#🎀bunnytine🎀

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: nerd!anakin x f!reader

It was Valentine’s Day, and you were nervously sitting in your first-period class, the one that teacher was too tired to conduct. So here you were, tapping the pen to the rhythm of the music in your earbuds, just when the door opened and in walked ANAKIN SKYWALKER. He was too early, eyes wide as he scanned the room, and there was something a little off about the way he walked towards your desk. You looked up, raising an eyebrow, confused and filled with curiousity.

He grinned sheepishly as he stopped in front of you, holding something behind his back. Cheeks flushed a shade of red that made your heart race and throb.

“Hey... uh,” he started, shifting from foot to foot, “I know we’re kind of in the middle of class, but I, uh... I wanted to give you something.”

You furrowed your brows, still confused. What on earth was Anakin doing?

Before you could say anything, he carefully pulled a little bouquet of LEGO flowers from behind his back. Each petal was a different color, perfectly symmetrical, the craftsmanship clearly done with so much love and attention. Your mouth fell open in surprise.

“Anakin,” you whispered, eyes wide in awe. “You... you built this?”

He nodded vigorously, trying to keep his cool but failing miserably. “Yeah, I thought it would be different. Y’know, special...like you..But... do you like it?” His voice was low, almost shy

“I love it,” you replied, smiling softly. “You built this for me?”

“I—of course - yeah,” he said, looking down at the flowers as though they were the most precious thing in the world right behind you. “I spent... a lot of time on it..to he honest..You’re... special...as I said..So-uh- I wanted it to be perfect.”

“Anakin, this is amazing.”

His grin grew wider. “Really? You’re not just saying that?”

You laughed softly, reaching up to touch the flowers. “I’m not. Thank you, Ani.”

Then, as if on cue, he pulled out a second bouquet—this time, real flowers, bright red roses and daisies—before placing them on your desk with a bashful smile. "And these are... uh, just 'cause," he added, looking down at the ground.

“You’re spoiling me,” you teased gently, reaching for the flowers, still in awe of how thoughtful he was.

“N-no,” he stammered, shaking his head. “I... I just wanted to make today special for you. It’s... Valentine’s Day, and I—well, I--" he took a sharp breath in "I love..you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his quiet confession. “I love you, too,” you whispered back.

After classes, Anakin was practically dragging you by your hand to the LEGO store. He didn’t even try to hide his excitement. It was adorable to watch as he pulled you through the aisles, practically vibrating with energy.

“This way!” he said, squeezing your hand as he led you to the custom build section. “I wanna make us.”

“Make us?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” face lighting up. “You and me. I’ll make you. And you can make me.”

You both sat down at the station, and he immediately got to work, expertly assembling the pieces for your little LEGO figure. You, on the other hand, took your time, teasing him with little glances as you slowly put together the figure of him.

When you finally finished, he gave you a playful smirk. “You, uh... did me justice, didn’t you?”

“Of course I did,” you teased back, carefully attaching the head to the torso. “Look how handsome you are.”

He grinned, his eyes twinkling. “You’re just too good at this,” he murmured.

Once they were finished, he attached his to your keyring. “You can carry me around wherever you go. I’ll be your little mini me.”

You smiled, taking your keyring and attaching his LEGO figure to your bag. “I’ll always have you with me for now on"

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

Omg Bunny I do miss Mafia!Anakin so much 😭 I was gonna request Sweetheart!Ani but since you said you have some on your inbox

Could we have some Mafia!Ani fluff pretty please? I'll take anything ✋🏻😞

- 🦢

PAIRING: mafia!anakin x f!reader

ANAKIN SKYWALKER stood against the doorframe, watching you. Just watching. He didn't say a word, didn't make a sound—he just leaned there, arms softly crossed, that deep ocean gaze locked onto you like you’re the only thing in the world worth looking at. But that shouldnt be a surprise, if to him, you are.

You’re sitting at your vanity, silk robe draped loosely over your frame, skin glowing under the soft golden light. Gosh, he loves you like this—bare, natural, undone. He loves you always, but there’s something about these times near midnight where you're glowing even more for him, as if the moon itself found you more beautiful, and poured all it's shining glory to you.

You don’t pay much attention to him at first—too focused to make the delicate swipe of lip gloss across your lips, focus on the way it shines just right, just the way you want. That small act made him smirk. His girl always likes to feel pretty. And damn, you are. More than you even realize.

Then you felt him.

Not with words. Not with sound. But with presence.

Warmth.

Heat.

The polished floors barely making a sound beneath his heavy frame. And then—his hands. Large, firm, possessive. Settling so gently on your shoulders, fingertips so delicately sliding down your arms before curling around your waist, pulling you against him. Well, mostly your chair. You melted at the scent of his cologne—dark spice, something rich and utterly Anakin.

