#HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUBBY I MEAN-

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lil cutie, hap birfdai hitmayn !1!1!1!111!1!1!11!!!!1!

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more unexpected role plss! more Ollie and other drivers (pls add dino beganovic loll)

Thank you so much for this request!!! I love the interactions between Lily and the drivers.

An unexpected role (pt.9) | cl16

Summary: you revealed your little secret to your date, you didn't expect he would take it so well. Warning: angst at the end but mostly fluff as usual.

Check the series! part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

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ynusername happy birthday Lily! I can't believe you're already three years old my sweet girl 🥺🥺 it seems like it was yesterday that you came into my life 💗💗 thank you for giving me the opportunity to be your mommy 🤍 your daddy and I will love you till the end of time!

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lilymhe happy birthday to the little flower of the paddock 🌸🌸

itslolasss Happy birthday to my cute niece 🥺🫶🏻🫶🏻

olliebearman oww, my little sister princess it's going to have a blasttt!🥳

ynusername don't doubt that son who is not my son!

arthur_leclerc LFGGGGGG PARTY ALL NIGHT

charles_leclerc arthur shut up my baby is only three 😭

user15 happy birthday little lily!!!🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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charles_leclerc happy birthday to my little butterfly! 🦋 oh my girl, you don't know how much I love and adore you, you and your mommy have made me the happiest of all 🤍 I know that even though I wasn't there from the beginning, rest assured that dada will always love you and protect you from all the bad things out there 💕💕

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scuderiaferrari happy birthday lily ❤️❤️🥳

charlesupdates16 oh god, happy birthday little lily, we love you ❤️❤️

leclerc_pascale joyeux anniversaire à ma jolie petite princesse 💗💗 (happy birthday to my pretty little princess)

charles_leclerc merci maman 🤍🤍 (thank you mom)

oscarpiastri happy birthday to my little sister who is not my little sister 🩷🩷✨

ynusername thank you aussie son who is not my son 🤍

charles_leclerc oh god 😂 thank you son ❤️❤️🥳

ynusername oh, hubby, thank you for always being there for us 🥺 you don't know how much we love you and appreciate you so much

charles_leclerc thank you for giving me a family, wifey 🩷🩷

arthur_leclerc WTF DO YOU MEAN BY WIFEY?!#!

ynusername lol arthur_leclerc

It's the most anticipated day for you and Charles... Lily is turning three, since yesterday you've been a little (quite) emotional about it and it's because you feel immense happiness to have Lily in your life. And even though Charles hasn't been with you from the beginning, you know he feels that way too, because he's been an exceptional dad to Lily and you really appreciate that, you never tire of telling him that.

The night before you and Charles' carefully decorated Lily's room with colourful balloons and a few gifts, you know how much she likes it.

Already in the morning you and Charles carefully enter Lily's room, you gently move Lily. “Good morning my little baby! Happy birthday princess!” you say softly.

Lily yawned and rubs her eyes. “Mamaa!”

You lean in and give Lily a big hug and kiss. “Can you believe it? You're three years old today! That's so grown-up!”

Charles walks over to Lily and hugs her and spins her around, making her laugh out loud.

“Happy birthday to my little superstar! Look at all these beautiful and colourful balloons for you!” he smiles widely.

Lily gasped excitedly. “Balloons! Thank you, Dada!” she says while hugging him.

You bring out a wrapped present for Lily.

“Here's a special gift just for you, Lily. Can you guess what it is?” Lily shakes her head. “Why don't you check it out for yourself honey?” you say.

Lily approaches the gift and tears off the wrapping paper, she squeals with delight. “It's a princess doll! Just like on TV! Thank you mama! Thank you dada!” she hugs you two.

Charles ruffles Lily's hair. “Let's head downstairs for a breakfast fit for a birthday princess!”

You, Lily, and Charles head to the kitchen, where a table is set with pancakes, fruit, and a special birthday cake, Lily smiles in surprise.

“Pancakes! I love cakes!” Lily giggled, you smiled at Charles.

You chuckled. “Well, the birthday pancakes were daddy's idea.”

She smiled. “Daddy! Pancakes!”

Charles blushed. “Only the best breakfast for a little birthday princess!”

You all sit down and enjoy breakfast together, laughing and talking about Lily's birthday. The truth is you hope that this day is quite calm and pleasant for your family, it has been a long time since you felt like this, especially on Lily's birthdays.

***

You and Charles are a little busy decorating the living room and looking for snacks and drinks in the kitchen for Lily's party when you hear a knock at the door.

“Charles my love, can you get that?” you asked him.

“Sure thing darling.” he smiles.

Charles opens the door and smiles at the visitors. One good thing about always taking Lily, almost always, to the paddock is that she makes good friends with the drivers.

“Hello there boys! It's so good to see you.” he smiled at the drivers. “Chérie, tell me we have alcoholic drinks for the boys.” he shouts towards the kitchen where you are. (honey)

You shake your head. “Yes, there are, but I don't want drunk drivers in my house Leclerc. It's a kid's party!” you say. “Anyway, come in boys!”

Oscar, Ollie, and Dino step inside, each carrying a gift for Lily.

Oscar smiles. “Hi guys, where's Lily? We brought her a little something!” he says while holding a small bag with smiling suns.

Ollie nods. “Yeah, we hope she likes our gifts!”

“She'll love it!” says Dino.

Lily comes running out of the hall, her eyes wide with excitement, she giggles while looking at the boys.

“Osc Osc!” she babbled while running towards Oscar. “Dinosaur!” she said referring to Dino.

“Hello there little lily!” says Dino smiling at her, she giggled.

The boys give her gifts, including a princess castle, coloring books and crayons, and a toy race car Lily starts playing with the car, giggling and laughing.

You smile at the scene. “Boys, thank you so much for coming. It means a lot to Lily!”

Ollie smiles. “It's our pleasure y/n. We love spending time with her!” he says while Oscar and Dino nod in agreement.

“Why don't you guys sit down and have a drink? We're just about ready for the party.” says Charles smiling.

The drivers thank Charles and make themselves comfortable on the couch.

Lily runs over to you. “Mommy, can we play with my new car? And my princesses!” she asks.

You caress her hair. “Of course, sweetie. Let's go play in the garden!”

You and Lily go outside to play, leaving Charles and the drivers to chat.

Later, the party starts, with friends and family gathered around to celebrate Lily's birthday. The drivers join in the fun, playing games, eating cake, and making Lily feel special.

The party is in full swing when you hear a car pull up outside, Charles goes to answer the door and returns with a big smile on his face.

“Mom! Arthur! Lorenzo! Come in guys!”

Pascale, Arthur, and Lorenzo enter the house, each carrying a gift for Lily.

“Happy birthday, my darling granddaughter! You're growing up so fast!” says Pascale hugging Lily.

Arthur crouches down to be level with Lily. “Here's a present for you, Lily. I hope you like it.”

Lorenzo smiles. “My gift will be her favorite!”

“Shut up Lolo!” says Arthur.

Lily giggled as her eyes light up as she unwraps the gifts.

“Yay! Thank you, Thur, Lolo and grandma!” Lily says running towards them to hug them, you smile seeing her so happy and fulfilled.

Pascale and the boys join in the festivities, playing games with Lily and chatting with the other guests. Charles puts an arm around his mother's shoulders.

