up?” James corrects. “I'm on my way out of the gym, can you talk? You can keep me company while I drive.”

Remus holds out the phone to you.

“Remus?” James asks into the room. You take the phone before he can hang up, and decide to be honest, but the words get stuck like toffee between your teeth. “Hello?”

“Hey,” you say, sending Remus a grateful look. He moves over to make room on settee for you, and his arm wraps familiarly around your shoulders as you settle in. He turns his attention back to his show.

“Oh my god hey, angel. Remus okay?”

“I was making him ring you, sorry. I thought… you know what I'm like. It's getting late and you aren't home, and I know I don't have the right to pester you about where you are.”

“Yeah you do,” James says, his voice louder, like his mouth is very close to the microphone. “Course you do. I'd worry too if you weren't home yet.”

“I do this all the time, though.”

Just last week he and Sirius were out late and you'd panicked that they'd both been hurt. You stayed up until almost one in the morning waiting for them to get home from a music shop in the city, each minute after eleven like a shot of ice water in your veins. Sirius jumped when he saw you waiting in the living room, but then he'd given you a hug and rubbed at your shoulders roughly. You didn't wait up for us, did you?

“It's worse lately, yeah?” James asks. You hum non-committal, and Remus gives you a squeeze in typical Remus fashion. You hadn't even realised he was listening, but his support makes this easier. “You're worrying about us more.”

“Yeah,” you say. “I don't know why. And it sucks because I know it's making me a lot to deal with.”

“I would one thousand percent prefer it if you rang me then sat there worrying. That would make me feel better. And Remus and Sirius feel the same way, okay? We could all stand to ring each other a bit more anyways.”

You rub your nose into your hand. “Sorry,” you mumble.

“There's no need to be. I love you, ‘n I just want you to be happy. If a phone call can make that happen then why shouldn't you do it? And it's not like they're a big imposition, I like talking to you. We all do.”

James is home from the gym what could only be ten minutes later, and he leans over the back of the settee to kiss your forehead chasely. “Here we are, all safe and well.”

“You haven't seen Sirius yet,” Remus points out.

“I can bloody well hear him. What is he listening to? Is that U2?” James shakes his head in disgust. “I can see why you were so worried I wasn't coming home. Let me go put a stop to that immediately.”

#the marauders #marauders #poly marauders #poly!marauders #poly marauders x reader #poly!marauders x reader #remus lupin x reader #james potter x reader #remus lupin fanfiction #james potter fanfiction #remus lupin fic #james potter fic #the marauders x reader #the marauders x fem!reader #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #sirius black x reader implied is

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neo-shitty · 2 years

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i’m getting stressed again. might fuck around and reread looking for alaska for the nth time 😬

#just a thought #not that i COULD actually do it #i have exams on thursday and im not really confident with my knowledge standing yet so #no books for toffee for now :(#toff.txt

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patriwoso · 8 months

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A betrayal • Alexia Putellas

If someone asked from the outside, you'd say Barca was like a family.

Claudia was your sister, a twin. You were double trouble.

Patri was the older sister.

Alexia was the mom. Soccer mom. She made sure you and Claudia kept in line.

You teased Ana and said she was the grandmother, eventually agreeing to be the Aunt though.

Mapi and Ingrid were like Soccer moms too, although sometimes you'd argue Mapi was too childish and she was the baby of the family.

The family was tight. You had your groups within the team and they were close.

When Alexia and Aitana went to the World Cup, you felt betrayed. Confused and upset why they would go against what they'd said the whole time.

You lost some of your family for a few months. You didn't want to talk to them, acknowledge them.

Going to a senior world cup had been yours and Claudia's dream. Mapi and Patri had experienced it before but you were yet to reach that stage of your career.

The first few days were spent crying in Mapi's arms. You felt overwhelmed and upset that this was happening, it wasn't fair.

Alexia had tried to reach out to you but you chose not to reply. Watching the calls on the screen until they rang out. Her messages appearing amongst other notifications.

Hey small stuff. Miss you x

Y/N I'm sorry, I love you ❤️

Please call me. I want to talk to you Y/N/N.

You spent a few weeks with Patri and Pina on holiday in Mallorca, boat trips and tanning on the beach.

The nights were spent cuddled up together watching films, sharing popcorn and toffees.

"Claudi stop wriggling." You'd tug on the blanket, pulling back what she had taken away from you.

"I'm not!"

"That pair of you... your children!" Patri sighs.

And then preseason training started again.