“Always so beautiful,” he murmured, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

His voice is deep, raw, a sound that could destroy everything; kingdoms, worlds, empires..yet here—with you—it’s soft. Devoted. Gentle. Loving

His lips trailed to your shoulder, pressing the gentlest kiss there, then another, then another—slow, reverent, worshipful. Your skin is so warm beneath him, and he takes his time, hands stroking soft patterns along your waist, grounding you.

And then—something cool touched your skin

You gasp, eyes widening when you see it through the mirror.

A necklace. Small, delicate, stunning. A thin chain of pure silver, diamonds caressing it's length. Soft. Simple. Breathtaking.

Just like you.

He clasped it behind your neck, fingers lingering—in a way of saying; ‹you are mine, always›

His lips brushed against your ear, deep voice sending warmth all the way down your spine.

“You know I don’t need a holiday to show you how much I love you, angel.” His hands slide to your stomach, pulling you closer, tighter, safer. Gaze locked onto yours through the mirror, full of nothing but love. Need. Everything.

“But I need you to know—I’ll never stop proving it.”

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

Could you do reader being super busy on valentines and thinking sweetheart!anakin forgot about it and came home upset just to see the living room decorated with valentines decor and candles then later after they eat the dinner anakin made, they cuddle and watch romcoms and reader tears up from the overwhelming love pretty pleaseeee!!!

PAIRING: sweetheart!anakin x f!reader

ANAKIN SKYWALKER doesn’t get the hype. He never has.

All week, the world has been drowning in Valentine’s Day propaganda—tacky heart-shaped balloons, overpriced bouquets, too sweet themed chocolates, desperate men running around last minute to prove their love.

It’s ridiculous. It’s performative.

If you love someone, you should show them that every day. At least that's how he was raised.

If a man really loved his girl, he should show her every single day, every single hour, every minute, every second.

And he did.

In every little thing.

When he woke up before you and made your morning coffee just the way you liked it. When he pulled you against his chest at night, tucking your head beneath his chin because he couldn’t sleep unless you were close. When he kissed your temple absentmindedly while passing behind you in the kitchen. When he memorized every tiny detail about you—the way your lips parted slightly when you focused, the way you always did a little spin when you were happy, the way you got this certain look when you were about to be stubborn.

So no, he didn’t need Valentine’s Day. But… he knew you secretly loved it.

So, here he is—pacing through the dining room, hands on his hips, eyes flicking over every last detail to make sure everything is just perfect. Because if there’s one thing Anakin Skywalker is going to do, it’s make sure you’re loved. Properly. Every damn day.

You weren’t expecting much this year. Anakin has made it very clear how he feels about Valentine’s Day. And honestly? You agreed with him.

You love how he loves you—every day, in a hundred different ways.

The way he never lets you open your own car door. The way he keeps a hand on your back when you walk through a crowd. The way he rubs your feet without you having to ask, even when he’s tired himself. How he drags most of the grocery bags, not wanting you to have the heaviest. How he knows every single little details of your life, in a good way

So no, you don’t need a big Valentine’s Day thing. You have valentine's every day, if you were being honest

So when you step through the front door and see the house bathed in candlelight—warm, flickering red wax dripping from every available surface—your breath caught in your throat, heart stopping working just for a second, eyes widening to make sure you're not dreaming.

“Ani?” you call softly, stepping inside

And then you smell it.

Rich tomato sauce, garlic, fresh basil—your favorite Italian dish. Your favorite.

You follow the scent to the dining room, and—oh.

He’s standing there, arms crossed, leaning against the table like he didn’t just turn your whole world upside down. Warm glow created by the candlelight caught in his golden curls, in the soft blue of his stupidly beautiful eyes.

“Took you long enough,” he murmurs, voice low, teasing, yet there’s still, always, something soft behind it.

He pushes off the table, moving towards you with that unfair grace of his, like he’s already got you figured out. Like he knows you’re two seconds from melting.

His hands are warm when they slide over your waist, pulling you in close—chests flush, foreheads nearly touching.

“You know how I feel about today,” he murmurs, and you nod, hands curling over his biceps.

“But.” His nose brushes yours. “You love it.”

Your heart did a flip of shy happiness

“And I love you.”

Oh. Oh.

“I love you every damn day,” he says, and then—finally—he kissed you. Slow, deep, deliberate.

Like he's proving his point.

Anakin pulled back with a grin. “C’mon,” he said, intertwining his fingers with yours and leading you towards the dining table. “Made your favorite.”

Your eyes widened. Sure enough, an entire Italian feast was laid out by candlelight—fresh pasta, warm garlic bread, a bottle of your favorite wine already uncorked.

Your chest burned with love. Tears ready to spill out of your eyes

“You did all this?” you whispered.

“Course I did, baby.”

And when he pulled out your chair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before taking his own seat across from you, you realized—

Maybe he did love you a little extra today.