“I'm so glad you could all make it.” says Charles hugging his mother.

“We wouldn't miss it for the world dear. Lily's a very special girl.”

Suddenly you hear a joyful scream.

“Arthur! Oh my god, you're here mate!” it was Dino screaming when he saw Arthur.

Arthur laughed and smiled. “Dino! Oh god, I missed you buddy!” he said and then he run towards Dino... Obviously without nearly tripping over the coffee table.

“Arthur!” said Pascale scolding him.

He blushed. “Sorry maman.” he said softly.

Arthur and Dino hugged each other while Ollie and Oscar recorded the moment... Which will probably end up on Instagram as a meme.

As the day goes on, the party continues to be a joyful celebration of Lily's birthday. The family and friends enjoy each other's company, create lasting memories, and make Lily feel loved and appreciated.

***

The party is winding down and Lily is starting to get tired, she yawns while she makes her little hands for you to carry her.

“Mama, i feel 'eepy.” she says softly while holding Mimi.

You smile. “It's okay my love, let's go up, okay? Tomorrow we can continue playing more with daddy, alright?” Lily yawns and nods, agreeing to go to sleep.

As you're putting Lily to bed, you hear a loud knock at the door.

Charles shouts from below. “I'll get it, amour.” (love)

Charles opens the door, and your parents stand there, their faces filled with anger and surprise, they didn't expect to see Charles at your house, much less did he expect to see his in-laws for the first time.

“Where's my daughter? Where's my granddaughter?” your mother says, somewhat upset.

“You think you can just hide from us? Little wretch.” your father says trying to push the door, but Charles stops him.

Your parents try to barge past Charles, but he stands his ground. You are still in Lily's room reading her a nursery story, while trying to disperse the sound of the argument that is happening downstairs.

“Not so fast, sir, ma'am. This is my home and that of my wife and our daughter! You have no right to come in here and demand anything at all.” says Charles in a loud voice.

Your mother pretends to be offended. “How dare you? They are my daughter and my granddaughter!”

“We are their family, not you.” your father says furiously.

“I have been more than a father to Lily and a partner to y/n than you ever could be. I've loved them, cared for them, and raised Lily with her amazing mother... Mother whom you abandoned when she was pregnant with Lily, or did you forget that detail, huh?” Charles sighs, a little stressed. “Also, showing up at your granddaughter's third birthday party just to "meet" her doesn't seem like the best scenario to me.” Charles says and it seems he hit the nail on the head, because your parents are furious.

Your parents' faces turn red with anger.

“We had our reasons for kicking y/n out of the house.” your mother says. “We... We didn't know it was Lily's birthday.” she whispered.

“It wasn't our fault.” your father mentioned.

Charles grimaces. “It doesn't matter, get out of here!”

Your parents continue to argue and demand to see you and Lily, but Charles remains firm.

“I won't let you hurt my family.” Charles' muttered.

Eventually, your parents realize they won't be able to force their way in and leave, muttering threats as they go.

Charles let out a long sigh and you come downstairs, relieved that the confrontation is over.

You hugged him. ”Thank you, Charles. You were amazing with them.”

He smiled. “Anything for my family love, anything.” he made a pause. “Although... I don't think I made a good first impression with them.” you giggled softly.

“Don't worry about them hubby. We have us three and I think that's totally enough.” you caressed his face.

You two giggled and share a comforting hug, grateful for the protection he's provided for you and Lily. Like you said, you have each others back and that's enough for your little family. At the end of the day, you have the love of your friends and Charles' family and that is more than enough.

[shuamorollss]

unfortunate unexpectations — l.hs x f!reader

In an everyday attempt to avoid the man you eternally loath. Of course, the universe isn't always by your side as you accidentally reach a dead end, with no other choice but to dance with him.

romcom, regency era, enemies2lovers, just cute bickering warnings— not proofread, first time writing this kind of trope pls bear with me. 2.6k wc + reblogs are greatly appreciated!

author's note— I'm back again with another piece ( I'll disappear for a few months after this)! I wrote this exactly on Hee's bday but I only decided to post it now since i didn't really feel satisfied with this when i finished this a few days ago :/ i still don't so I may delete this when I'm in the mood to make changes ^_^ BUT HERE IT IS!! Happy belated birthday to my hubby wubby @Heeseung 😅❤️❤️

perm tags— @jangwonie @jungwonize @luhvlyuna @w3bqrl @ineedaherosavemeenow @leaderwon

"Would you be so kind and get that for me?"

Oh how annoying. You thought, gently tricking your finger up to block your ears and releasing in an instant, wanting the bothering itchiness to fade. His arms stretched beside you reaching to the the man holding a tray with glasses of wine.

Oh how you knew he did it intentionally.

Heeseung's boldness to give you an order was extraordinary, baffling even. You were not in a higher position than him, and he wasn't much higher than you, though he was just there, and heeseung didn't want to play the "he was just there" role in your life. He always feels the need to spite you at any given time, similar to a cricket making noises while you attempt to sleep.

Though much to his dismay, you certainly do show his own place as just a nobody in your existence; to which he never seems to catch the hint of your unintrestment.

Or he might do, only walking in and out of your life in terms of spitting utter nonsense to your peace.

Honestly, it did work. It made you fume and it certainly made you want to do more than just give out the usual glare and other threatening expressions to the other.

You turn around with utter confidence, meeting the man's eyes unbothered. Your eyes observed his structure, his unfortunately dashing attire, and his pretentious face.

As you check out the details of his sleeves, your eyes darted to Heeseung's exact shift of expression, smirking.

It was certainly expected, yet so mind flaming. You'd rather just explode right then and there than to keep up with whatever he wants to pull to you.

"You know, if a lady looks at someone from head to toe for too long it must mean that they yearn for that someone." He lets out a prideful scoff, eyes mockingly going through you as he sips from the wine glass.

Disbelief in what you heard, you halted your eyes from any further notice. Proceeding to roll your eyes at the man who had unknowingly tinted your cheeks red.

"Don't be silly, I was looking at your outfit. Actually baffling but not surprising for you to wear something so… Eye-vomiting." you spit. Twirling against his view and proceeding to waltz away from his standing figure, not setting a single glance at the man behind you. A fuming smoke sets up your chest at the realization of what you had just done to that awful of a man.

You explore more of the manor by yourself, enthralled by every piece of art plastered on the clean walls. You found an inner piece at the volume of the hallway, no noble bands performing and people crowding the room as they tap their feets and hearts out, it is truly a wonder to feel.

"Lady Y/N!"

Of course, every pinch of euphoria has their cut to its end, as one of your acquaintances calls you out.

"Oh, Lady… Lily? Was it?" You asked softly and loudly, as the woman clicked her heels towards you.

The girl smiles, "Oh yes! Though please, just call me Li."

"Alright, Lady Li."

…

For moments to what felt like hours, chit-chatting with Lady Li as you both walk around the manor corridors. The both of you had now reached your very destination which was the party itself that you so desperately want to be separated with.

You timidly smile at the girl beside you, eyes widened agitatedly at the crowd. "Uhm, Lady Li," The other nodded, her eyes also seemed to be searching through the sea of nobles.

"Why did we decide to return to this room?"

