#mum bought me dolls

[pinkwarsworld]

I had a pet rat, who needs dolls when they look much cuter in a dress

end an argument for me

and for the sake of my data add your region/country, reblogs would help for proving my bias wrong

[eerie-asterisks]

topic of haunted/porcelain dolls came up in a discord server so i would to take the time to share her <3

[the-greendalehumanbeings]

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[mysunshinetemptress]

Never yours to fix

Alessia Russo x mum!reader

Warnings: angst absent parent, fluff

As a child you dreamed of being a mum, it was something your parents often talked about you constantly carrying your baby doll a girl you had named Gina.

Although you had dreamed of being a mum you never expected it to happen so soon but after your boyfriend knocked you up at the age of 19 you knew no matter what you would love every moment of it. And you did well mostly, you loved the moments it was just you and Teddy or the moments you shared with your family, you hated the moments she would sit watching the door for her Dad to decide he wanted to spend time with her, the moments she cried into your arms stating “daddy not love me.” The moments he cancelled last minute or didn’t show up at all.

Teddy’s heart had been broken so many times that you often felt like you failed her, you hadn’t not by a long shot you where the best mum a 21 year old could be, Teddy was loved and cared for and you made sure she didn’t have to worry about ever feeling hungry..well your dad did after he got you a job in his company but still it was you there to laugh with her when she was her happiest and hold her when she was at her saddest which was more frequent these days after her Dad found himself a new girlfriend. Being caught up in making sure Teddy was loved and happy you often neglected it for yourself but you couldn’t possibly bring in a new person to your life scared Teddy would get attached and then become even more heartbroken when it eventually turned bad. That was until you met her.

Teddy was staying with your parents while you and your brother attended Manchester United vs Newcastle at Old Trafford, since you where kids both you and your brother held season tickets and although you still bought it you hadn’t used yours in two since having your daughter. Seats picked right beside the directors box at the Bobby Charlton stand you both got comfortable catching up.

You both sat with batted breath as you watch the boys in red try tirelessly to defend sighing and dropping your head in disappointment turning when you heard a laugh, eyes catching two girls sat beside you. The brunette turned before locking eyes with you and smiling sheepishly hitting the blonde girl beside her “sorry, it’s not funny I know but if I don’t laugh I’ll cry.” It was your turn to laugh before nodding “that’s understandable haven’t seen them preform as good as they should be since I was a kid if I’m being honest but once a red always a red so I’ll keep coming.” The girls smiled at you “I’m Y/n and this is my brother Jamie.” The brunette smiled “I’m..” Jamie laughed “oh we know who you are best number seven for United and Alessia the traitor.” You thumped Jamie’s arm at the last part “sorry ignore him he wishes he was half as decent as you Alessia.” The girls laughed as the whistle sounded for half time “right my turn to buy drinks.” You dragged your brother up before turning to the girls “you guys coming “oh no we…”. You smiled “come on it’s on me please.” The both nodded standing before following you to the drinks stand.

Arriving back to your seats Ella was pulled away spotting a family friend so Alessia had decided to take her seat beside you as you both struck up a conversation “so how long have you been a United fan for.” You shrugged thinking “god don’t think I can remember but my entire life really, Dads a red used to live by Busby way as a kid then he met mum, Mum moved from Ireland when she was 22 they met shortly after in the Stretford end actually, got married and when the business did well moved to Hale had My brother then me and the rest is history.” Alessia smiled at your little story “sorry just realised I told you my entire life story.” Alessia laughed nah it’s all good “I’m a red as well although I grew down south, my Dad is a massive fan. My brothers and I followed after him my mum she isn’t really into it but she’ll watch if I’m playing.” You smiled “that’s really cute.” You both continued talking not even realising the final whistle had blown until Jamie shuck your shoulder “ready.” You looked around “oh, well I best be off it was really nice to meet you Alessia.” You stood slowly smiling at the girl as Alessia shot from her seat “wait, I’d ehm well I…you don’t have to.. I mean I don’t even know if this is what your into��oh god spit it out… would you like to go out with me tomorrow.” You looked at her surprised “like a date.” Alessia nodded “yeah…I had a really nice time with you and I would love to do it again if you are free.” You stood thinking before turning to Jamie “I got T don’t worry.” You smiled great fully “I’d love to here out your number in.”

It was your second date when you finally told Alessia about Teddy. “I really like you and before this goes any further I need to tell you something.” Alessia grabbed your hand across the table “breath Y/n.” You looked at her eyes wide in worry “I have a daughter, Teddy..she ehm she’s two and my entire world and listen I understand if this is all to much for you and before you get up and leave just know I have had the best time with you these past few weeks.” Alessia let go of your hand eyes wide in shock “Teddy.” You nodded head dropping slightly “oh my god that is the cutest name ever have you got photos oh when can I meet her, does she have a favourite show, favourite princess, does she like football tell me everything.” You looked at her in shock before bursting into tears as Alessia got up to move beside you “oh shit Y/n I’m sorry.” You shook your head “no I’m sorry I god it’s just I love her so much and I was so scared of telling you in fear you wouldn’t like me anymore because I really like you.” You spent the rest of the night show Less videos of Teddy and telling her all about her and Alessia found herself falling fast watching your eyes sparkle as you talked about your daughter buzzing in anticipation to meet her.

A month after Alessia finally asked you to be her girlfriend you decided it was time to introduce her to Teddy so you invited Alessia around for lunch “hey baby remember Mummy has someone special coming to visit today Teddy hummed focused on playing with her toys “I know your my best girl but I need you to promise me you will be good.” Teddy looked up eyes big “I promise I good girl Mama.” You smiled spreading your arms “ok come give me a hug and a kiss.” Teddy ran over smiling wrapping her little arms around you before wiggling out to go back to playing. Shortly after the doorbell rang and your nerves spiked at the thought of Alessia actually being here.

You opened the door smiling softly as she pulled you in for a hug “hi gorgeous.” You pulled back kissing her cheek before asking “ready.” Alessia nodded excitedly “so ready I’m absolutely buzzin to meet her.” You laughed pulling her in hands locked together “Hey T can you come here a second there is someone I want you to meet.” Teddy threw her toys down jumping up from the floor and raced towards you putting her hands in the air “up mama.” You smiled letting go of Alessia’s hand picking her up as she rested her head on your chest “hey love this is the person I was telling you about, her name is Alessia can you say hi.” Teddy looked at the blonde studying her before smiling “hi lessia I Teddy.”you looked at the older girl smiling as she laughed “hi Teddy your so pretty aren’t you.” It was Teddy’s turn to laugh before she reached over for Alessia’s hair “hair like Punzle.” You smiled nodding “yeah Alessia does have hair like Rapunzle.” Teddy lifted her head getting more comfortable with your girlfriend “you a princess.” Alessia smiled shaking her head “Alessia plays football she’s not a princess.” Teddy’s eyes widened as a smile took over her face “I love football, like my mama and uncle jam and Grandpa.” Alessia smiled as Teddy wiggled letting you know she wanted to be put down before she grabbed Alessia’s hand “I show you I show you.” You nodded at the older girl “go I’ll start lunch.”

It’s safe to say the first meeting was a hit Alessia ended up staying until well after Teddy went to bed your daughter the happiest you had seen her in awhile “oh god Y/n she’s amazing, really amazing and she absolutely adores you.” You smiled resting your head on Alessia’s shoulder as you watched the tv “well I can say the same about you I think today might be her favourite out of the year, you made her laugh more today then I have been able to these last few weeks.” Alessia squeezed you tightly “if you’ll let me I would love to spend more time with the both of you. You’re my girlfriend, I care about you a lot and I care about her a lot too, I don’t plan on leaving, that is unless you want me to but we’ll from the moment I met you at Old Trafford I couldn’t help the butterflies and I don’t ever want them to stop.” You smiled pulling her into a kiss “I’d love nothing more than for you to stick around.”

You and Alessia fell into a routine something you had asked for as to not get Teddy all mixed up. Alessia face timed on the nights she wasn’t up in Manchester which at the start was frequently as she lived in London but after the first night she stayed over and how happy Teddy was afterwards it happened more frequently, so Sunday nights Alessia traveled to yours and would be there when Teddy awoke the next morning she would leave then Monday night and be back Wednesday night and Thursday night before heading back down to do it all over again.