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: nerd!anakin x f!reader

ANAKIN SKYWALKER's hands were shaking so badly that they almost dropped the pot of boiling pasta water earlier, but thankfully Shmi had came in, taking a lead of a few things.

"Relax, Ani," she said softly, helping him stir the creamy sauce he’d been obsessively perfecting all day. "She’s going to love everything. Just be yourself. That’s who she likes, after all."

He nodded quickly, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. "But, Mom, what if it’s not perfect? What if she doesn’t—what if she thinks I’m boring or the food tastes—"

Shmi silenced him with a knowing look, taking the tie from his trembling hands and starting to knot it for him. "She won’t think any of that. Trust me. You’re a good man, Ani. Anyone would be lucky to have you. Now take a deep breath."

He did, reluctantly, heart pounding harder than when he presented his tech project to a panel of judges last semester. He wanted tonight to be flawless because he loved you. He really, really loved you, even though the two of you hadn’t been together long. There was just something about you—your laugh, your kindness, the way you never teased him for his quirks or awkwardness—that had completely captivated him.

When the timer went off for the pasta, Anakin jumped, nearly knocking over the dessert he had painstakingly assembled earlier: tiramisù in perfectly layered individual glasses. Shmi gave him a little nudge. "Go set the table, sweetheart. I’ll finish up in here."

He nodded again, fumbling with the fancy tablecloth he’d took out from the shelf. It wasn’t anything extravagant, just a small table tucked into the corner of the living room, but he’d done his best to make it look elegant. Candles flickered softly, special, holiday plates and glasses that gleamed under the dim light from the candles. He had even folded the napkins (though they were a bit lopsided). It looked… okay. Hopefully.

When there was a knock at the door, his stomach plummeted. He rushed to Shmi, practically pushing her toward the other room.

"Mom, please. I love you, but not tonight. I—" He hesitated, feeling guilty. "I’ll introduce you to her soon, I promise, just not… tonight."

Shmi chuckled, patting his cheek. "You’ll do fine, Ani. Now go get her before she thinks you stood her up."

He inhaled deeply, then exhaled shakily, smoothing his tie and his shirt, fixing the bottoms there before making his way to the door. When he opened it, his breath hitched. You stood there, looking absolutely radiant, your warm smile making his nervous heart race even faster.

"I—uh—hi," he stammered, cheeks flushing bright red as his eyes roamed over you in awe. "You look—I mean, you’re so—uh—wow."

You giggled softly, tilting your head. "Thank you, Ani. You look really handsome too."

His blush deepened, and he stumbled back to let you in, awkwardly gesturing toward the table. "Please, um, come in. I—I set everything up. I hope it’s okay. Is it okay?"

"It’s perfect," you said sincerely, already charmed by the effort he’d put in. It was such a thoughtful act, Ani was a thoughtful man.

He hurried to pull out your chair, nearly tripping over himself in the process. "Here, sit. Are you comfortable? Is the chair okay?"

You sat down, smiling warmly at him. "It’s perfect, Anakin. Thank you."

He disappeared into the kitchen for a moment before returning with two plates of pasta, carefully setting one in front of you. "I, um, made creamy pasta. It’s not too hot, I hope, but if it is, I can—I can fix it. Or if it’s too cold, I can—"

"Anakin," you interrupted gently, placing a hand on his. "It’s great. Really. Thank you for doing all this. Its beautiful."

He swallowed hard, staring at your hand on his, heart thundering in his chest. "I just… I wanted tonight to be special. For you. Because you’re—well, you’re amazing, and I—" He trailed off, blush deepening further as he fumbled for words.

You squeezed his hand, smiling at him with a softness that made his breath catch. "It already is, Ani."

For the rest of the evening, he was an absolute gentleman, fussing over every detail to make sure you were comfortable and happy. He asked if you needed more water, if the pasta was seasoned enough, if the tiramisù was too sweet or too bitter. He blushed every time you complimented him, the nervousness only making him more endearing.

By the end of the night, as the candles flickered lower and the conversation grew softer, Anakin couldn’t help but marvel at how greatly it had all turned out—not because of the food or the table settings, but because of you. You, sitting there in the glow of candlelight, smiling at him like he was the only person in the world.

And when you leaned in to kiss him goodbye at the end of the night, whispering a soft "Thank you, Ani. I had the best time," he knew he’d just scored the main goal - your heart

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: james kelly x f!reader

Movie played on the tv, warm light casting shadows on the walls covered in dark as JAMES KELLY leaned back against the headboard. The old romance flick is full of sappy dialogue, slow burns, longing stares—the kind of shit he rolls his eyes at.

But you? You love it.

And James loves you.

His rough hand run slow circles over your hip as you laid between his legs, half-watching the screen, half-melting into his touch. Rough fingers brushing under the hem of your shirt—his shirt, one of his old ones, worn and soft, draping down to your thighs.

"Baby," he muttered

You hum in response, mind half-lost in the movie.