Lily simpers her smile as her eyes turn fixated on one figure, "There he is!— Thank you so much Lady Y/N for keeping me company through the manor." She gives you thanks, walking away with delight eventually linking arms with a man who Lady Li might have been searching for. great.

Another woman infested with men's validation, how unfortunate.

Your eyebrows furrow as you stare at the couple in disbelief, letting out a brief sigh at the thought of almost every woman here might be just like that.

"Feeling all bitter now, are we Lady Y/N?", you trembled at the sensation of his teasing breath tickling your ear.

"What on— oh... it's you again."

"The one and only." Heeseung lets out a ridiculous triumphant smile, the smile that makes you feel itchy in all aspects of your body, it was extremely bothersome reaching to the point you would rip your hair out to the unspeakable rage you feel for the male.

"Don't make that face now, a real lady doesn't do that, well— that is, if you are even a lady." He chuckled, always digging deeper into your little actions in an attempt to reach you to the edge. How delightful.

"Your words remind me so much of my younger brother's pitiful counters." You face the opposite once more, your heartbeat slowing down at each step you take far from Heeseung, hoping to have a similar instance from earlier to happen once more.

Unfortunately, the things one desires don't really happen twice. As you hear the footsteps of the man through the crowded noise, the only shattered expectation you wish did not.

"Oh so I remind you of your family now? How thoughtful." His smirk added to his audacious response that could be sensed at such a distance you didn't even know was possible without even taking another look.

"It means you're just as annoying as my brother, don't take it as a compliment."

"I presume older sisters still love their annoying brothers nevertheless, so that must mean you secretly feel that way for me too if I remind you so much of your annoying brother."

"Oh how great, you can go stay in your own personal pride zone Mr. Lee, though that zone, will tell you to cut it out very soon."

"I doubt that, I think I can sense what's true and not true."

"Being ever so ethical now, aren't you?"

"You know what they say… I am that of a gentleman."

"Well so ethical now anymore, 'cause, you see… you claim to be a gentleman which in fact is ridiculously wrong, no, you're not a gentleman."

"Okay lady, I figured that was a mouthful to sneer."

Your eyes widened, subconsciously sighing aggravatingly, utterly lost of the others' words. "Please don't follow me."

"I'm not following you."

"You are? Don't make me feel stupid."

"I don't think I'm doing that."

You continued to walk further and further, you don't know where, it could be just anywhere to be out of this man's grasp.

not even reaching an uncomfortable minute of making your way, Heeseung finally made it way up to you for god-know-what reason.

Only a few more threads left to untangle until you implode, besides showing this man what you're capable of doing, you weren't about to do anything in front of hundreds of people.

You swiftly turn to face the man following, "Look Mr. Lee, don't even attempt to come and step closer—" the hissy grin never ever fading from his look. Before you snap even further, you raise your head as the lights suddenly turn dim, the current music start to tone down as the band plays a new mellow romance.

The both of you faced your worries, silently questioning the sudden change of atmosphere.

"Now, it is time for the party where the gentleman… dances with the first lady they set their eyes on, Amuse-toi bien!"

…

..

.

His eyes were on you, and yours on him. Slowly developing the idea you most certainly would refuse to believe.

"No." You shook your head promptly with no hesitation.

"Y/N."

"No, don't even"

"Y/N—"

"No. Not ever. Never in my life. Never in a millennia. You can serve the mediocrity of mediocrity— I am not even paying attention to what I'm saying, but just so you know, I am not dancing with you."

You groaned continuously at his spews, this chit chatter going nowhere at all. Heeseung was also growing exhausted of your opposed responses. Hearing your never ending hatred for him is never known to him, although being in this position during an all rounded dance segment, he was not about to embarrass himself in front of such nobilities.

"Y/N just—" His hand abruptly slid up your waist sending your internal nerves through every stage of shockwaves.

"What are you—" Your words began to halt from his tightened grip, slowly putting power on pulling you closer… and closer… too close to say the least.

"Just this once, we don't want to leave a bad impression at a party we're just mere visitors at." His breath fanned your neck and sent shivers down your spine. Truly a feeling between his embrace that you have never felt before.

Too much of a guilt to even feel, considering this is the man you swore your whole life to loath yet here you are. No other way of escape out of this man's grasp, other than to spend a minute and more with him following the melodious rhythm serenading within the whole room.

"Fine. This doesn't change the fact that I want to scar my name on your face."

"How romantic." His lips curved sarcastically, eyes shifts into pure mockery as it lays on you. You couldn't say if you were teased by his softly menacing gaze or comforted by it. Eitherway, you couldn't register the right words.

"Besides," Heeseung continues, eyes darting away from yours, looking elsewhere within the ballroom, suddenly a light flashes your vision, snapping you back to your current position, right in front of Lee Heeseung.

"I don't even think we could get away from this anyway, we're literally in the middle of the dance floor." His head shifts in every direction to deem his assumption correct, which you mirrored.

It's true, the both of your are really in the middle of the ballroom.

You felt blockage on your throat, as if your vocal chords refused to spit words out of your mouth. The close proximity between you and Heeseung felt extremely new, you wanted to escape it so quickly yet, quite in a state of culture shock of his careful and kind demeanor as his every step to the rhythm of the music are seemingly careful not to make a mistake or you could say in other words, step on you.

The distance soothes, your hands still intact as the both of you walk in circles. His gaze locked onto you as if a man had seen the beauty of the moon for the very first time. He was allured, not only to the sight of your eyes but also your entire attire.

Who was he kidding? He was making fun of how you looked earlier, or was it you who taunted his? Even he couldn't remember. What is this contact causing him?

His eyes followed the direction of your eyes shifting all the way to your linked hands rising, following the rhythm and everyone else's. Only then Heeseung was able to return to his composure.

Being quiet with you didn't exactly make him feel like himself. It's indeed a peculiar case, his eyes fixated on your focused figure attempting for a thought, any words, any attacks, frankly quite anything.

"I feel conceived Lady Y/N," He started, your eyes now transferring to the man.

"Did you walk all the way here on purpose just to lure me in this dance?" He smirks, deeply hoping he did not look ridiculous in your eyes, which in fact, he did look ridiculous to you, though in basic sense, he always does.

You scoffed, "Don't be such a crude, I was walking away from you, or if you didn't understand that, I was escaping you. however, you followed me. If anything, you expected this dance to happen beforehand." You sneered at your words, feeling vastly proud of regaining the upper hand.

"Now now, shifting the blame onto me?" He jokingly asked, swaying forward and backward, then continuing to circle in unison.

"Well, I couldn't be wrong." Your raised your brows at the man, receiving a tuneful chuckle.

"You're ever so ethical now aren't you?"

you scoffed, "Touché."

After a few warm-hearted rhythms, the distance slowly basking in, his hand starts to tenderly slide from your hand up to your shoulder. Now facing your back at a dangerously close proximity. The way his fingertips barely made contact onto your skin yet it still tickled, sending you into unreasonable wonders.

Lee Heeseung? Sending you to unreasonable wonders?

"What if I tell you that I really expected this dance to happen and followed you to be able to have this dance with you?" he breathes out.

Your mind stood place, frozen. It couldn't function solely because of those words.

You knew this was his tactic of his obvious teasing yet... that had sent your heart into places you did not expect for it to reach. Your breathing abruptly stopping at every emphasis you place into his words.