That happened without a hiccup for a few weeks until your ex decided he wanted to start seeing Teddy again, you had forgotten to tell Less that Teddy was at her dads on the Wednesday and you definitely didn’t miss the disappointment on her face when she came through the front door waiting on the 2 yr old to jump at her only to be met with silence “sorry darling, I completely forgot Mickey came to get her this morning he’s back on his “I love my daughter and want to see her” phase again but she’ll be home tomorrow.” Alessia nodded “oh ok, we’ll how about we go out for dinner then.” You smiled kissing her softly “ok sounds good.”

That happened for three more weeks until you where sat at dinner laughing about Alessia being clumsy like always when your phone rang “sorry Less it’s Mickey let me get it.” You stood up walking away from the table answering your phone before you rushed back 5 minutes later “hey hey Y/n what’s going on.” You picked up everything taking out the money for the meal “it’s Teddy, Mickey never picked her up from my parents house I have to go get her I’m really sorry less I have to go get her.” Alessia shook her head “hey it’s ok let me drive yeah we will both go get her.” You smiled at her taking her hand as you both left to get your daughter.

You raced up the driveway Alessia following after you as you knocked on the door, before looking at your dad “where is she.” Your Dad stepped aside as you walked through the house finding your daughter cuddled up to your brother hiccuping “hey Pumpkin.” Teddy’s head shot up at the sound of your voice “Mama.” You kneeled down in front of her “oh baby I’m so sorry.” Teddy crawled off Jamie’s lap before wrapping herself around you “No Daddy.” You dropped your head sighing “I’m sorry baby.” Teddy lifted her head seeing Alessia standing behind you putting her hands out for the Blonde as you passed her over “no daddy Less.” Alessia looked at you trying to work out what to say “I’m sorry T.” Teddy began playing with Alessia’s hair “you stay.” Alessia nodded “I’m staying as long as you want piccola Stella.” Teddy’s little chin began to wobble “no go stay.” Alessia nodded “I promise it’s ok I’m staying.” Teddy began crying feeling overwhelmed.

Alessia was there for Teddy and you after that more so then she had been, she left London earlier to spend more time in Manchester with you both and often stayed longer then she was allowed to with training, but she didn’t care “Teddy needs me, you need me, I’ll stay as long as I have go to make sure she isn’t going to bed crying over that idiot who doesn’t deserve her.” You cried into her arms that night.

A few months later Mickey fell back into his phase only this time Teddy was an awful lot more reluctant to go with him stating “no stay, stay with Mama and Lessia no go Daddy.” Mickey wasn’t to happy about that often screaming down the phone at you stating “how dare you take my daughter away from me you and that bitch blonde.” You hung up on him only for him to come banging on the door. You turned at the noise before looking at Teddy “hey Pumpkin you stay here ok I have to go answer the door Less will be here shortly ok.” Teddy nodded watching the TV. Opening the door stood Mickey “where is she.” You sighed “she doesn’t want to see you.” Mickey shook his head “bullshit she’s two she can’t make up her own mind over what tutu to wear, I won’t ask again Y/n where is she.” You moved slightly as her tried to push past you “for the sake of our daughters happiness im sorry Mickey but no, you do this every few weeks, you get this itch to spend time with her like you’re supposed to and then you push her to the side when you get fed up, she is a two year old child not a toy you can’t keep doing that to her, her tiny heart breaks every time and I’m tired of trying to tell her you love her when you clearly don’t and she is starting to realise.” Mickey pushed you back into the hall “Fuck you she is my kid, you can’t keep her from me TEDDY ITS DADDY LETS GO.” Teddy stood up from the couch running to the door peaking out “hey T.” Teddy shook her head “not my name.” Mickey looked at her confused “yeah it is.” Teddy shook her head again “only Mama and Less allowed not daddy.” Mickey looked at you anger sparking in his eyes “what but I’m your Daddy.” Teddy nodded “yeah but Daddy not love me, Mama and Less love me.” Mickey turned to you “what bullshit have you been feeding her, how…how dare you turn her against me, I’m taking you to court you bitch you can’t keep her from me.” Mickey had you pushed against the wall now as Teddy began to cry, just on time Alessia came through the door “I’d take your hands off her if I where you Mickey.” Teddy ran past you both to Alessia putting her hands up as Alessia lifted her up “you should go.” Mickey shook his head “I’m not leaving without my daughter.” Teddy ducked her head into Alessia neck “yeah you are, your not taking her like this, especially not when you are this angry so I won’t ask again leave, take a few days and when you have calmed the hell down try it again in a nicer manner.” Mickey stepped forward but you stopped him placing your hand on his chest “you have broken her heart enough Mickey, don’t make her fear you as well.” Mickey stopped looking at Teddy “I’m sorry baby, I’ll see you soon.” Mickey walked out after that as you looked at your daughter crying in Alessia’s arms.

Sighing you placed Teddy in bed kissing her head before stepping back into Alessia’s arms. “You ok amore mio.” You nodded “I love you.” Alessia froze for a minute before pulling you closer “I love you too.” You turned facing her “I never got to thank you.” Alessia looked at you confused “for what Y/n.” You looked back at Teddy’s sleeping form “we where….we where never yours to fix but you have, I was so scared of love until I met you and Teddy never knew love like yours existed until she met you, you have made us both the happiest girls in the world these past few months and you have eased my worries…I feared she would cry watching the door every day for the rest of her life for her father to love her like she deserves but you…you have loved her since I told you about her in the restaurant and I know she will never have to worry about being heart broken by you, that she will never have to sit watching the door for you..so thank you for fixing what was never yours to fix but loving us both enough to do it.” Alessia smiled pulling you into a kiss “I would do it again in a heartbeat.” You kissed her pulling her impossibly closer. “I love you.” You smiled “we love you too.”

[itsagrimm]

Dollhouse

Simon Riley X you

CN angst, patriarchy and effects on those who can have children, family planning (this is not a euphemism you dogs)

700 words

The idea came to me in a dream. Little short note so i won't forget.

Cover als always made by me. it's from Abhörstation, Berlin.

You woke up with an ache in your heart.

As always when your boyfriend went on deployment he had to leave early.

As always you got up to make coffee and chat as he packed his bags.

Did you get the socks from the laundry? No idea where your aftershave is. Take the green shirt. It suits you.

Sharing one last cup over breakfast together had become your tradition just like getting up together before his trips. Then that last kiss came before he left through the door.

Stay safe Simon. I miss you already. Come back quickly. I love you too.

The click of the lock closing behind him with painful finality.

Nothing ever prepared you for that part of your relationship when you were alone. You browsed through forums and group chats among military spouses, feeling empty and cheated that no one prepared you for the solitude of it. Or are you the only one not cut out for the waiting? About how much time of your life you spent on standby, waiting for Simon to get back and do all those tiny things and big plans with you? Are you doing this correctly?

Maybe I am not cut out for this – you mused as you looked over the space you shared with Simon; his seat now empty. The book he read yesterday right next to pots of plants you bought together on the windowsill. Photos of you and him in frames over the couch he lounged on last night. Memories frozen in time. Memories in waiting. Like you, sitting here waiting for him to come back and pick up where he left.

You never doubted him. Whatever happened while he was away never left you unloved, forgotten, replaced. But love is not the only thing that you needed. Him catching you in a searing kiss when he returned, carrying you back to the bedroom and feeding your lonely skin until it was plump and satisfied from caresses was never the problem. Simon was never the problem.

It was you. No amount of perfect love and devotion, of passion and desire could make up for you being alone despite your relationship. Standing alone at parties and nursing that one white wine spritzer. Going to family events. Dealing with life on your own and talking to yourself every evening about the day that you had.

Simon is away. Yes, I worry but he will be back soon. I am sure it will be alright.

Sometimes the guilt ate at you. His job was dangerous. He could get hurt. He could die. And yet here you were thinking about how hard your life was. How his life was spent in visible excitement with his buddies sharing a beer after a mission, his captain giving him a pat on the back, people asking him if he was fine. And you were kept in a state of continuous invisible anticipation for him to return to you, hopefully in one piece.

Besides, how many out there would love to live the life you had? Being a perfect little wife one day and dolling up for Simon with that military check paying for that shared life. Keeping a perfect little doll home for him to return to and play civil life for a bit. Being a perfect little single mum to the Riley-kids he would father with you only to never be around for them because of his job.

The thought made you gasp out in worry for the unborn children you weren’t even sure you wanted. Children with dark brown eyes. Children that would leave your fingers trembling from the tiring task of loving and worrying about them. Children that made you wonder where they were and if they would return to you in one piece as if that was not a concerning thought. Was this normal? Or another thing you were failing at?