He smirks against your shoulder. "You're actually into this?"

You sigh, "It’s romantic."

James scoffed, pressing his lips to your skin. "Yeah? That what you want?" voice is teasing, but there’s a softness underneath it, something so seemingly dangerous. Something so fucking in love.

Your stomach did a flip. You didn't answer. You just shifted, turning in his lap, straddling his thighs. His hands found your waist immediately, fingers pressing into your sides, firm but gentle, holding you like you’re something precious.

"James," you murmured, eyes searching his face.

God, he’s beautiful.

His hands slide up, push under your shirt, palms warm against your bare skin. Slow. Unrushed. Gentle.

Then, he flipped you over.

Your breath caught as he pressed you down onto your stomach, hands so careful as he shifted you onto your knees. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears. James didn't say a word—just hookef his fingers in your panties and slide them down, pressing a kiss to your lower back.

"Gonna take my time with you tonight, baby," he muttered, voice sweet as honey, "wanna feel you."

And then—he sank in.

Deep.

Slow.

Your eyes fluttered shut, a whimper spilling from your lips as James groaned, low and wrecked.

"Shit," he breathes, forehead pressing against your shoulder, "so damn tight, baby."

He moved so slow, so deep, dragging every inch of himself against your walls like he wanted to make sure you feel him. All of him. Like he wanted to ruin you in the softest, sweetest way possible.

You try to focus on the movie. You really do. Especially when your favorite scene unfolds before you. But you simply can't.

Not when James is touching you like this.

His fingers slipped down to rub slow circles against your clit, free hand firm on your waist, keeping you close. Breathing is ragged, lips brushing against your shoulder as he mutters, "Can't even keep your eyes open, huh?"

You barely register his words, lost in the slow, dragging pleasure. You shook your head, whining, "Shh, Jimmy."

He chuckled, but it’s breathless, almost wrecked.

"Yeah?" He pressed his lips against your neck, thrusting slowly and steadily, rolling his hips in a rhythm that feels like heaven. "That good, baby?"

You nod, whimpering, "So good, Jimmy. So—so good."

His pace never picked up, never got too rough—just stayed deep, steady, just perfect. Large hands were everywhere—stroking your waist, massaging your hips, fingers slipping between your legs, making sure you feel everything he has to give

"Love you," he breathed "Love you so damn much, baby."

Your heart clenched.

Because James? He doesn’t say that often. He doesn’t throw words around like confetti. He doesn’t do grand gestures or romantic speeches.

But when he says it—he means it.

And right now he's also showing it.

Showing it in the way he holds you. The way he touches you. The way he loves you so deep, so slow, so good, it makes your bones ache, muscles spasm.

And when you finally fall apart, shaking, breathless, he’s right there with you. Holding you through it, pressing soft, lingering kisses along your spine, whispering how much he loves you, how good you were, how beautiful you are to him.

Afterwards, he didn't let you go.

Not even when the movie ends. Not even when the room fades back into it's own darkness. Not even for a second.

Because James Kelly? He might not do Valentine’s the way other men do.

But he loves you every damn day.

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

bun bun this is for BUNNYTINE ❣️

Clayton Beresford learning he’s getting quadruplets through the scanner at the gynecologist on valentine day and literally fainting in front of everyone. And you’re panicked because you think he got an heart attack (not wrong tho). Then to celebrate the news he takes you to that very cute pastry shop downtown but he’s like very careful of you and looking at you like you’re gonna explode. While you’re just a cute happy mama eating her pastry calmly. The quadruplets are his valentine gift 💝 and he can’t be a more proud soon-to-be father. He’s going to make you feel loved even more at night when worshipping your body.

Hope u can do something with this, if not just ignore the ask pooks 🫶🏻

PAIRING: clayton beresford x f!pregnant!reader

You swore you could hear your own heartbeat pound in your ears as the cool gel spread across your lower belly, the ultrasound technician gently moving the probe over your skin. CLAYTON BERESFORD was sitting beside you, softly holding your hand while his face had this worried-husband look he couldn't shake away

“This is insane,” he muttered under his breath, blue eyes flickering between you and the monitor. “I mean… we already knew about the twins, but this just makes it feel so—”

His words cut off as the technician squinted at the screen. Then, she smiled. Too much. Too wide. Too excited

You tensed. “What?”

“Well…” The tech chuckled, twisting the screen so you could see it better before pointing to the black-and-white blobs moving inside of you. “Looks like you two are getting more than you bargained for.”

Silence.

Clayton blinked. “More?”

Your heart dropped. “What do you mean more?”

The tech looked almost amused. “Congratulations… you’re having quadruplets.”

Quadru—

Your mouth went dry. “I—”

A loud thud echoed through the room.

Clayton had collapsed.

“OH MY GOD.” You panicked, jerking upright as the tech gasped. “Babe? BABY?!”