It wasn't any different for the man, he was hellishly anxious.

The way his hand stood still on your shoulder, then slowly sliding it down to your hand the same thing he had done at the start. He felt crazy, he couldn't grasp the feeling whether he's disgusted at this contact or was it, satisfactory?

Heeseung's breath unawaringly hitched in unison to yours.

The high-rising tension the both of you are desperate to escape yet… would embrace it more long.

As Heeseung's hand reached your hand, the distance once more soothes, or did soothe for you? Did it to him?

One spin had the same closeness return, now you two are entirely facing each other.

How did this moment feel too slow? normally the dance routine did not walk this type of pace before, usually it happens quickly before the music finally comes to its end.

The silence echoed immediately through the other's ears, having the slight worry of gkving you discomfort.

Worried? Heeseung, really?

Heeseung lets himself battle his own internal conflicts as the outer silence continued. You were in a desperate measure of developing a genius idea for a comeback yet none came into mind. The unexplained whimsical threw you off, the fact this man had to send you in this type of frenzy was never in your lists of expectations.

Yet now, at this very moment, changed your very view on your surroundings.

All because of this very man you swore to loath ever since his eyes laid on you.

One last twirl to the maiden as the band's instruments faded into the void, completing the romantic waltz.

As everyone in the middle applauded their elegant and coordinated routine just now, both you and heeseung processed your breathledd tension just earlier.

Finally having all the words reached the right parts of your brain, finally having control of your conscious, your hatred to the man came back with it.

"Aww, you really do feel deep adoration for me, Lee Heeseung." you politely curtsied. contrasting to the tone of your voice, as you reply to the man's words from a few minutes back.

Heeseung lets out a chuckle, "You know what? Maybe I do have a thing for such abominations."

"Haha. Aren't you a clever guy." You gave him a wide infuriating smile, as you turn around walking away from his presence, now leaving the man at the middle of the dance floor.

It was a peculiar state for you. You swore you completely lie instense hatred for the man, yet now you're smiling at his mere words that usually drives you to banging your head on the wall, sometimes the urge to bang his head on the wall.

Yet what happened just earlier felt, extremely out of place, something you couldn't quite explain for the time being.

You were conflicted about being bothered by it.

How it bothered your feelings, bothered you deeply.

A memory that surely the both of you would engrave in later lifetime.

.

..

...

"Wow, she called me clever."

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[the-writer-arrived]

Lonely Birthdays No More

Synopsis: in alhaitham's opinion, birthdays are like any other days, ordinary. on this year's february 11th, alhaitham starts to think it's not so bad to treat one's birthday as a special date once in a while.

Character: alhaitham.

Warnings: gender neutral!reader; established relationship; fluff with no angst *gasps*, down bad haitham is the best haitham.

A/N: something sweet for my first hubby, love you my pookie <3

A/N 2: i'm sorry i promise this is the last time i repost this fic idk why it's been giving me such a headache 😭

Birthday celebrations were something Alhaitham never quite understood the appeal of. Why would you do all that work just to commemorate the day you were born? And why make only that day special? Wouldn't it be better if people used that excitement for something productive and avoid bringing trouble to others?

But alas, not everyone (or anyone in that matter) would share this particular opinion.

It's not a secret that Alhaitham isn't the most social butterfly in all of Sumeru. Even when he was a child, he didn't have any interest in partaking in some meaningless conversations with people he had no desire to interact with, going as far as prefering to stay at home with his grandmother and be self-taught.

Knowing that, it's not surprising that he has never celebrated his birthday with anyone other than his only family. And after his grandmother passed away, the date of his birth became just another ordinary one for him.

Others may consider it sad, but Alhaitham isn't bothered by it nor does he want other people's pity. He'd much rather pass the day in peace and quiet than having to deal with strangers saying happy birthday the whole day and disrupting his work. After all, that was one of his grandmother's wishes: for him to live a peaceful life.

This year, however, he will learn that having a less peaceful day isn't as bad as he believed.

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Alhaitham stands at the entrance of his living room, staring at his roommate with a deadpan look. It's far too early in the morning (in the grumpy scribe's opinion) for him to deal with the blond man's sudden desire to redecorate the place.

"What's the meaning of this mess this time, Kaveh?"

"Huh? Oh, you're up already?" The architect steps down the ladder after noticing the other man's presence, leaving to Mehrak to hang the other tip of the decoration on the wall.

"As you can see, I'm putting up the decorations for the party."

"Party? What party?" Alhaitham frowns and takes a proper look around the room. Many colorful adornments fill the space, creating a festive look that seems quite out of place when compared to the rest of the house, the big 'Happy Birthday Alhaitham' on the wall giving the answer he was looking for.

Oh, right. Today is february 11th, his birthday. Is that what all this is for? Kaveh was never one to do such a thing on years prior. No matter, he should put a stop to this before it gets more troublesome.

"Kaveh, I don't--"

"Before you say that you don't want it, I should inform you that this wasn't my idea, but rather of a certain someone's lover. Surely you're not heartless enough to ignore their wish to throw you a party? One which they have been planning for weeks, mind you."

Alhaitham purses his lips, whatever it is that he was about to say being thrown out of the window. He should have known, your behavior the last few days had been quite suspicious, always hurrying from one place to another, meeting many people. You had told him it was for a project, so he didn't think much of it.

He attempts to hide the smile that wishes to bloom in his lips with a sigh. Kaveh, on the other hand, doesn't make any effort to surpress his grin, finding amusing that his roommate folds so easily at the mere mention of you.

Of course, the scribe won't let him have his fun for too long.

"What I meant to say was that I don't think the decoration is nice enough for my tastes." He walks to one of the shelves to get a rather... peculiar ornament (one of many that his roommate tried to convince him to not buy it). "I believe this would be the final touch it needs."

"Are you kidding me?! No way! This thing would throw off the whole aesthetic!"

"Oh? Surely you're not heartless enough to ignore my wishes today of all days?"

This time, it is Kaveh's turn to fall silent. Using his own words against him, how childish can he be?!

With a glare, the architect snatches the ugly statue from Alhaitham's hand while the other leaves to the kitchen with a satisfied expression.

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For a house that has been considered a tad too big for two people to live in, now it seems a bit too small to host a total of seven people. Fortunately, the guests are too preoccupied having fun to be bothered by it.

Cyno has managed to snag Kaveh to his team for a two vs two round of Genius Invocation TCG, the opponent pair being Tighnari and Collei. Meanwhile, Dehya and Nilou watch the intense match from the sidelines, cheering and chatting about various things.

As for Alhaitham, he's much too busy thinking about the one person that hasn't arrived to the party yet. You're the one who planned all this, there's no way you have forgotten about it.

After noticing the scribe's restlessness (something he would deny, despite his shaky leg being a dead giveaway), Nilou told him that you were finishing something important, so that must be what it is keeping you. Still, it has been some time and even the dancer has begun worrying about your whereabouts. You're not one to be this late to an event you've been so excited about.

With one last glance to the clock, Alhaitham raises from his seat, determined to find you.

"I'll be right back."

Ignoring the offers of his friends to accompany him on his search, he goes straight to the door of his house... Only to find you about to open it with your own copy of his key, a nicely wrapped box in your other arm.