You were with the Barca B team like usual, some of the internationals joining back once their time in Australia and New Zealand had come to an end.

August 20th came around too fast.

You had stayed at Pina's place that night, sharing a bed like you would in the youth age groups on away camps.

"You know whatever happens today we were right for staying home. We stuck by our morals and what we believe P." You tell her, laying in bed.

She didn't reply but let out a giggle when your stomach rumbled loud.

"Let's go out for breakfast."

The next morning wasn't quite the same. You lay in Mapi's arms crying. Ingrid rubbing your back softly.

"It's not fair" You sobbed, rubbing your teary eyes on you sleeve.

"I know, mi amor." She kissed the top of your head.

"She messaged me again yesterday." You whispered, pulling out your phone and showing her.

"Y/N! You haven't replied to her messages since July 2nd!" Mapi slaps your arm.

"And?!" You cry, keeping tucked under her arm, watching as she scrolls through the phone.

"Mi querida, you can't just shut her out completely." Ingrid tells you, tucking some hair behind you ear.

"You have to remember that this was also best for Alexia's rehab and injury... As much as we both hate her being there." Mapi tells you, a bit reluctantly. "Message her."

You snatch you phone back, hovering over the keyboard before typing out 'I love you Alexia. I'm sorry'.

The blue button is hit and you chuck you phone on the end of the sofa, not wanting to do anything more.

"Baby steps I suppose." Mapi sighs.

You stayed off of social media for a while, not replying to anymore of Alexia's messages. You decided the one reply was enough for now.

Seeing Spain win was hard. You knew the preseason tour was coming up so you had something to keep your mind off of it.

You hadn't expected Alexia to come to Mexico with the team, it being just a week after the world cup final.

You’d spoken to Claudia and Patri one night after training. They didn’t know how to act, you all loved Alexia but the betrayal hurt a lot.

“Just smile.” Ingrid’s arm wrapped around you. keeping you close by her side.

Alexia and Mapi had turned up to the preseason tour camp a day after the rest of the team.

“I don’t want to see her, Ingrid.” You drop your head to the side to lean on her, the taller women’s arm pulling you closer into her.

“You can’t avoid her forever. She’s Alexia, and your her favourite on this team. She’ll want to see you.”

“I am not her favourite…”

Ingrid chuckles. “You so are, the favouritism is ridiculous y/n/n. She’s a football mom to you and your her favourite football daughter.”

You keep yourself in Ingrid’s arms, she’s a good hugger and radiates a lot of comfort for you.

“Alexia and María have arrived, they’ll join us in a few moments.” Jona announces to you all as your stood around on the training field.

You start picking at your fingers, a nervous habit of yours.

Your mucking around with Jana and Claudia when you see Alexia and Mapi jogging around the pitch.

The coaching staff split you up into groups of 8, yourself ending up with 6 Barca B players and Marta.

“You alright, grandma?” You smile cheekily and Marta slaps you on the arm.

“Hey Alexia!” You head one of the younger girls say.

You spin around on your heels and see Alexia approach the group.

“Jona said to join you guys.” She smiles, making eye contact with you before you look away.

You look at the floor, the ball bag, anything except Alexia, hoping she’ll leave you alone.

Truth is that you miss her, the 2 and a half months away from her has been a torture as your so used to being with her all the time.

“Hey.” You see her boots appear in front of you.

You turn around and head to the water cooler, getting a bottle out and drinking from it, anything to keep away from Alexia.

You didn’t want to do this, but you didn’t want to face her either.

You’d managed the whole training session without direct conversation, you ignored her stares across the field and worked your way to Claudia and Patri when she approached you.

That evening, you gathered in the hotel lobby. A group of fans asking Alexia for pictures and autographs.

You felt uncomfortable watching it, standing besides Mapi and Ingrid again.

“I miss her.” You sigh, whispering softly under your breath.

“Talk to her.” Ingrid whispers back. “She’ll want you too.”

Alexia works herself away from the fans, trying to get back into the group.

She pushes in between you and Caroline, listening to Jona talk before he dismisses you all.

Before she can say anything, or walk away, you through your arms around her shoulders and bury your head into her neck.

Neither of you say anything, you don’t have to.

She rubs your back softly, holding you tight in her arms as if she was afraid you would run off and ignore her again.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbles.

“I missed you.” A few tears spill from your eyes, soaking her training top a little.

“I missed you too, small stuff. You’ve gotten taller.” She smiles, kissing your forehead and wiping your teary eyes.