Clayton groaned, eyes fluttering open. Brows furrowed as looked around in confusion. “Did I just…”

“You fainted,” you deadpanned.

Clayton stared at you. Then at the monitor. Then at you again.

“We’re having four babies,” he whispered, voice shaking.

You nodded, gripping his hand. “We are.”

His lips parted, breath coming out uneven. “I—I think I need to lay down.”

“You are laying down.”

“Oh.”

You squeezed his fingers, giving him an encouraging smile. “Breathe, Clay.”

“I am breathing,” he shot back, but he still looked like he was processing the meaning of life. “It’s just—quadruplets. That’s… that’s so many.”

You exhaled softly, rubbing his knuckles. “But we can do this. Right?”

Clayton met your gaze. A beat of silence. Then, his expression shifted. That familiar softness—the love, the protectiveness—settled in his eyes as he lifted your hand, pressing a lingering kiss to your fingers.

“Of course we can,” he murmured. “I just… need a moment to exist after nearly dying.”

Later Clayton took you to your favorite little pastry shop downtown, the one with the cute heart-shaped cakes and shelves full of sweets wrapped in red ribbons.

Except tonight, he was being way too careful.

“Clay,” you giggled as he gently helped you sit down, his hands hovering near your waist as if you might break. “I’m pregnant, not made of glass.”

“I know,” he stressed, sitting across from you. His gaze lingered on your belly. “It’s just… four of them are in there.” he pouted, trying to understand how four babies fit in your womb..and it's only the beginning

“Yes, baby, I know,” you teased, biting into a pastry. “I was there.”

He groaned, rubbing his face. “This is crazy. I mean--how? I-- I swear to God, you’re not lifting a damn finger from now on.”

“Clayton—”

“I mean it,” he insisted, leaning forward, voice softer now. “You’re carrying my Valentine’s gift. Four of them.” His palm rested on your stomach, thumb stroking absentmindedly. “I’m going to make sure you feel so loved, so taken care of.”

Your heart melted. “You already do.”

“Then I’ll do it more.”

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, kissing his path down your belly. “So beautiful.”

You sighed, fingers threading through his hair. “Clay…”

He looked up at you with the softest, most adoring expression. “You’re carrying my babies,” he murmured. “I can’t even explain how much I love you right now.”

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: popular!anakin x f!reader

You weren’t sure how you ended up here. Pressed against the lockers, ANAKIN SKYWALKER's body caging you in, his stupid, smug smirk inches from your face.

It had started with a stupid bet. A really stupid bet. A single, harmless wager.

"She’s gonna say yes."

"No, she won’t." You scoffed with confidence of a school nerd that read too many books, too many scientific artickles

"Bet on it, sweetheart?"

You should have known. He always wins.

You watched as your best friend, the smartest, kindest person you knew, blushed like crazy when one of Anakin’s friends—one of the popular ones of course— stumbled through an awkward, nervous confession. Did all of the popular guys fell over smart girls?

Before you could even respond yourself to this question, your friend had said yes. Your shy, geeky friend who talks about nothing but freaking planets and starts said yes to some guy who is on hockey team..

And now? You owed Anakin a freaking kiss.

"A deal’s a deal," he murmurs, voice low, teasing, as his arms rested on either side of you, effectively pinning you against the cold metal with no care that you're in the middle of the school's building

You frantically glanced round, heat crawling up your neck. People are watching. Some giggling, some whispering, some straight-up staring.

"Ani, let me go—"

"Mmm, no. You lost. You don’t get to run away now, sweetheart."

You glared at him, narrowing your eyes as he just keeps grinning, tilting his head. God, you hated how pretty he looked when he was enjoying himself.

Fine. You’ll give him a quick peck, just to get this over with.

You stood on your toes, aiming for his nose—

He dodged.

Your lips brush his.

Your stomach drops. He caught your wrist, holding you there, breath hot against your face.

"Uh-uh. You know what I want," he whispers.

You feel like you’re burning alive. His lips part just slightly, eyes dropping to your mouth.

And everyone is still watching.

"You wouldn’t." voice is a breath.

His fingers curl around your waist, pulling you closer. His mouth nearly brushes yours again.

"Now that's a really weak faith in me, sweetpie"

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

SAM MONROE hates this.

Absolutely, unequivocally, fucking hates this.

Because right now, he's standing in the middle of some overpriced toy store, holding a damn teddy bear with a heart on it.

He looks at it. The bear looks back.

"Stupid," he mutters under his breath, glaring at the thing like it's personally offended him. But his mom's voice keeps ringing in his head - «Samuel, he’s a baby. Let him have something cute for Valentine’s»

Like Vinnie gives a shit about Valentine's. He’s 20 months old. He doesn’t know what a Valentine is. He only knows two things: clinging to Sam like a koala and making grabby hands at anything that looks fluffy.