You two stare at each other for a few seconds, before he huffs a complaint.

"You're late." He crosses his arms to show you he's upset, but it only makes him look adorable in your eyes, his frown being more of a pout.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." You grin apologetically.

Alhaitham can only sigh in defeat as he brings you inside, this whole situation being a reminder of the strong influence you have over him.

The party was full of life, laughther and good food the whole time.

He received many gifts, even from the Dendro Archon herself, who apologized in her letter for not being able to attend the party but still wished to show her appreciation for all that he does for the Akademiya and Sumeru as a whole.

But, if he had to pick a favorite, it would be yours: a pair of Aranara statues, carved in wood, that resemble you and him. You explained to him that the reason of your tardiness was that you were finish painting them and, considering they would be a gift for him, you had to make it perfect, which made you lose track of time. Despite your efforts, however, the statues ended up looking a bit weird, much to your dismay. Alhaitham didn't mind at all, arguing that the imperfections were what made them perfect in his eyes, not to mention that it's a gift from you, his beloved, there should have been no doubt he would like them.

As the festivities come to an end and the last guest leave with one last 'happy birthday' to him, the scribe can finally relax. As punishment for arriving late, he said you are to stay over tonight, something you were more than happy to agree with.

He finds you in the kitchen, putting away the leftover food in the fridge and finishing cleaning up. He tried to convince you to leave the mess for tomorrow, but of course you wouldn't budge, claiming that it'd be worse for the tomorrow you. Besides, everyone helped cleaning before they left, so there wasn't much to do anyway.

Alhaitham wraps his arms around you from behind and your hand goes straight to his hair, caressing his silver locks so gently that almost makes the man purr. He only allows himself to be more touchy when it's just the two of you and there's no risk of Kaveh accidentaly interrupt the moment since he has already retired for the night, feeling quite tired from waking up quite early to decorate the house.

"Did you have fun today?" You ask, enjoying the warmth of your beloved hugging you.

"I'd give a 8 out of 10, a good score for your first time being a party organizer."

"Well, that was higher than I expected. Still, what made you deduct two points?"

He takes a moment to hum in thought.

"The location is one thing. While it was nice being in the comfort of my own house, having to deal with the clean up at the end was a bit of pain. But that only takes half a point."

"Then, what was so bad that it took me a whole point and a half?" You drop the hand from his hair to turn around to look at him with a frown.

"The fact that you made me worried."

After you arrived, Nilou and Dehya pulled you to the side while Alhaitham was distracted speaking with Collei, to tell you about how your lover had been anxious for your whereabouts. (At least, that's what they thought, not noticing the man glancing at your little group from time to time, having a good guess of what they were telling you).

"I'm sorry, Haitham..."

"It's fine, what matters is that you're okay." He takes one of your hands, observing the small cuts on the skin due to you making the wood carvings, before giving it a kiss. "Thanks for party, I had fun."

He speaks quietly, as if sharing a secret for your ears only. The warmth of his kiss and words travel all the way to your heart, feeling glad that you could make your boyfriend happy on his birthday. Even so, that doesn't stop your playful side to show up.

"I've heard that earnest thanks should be given thrice, so--hmph?!"

He interrupts your cheeky words with his lips, thightening his arms around as he feel you melt under his touch.

Today, Alhaitham has learned that birthday parties were noisy, messy and quite troublesome, but also quite fun. He thinks he won't mind having another next year, the year following that and so on, as long as he has the people he cares about by his side.

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[jakeyzzz]

birthday boy

( a/n : happy birthday jake! I love you SO much and i'm so proud of you ♡ sending so so so much love ! <3 )

this is obviously a birthday special ! 🤭

masterlist ✿⁠ 

( fluff !!!! ) jake x f!reader headcanon

warnings ! - (waking up with jake, mentions of nudity, kissing, happy tears, this is way too cute y'all)

!!! If i missed anything please let me know

!!! english is NOT my first language so please be nice

🤍 1k words 🤍

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Jake's eyes immediately met your sleepy ones as soon as he opened them. He gently rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as his mouth curved into a soft smile, making you giggle quietly. ,,Good morning, birthday boy'' You whispered, kissing his forehead softly. Jake groaned sleepily before quickly pulling you into his arms. ,,Good morning my love...''

Jake had a huge grin on his face. Having you in his arms, feeling your warm skin right against his already made him the happiest man alive. He didn't need anything else. He didn't need a stupid birthday present. He only needed you. 

Jake suddenly attacked you with kisses all over your face, which made you squeal. He laughed at your reaction before kissing your lips gently. 

You immediately melted into the kiss. No matter how many times Jake kissed you, he made every single kiss feel special. He kissed you so beautifully. The way he caressed the skin of your waist when he smiled into the kiss made a million butterflies explode in your stomach. 

In fact, he knew exactly what he was doing.

,,So .. what do you wanna do today ?'' You asked. Jake smiled softly, gently putting a strand of hair behind your ear. 

,,I wanna stay in bed with you all day.'' 

You raised your eyebrow at him, making him giggle. 

His answer didn't surprise you at all. But you still decided to act like it did. 

,, Are you sure ?''

,,More than sure. ''

You smiled at Jake before quickly kissing the tip of his nose. ,,I've got something for you...'' You confessed. Jake sighed. ,,I don't want you to spend any money on me, princess'' 

You smiled cheekily. ,,Don't worry ... I didn't...''

You carefully got up, wrapping your blanket around your naked body before walking to the other side of your shared bedroom. 

,,Nothing I haven't seen before !'' 

You chuckled, rolling your eyes at Jake's comment before quickly grabbing the little gift you prepared for him. You hid it behind your back as you carefully got into your bed again. 

,,Close your eyes, Jakey'' You commanded. Jake grinned as he slowly closed his eyes. 

You gently grabbed his Hand, before placing the gift on the palm of it. Jake slightly flinched, making you giggle. You gently kissed his fingertips as an apology for scaring him before telling him to open his eyes. 

He stared at the small gift for a few seconds before looking at you. 

,,I love it'' He stated. 

,,You haven't even completely seen it yet ! '' You laughed loudly, resting your head against your boyfriend's shoulder. 

,,Yes I know, but it's a lego heart ! Are you kidding me ? I love this !!'' 

You quickly kissed his lips, still giggling.

  ,,You're the most adorable person I've ever met do you know that ? Open the letter, baby ''

Jake carefully put the lego heart aside before taking the colorful envelope into his hand. Again, he stared at it for a few seconds before finally opening it, taking your self written letter out. He smiled widely seeing your handwriting, finding it incredibly cute. 

,,Hi, Hubby. As I'm writing this letter, you're fully asleep on my tummy. It's kinda hard to write a letter and caress your hair at the same time, but it's alright. 

I think can do it.

 I'm writing this letter because I want you to know how much I love and appreciate you. Every single second i get to spend with you means the world to me. Do you remember when you called me in the middle of the night and asked me if I wanted to go on a late night walk with you ? I stumbled over this big rock and you caught me right before I hit the ground. We laughed for ten minutes straight only because the way I fell looked silly. It was ridiculous. After that you took me to a 24h convenience store. We got a bunch of snacks and sat down in the middle of the store to eat them. 

Jake giggled at the memory.