God, you feared yet wished for that family so much. Hoping for Simon to return right now and asking him how he felt about starting on having kids this exact moment. But your rabbit heart new better and you froze as you reached for your phone, opting to send him “safe travels” instead.

Maybe one day you would grow brave enough to tell him all that. And hopefully he would be brave enough to listen.

[michellemisfit]

WEEKLY TAG WEDNESDAY

Happiest of birthdays to our dear @energievie who created today's birthday themed tag game. WHOOP WHOOP! ����

Thanks for the tag @deedala 🎉 @gallapiech 🤩 @vintagelacerosette 🙌

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When is yours? 1st March

Where were you born? Switzerland.

How do you feel about your legal name? Are you using it online and/or IRL? Michelle is a nice name. I'm perfectly happy with it. I do however absolutely hate the Beales song I was named after. Think it's one of their worst songs. And I regularly forget that I have a middle name, not even cause I hate it or anything, purely because I think it's pointless. It's Aline.

How about your sign? Do you feel it "fits"? I'm Pisces. And I guess so..? I don't really know much about signs, but people who do tell me it fits, and I believe them. @celestialmickey - come and weigh in! haha

What's your earliest memory related to your birthday? Weirdly enough my earliest *birthday* memory that comes to mind is actually my brother's birthday, when he turned maybe 6? And I would have been 3? My parents had a weird thing about getting me small gifts on his birthday, because I was younger and they didn't want me to get upset I guess? Anyway. There's a photograph of him blowing out his birthday candles and me holding a little sheep stuffed toy that I got for his birthday. I remember loving that sheep a LOT! For my first birthday memory I actually don't really have one until about age 6 or 7? I had a birthday party in our party room and my mum made me invite the whole class, even though I wasn't friends with anyone at school. One of the girls gave me a doll as a present and I genuinly just didn't know what I was supposed to do with this thing and had no idea how to react when I unwrapped it... it was very awkward and I'm sure I was less than graceful. Not the best memory lol

What's one of the best gifts you've ever received? When I first moved to London I felt like I was required to go back to Switzerland for birthdays and Christmas celebrations, even though those were difficult, associated with a lot of bad memories, and never ever fun. I moved to London at the beginning of October with a suitcase of clothes and not much else, and we pretty immediately went on the Dirty Pretty Things break up tour, so i didn't even sleep in my new London room very much for the first 8 weeks. Going back to Switzerland for that Christmas was particularly hard because I hadn't been in London for long, I had barely any stuff that belonged to me, and there was a certain feeling of 'maybe it was just a long holiday, and I'm gonna wake up and live in Switzerland again', because I did a lot of extended holidays to follow bands around the UK in the two years leading up to my move so... yeah, it was rough. And then when I returned home to London Ruth and her mum had bought me my own bedsheets (zebra striped), and made up the bed in my room, and put a big bow on it, and I'm basically in floods of tears just thinking about it now. They made me a home that I was welcome in. And I’ll never forget that.

How about one of the best you've given yourself? I honestly can't think of anything that was a "birthday" gift to myself. hmmm. When I quit smoking I put £5 into a jar every day, that I wasn't spending on cigarettes, and then Ruth and I went to New York and attended Elsie Fest with my 'No Longer a Smoker' money, buying VIP tickets that came with awesome seats and a tonne of free booze... that was EXCELLENT! haha

What's your favourite cake flavour? Not a big fan of cake. I like raw cake batter an awful lot better than actual cake. So I now always ask for chocolate mousse for my birthday :)

How about your favourite flowers? Wild Flowers. And I quite like interesting twigs, too.

Have your ever thrown a birthday party? If yes, tell us about your favourite one. Oh yeah, I throw awesome parties. Here's just a few recent ones, or you can check out the Mys in the Kitchen tag for what may get served at my birthday parties... haha Though actually a couple of years post pandemic I wanted to have a brithday party, but keep it small and covid friendly, so I had a Cocktail & Cookie Icing party, which was so much fun!! I highly recommend everyone to throw a party at least once in their life, that includes like a fun workshop element. We had such a good time!

What's the ultimate birthday song?

Because it’s my birthday and people have to let me play it haha

There we have it! Birthday fun! Now it's your turn @deedala @ian-galagher @iandarling @darlingian @celestialmickey @crossmydna @too-schoolforcool @rereadanon @rutherinahobbit @the-rat-wins @tsuga-of-mars @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx x @iansw0rld @ohkate @palepinkgoat @lynne-monstr @loftec @sickness-health-all-that-shit @faejilly @junemermaid @jrooc @mikhailoisbaby @creepkinginc @francesrose3 @callivich @blue-disco-lights @sleepyfacetoughguy @stocious @spookygingerr @lingy910y @suzy-queued @greentealycheejelly @thepupperino

[extremelyblackandwhite]

pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

author’s note: sorry for being mia, this chapter ended up quite long so i divided it into two, the next coming out mid week.

masterlist

look at this godforsaken mess that you made me ...

To say tonight had been filled with surprises was an understatement. Starting at the restaurant when Sadie threw most of her cutlery to the ground, to the waitress flirting mercilessly with Bucky and him not noticing it, Y/N had to admit, it had taken her mind from the outcome of her viva. The night ended with the two walked through the front door, Bucky holding a sleeping Sadie against his side while Y/N held her plushy. They walked up the stairs to Sadie's bedroom, putting her in bed and tucking her in surrounded by the countless plushies she had.

The two parted ways to change, Y/N changing out of her dress and into her pyjamas while Bucky changed into his joggers. They met up downstairs, Y/N being the last. She spotted him turning on Netflix, setting pillow and making popcorn.

      - Mine better be sweet. - she walked up from behind him, sitting on the counter.

      - I can't believe you like your popcorn sweet. - Bucky handed her the bowl he'd set aside from her. - They're better salty.

      - I'm sorry, I forgot old men can't have too much sugar. - she put a popped kernel on her tongue, letting it dissolve.

      - I'm 37, Y/N. You'll be 37 one day too.

      - Yeah in ten years. - she chuckled, jumping from the counter and onto the ground. - Should we watch 13 going on 30?

      - I said it was up to you and I meant it. - he walked her to the couch, taking a seat after she did. - So tell me, you're an Ohio girl. What's in Ohio?

      - I'm not an Ohio girl.

      - Your parents have a farm there.

      - I told you they bought it after I moved out for college, the first time. I'm actually from Hartford.

      - Hartford? How unbelievably old money of you. - he joked. - My grandad's from Hartford.

      - Actually, my parents inherited the house from my grandmother. She died before I was born and was a bit eccentric. The house had been in the family for ages but it was a pain to look after and with my mum staying home to look after me, it just wasn't a financial good decision to keep it in the family anymore.

      - I'm sorry. That must've been tough. I think I would have a stressful time if my parents sold my childhood home. I want to leave it to Sadie, you know?

      - They sold it to a contractor so they'll probably demolish it but it used to have this massive tree in the backyard and my dad couldn't afford one of those plastic swings so he got some rope and he made me a makeshift one hanging from the tree. Obviously, I kinda got bored of the swing as I grew older and moved to try and use the rope to climb the tree.

      - Y/N. - he chuckled, moving in closer to her. - You're supposed to be the responsible one.

      - On my 8th birthday, I fell from it. Had a cast for ages and mum helped me bedazzle it.

      - Bedazzle it? My, my, Y/N, weren't you a sparkle razzle dazzle girl. - he chuckled, trying to imagine a younger version of Y/N running around with a bedazzled cast. - Did you like it? In Hartford?

      - It was nice but my favourite thing was being close to Yale. My dad used to take me there every Saturday because I wanted to go to Yale but I didn't get in.

      - Their loss. You want some whiskey?

Bucky got up to go to the drinks cart, while Y/N turned in the couch to stare at him. She liked him this way, calm, understated, away from all the Prada suits and the leather shoes and YSL long coat, just casual and comfortable in his home. It was ... hot, in a way which she would not admit in front of anyone but herself. He poured her a glass before pouring one for himself.

      - We haven't picked that movie yet, doll.

      - Finding the conversation boring already? - she took a sip of the amber liquid. Bucky always had good drinks. - I was about to ask about your education.

      - My education?

      - Yes, I'm curious. I assumed you went to college.

      - Okay, hum ... my mother wanted me to go to Eton like her father but I got kicked out so then I went to Collegiate School here. After that, I went to Stanford Business School and loved it so much that I wished to never go back.

      - You went to Stanford?

      - Why is that so shocking? I'm not particularly stupid, I reckon.