Still. He buys the damn bear.

Vinnie loves the bear, of course

The second Sam plopped it in front of him, his little hands grabbed at it, pulling it close to his tiny body, gasping wildly at the new toy. Those baby giggles filled the whole damn room, squeaky and breathy, and it’s—fuck. It’s cute. Annoyingly, stupidly cute.

Vinnie pressed his face against the bear’s soft fur, nuzzling into it like it’s the greatest thing he’s ever owned.

"This is stupid."

Sam is currently wedged inside a tiny-ass plastic tunnel in the middle of some indoor play area at the mall.

Vinnie, meanwhile, is having the time of his damn life.

The second they got here, he made a beeline for the obstacle course. Bright colors, soft mats, a giant pool filled with plastic balls—it was like a baby fever dream.

So now Sam is crawling through the world’s tightest tunnel, hunched over like some awkward, miserable gremlin. He is sure he'll get stuck in the another one.

Vinnie giggles up ahead, tiny feet wobbling forward as fast as they can take him while passing through the sweaty, too happy kids. He doesn’t give a shit that Sam is suffering.

“Dude, slow down,” Sam groans, trying to maneuver through the cramped space. “I’m, like, ten times your size.”

Vinnie just shrieks in excitement, stumbling out of the tunnel and straight into the ball pit. He disappeared for a second—just vanished under the sea of plastic balls—before resurfacing with the happiest, drooliest grin ever.

Sam is sure someone made a pop down there.

And he wants to be mad. He really does. But god, Vinnie is cute. Too cute. How the hell is it possible it's his genes?

He sighs, finally reaching the opening and sliding into the ball pit with a lot less grace.

Plastic balls go flying.

Someone did a pop, he is sure of it. He remembers it. He won't forget it.

Vinnie lets out a shriek-laugh, grinning so hard it looks like it physically hurts whole he claps those pudgy hands at them doing something extraordinary toge

Sam acts annoyed, but when Vinnie wobbles up to him and throws his tiny arms around his neck, Sam just��melts.

"Alright, alright, don't get all clingy," he mutters, but his arms wrap around Vinnie on instinct, securing him close.

Vinnie just giggles, face squishing against Sam’s collarbone.

“You like this, huh?” Sam sighs, chin resting on his son’s curly hair.

Vinnie babbles something completely incoherent, but his happiness is loud and clear.

He presses a small, secret kiss to the top of Vinnie’s head “Happy Valentine’s, dude.”

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?

𑁍༚༅༚♡༚༅༚𑁍

PAIRING: preschool!sweetheart!anakin x preschool!reader

Chalk and damp wood chips, that's how you'd describe this place. The preschool's playground. February air you found as crisp but definitely slightly warmed by the midday sun. Tiny boots pattered against the pavement as kids played, their giggles and shouts echoing across the yard.

You were sitting on the red-painted bench outside the classroom, swinging your legs while peeling the wrapper off your juice box straw. You didn’t notice the little boy running towards you—until he skidded to a stop, breathing hard, golden curls hidden under his little beanie

ANAKIN SKYWALKER. Your best best friend

And the one who always gave you the biggest piece of his cookie at snack time.

He clutched something behind his back, cheeks pink from the wind—or maybe from something else. He fidgeted, scuffing his shoe against the ground.

“I—I made something for you,” he finally said, voice soft, nervous.

You blinked. “You did?”

With a dramatic inhale, he revealed his hands—tiny, gloved fingers holding up a chocolate cupcake, slightly lopsided, but decorated with a heart-shaped sprinkle on top.

Your lips parted in surprise. “You made that?”

“With my mom,” he quickly clarified, shuffling closer. “I told her it’s special ‘cause it’s for you.”

Your heart fluttered, warmth spreading across your chest. Anakin bit his lip, suddenly looking unsure.

“…Do you like it?”

“Annie.” You beamed, carefully taking the cupcake from his little hands. “It’s so pretty! I love chocolate!”

His whole face lit up, those blue eyes sparkling like the sky.

“Really?” he asked, to which you nodded

Anakin’s shoulders dropped in relief. Then, he looked down, toeing the dirt once more. “…So, um.” His hands were in his pockets now, voice quieter than before. “You’ll be my Valentine, right?”

Your little heart nearly burst.

You grinned, cheeks blushing. “i'd love to, Annie.”

He perked up instantly, the most genuine happiness washing over his features. Then, before you could react—he quickly leaned forward, pressing the softest, warmest, tiniest kiss to your cheek before immediately turning red, hiding his face behind his hands.

Your giggles filled the air, and Anakin, despite his shyness, peeked through his fingers to see you smiling at him. Looking down at your cupcake, you teared it in half. Well, one piece bigger than the other, and offered the bigger one to Ani

He hesitated "my mommy says that to be a gentleman you have to let go of nice things for the others.." he mumbled

"Oh..but please?"