“Ale I hate you so much right now” You shake you head, moving back away from her. “But i love you and I’ve missed you and I don’t want you to do that ever again please.” You tear up some more.

She nods, pulling you back into her arms again. “I love you.”

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ajortga · 1 month

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belly the holland lop

pairing: tara carpenter x fem reader

summary: it was good tara wasn't home, you were able to bring him home and spend the rest of the day with him however much you wanted behind closed doors, maybe some kisses.

word count: 1.6k+

a/n: this contains big amount of angst. just warning yall. ( theres none just the fluffiest story you'll see today!)

You opened the keys to your apartment, carefully sneaking in as you peeked through the hallways.

Silent. Good. Tara’s not home.

You snuck him in, telling him to shush as you led him to your room. You didn’t want to get caught by Tara. You loved him too much.

You opened the door and closed it, making a sigh of relief as you relaxed, kissing his forehead.

“Okay, I don’t think Tara will find you, well she’s not home yet but as long as you stay!” You emphasize on the stay as you look at him. His eyes were just like hers, you melted, making random motions with your hands, “Then you will be safe.”

The small holland lop bunny looked at you, his nose wobbling as you kept kissing him.

(Did I get you?)

“Great!” You say, bending down and picking Belly up. Or maybe you should call him Mabel. Green Beans? You’ll decide on that later.

You carefully use your hand and use your right to lift his stomach and the other to his bottom, then you bring him to your chest. It makes a small squeak of happiness as you bring him to your bed and it does a binky, doing zoomies on your bed as you giggle.

“No stop that, I don’t want my duvets to get all ruffled, I ironed them just yesterday!”

Belly, or Green Beans or Mabel looks at you, his cute brown eyes looking at you as it makes a small stomp of protest, grunting.

“Hey don’t grunt at me little boy!”

He stomps again as you sigh, “Okay fine a little more zoomies.”

Belly bounces off the pillows and circles around the room once, twice, four times, six times! before jumping on your bed and landing on your lap.

“Adorable,” you mumble, feeding him a small sliced apple and strawberry.

“Spoiled baby,” you chide playfully, “You’re just like Toffee, you don’t like carrots and want the sweet stuff.”

Belly crunches on the strawberry, his mouth turning red as you laugh, kissing his forehead again. After eating he claws softly at your chest and you feel his wet mouth press into your neck, then your white shirt.

“Hey! You’re lucky this isn’t outside clothes. Or else I would’ve taken your strawberries away tomorrow.”

You hear the door click as your brain immediately goes haywire.

“Oh shit. Belly, where the hell do I hide you?” You whisper scream, hearing Tara call your name as you look around, carrying him as his front is pressed up to your front, sniffing your clothes. Belly could run anywhere and Tara could see him as soon as he did another zoomie. You regret giving him those fruits, he’s going to get fruit energy!

“Baby!” Tara giggles, but it is dying down as she hears your footsteps, “Where are you? What are you doing?”

“Just a minute of love! I’m.. Redecorating, and trying on new stuff you know? Yeah.” You run around your room.

You panic, every way was closed, your guitar was covering your closet, if you moved it that would take too long.

“I’m coming,” she hums.

“Oh fuck it.” You say, grabbing a hoodie and putting it on, then placing Belly in your chest as you carried him under your hoodie.

Tara bursts into your door to see you sweating, the duvets ruffled, and the closet slightly opened, your guitar covering it.

Her eyes meet your figure as they narrow.

“Y/N.”

You gulp, nervously, there was a baby holland lop green bean mabel belly rabbit in your hoodie right now, “Yeah?..”

Tara’s mind fills with thoughts. The ruffled duvets that were always neatly folded, now sliding off the bed and your ruffled hair and glistening figure. She didn’t know what else it could be. She somehow didn't even focus on the way you looked pregnant with Belly on your belly. (see what I did there?)

She looked at you as she immediately saw a lipstick mark on your chest and red stains on your neck.

You look at her, she looked upset, almost angry, but she wanted to find out. She never gets mad at you.

“Tell me the truth,” she states, looking at your figure up and down as you look at her, what the hell was she going to say when she saw Belly? You felt him shift in your hoodie.

“Are you cheating on me?” She whispers, tears filling her eyes.

You looked at her with a, “what the hell?” look as you rushed up to her, still carrying Belly.

“Baby- of course I’m not!”

“You had a girl in here. Or a boy, I can see that lipstick stain on your damn oversized shirt that I gave you! Did you seriously fuck?”