      - No, no, it's just that Stanford is in California. You are a New Yorker in my eyes.

      - That's where I started dating Sadie's mother.

      - Really?

      - Well, some would call it dating but honestly it was just us fucking in as many seminar rooms as we could. She was seeing someone else, I was seeing someone else. Sex was good though.

      - My god, aren't you a little fuckboy? - she giggled at his comment. There was an ease at how they communicated, an ease which Bucky only experienced with his close friends, only a few of them.

      - C'mon, early 20s with all the girls at my feet? What did you expect me to do?

      - Hey, I have a question, don't feel insulted but why did you like Anna?

      - Well ... - he shrugged. - I grew up with Anna, I knew her before Steve. Her mother and my mother were close so she was always there. She was quite annoying as a kid and then at college she was just attractive and she was smart. She's really smart, I hope Sadie gets some of that from her.

      - Did you love her?

Bucky paused, looking at her as if she'd asked him an unanswerable question. He felt he'd fare better with questions such as what happens when we die or if God exists.

      - There's different kinds of love. I did love Anna and I will always somewhat love her because she gave me my kid but it's not the same kind of love that I think people feel for a partner.

      - I understand.

      - I know I make it sound like I hate her and believe me I do but she is an absolutely fantastic woman. She's a terrible mother but if Sadie is as smart and charismatic as her, that'll do her good.

      - You must've really loved her. - she pulled her knees towards her chest, laying her chin on top of her kneecaps. - Was she the love of your life?

      - No. - he chuckled, taking another sip of whiskey before turning to look at her. - You're young, you'll have a lot of nice, stupid loves but it doesn't mean it's the one.

      - You, James Buchanan Barnes, believe in the idea of the one?

      - My parents have a great marriage even though my mother faints at the mere mention of anything less than decent. He really loves her you know? They have these stupid renewal vow ceremonies ever 15 years and they still look like kids in love.

      - That's really sweet.

      - What about your parents?

      - My parents? Well, let me think. My dad he's from Brooklyn and he met my mum on a field trip to Hartford, she's the one from Hartford. They wrote to each other every day like crazy, apparently my grandfather told my father off for spending all his pocket money on stamps. Eventually they met up, slept together and got pregnant with me. Dad got a job at a company downtown of Hartford and my mum worked at a beauty counter and honestly I'm surprised I have no brothers.

      - Your parents didn't go to college?

      - No. - she giggled. - My mum got pregnant at 18 and my dad, well, he never really liked school.

      - You really are one of a kind, Y/N.

      - There's a thousands of me. You probably slept with a few.

      - You just had to jab me there, hadn't you? - he threw his arm over her shoulder. - I'll have you know that you are not my type.

      - Uhm, my boobs too small?

      - What? - he blushed before looking at her chest and noticing her was looking at her chest. - No. They're fine. Stupid question.

      - You're the one who said I'm not your type.

      - You're uptight.

      - I am not uptight.

      - You, Y/N, are the most uptight person I have ever met. It's not an insult, you're probably second on the uptight list followed by me.

      - Sounds like an insult.

      - C'mon, Y/N, when was the last time you did something you didn't consider at least fifty five times?

      - Christopher.

      - Oh yeah, I'd forgotten about him but he doesn't count. Christopher is safe.

In a way, maybe. Christopher was a safe option even if he wasn't an option anymore. He was the exact kind of guy you would bring home, stable enough that no big surprises would come from him. He was perfectly fine for someone, just not for her. Yet, Bucky was right, very much right about Christopher being safe.

      - You think I'm a mouse.

      - No, no. - Bucky rose his hands in defense. - I don't think you're a mouse. I'm just saying you play it safe.

      - I'm a mouse.

      - What's the problem with playing it safe?

      - Well, I have what 3 years left of my twenties. I don't think I should be playing it safe. Did you play it safe when you were twenty?

      - Don't use me as an example. I was a fuck up when I was in my twenties, heck, even in my early thirties.

      - You turned out fine.

      - So did you. - he moved closer to her. - You are great the way you are, Y/N. I don't know why you think you're not.

Y/N turned around to face him, he was close. She could feel his warm breathe on her exposed elbow and could see his face so close, she could make up the light freckles that were dotted all over his face and the pattern his facial hair grew. He was gorgeous.

      - You like me, right?

      - I wouldn't have hired you if I didn't. - he brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing down her jaw. - Even if you are argumentative.

      - That's not what I meant. - she looked away from him, sitting up straight against the couch. - You said you liked me just the way I am. What did you mean?

      - I meant I like you the way you are. It's pretty self explanatory.

      - You're not funny.

      - Well, Y/N, I like you. I like the way you argue with me, how when you're upset you scrunch your face like you're about to explode but it just looks cute, how your glasses always fall to the tip of your nose when you're studying, how you play around with Sadie like she's your own. I like you.

      - You like me?

      - I love you.

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[folklaur21]

Muggle Music & Movies

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x gn!reader

Summary: The son of one of the most Blood-Proud families in the Wizarding World gets caught with a Muggle device.

Warnings: None, just fluff <3

Word Count: 874

Draco Malfoy is part of the most notorious Pure-blood families of the Wizarding world. It's common knowledge that him and his family are not fans of anything Muggle. It's how they were brought up, and how their lifestyle will be.

You thought Draco was the same; cruel, cold, and extremely anti-Muggle. That was, until, you caught him in an abandoned classroom, in quite a compromising position.

"Oh, sorry Malfoy I didn't mean to intrude, what are you- IS THAT A WALKMAN?"

Draco Malfoy's head snapped up to look at you and he shoved the Walkman into the pocket of his robe, before sharply getting up and darting towards you.

"No, I don't know what you're talking about." He stares at you, questioning whether you are going to continue your interrogation. Obviously you are.

"Umm, yes you do! That was a Walkman, I had one for my 16th birthday a couple months ago. Why do have a Muggle device?"

At that comment, Malfoy shoves you into the wall, and covers your mouth with his hand. "Shut up." He realises how close the two of you are, and takes a few steps away from you.

"OK, you need to calm down. I'm just asking." You try to shrug off his reaction, but you still have more questions. "Why are you, of all people, secretly listening to Muggle music?"

Draco sighs and turns back towards you. "Do you promise not to tell anyone? Especially not my friends? And my father won't hear about this?"

"Yeah," you raise your eyebrows, "I won't tell anyone."

"The music is actually really good. My father wouldn't let me take Muggle Studies as a class in third year, but that Granger girl did, and I heard her talking about... Muggle things."

"OK, so you secretly bought a Sony Walkman?"

"I saw it in a Muggle charity shop in London when I was on my way to Diagon Alley. I just thought it would be cool. The gadget already had these songs on it." He shows you a list of 10 songs in a tidy scrawl.

Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana Creep - Radiohead Iris - Goo Goo Dolls Boys Don't Cry - The Cure Times Like These - Foo Fighters The Winner Takes It All - ABBA Wonderwall - Oasis I'll Be There For You - The Rembrandts Livin' On A Prayer - Bon Jovi Girls & Boys - Blur

"Why do you care about me?" You hear Malfoy say, very quietly.

"Well, I care because you go around screaming bloody murder about Muggle-borns, and here you are on a Saturday afternoon, hidden away in an abandoned classroom."

"It's complicated. I actually think things like this," he pulls the Walkman out of his pocket, "are really cool. We don't have this kind of magic as wizards."

"I guess. I've never really thought about it like that." You walk over to one of the desks and sit on the table. "My mum's a Muggle, you see. I was brought up on Chocolate Frogs and Disney films."

"What are Disney films?" Draco asks, confused. "Is that like, another sweet?"

"Oh. My. Gosh. You've not heard of Disney? Or films, for that matter?" You suppress a small laugh.

"Well, I did just mention that my father was a controlling, anti-Muggle lunatic. So, no I don't know what films are." The coldness that you knew as Draco Malfoy started to peek through at this comment, but not enough for you to be deterred by his response.

"OK, I am definitely bringing in my projector. And a Disney film." You stop and think for a moment. "What kind of things do you like? Animals, magic, princesses?"

This was how you ended up in your dormitory on a Friday night a week later, led on your bed with Draco Malfoy, watching Bambi.

"What just happened? Where's his mum gone?"

You turn around to see Draco's eyes welling up, and looking confused at the moving picture on the screen.

"Umm, yeah, she dies Draco. The hunters got her."

"That's awful! This is a kid's film! What children enjoy this?"