"I--if it'll make you happy then okay" he plopped on the bench next to you, taking the cupcake's piece from your little hand before biting into it

When he swallowed the small slice, and you were focused on your own piece, he asked “…Can I be your Valentine forever?” he mumbled, to which you nodded sweetly, with childish innocence

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

BUNNYTINE MASTERLIST

♡ CLAYTON BERESFORD (fluff)

♡ SWEETHEART!ANAKIN SKYWALKER (fluff)

♡ JAMES KELLY (smut)

♡ TEENAGE DAD!SAM MONROE (fluff)

♡ TEENAGE DAD!SAM MONROE (fluff)

♡ PRESCHOOL!SWEETHEART!ANAKIN (fluff)

♡ MAFIA!ANAKIN (fluff)

♡ NERD!ANAKIN (fluff)

♡ NERD!ANAKIN (fluff)

♡ SCOTT BARRINGER (fluff)

♡ POPULAR!ANAKIN (fluff)

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Scott Barringer (or wtv reader you see fit) taking reader to a amusement park for bunnytine please 🙂‍↕️🙇🏻‍♀️ with the cliche cotton candy sharing and those ball games they play to win stuffed animals UAGHHH

- 🐇

It was Valentine’s Day, and though SCOTT BARRINGER didn't seem like the type to make a big deal out of it, there was something undeniably sweet about his excitement when he invited you to the amusement park. Maybe because you were important for him, and since 14th February seemed like a day for couples, he had to do something. Park itself was nothing but bright lights, laughter, and a sense of childhood nostalgia in the air. He’d been teasing you all week about him taking you somewhere special, making sure to mention how he’d planned to make it the most fun day ever--no matter the weather, the situation, no matter everything

"Ready for the most fun day of your life?" he said with a grin, hand brushing against yours as he gently took it in his. It was funny, really--how you two had come to this moment. Both of you still a little shy, still figuring this... thing you had, but each time you spent with Scott made everything just a little clearer

You nodded, looking up at the towering rollercoaster in the distance, then all around the loud place "What should we do first?"

He chuckled, adam's apple moving up and down as the sound of his laughter vibrated through his throat, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. "We’re gonna win you a stuffed animal. That’s the classic thing you do at places like this."

You could already feel your excitement building at the thought of it. It was silly, sure, but something about the whole atmosphere happening around you--the lights, games, music, and the warmth of his hand in yours--made it all feel special.

First stop tho? The cotton candy stand. You didn't care about the stuffed animal...yet. At the sign of pink cotton candy you practically bounced out of your shoes, dragging Scott after you. "You know, I might get one of these, but I’m not gonna look very cool eating it."

You raised an eyebrow, grinning. "I don't need you to..unless you want me to take a picture" you teased. The sugary pink clouds of cotton candy were wrapped around a stick and handed to you. Passing through crows of people, you both sat down by a bench near the Ferris wheel, giggling as you took turns biting into the soft, sugary treat and watching others have a good time as well

Scott smiled, eyes flickering back to you. His blue orbits softened when he spotted a cotton candy glued to your chin "You're adorable when you get sugar on your face," he teased gently, reaching over to wipe a small bit of pink sugar with his thumb. He never really got too forward, too touchy, as if he didn't want to scare you away. Yet, you could still see the softness in him that was hidden under his skin

The afternoon flew quickly--hopping between games, watching couples laugh, and him telling you silly jokes here and there. Scott was the kind of guy who never rushed, taking his time and soaking in the small joys, like the little whir of the carousel or the way you laughed, acting like an excited kid who got their candy when you won your first small prize. You caught him smiling at you more than once when you were in pure joy.

"Alright," he said, leading you to one of those booths where you could knock down the cans to win a prize. "Let’s see if I can win you something nice."

You watched, amused, as Scott grabbed a heavy ball, brows furrowing in concentration. He was so determined, biting his lip. And then, with a flick of his wrist, the ball flew and--thud--down went all the cans.

You stared, wide-eyed. "No way...you actually did it?"

Scott shrugged, a cocky grin stretching across his face. "Guess it’s just all about focus."

"Well, I guess that’s me winning a stuffed bear," you said, still gaping. He handed it to you, the oversized teddy bear almost as big as you. You couldn’t help but grin at how big the thing was, yet how soft in the touch.

Later you both walked around, now with the bear between you, as you approached a booth for a photo. Scott wasn’t much for photos, but he let you drag him to the booth, of course.

As the night began to settle in, the sky turning darker, the Ferris wheel began to light up, its lights sparkling against the sky like stars. Scott didn’t hesitate for a second to pull you in, guiding you onto the Ferris wheel to show you how the park looks from above. The view from the top was incredible--the entire park lit up beneath you, people walking around, laughing, and music playing from every corner. Scott was quiet some moments, maybe already tired or just cherishing the seconds that flew by with you. Nonetheless, he just held your hand, thumb brushing the back of your knuckles as he took in the view. Maybe this year's valentine's weren't the worst after all.