We joked around, making each other laugh until we couldn't breathe till' the annoyed cashier eventually told us to leave. That was the night I fell in love with you, Jake. You made me feel so alive. With you I felt safe. You made me forget about all my problems. And I'm so thankful for everything you've done for me. Whenever I look at you, I know exactly who I wanna spend my whole future with. I wanna marry you one day. For sure. I wanna write you letters like this every single year until we're grey and old. I wanna wake up in your arms every single morning, and kiss you goodnight every single time before we go to sleep. I wanna see you become a father one day (only If you want to of course). You're everything I've ever wanted. And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I'm so so so so in love with you ! And that will NEVER change. I love you, Jakey. Happy Birthday ! 

- y/n ''

Jake took a deep breath before looking at you. You watched a tear rolling down his face, before he quickly pulled you into his arms. He held you so tight, it was almost suffocating. He placed a long kiss on your temple, before directly looking into your eyes. Jake has never been afraid to show his feelings, which made you happy. He didn't mind you seeing him cry. He trusted you. 

,,No words could ever describe how much I love you, Y/N.'' 

You smiled shyly, looking down. His words sounded so genuine. Jake kissed the top of your head, making you look at him with a smile once again. The look in his eyes made you melt. 

,,Y/N ?''

Jake had a soft smile on his face. He looked precious. 

,,Yes ?''

He carefully pulled you onto his lap, before kissing your lips gently. You softly smiled against his lips.

,,Will you marry me ?''

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[lokischocolatefountain]

omg say no to me and salvation have me gagging… pretty please write more, i need hubby javi 🥵 ur amazing

I love that you liked hubby Javi! I like him a lot too. So, a little warning: I wrote this out sleep deprived and in a hurry so it’s going to be full of mistakes. 🙈 but I hope you like it. Wrote a little birthday themed thing for Javier Peña and his wife from this married Javi universe because it’s Pedrito’s birthday. Happy birthday to him and tbh fuck him (respectfully) for making me thirst over a fucking cop (on top of a merge mansion ad character I hate him).

Switch It Up

Fandom: Narcos

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Rating: 18+

Word count: 3.8k words

Summary: Javier Peña and his wife switch roles for his birthday

Javier Peña was a grown man. He was a federal agent working for the DEA in Columbia, he saw several horrors a day and had a goddamn gun tucked in the back of his jeans. He was a grown man with a whole wife to show for his age and maturity.

He should not be so bummed about a lonely birthday.

It was her fault really. Before her, he didn’t really do birthdays. His friends usually got him presents— the best whiskey they could afford and a trip to the strip club and paid for prostitutes. It was more for their sake than his own (though he couldn’t deny that he had fun). When it got serious with his now wife, he opted to forego the stripclub and the prostitutes because he had decided that it was no longer fun to sabotage the one good thing in his life. He’d exchanged the bachelor life fun for a perfect day off with her.

Every year brought something different; she was innovative that way. The first year, she woke him up at midnight with her lips around his dick and brought him the cake she baked from scratch. She blew him and he blew the candles. He hadn’t cut a cake in years. The last time was when his Ma was still alive. They ate the cake together, saved some for Steve and Connie and he ate her to thank her for being the perfect girlfriend.

Last year, she took him for an all expense paid trip to Medellín for a whole week. It was the most time he’d gotten away from work and the only time he spent in Medellín without chasing after pieces of shit. She had arranged for some mountain climbing shit because of his love for physical exertion. He chose instead to love her all week long for physical exertion. She complained about having brought her climbing gear for no reason, but that didn’t last long. It was a little hard to complain when you had a dick in your mouth.

He’d been thoroughly spoiled as a husband.

This year, he was all alone with a whiskey bottle from Steve and Connie, sloppy cheek kisses from little Olivia and a whole cake from his wife. He’d kept a sizable slice for himself and placed the rest in the break room for everyone to enjoy. Cake wasn’t as delicious with nobody to share it with.

Javi didn’t mean to be ungrateful. He knew she would’ve stayed behind if she could have. But her parents really needed her to help with the sale of her childhood home and he wasn’t going to act like a kid and ask her to stay because it was his birthday. It would’ve been silly.

“Jav! They found the guys. Carillo needs you in this address right fucking now,” said Steve, barelling into their office with a piece of paper in hand.

“Fucking finally,” he muttered, taking the paper with a scribbled address. He’d sat idly at work all day tackling their paperwork backlog while Steve was out there doing some real work.

The location was…strange. It was oddly quiet and there was no Carillo, no CNP guys. He had a choice to make— he could wait right there and keep an eye on the building and go in when the rest of the guys arrived. Or he could go in by himself. The second was extremely unwise. He would get told off by everyone from Noonan to his wife. If he didn’t get killed first.

Minutes passed by and he chose the latter option. He could handle Noonan. She didn’t approve of his actions, but she always understood. Gun tucked in the back of his jeans, he crept around the building. Once he’d found an open window, he slipped in, praying to the Gods he no longer believed in to keep him safe for another day.

Darkness suffocated his sight as he walked further into the building. The noise from outside the building grew dimmer and dimmer, eventually fading into the background. He crept like a cat, his shoes making nothing but the slightest whispers against the floor of the building. It had looked like a commercial building from the outside and if he remembered right, this place had once been a stripclub. Not one of the good ones for sure. It had to have shut down for a reason.

The place was littered with cardboard boxes, the contents of which he would explore had he not a mission in mind. Three of the most elusive hit men on Escobar’s payroll were hiding out somewhere in the building. The location was a bit too unusual for the men who had a record of gravitating towards luxury, but it wasn’t too out of place for them to have chosen a former strip club.

He spun in place when he heard a clatter behind him, his gun pointed in the direction of the sound and his heart beginning to beat faster. He took a few steps towards the source of the sound, wandering further into the building.

Click, click, click

High heels against wood? No, can’t be…

Nevertheless, he followed the sound.

Ahem

What the fuck…

Lights went up suddenly, illuminating the dark hall. The room had been swept clean with nothing but a chair in front of the stage. Under the bright lights above the stage glimmering a beautiful silver was a pole.

A voice cleared its throat again. When it finally spoke, it had a sultry tone to it.

“Agente Peña…”

No… It can’t be.

Click, click, click, click, click….

He saw the impractically high high heels first. Click, click, click against floors that were probably designed to amplify these sounds. The red of the shoes stopped to give way to white socks stretched tight around legs he would kill to throw over his shoulders. The socks mercifully, or mercilessly, stopped under bruised knees to expose full thighs he wanted to sink his nails into.

“Fuck me,” he muttered under his breath, earning the laughter of the woman on the stage.

“Your friends told me it was your birthday, Agente…”

“It is,” he said, tucking his gun away. Hands on his waist, he took slow steps towards her. He needed to see her up close, confirm that his mind wasn’t conjuring up the most salacious thoughts after having had to go without a good fuck for an entire week.

“Your friends seem annoyed, Agente… They say they miss the fun single Javi who they could take to strip clubs. Now, I’ve never met this fun Javi before, but god if you look like this when you’re not fun,” she said, using her index finger to point at him, “you must look hot as fuck when you’re fun.”

“This your way of telling me I’m usually boring, sweetheart?” He asked, taking a seat on the chair she’d set out for him in front of the stage. He made sure to spread his legs and lean back comfortably in his seat before he folded his arms behind his head.