Right. Maybe Bambi wasn't a good first choice for an introduction into Disney films. You definitely should have gone for The Little Mermaid.

"But, Draco watch."

The two of you finish watching the film, but Draco still seems hesitant.

"See Draco, it has a happy ending."

"Yeah, but his mum still died. How would you get over that?"

"I don't know Draco, but that's not the point of the film. It's about friendship, and development, and love."

"I still don't think it's acceptable for children." Draco huffs indignantly.

"Draco, wizarding children's stories involve RIPPING PEOPLE'S HEARTS OUT and even BEING MURDERED FOR POWER. How is this unacceptable?" You sigh, mostly joking.

Draco doesn't say anything to that comment, but a moment later he asks. "Can we watch another next week?"

You turn to him surprised. "Really? You enjoyed this? I thought you said it was unacceptable for children..."

"Yeah, but... I like spending time with you."

At this, you turn around and face Draco, looking into his eyes. "I like spending time with you too."

Draco pulls you in towards him, and your lips meet.

"Maybe," he thinks, "being caught with my Muggle music wasn't so bad after all."

[cannedsoupcansoup]

When I was a kid it was SUPER important to me to have (only) 1 of each of the My Little Pony mane cast. I would ask for a new doll each holiday or event and slowly but surely I got all of them in order (starting with my favourites). However, for some reason, no store in my entire region had any Apple Jack dolls, none. and she was my favourite. And the thing is, I was never a completionist so I didn't just want her for the sake of having her, but I am autistic so it made playing with my other dolls really hard because the more I had of them the more difficult it was to write cannonical explanations as to why she was absent while literally everyone else was there.

One morning, my evil grandma and I were at a random store and they had those awful mystery figure bags, we bought one, and low and behold: Apple Jack!

HOWEVER, she was small af. like, y'know, she was a mini figure, which is what she was. But finally I had an Apple Jack and completed the Mane six. The only problem is, how do I explain her size difference to the others? well, you see, obviosuly she was hit by a shrink ray, and now they must find a way for her to be put back to normal (my mum needs to find me a proper Apple Jack doll) and until that happens (my mum finding me a proper Apple Jack doll) she's stuck, and she was also not happy about it and when I'd get frustrated about it she'd have monologues about being small and being hit by a shrink ray and feeling bad about it.

And so, moral of the story is that I never got a proper Apple Jack to this day. R.I.P

[ice-creamforbreakfast]

Posting a photo of some of my favourite Barbies because I can.

The girl on the left is my Ali- Express Frankenbarbie. Her hair took work…I think they kept her head in a hedge before I got her, it was a tangled mess.

Centre is the Barbie my mum Barbie-ambushed me with the day after I saw the movie because she realised she had never bought me a Barbie.

On the right is Perfect Pink Teresa, who I remember staring at in the Toys ‘R’ Us catalogue for like a solid month when I was eight.

I’ve fallen down the doll rabbit hole and I’m not leaving 😄

[howyouloveyourdragon]

ꜱᴜɢᴀʀ ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ ʀʜᴀᴇɴʏʀᴀ ʜᴄꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ

part 1

pronouns: they them warnings: nsfw section but not neccessary

you hate hiding it from Jace

like actually hate it

he's one of your closest friend and has helped you on numerous occasions but Rhaenyra is just so...Rhaenyra

she almost doesn't even feel like Jace's mum anymore, it's like she two different people to you now

everytime you meet up to go and end things, you're pulled into her embrace again and you don't care anymore, it just feels so right for something so wrong. how could it be wrong for the both of you to be together?

of course Jace notices the change in you but he's not suspicious, you told him you got a new part-time job and with the tips you're making you don't have to worry anymore

he's satisfied enough knowing you're happy

(he secretly thinks you might be a stripper now but doesn't say anything)

you go to less of the dinners at the house on weekends because you feel guilty every time Rhaenyra so much as passes the salt and because you almost always wind up back in her room, her swallowing your moans and praising you like a prayer

the next morning always goes the same way, you leave early and then meet up with her later that night for dinner at the same restaurant your relationship started, somewhere out of town and away from prying eyes

eventually you tell him that you're a sugar baby after you're caught out

you tell him you're working one day so he went to check up on you only to hear that you'd never step foot in there before

you don't tell him it's rhaenyra though

how do you even approach that "hey dude you know when i said i was fucking your mum a year ago when you were pissing me off? oops did it again"

did he even know that she and daemon had a polyamorous relationship?

you didn't wanna find out

so instead you answer all his questions except for the big one... who is it

you both love spending the money on things you can do together but that doesn't mean she doesn't absolutely spoil you, loving the way jewellery she bought you hangs on you

the clothes she buys you are often in her signature black and red but just pout those pretty lips at her and the world is yours

you might as well not even tell you what you need because she'll find out anyway, buying your textbooks before your teacher even mentions them, replacing your apartment furniture every few months because she only wany wants the best for her baby

every once in awhile she might ask if it's okay Daemon join you both for dinner but she doesn't want to make you uncomfortable

if you do choose to let him into the relationship then it definitely sparks some competitive tension between them but they both love spoiling you together

it actually brings them closer, going out shopping on thursdays for you, brainstorming date ideas and what would look good on you, talking about you

they don't want their sweet baby overworking themself

Rhaenyra likes to read over your essays and uniwork, offering to fact-check for you or offer any personal opinions but it mostly ends up in her spewing praise and 'rewarding' you

she spends half her nights at your place and half her place at home, she still loves her husband but you're just so inviting

of course the kids are slightly suspicious but they're going through their own phases and tribulations so long as their mama's home when she gets back home from work, they're happy

she likes things sentimental so i think she would like returning to the restaurant you both first made the agreement but will love when you suggest somewhere, it makes her feel special and especially that you're not just doing it for the money

NSFW

mommy nyra lovess eating you out

for every night you spend apart she doubles the orgasms she pulls from you (on some aegon 1 shit)

half her savings are going toward your lingerie at this point, you just look so pretty all dolled up for her and humping her thigh like a good girl

she likes tugging at your hair but only gently as she pulls you against her

she's not especially vocal but she does make breathy moans and praises at you, she likes intimacy so will usually whisper in your ear as you ride her strap perfectly chosen for you

she likes gripping your thighs and leaving hickeys over you

i feel like one day she would take you to a sex shop and tell you to pick up anything you want and just leave you there dumbfounded for half an hour before coming back and buying out half their collection to try

again i feel like she'd be ecstatic if you wanted to let Daemon into the bedroom but she will never force you, your relationship isn't just about sex and she has the most soft aftercare

she likes washing your hair after sex and braiding it for you before bed, wrapping her arms around you like a teddy bear

she wouldn't be above asking to record you both doing the deed, i can imagine it

i think she would call you endearments such as her 'good girl' or 'sweet one'

definitely a service top in this scenario, she wants her pretty girl feeling loved

Taglist: @multi-fandoms-stuff @syzrina

[bloodyknucklesforme]

Girl Dad | Captain John Price

Despite a busy and inconsistent schedule Price always makes sure he can spend time with his daughter.

This is almost all fluffy with a touch of angst and Price trying his best.

AN: Based on this post I made a while back. S/O to @guyfieriii for listening to me talk about how much I love Dad!Price.

He had to stop checking his watch. Her train would get there soon. He should have just taken the drive down to Oxford to pick her up and take her back. He wouldn’t have minded. He hated how busy Victoria Station was. What if she got off at the wrong station or got lost in the crowd? He should text her. Make sure she was okay.

‘She’s almost an adult. Stop babying her, John.’ Her mum, Emma, had scolded him. 

She was sixteen now, his Agatha. She was sixteen and he had missed so much. A long weekend at the end of her winter holiday seemed unfair but he didn’t dare ask for more. He had to stay content with his flat’s extra bedroom being empty most of the time. A couple of weekends here and there when he was in town and she was out of school. 

He’d made sure her bed had clean sheets and that the pantry was stocked up on her favorite snacks. At least they were her favorites the last time she stayed with him. That was in August. He texted and called as often as he could but not as often as he would like. He had a stack of wrapped-up souvenirs for her. He tried to grab something from every country he went to. That was his consolation for being gone all the time. Little gifts for her so she knew he was thinking of her. 

A brightly colored blanket from his weekend in Mexico.

A mug with Chicago’s flag on it that he’d had to send Gaz to get since he was injured.

A stuffed Miffy doll from Amsterdam.

She always liked rabbits. The first toy he ever bought her was a stuffed Peter Rabbit. She was already walking and talking at that point. 