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

BUNNY'S NAVIGATION

Welcome to my blog! It's so nice to have you here :) before i start, i hope you're having a good day/night/afternoon..

I'm agnieszka but you can call me bunny

my inbox is always open to any requests, messages, etc.. this is a safe space!! i don't judge here, i don't gossip - safe space for anyone intrested

I write for:

Hayden Christensen

Anakin Skywalker

Clayton Beresford

Sam Monroe

Scott Barringer

Darth Vader

Kurt

and much more!

Here's my masterlist if you're interested in work I write ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

BUNNY'S MASTERLIST

Check out the BUNNYCEMBER and BUNNYTINE

Join the rabbit family -> 🪻,💝, 💜, 🌺, 🦇,🐇, 🎀, 🦢, 🐮, 🪽, 💀, 🦄, 🫧

Check TEENAGE DAD!SAM MONROE BOT , NERD!ANAKIN and TEENAGE DAD!SCOTT BARRINGER BOT to create your own story!

Take care,

Bunny

dividers by amazing @anitalenia

[awhhayden]

love love as always omg

PAIRING: james kelly x f!reader

Movie played on the tv, warm light casting shadows on the walls covered in dark as JAMES KELLY leaned back against the headboard. The old romance flick is full of sappy dialogue, slow burns, longing stares—the kind of shit he rolls his eyes at.

But you? You love it.

And James loves you.

His rough hand run slow circles over your hip as you laid between his legs, half-watching the screen, half-melting into his touch. Rough fingers brushing under the hem of your shirt—his shirt, one of his old ones, worn and soft, draping down to your thighs.

"Baby," he muttered

You hum in response, mind half-lost in the movie.

He smirks against your shoulder. "You're actually into this?"

You sigh, "It’s romantic."

James scoffed, pressing his lips to your skin. "Yeah? That what you want?" voice is teasing, but there’s a softness underneath it, something so seemingly dangerous. Something so fucking in love.

Your stomach did a flip. You didn't answer. You just shifted, turning in his lap, straddling his thighs. His hands found your waist immediately, fingers pressing into your sides, firm but gentle, holding you like you’re something precious.

"James," you murmured, eyes searching his face.

God, he’s beautiful.

His hands slide up, push under your shirt, palms warm against your bare skin. Slow. Unrushed. Gentle.

Then, he flipped you over.

Your breath caught as he pressed you down onto your stomach, hands so careful as he shifted you onto your knees. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears. James didn't say a word—just hookef his fingers in your panties and slide them down, pressing a kiss to your lower back.

"Gonna take my time with you tonight, baby," he muttered, voice sweet as honey, "wanna feel you."

And then—he sank in.

Deep.

Slow.

Your eyes fluttered shut, a whimper spilling from your lips as James groaned, low and wrecked.

"Shit," he breathes, forehead pressing against your shoulder, "so damn tight, baby."

He moved so slow, so deep, dragging every inch of himself against your walls like he wanted to make sure you feel him. All of him. Like he wanted to ruin you in the softest, sweetest way possible.

You try to focus on the movie. You really do. Especially when your favorite scene unfolds before you. But you simply can't.

Not when James is touching you like this.

His fingers slipped down to rub slow circles against your clit, free hand firm on your waist, keeping you close. Breathing is ragged, lips brushing against your shoulder as he mutters, "Can't even keep your eyes open, huh?"

You barely register his words, lost in the slow, dragging pleasure. You shook your head, whining, "Shh, Jimmy."

He chuckled, but it’s breathless, almost wrecked.

"Yeah?" He pressed his lips against your neck, thrusting slowly and steadily, rolling his hips in a rhythm that feels like heaven. "That good, baby?"

You nod, whimpering, "So good, Jimmy. So—so good."

His pace never picked up, never got too rough—just stayed deep, steady, just perfect. Large hands were everywhere—stroking your waist, massaging your hips, fingers slipping between your legs, making sure you feel everything he has to give

"Love you," he breathed "Love you so damn much, baby."

Your heart clenched.

Because James? He doesn’t say that often. He doesn’t throw words around like confetti. He doesn’t do grand gestures or romantic speeches.

But when he says it—he means it.

And right now he's also showing it.

Showing it in the way he holds you. The way he touches you. The way he loves you so deep, so slow, so good, it makes your bones ache, muscles spasm.

And when you finally fall apart, shaking, breathless, he’s right there with you. Holding you through it, pressing soft, lingering kisses along your spine, whispering how much he loves you, how good you were, how beautiful you are to him.

Afterwards, he didn't let you go.

Not even when the movie ends. Not even when the room fades back into it's own darkness. Not even for a second.

Because James Kelly? He might not do Valentine’s the way other men do.

But he loves you every damn day.

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