She smiled her sweet shy smile that he was sure was responsible for landing him in this exact moment in his life. She bit down on her brightly painted lips and wrapped his hand around the pole before swinging around. Her hair was out of the tight pony she put it up in for work. As she twirled around the pole, her hair swung free, caressing the wind before resting on her shoulder and cascading down the crimson shirt she’d stolen from his cupboard.

“You’re going to do as I say if you want a good night, Agente…”

“Ah… That’s how it is?” He taunted, letting condescension slip into his voice. “Alright. As you command, sweet thing.”

“Good boy,” she purred, the sound going straight to his cock. Calm the fuck down, Peña. She hasn’t even begun yet.

“Hands behind your back,” she ordered, looking down at him imposingly from where she stood.

“Sorry, what?” He asked, blinking rapidly and tilting his head to take a good look at her. Habituated to her shy smiles and pleas to be taken and fucked throughout their time together, it wasn’t an understatement to say that he was shaken by her sudden assumption of the commanding role.

Her fingers glided up and down the pole and for the first time he noticed that her nails were done up all pretty with the brightest red nail polish there was. Fuck, she’d gone all out. “You fuckin’ heard me, Peña,” she snapped and took a few steps forward before dropping to her ass, gently like a caress against the surface. He didn’t even know she could move like that. She hopped off the stage and his heart caught in his throat as she got closer to him and he caught a whiff of her perfume in the air. She stopped when she was over him, her legs spread out on either side of him. Oh how he’d missed the scent enveloping him as he buried himself in her and threw her into a world of ecstasy. The soft moan that escaped his lips surprised even him.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby,” he breathed out, tracing a hand up her thigh only to be swatted away rudely. She grabbed his face, squeezing his cheeks and digging her nails into his skin just enough to give him a taste of how she’d be piercing the skin on his back as he fucked her later that night. He’d make her keep those shoes on for sure.

“Jesus!” She swore, the scorching heat of her gaze beginning to burn him. “No manners. Is this how you treat dancers, Agent? Fuckin American, touching everything, acting entitled to every goddamn thing, not following a single rule… It’s about time someone taught you a lesson.”

“Well darling, if there’s one thing I’m entitled to, it’s you,” he teased, hoping to rile her up and make her look all adorable and hot with rage. The next thing he knew was a stinging pain on his cheek.

“Once more.”

She raised an eyebrow at him as she caressed the cheek she slapped. He swallowed, looked up at her and tried again, “Please, Ma’am. Once more.”

“Good boy,” she purred, her lips curling up in a smirk of satisfaction. Was this what she saw in him when she laid under him and took all that he had to give her for the night? Seeing her so confident in herself, feeling the sting of her authority on his cheek and sitting underneath her, he felt like he finally understood why liked this so much.

He had a feeling that as the night matured, he would only get a better understanding.

“Hands behind your back.”

Eyes still set on her, he moved his hands behind his back. Just like she’d ordered. She took a step back and he immediately missed her closeness, missed how she crowded over him and put him down in his place with just a stare. She slipped a hand into his jeans pocket and pulled out the leather pouch with the handcuffs. Once she retrieved what she’d wanted, she tossed the pouch over her shoulder. She circled him, their eyes still joined in the heated gaze of expectations. He leaned back on his chair, praying to the lord that he didn’t look absurd doing that. The last thing he wanted to do was make her laugh.

The cold metal of his cuffs nipped at his wrists and he attempted to pull his wrists in opposite directions, enjoying his own failure at achieving the freedoms he only half-heartedly sought. She placed her hands on his shoulders from her place behind him and descended lazily down to his eye-level.

“Feliz cumpleaños, mi amor. Disfruta del espectáculo,” she whispered before giving him a peck on the cheek. He attempted futilely to grab her so that he could kiss her properly, so that he could devour her lips and thank her for showing up for him.

There was music. It didn’t appear magically. She pressed a button on the cassette player he recognized from home before she walked up the stairs to the stage. Everything seemed torturously slow. Even the way she walked away from him looked to be designed as slow poison for him.

She descended gracefully to the floor and sat herself on her side, her back curved as she leaned back, her high-heel clad legs together with her left leg covering her right. She pushed her ass and tits out. She swept her leg out in a circle around herself, lifting it in the air as her right leg followed suit to make a semi circle. He caught a sparkle of something under his shirt that she wore as she exposed herself to him for a few seconds before she bent her knees and brought her legs back to where they started.

Javi drew in a sharp breath as she quickly got to her knees and twirled around again. This time, she let her right knee support her as she let the left kiss the smooth floors with the platforms of her shoes, back and forth, back and forth as his cock twitched in his pants. He would never forgive himself if he ended up jizzing in his pants seconds into her dance that she’d clearly put a lot of effort into.

Next thing he knew, she was upside down— fuckin’ hell— and spreading her legs, giving him a view of the little skirt and thongs she wore underneath as his shirt gave way to gravity and revealed her for him. She snapped her legs shut, as though punishing him for staring before she slid her legs over the floor and laid herself out flat, her delicious behind bouncing from her momentum. Spreading her knees apart, she rose from her position and let her hair flip around before she got up— how the fuck did she get up from that position??

Fuck!

He realized he’d said that out loud when she looked behind her shoulder and laughed before holding the pole, her fingers wrapping around it one by one. She stroked the goddamn thing up and down like she would his cock and fuck he’d be proud if he wasn’t so mad about being locked up with nothing to do but watch, to be a passive participant in her erotic torture of him.

She twirled and twirled a little more around the pole in many different ways. She moved effortlessly, dancing around the thing like it was no big deal. But he knew the strength it took to swing around a pole like that and look sexy as hell while at it. He knew how strong she was from the way she bent one leg around the pole and spun as she let the other draw a circle around her.

His thoughts, as scarce as they were with the sight in front of him, went off to a dreamland where he took advantage of all the flexibility she was displaying to bend her in every which way he wanted, to take her in all the ways he imagined. Sexier was the thought of her practicing this routine. Just for his sake. Just to do something special for him.

When she stepped away from the pole for a few seconds, Javi thought that was it. He was a fool. She stopped at the edge of the stage and looked down at him before she snapped the button of the shirt off, exposing just a bit of her cleavage. Eyes trained on his to derive sick joy from his torment, she snapped the buttons open one by one.

She was a sight.

Back to the pole, she held it like it was a part of her, letting the metal assist her as she closed her eyes and put herself on artistic display for him. He was one lucky man. He’d always known, but it bore repeating. He was lucky as fuck. She shed the shirt and he moaned as the action gave him more of her to see. He would never tire of seeing her body no matter how many times she took her clothes off for him be it to seduce him or simply take a shower.

Behind him, he struggled against his handcuffs, the metal digging into his skin and leaving marks for him to cover up the next morning.

He gasped as she climbed the thing like it was no big deal and wrapped herself around it. His heart jumped right out as her back arched backwards and he thought for a moment that she would fall. But she didn’t. Her legs were holding her in place around the pole. She brought herself back down, landing her shoes on the ground and pinning him with her gaze. She then took the strings wrapped around her waist and tugged, letting the barely-there skirt unfurl from around her.