The train pulled in. He stood up from the bench, looking over all the exiting passengers' heads to find her. He saw her. She was taller, came up to his shoulders now. She looked so much like her mum. She had his eyes though, bright blue that shined when she smiled. He broke into a grin seeing she was wearing the jacket he got her for Christmas last year. She’d mentioned she liked his so he got her a matching one. 

“Aggie!” He called, trying not to seem too eager as he made his way through the crowd. He was quick to grab her bag and sling it over his shoulder. “I got that, love.”

“Hey, Dad. Missed you.” He smiled that she still stood up on the tips of her feet to hug him. 

“Missed you, Aggie.” He ruffled her hair. Almost four months since he last got to hug her. She was all his regrets rolled into one perfect person. “Let’s get out of here.”

He was glad he ordered Chinese takeaway ahead of time. A quick stop to pick it up before continuing to his flat. He stuck to small talk during the drive. 

How did the term end? Good

Sorry, I missed Christmas. What did your mum get you? New Laptop

Did you cut your hair? It looks nice. I didn’t

Anything more and she’d be able to see his knuckles turn white around the steering wheel. He wasn’t upset with her, he could never be upset with her. He was upset with himself, how disconnected he was from her sometimes. He knew texts and video calls didn’t compare to being there. She was a stranger to him. Someone he had to meet again and again. 

He’d drop her back off at the station again on Monday and when he finally saw her again in a couple of months she’d be a different person again. She was growing so fast and he was blinking through it. Seeing glimpses of the woman she was growing into. A scrapbook of fatherhood was all he had. Little moments here and there. It weighed him down like nothing else.

“Your room is ready, same as always. Left a couple of things for ya. Get settled, I’ll get dinner ready.” He had carried the food and her bag up to his flat despite protests and eye rolls. “Let me be a dad, eh?”

He set out plates, silverware and laid out all the food on his small dining table. He had a stack of DVDs for her to pick from to watch afterward. In front of her plate, he placed her Christmas gift. He wanted to mail it to her but it wouldn’t have made it in time. He wanted to watch her open it anyway. 

“You traveled a lot this time,” She said, padding into the room softly. A brown paper-wrapped package was in her hand. “Thank you, Dad”

“I’m glad you like ‘em. Kyle picked the mug out for ya.” He pulled out her chair for her. 

“Good taste.” She sat down and looked at the wrapped-up present in front of her and then back up at him with a smile. “More gifts?”

“Happy Christmas, Aggie.” He kissed her temple.

“This is for you. Happy Christmas, Dad.” She handed him the package. He smiled and held it to his chest before sitting down across from her. 

“You first.” He waved her on. She still opened presents like when she was little. Tearing slowly at the paper so it wouldn’t rip. As she slipped the paper off she whipped her head up to grin at him. He’d had to ask for help tracking it down and it was Kyle who eventually found it at a Waterstones. A signed copy of the new book in her favorite fantasy series. 

“It’s signed?” She opened up the book and smiled down at the sharpie signature. “Thank you!”

She flipped the book over in her hands a few times, grinning till her face hurt. 

“Open yours!” She said, turning her attention back to him. He used his thumb to tear through the tape around the edges of the package. He pulled out a pale blue photo album. On the cover was a picture of them when they made a trip to Snowdonia the previous Summer. He’d sat his phone on a rock and then had to run in order to pose with her in time. It had taken a couple of tries but the final result was worth it. The two of them standing on a mountain in the late afternoon sun.

He flipped through the pages. Each of their trips had its own page, with photos, ticket stubs, napkins, and postcards. There were still blank pages in the back. More time for more adventures. God, he hoped they’d be able to fill them. 

“Thank you, Aggie.” He was glad his beard hid how he had to bite the inside of his mouth to stop himself from tearing up. “Now, let’s eat. I’m famished.” 

They passed around the plastic take-out dishes as they filled their plates. He’d sprung for the sparkling water she liked even though he thought it was flavorless. He couldn’t help but stare at her sometimes and admire how good of a job her mum had done. 

He would never be Father of the Year. His absence in the first year of her life had assured that. He’d made the monthly payments to her Mum but he said he was too young to raise a child, a poor excuse considering Emma was only a couple of months older than him. Almost getting blown up and seeing how excited one of the other privates was about meeting their firstborn once they got back to England change his perspective. 

He had to beg Emma to let him see her. She was already walking and saying ‘mama’. He sat on his ex-girlfriend’s couch and held his little girl for the first time. She looked at him with the same curiosity she looked at everything new, even now. The early years were a struggle. Too long of a mission and she would barely remember him when he got back. That’s when the presents started. So she’d always have something to remember him and know where he was when he was gone. Fifteen years had blazed by in an instant and he still regretted missing the first.

“How are your A-levels?” He asked, forcing himself not to wallow. 

“Good. Peter said if I’m on track to get accepted to Oxford if I wanted. Get a tuition discount if I did.”

“Peter? Oh…yeah… your mum’s husband.” He should remember by now. They’d been married long enough. “He works at Oxford?”

“He’s a Professor.” 

“Fancy.” He’d never liked Peter. He knew there was nothing actually wrong with him except that he got to spend more time with Aggie. 

“Yeah, he worked really hard for it. He’s full-time now.”

Price nodded. He could have been a Uni Professor if he wanted, he just had bigger ambitions than being stuck at a desk all day. 

“Are you still thinking about doing art?”

“Yeah, I just need to decide on a concentration. I like a bunch of stuff right now. There’s this maker space by the house and they have a bunch of stuff so I’ve been trying new things. Started doing some print-making stuff like linocuts.”

“What’s a linocut?”

He just wanted to hear her talk. He had a few of her pieces hung up around the flat. He got everyone framed and it was honestly the only art he had. He loved all of them. He loved when she pulled out her phone and showed him all the things she’d been working on. Failed crochet projects, a half-finished painting, and a mug that had apparently exploded during firing but she had made more so it was okay. He asked her to make him a mug, he’d pay her for it. 

“I’m a supporter of the arts.”

He let her talk till their plates were cleared and she was asking about what movie they were going to watch. 

“Not Lord of the Rings,” She pleaded.

“Don’t worry, I’m letting you choose.” He pointed out the stack of discs by the coffee table. “I’ll put the dishes away. You get it started.” 

The DVD menu was on the screen when he came back in. She’d chosen 28 Days Later. 

“Good choice.” He sat down next to her, letting his arms rest against the back of the couch. She leaned against his shoulder as the movie started. They’d seen it several times before. Scared the life out of her the first time. He told her that if anything like that happened in real life, he’d fight his way to Oxford to protect her and her mum (and Peter now, too). 

“Anything else going on in your life? Got a boyfriend?” His question was casual but he felt her tense up and move away from him. He paused the movie. 

She was sitting on the couch with her knees pulled up so her chin could rest on them. She didn’t look right.

“Aggie? Everything okay?” He sat down on the couch beside her and laid a hand on hers.

“I need to tell you something.” She looked anxious, her eyes watery.

“If someone hurt you.” His voice got low. He didn’t know if she had a boyfriend but god help the bastard if he or anyone else hurt his girl.

“No, no, it’s not like that.” She moved to sit crisscross. “I don’t ummm… I don’t know how to say this.”

“Agatha, you can tell me anything.” He squeezed her hand reassuringly. He hoped it wasn’t drugs or worse. Whatever it was he wouldn’t be mad, he refused to ever yell at her. He’d be better than that. 

“I’m lesbian, Dad.” She looked at him nervously. He squeezed her hand again. He wasn’t sure what to say. ‘Congrats?’ ‘I’m proud of you?’

“I love you, Agatha.” He hugged her, pulling her tight against him. Should he have known? It didn’t matter to him, she was still Aggie. He didn’t like how anxious she was telling him though. He never wanted her to feel like anything she could do would change how he felt. “I’ll always love you.”

She sniffled softly and he kissed the top of her head. 

“You remember how I told you about Kate Laswell, the woman I work with? She’s a lesbian. Married and everything.” He nodded, shaking her shoulder jokingly. 

“And everything?” Agatha laughed.

“Everything. Gonna have a lot of questions for her later.” 

“Like what?” She frowned. 

“Do lesbians still like hanging out with their dads?” 

“They do.” She smiled and leaned back against his shoulder. He smiled down at her. His Agatha. 

[smila-mac]

“pick me up here. at 6.”