Her eyes were wild as you looked down at your chest and immediately got where she got the assumption from. Before you could explain, Belly sniffles your chest and pops out of your hoodie head hole, making the room go quiet. Belly licks your neck and laps up the strawberry juice that he pressed with his lips a few minutes prior.

You squealed, his fluffy fur tickled you as you groaned in frustration, “I knew I should’ve cleaned that strawberry stain. You need to eat better! No licks after you eat juicy strawberries,” you scold at Belly, seeing how he was scratching his ear with his paw.

Tara immediately giggled, “Is that a bunny?” She laughs, sitting down next to you.

“Baby I thought you were cheating on me.”

You shook your head as soon as you heard her, “Baby I would never… Wait. Are you mad?”

“I was mad, I imagined you inviting someone over while I was gone, I would never think you would cheat on me but what I saw made me worried,” she says, her heart beating quickly from recovering from whatever she was worried about. “Oh my gosh you got a bunny! It’s so cute! I just want to squish it’s face and snuggle with it all night while we cuddle!”

You exhaled a sigh of relief as you immediately cuddled her, letting Belly nudge the bottom of his chin with your finger. You felt him licking it and nibbling it.

“Baby you scared me,” Tara laughed, picking up Belly and cradling him, he nudged his wet nose to her face, his still damp red mouth leaving a small strawberry stain on her face.

“Can we keep Belly? Please baby? Please please pleaseee?” You pout, Tara melted in your gaze. It wasn’t often you used your innocent, sparkly, drowning eyes. But when you did she would do anything.

“Belly?” Tara questioned, laughing, “You would choose that name.” She said, nuzzling your nose, “But you know I can’t say no. Just don’t let him pee or poop cocoa puffs on Sam. She’ll get angry and cook him for dinner,” she paused, seeing your horrified face. “I’m just joking sweetheart, she’ll probably stop giving him treats but then will give it to him less than 30 minutes later because look how cute he is!” She says, rubbing its soft fur. “He’s just as cute as Toffee. You really like holland loppies huh?”

“I LOVE holland loppies!” You say, kissing her neck and hearing her make a soft pleasured noise.

“I know you do, where did you find him?”

“I went to my friend's house today and she recently had a bunny, Mochi, give birth to holland lops! They were all so cute. But I liked Belly. He wouldn’t stop licking my hand and relaxing next to me. He was so cute! I love his brown fur!!”

She kisses you to shut you up in the nicest way possible, “If you think we can take care of him together, we can okay baby?”

“Okay,” you murmur against her chest. “We need a letter box, then a water bowl, some pellets, I think I have most of those at my parents house because of Toffee.” You say, you and Tara looking at Belly do binkies around the room.

An hour later you and Tara crouch down to Belly and pick him up, as Tara lifts her knees up and down and rocking Belly. You gave him a wide space to roam and every day you would let him roam around your house. Obviously you put some cages around cables and put away pillows. There were some water bowls, a bowl with bunny pellets, and some hay toys.

As Tara carried Belly, you wrapped a small hat you found at the store around his head and secured it around his neck, letting it be loose so it wouldn’t fall off but he could breathe well.

Belly’s nose twitched, a cute strawberry mushroom hat on him as his downward ears were being rubbed by you.

You and Tara giggled, taking pictures and selfies with Belly. After a while you’re cuddled up with Tara, nose buried into her chest.

“Maybe one day we can start a family,” you whisper, looking hopeful

“In the future baby, I promise. We’ll have as many puppies and children as you want,” she comforts.

“I love you.”

…

“I love you too.”

You snuggle as Belly does binkies and zoomies before resting beside you, with his little fluffy bed next to yours.

bonus: A few hours later, the door clicks.

“Tara, Y/N, sweethearts I’m home,” Sam’s voice echoes through the hallway, her hand full with two baby bunnies.

She enters your shared room to see you and Tara asleep on each other. And.. Another bunny?

“You have to be kidding me.” Sam says, looking shocked from how you now have 3 bunnies, a holland lop, netherland dwarf, and a lionhead now.

Her shock immediately melts, now you three have a household of 6. They are cute. Maybe she can handle 3. Sam walks closer to drape a blanket over you two and pets Belly before stepping away.

She opens the door and as soon as she does, she steps in a cocoa puff of poops, making her groan in disgust as she bounces with the other leg to grab a towel.

"Ew. No treats for you," she says, angrily, "Yuck."

A few minutes later she sneaks a small slice of banana next to Belly as he eats it, licking her finger.

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