- ponyboy x fem!reader

- fluff <3

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-3rd person POV-

You made your way out of school, you were exhausted and your sister wasn’t picking you up today - you had to get the bus. There wasn’t anything wrong with it but none of your friends got the bus and you were too embarrassed to ask for a ride, your house wasn’t bad or anything, it just wasn’t as big as theirs. It was silly, but still you just got the bus.

You sat at the window seat, pretty far back and out of the way and waited for the bus to leave. People filed on slowly and you hoped no one sat next to you. Then someone did. You kept your head down and hoped they didn’t start conversation, you’d had a rough day. Just general stress, plus your mum was in a bad mood when you left that morning, and then you’d gotten a test back that you didn’t do well on. So overall - not a good day

You pretended to fix your skirt, then a voice caught your attention, “Y/N?” he said. It was Ponyboy. He was sitting next to you. You had english together and you were to work on an essay about something, you hoped he remembered, you weren’t paying attention.

“hi ponyboy,” you responded, he was really cute and sweet, honestly you had a hallway crush on him for years but you never had the courage to speak to him, you felt lucky when yous were paired up for english.

“i didn’t know you got the bus” he said while looking around.

“yeah my sister couldn’t pick me up today” you sighed

“well for the best, now we can talk about the project!” he said excitedly

“yes, do you know what it’s about? i wasn’t paying attention and dont want to make you do it all” you muttered, you felt really bad for not listening

“yeah well basically we need to analyse this passage,” he pulled out a peice of paper from his bag “then write an essay on it, about your opinions and what an opposing opinion could be and stuff” he said then showed you his notebook with all of his notes from class

“when and where do you want to meet to do it? i can do everyday but thursday” you smiled

“how about friday? we could meet at the DX and.. maybe, after, grab milkshakes at the dingo?” he looked down kinda embarrassed, he was blushing a little as well

“the DX? doesn’t your brother work there? oh he’s a doll, you look very alike” you giggled as you sat back on your seat, his face lit up as you said that

after a while of talking and laughing, it was your stop “oh pony, i need to get off now” you said rather frantically, you were about to miss your stop. You quickly shoved on your bag and Pony started walking down with you

“oh do you get off here?” you asked, you didn’t know he lived round here

“no, but i need to know where to pick you up” he smiled back at you

you giggled as you crossed the road and started walking towards your block.

“so, this is a real pretty neighbourhood” he gawked at the houses. you didn’t think the houses were that nice they were pretty standard, but he seemed really amazed by the houses

“oh, thank you! i’ve lived here all my life, my dad bought it when my second oldest sister was born” you told him

“it’s really beautiful,” he said to you, you smiled softly at him, he really was cute, you couldn’t deny it and he was kind. god your friends would never hear the end of this, never.

“take a photo, it’ll last longer” he laughed, you didn’t realise you had been staring, you looked down awkwardly and laughed a little

“what are we doing on friday then? just going to the DX then going straight to the dingo or are we going to a park or..?” you asked

“i don’t mind, whatever you want darlin’” he looked at you with a smirk, you shoved him lightly, he knew what he was doing. he grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers with his.

you approached your house slowly and you let go of his hand.

“well i need to go now, do you know how to get home alright from here?” you asked

“yeah my brother is gonna pick me up from the bus stop, down worry about me gorgeous” he said to you and grinned

“well, pick me up here. at 6.” you said as you made your way up onto your porch, you turned around to look at him one more time before he went home

“bye darlin’” he said, before you made your way into the house you shouted for him to be safe on his way home.

Your day wasn’t that bad after all.

~~

hey so my first thing i’ve published like this, i’ve got like two more in my drafts with johnny and dallas, request stuff if you want or if yous want to ALSO please give criticism!! i want to know what i can do better

~~ smila

[tedwardremus]

A Miraculous Christmas Moment

James wasn’t sure if the Christmas market was unusual because it was a Muggle market or because it was in London.

Then again the market in Godric’s Hollow was run by the Muggle Town Council so it must be London that was different. It was larger than he thought it would be, and busier. You don’t get many tourists to Godric’s Hollow unless it's to stop by for lunch on the way to a more tourist-friendly destination like Cheddar Gorge or some medieval abbey. 

London was just too much. He honestly didn’t know what Sirius loved about living in the city so much. Lily’s apprenticeship at the apothecary was in London so they decided to live there for now but James was truly itching to get back to the wide open spaces and lush landscapes of his youth - either in the Scottish Highlands or the West Country.  London was too large, too crowded, too smoggy, too noisy. James was too much of a country boy. Christmas means going to see the choir singing in the small stone church, it means going to the pub and having a pint with your neighbor, it means helping the shops in town put up lights and wreaths around the town square. Christmas is small, cozy, and warm. As far as James could tell, Christmas in London was a strategic plan to make people spend more money than they had to to have a miraculous Christmas moment.

But at least the warm nuts he bought from one of the stalls in the market were good. 

“Oh, James, look! Handmade glass ornaments!” James felt a tug on his hand as his wife (and how unbelievably exciting was it to call Lily his wife! He didn’t care that they’d been married since August. He was going to live the rest of his life thrilled that the most beautiful and intelligent witch agreed to marry him.) dragged him towards another small booth. “Aren’t they pretty?” Lily pointed a gloved finger to one of the baubles. 

James popped another chestnut in his mouth and gave a little hum in agreement as he looked around the surrounding stalls until he finally saw something amusing. “Hey look, Lil! Look at this!” 

“It’s a nutcracker, James.” 

“Yes, but look, it’s wearing a rat head with a crown on it! How funny! I should get one for Wormtail.” James picked up the wooden nutcracker and chuckled at the inside joke, “You don’t think he has one does he?”

“Probably not,” Lily laughed with James as she looked it over with him.

“I don’t understand though, why the rat face? The others just look like normal wooden soldiers.” James frowned as he looked at the stall to see if there were other funny animal-headed nutcrackers. “You think this Muggle just has a thing for rats?”

“No, James!” With a large laugh, Lily swatted James' arm and shook her head. “You wizards are so stubbornly ignorant, I swear. It’s from the ballet, you know, ‘The Nutcracker’.”

“I do not know that ballet or any ballets come to think of it…”

“Well, The Nutcracker is a very famous one. My mum took me and Petunia up to Birmingham when we were little to see it one Christmas. It’s about a girl who is given a magical nutcracker by her godfather at Christmas and then she goes on some adventures and in one of the adventures the nutcracker, who had come to life, fights the rat king.” Lily then took a moment to think before continuing, “Tuney loved the ballet when we saw it. When we came home she announced that she would be a ballerina and spent the next few weeks twirling around the house. But Cokeworth doesn’t have a dance studio and even if it did I doubt Mum and Dad could afford the lessons. Did you know ballet dancers go through new shoes practically every month? Petunia was really upset when she realized she couldn’t be a dancer and declared that ballet was stupid and only snobs like it and threw out the ballerina doll that Mum had bought her for Christmas.” 

James gave Lily’s hand a little squeeze, he didn’t have many kind things to say about Lily’s sister so he learned not to say much at all and changed the subject, “I think Wormy will like the rat king. Maybe we can get him a crown of his very own and they can match.” 

Lily agreed that the rat king would be a funny gift and as they wandered around the market some more, they pointed out other things for sale that amused them (“Look electric candles, Lily! What’s the point of that!” “James, stop yelling and pointing you’re like a toddler.”) (“Oh, James, listen to this music box!” “That’s a horrendous sound, let’s get one for your sister.”) and stopped to buy some hot chocolate (“This would be better with some whiskey in it.” “James, were you carrying that flask the whole time!” “Might’ve been...” “Well, pass it over then. I can’t believe you were holden out on me.”) 

Eventually, they made their way out of the market and into the hustle and bustle of the London evening streets. As they passed the steps of a church James could hear a choir singing from inside (“Mary, did you know that your baby boy would save our sons and daughters?”) and he took Lily’s hand once again and led her to one of the many bridges that crossed over the Thames. Lily leaned on the bridge with her elbows on the side wall, supporting her weight, as she looked out over the city lights. James stood behind her with his arms wrapped tight around her. 

Lily turned in his arms until they were facing each other and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“You know, I’ve been thinking.”

“Have you?”

“Christmas in London is nice but I think I’m looking forward to next year more.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and I know we said taking the floo to work every day was too risky with Death Eaters tracking the network but I could still apparate couldn’t I?”

“You could.” James felt his eyes narrow as he looked at his wife. What was Lily getting at? Could she really be suggesting -

“So maybe we don’t have to wait for my apprenticeship to be up for us to move. Maybe we can leave the city in the new year?” 

“You want to leave London?”

“Yes, well it is too crowded and noisy, isn’t it? I think we’d be much happier in Godric’s Hollow. I mean we are there every weekend practically anyway.”

James moved his hands to grasp Lily’s face. “I’d live anywhere with you Mrs. Potter, you know that right?”

“Yes, but you’d be much happier in the country.”

James could hear the bells of Westminster Palace chime as he bent down and kissed Lily softly on the lips. Her lips were cold from the winter evening air and determined to warm her up he deepened the kiss until he felt her warm breathy sigh on his face. “I’m happiest with you. Merry Christmas, Mrs. Potter.”

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Potter.”

[serafimkrex]

自業自得

About: You approach Gyutaro, before Daki is born. You share your rice with him!!! :) this is child/teen Gyutaro… 😊 but then Gyutaro gets silly 😭

Warnings: child abuse and kidnapping I swear I’m normal

You were just a kid yourself, you were poor, just like him. Did your mum have the decency to feed you…? Yeah, she did. Everything she did; she did it for you. Even if she fell prone to drinking and would end up hitting you. But… at least she didn’t sell you to be a courtesan. She says she’d miss you too much.

Thats besides the point. You were eating rice as you walked along the red light district, or rather the slumps where all the people who were poor lived..

Carefully, but hungrily chewing on your rice. Your mom hadn’t been able to afford food for a while, at least not food for you. She got too happy with the money she made and spent it on a new kimono for herself and a gem or two. you were just happy to be eating honestly, and your mom promised to get you a new kimono too, so what’s the harm?

As you continued to walk by, you saw kids eating leftovers, and playing with leaves they tied together into dolls.

You smiled and waved at the kids you knew, promising to play with them the next day— and then you stumbled upon him. You didn’t know his name, but most people knew him. The smelly, rotten, diseased and cursed child. You tried to approach him once before, but then he pushed you away and yelled, said he didn’t like your teasing.

But… you still felt bad for him. He was just a kid like you; you were fortunate to have your mom feed you… and according to rumors his mom didn’t.

With a huff, you sat down next to him, handing him some of your rice… okay let’s be honest… most of your rice.

at first, he thought you were teasing him, hiding him face, and muttering at you to go away.

“What? No, I want to feed you, eat the rice.” You say in response, sitting on your knees and moving his hand away from his face, and inching the rice closer to him.

He looked so confused… and scared, in all honesty. Like a cat, but eventually he took the rice, eating it. You ate it with him, and then he asked for your name.

“Y/N, my name is Y/N.” You smile at him, and you see him stumble over his next words, surprised that you gave him your first name, rather than your last name. “My name is Gyutaro.” Gyutaro says. “Why did you help me?” He asks, rice stuck to his teeth and between his teeth. “Why shouldn’t I? We all live in the slumps, we have to help each other out!” You reply, happily. “I like the black on your face,” you say, innocently not knowing the effect it would end up having on him. “I dunno why, but they look nice.” You smile - he doesn’t respond. Though you see a blush climbing up on his face.

years later, and you’ve slowly made it a habit to share your food with Gyutaro, at least until your mom made more money and you moved to a nicer area in the Red Light District.

Gyutaro promised himself to find you, promised himself to take you. He didn’t know why, but for you to be the only person to be nice to him— other than what would later become his sister. He would have to take you. He felt the need to protect you, and one day when he was at work (debt collecting) he saw a person flirt with you…

…he didn’t hesitate to follow them home and permanently blind them. He would’ve done more, if it weren’t time to go home to Ume.

He couldn’t help but watch you, wondering if you still remembered him. The day before Ume was killed, you approached him.

“Gyutaro?” You called out, with a small smile that would soon grow to cover your whole face. Fuck you were lucky. So fucking lucky that your mom loved you, made money, bought you nice things… you looked so clean. Clear face and skin, your hair, fuck. He wanted to take again… but it was you. So he would be sweet and nice to you, like how he was with Ume.

“Yes?” He replied back, croaky voice sending shivers through his spine, his, not yours. He wonders if he was handsome you’d date him…?

“you look nice, I heard your sister started working as a courtesan, I walked into her the other day… we didn’t talk but she was really pretty.” You smile completely now, looking at him. “I bet she’s a good girl.”

God, you almost compare to his sisters beauty… almost. Almost, almost, almost. He doesn’t know why he likes you so much, why you cloud his thoughts. But he has such fond memories of when he warmed up to you as a kid, when you fed him and played with him, his only friend. He wants to have you, he hopes your mom won’t marry you off, cause then he’ll have to make a mess.

You chuckle as he just stares at you, an obvious blush across his face as he thinks over his next words. But they never come out. So you talk instead. “Let’s get dinner sometime! I’ll cook for you.” He nods, fuck that sounds nice. He watches you walk away, umbrella in hand to protect your sweet face from the heat of the sun.

When Ume dies, he doesn’t have that dinner with you, but when he becomes a demon he realizes he just might. He forcefully takes you, and he feels a little bad about it… you treated him with such kindness. But you’ll learn to forgive him when he takes you, you were so sweet and nice to him the first time, didn’t care that he was ugly, didn’t care that he was diseased. And now he’s even more disfigured, you don’t look at him with disgust, only fear. He loves it. please say you’ll forgive him— it’s been so long, and Daki keeps complaining about you. One day you cry, cry so pretty he has no choice but to say you’re prettier than his sister. And fuck, he believes that now. He wants to smell you, but he won’t. You’re still crying, and it kinda reminds him of how whiny Daki is. ”Hey, ‘s’okay, ‘s’okay… I brought you mochi, eat it, please?” He whispers, trying to soothe you. If you keep misbehaving he may just eat ya. No,no,no, he can’t. You’re too precious to him.

“why do you want her anyway? There’s plenty of cute people in Yoshiwara… they’re not even a courtesan, not trained at all!” Daki says, to which he just forcefully takes you in his lap. “this one’s special.” He says, as you shake in his arms, squirm… like them bugs he used to eat.

[yourtouchismidas]

Omggg we need a blurb of matty playing dolls with Gigi 🤣

you've been at work at the bookshop all day and your feet are killing and all you want to do is come home and put your feet up and have a cup of tea. you're kind of hoping matty has already got the kettle on for you, because you text him saying you're on your way home. he's been with gigi all day, dropping into the studio for a bit, you think, but not much else. it's a nice day so maybe you could have tea outside together, or in the park.

when you put your key in the door and go inside though, the house seems eerily quiet. the kettle is on, or it has been recently, as its still whirring.

"hello?" you call into the house, "matt? gi?"

you dont get an answer, but you can hear what you think is squealing laughter. they must be in the garden. you go to the kitchen and pour yourself a tea, and one for matty, because that is the most important thing right now and then you head out to find them.

they don't notice you at first. the big wooden dolls house matty's mum bought for gigi has been moved from her playroom to the grass. gigi is kneeling by it in a disney princess dress, making a tiny doll walk up the stairs. you have to stuff a laugh back in your mouth when you see your boyfriend, dressed in black trackies and a white t shirt, but with one of gigi's princess dresses over the top, comically too short for him, barely hitting his waist, and straining against his chest. he is also wearing a crown, lipstick (smeared as applied by a four year old) and a tiara crown. neither of them notice you.

"oh anna, aren't you so excited to go shopping later," matty says, in a high pitched voice, wiggling his doll around in front of gigi's doll as if they were talking.

"so excited beatrice!" gigi says, her own little voice squeaking. "i need a new princess dress!"

"me too," matty continues, moving his doll's hand up to her head, "i dont nearly have enough."

"you have too many, beatrice!" gigi says.

"yeah, beatrice," you say, making gigi whip her head round and run to you yelling mummy, and matty absolute jump out of his skin. or should you say out his princess dress.

"you didnt see that," matty says, flushing.

"of course, i didn't" you wink at him and hand him his tea.

gigi runs back to the dolls house and you take a seat in front of them in an old striped garden chair, turning your head up to the sun while they play.

"beatrice, what colour will you get?"

"hmm, maybe purple?" matty says, but dropping the high pitched voice, and doing his regular one.

"matthew," gigi turns to him, frowning, "do the voice."

"i..."

"do the voice!" she scolds.

matty turns to you, squinting in the sunlight. "don't judge me for this, okay?"

"i would never," you grin, "it's sexy."

"oh fuck off," matty says and then turns back to his doll.

"i think purple for me!" he says, doll voice loud and proud for you to hear.