His mouth was wide open in awe when she threw the sparkly black fabric at him. It covered his eyes for a fraction of a second as it hit him in the face before dropping down to his lap. He growled her name and cursed as his hips rose up from the chair in a desperate search for contact. Any contact. God, he’d even fuck his fist if she’d let him. But she ignored his plight, letting her starving husband continue starving as she moved torturously both on the pole and the floor in front of it.

When her bra came off—tossed in his direction again— he whimpered like a pathetic creature that was kicked by something much bigger and more powerful than he was. He was helpless and horny as fuck and enjoying it.

Perhaps because she’d decided to have mercy on him or just because her dance had ended, she hopped off the stage and stalked towards him like she was a hungry beast and he her latest game that she could wait to tear into.

“Please, Ma’am,” the honorific slipped out without him meaning to. “I need…please,” he begged, his voice shaky as he struggled to articulate what it was that he needed. He let out little mewls of desperation as he struggled to form words that weren’t ‘please or Ma’am’.

She bit down on her lip and tilted her head as she considered him. “Aww baby, it’s alright.”

“P-please,” he muttered, his worldly coming out airy.

She palmed him through his jeans and stroked him, her eyes twinkling as she regarded him in his struggle. His breaths grew fast with just the first touch. He pleaded repeatedly, calling her every sweet name in the dictionary- in two dictionaries of two languages, but she didn’t seem to want to free him. She was enjoying his helplessness too much.

She laughed and bent at the waist to look him eye-to-eye, “I got you so hard just dancing for you huh, Javier?”

He was no longer in control of any part of his body. It was all hers from the hairs on his head to the tips of his toes. They all danced to her beat, worshiped at her altar, awaited her command with bated breath and followed her to his own destruction. His lips, now hers, begged “Y-yes Ma’am. I w-want— please! Want to touch you. Tan bonita... Quiero que tú… Por favor, patróna—”

“You want to touch me?” She asked, raising a cruel eyebrow at him. “Really? What makes you think you deserve that, baby? What have you done to deserve me?”

“I’ll do anything. Anyth— any— fuck!” He whimpered as the world disappeared around him, leaving only a hazy vision of her leaning in front of him, her hand around him. He felt his underwear get wet from his embarrassingly quick release as he muttered a curse in regret.

She tipped his head back and pressed her lips to his, their tongues dancing around each other and their lips taking in as much as they could of the other. The few days of separation had really gotten to him and he was pleased to know that he wasn’t alone with the way she pushed for more from their kiss.

“‘M so sorry, baby. That was…I lasted longer as a teenager, believe me,” he explained himself, wanting to hide himself away yet willing to show her all of him. All his embarrassment and sexual failures and his genuine feeling of regret over the way he ended the night.

She laughed softly, not in mockery but with her love. He could always feel her love.

“It’s okay, mi amor. Nothing to apologize for. You’ve made me cum with less, I swear,” she said, draping herself across his lap and cradling his face in her hand. She kissed him on the cheek and then the other and then his forehead. “Happy birthday, Javi.”

He smiled, no grinned, at her as he felt his heart fill up with gratitude for her. “I can’t believe you came back from stateside just for this.”

“About that…” she trailed, her index finger reaching out and playing with his mustache. “I never left.”

“What!?”

“Yeah,” she said, smiling sheepishly.

“You’ve been gone for three days!”

“I was at my friend’s.”

“Your parents called and said you reached home safely!” He exclaimed. How deep was this plot!? Who were all in on it? And what kind of a fool was he to not notice a thing. He should’ve asked her parents to give her the phone! He should’ve checked and caught them in the lie.

“I asked them—”

“You asked them to lie for you to give me a sex present for my birthday?”

“Nooo! Well, not like that! I didn’t call them and ask them to lie to you because I wanted to give you a fucking pole dance- strip show thing for your birthday. I just made something up. My god, Javi!” She huffed, shoving at his chest lightly.

“Wait! And Steve. FUCKIN STEVE! What did you tell HIM?”

“Don’t worry, your dignity is safe with me. Didn’t tell him I was gonna restrain you and make you call me Ma’am and oh, what else was it? Patróna?” She teased, smiling as she played with his hair.

“Si, Patróna,” he retorted right back, making her smile transform into a gasp and her eyes turn wide.

“Shut up,” she mumbled as she got off his lap and reached behind him. She uncuffed him and he was immediately upon her. She yelped as he pulled her into his lap, giggling as he pressed kisses all over her face.

“Javi, stooop!” She whined but leaned in closer and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Gonna take you back home, baby. Need to do this right,” he mumbled into her hair.

“Oh? Do it right? You gonna hold me down and fuck me hard, Agente Peña?” She asked as he took his leather jacket off of himself. Finding her clothes would take too much time and he was not willing to spend his previous time with her after being deceived into separation.

“Pfft, no! You, my darling wife, are going to hold me down and take what you want,” he declared, excited to lean back and let her do the work for that night. And perhaps other nights when he needed her to take over and take guide him though it. It wasn’t something he thought he would like, but with her, every day was a surprise and he discovered new things about himself even after so many years alive.

Wrapped up in his jacket, she let him carry her to his jeep and he drove her home, a happy and grateful man.

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Read more of my Javier Peña fics here

[allpiesforourown]

Can I ask from this ask game for BingYuan (all of the questions)? Thanks 🧁

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Send me a ship and a number and I'll tell you

1. Which one is the better cook

Binghe 100%. Shen Yuan was a spoiled rich kid and after Binghe fell into the abyss he just stopped eating... there's no way he knows how to toast bread

2. What their love letters look like

Love letters imply they're ever far enough to need to send each other letters... at most they'll be long texts Binghe sends rambling about how much he wuvs his hubby and would rather be at home than his stupid job as King 🙄 and Shen Yuan blushes and replies "Focus on work Binghe..." Then he waits for Binghe to get home and whine that sy was so cold to him so he can apologize with smooches

3. Which one outlives the other, and how they cope

I mean . We know how this goes. Corpse cuddles and trying to raise the dead

4.What they do on date night

Since Binghe is a hopeless romantic who never thought anyone would love him, I think he'd want to do stereotypically romantic and basic dates. They go to an ice rink and hold hands while they skate and he's vibrating with joy because he's living out his hallmark fantasies. Shen Yuan indulges him sooo much.. too much. He got a cold but it was worth it seeing Binghe's happy face

5. How many kids they'll have

I'm gonna say... two. One is through breeding kink gone too far, second is them seeing an orphan boy who reminds them so much of Binghe as a child and deciding they have to adopt him immediately

6. How they decorated their bedroom

Elegant and slightly minimalist. Shen Yuan has all his merch hidden away in his childhood bedroom at his parents house because he's thin faced... they stay over one night and Shen Yuan completely forgets his old room is a haven of his weeb shit and is mortified when Binghe sees his limited edition poster of a hunky male character naked holding a sword.

7 Which one is the worse driver

Shen Yuan by far... same reason as his cooking, he probably had a driver take him everywhere until Binghe showed up

8. What they argue about

9. Which one swears more

Shen Yuan by a landslide. Binghe is a very intelligent and well read man and while the same holds true for Shen Yuan, if he goes 2 minutes without calling Airplane a dumfuck authour it's worrying

10. What TV shows they watch together, and which ones they hide from the other

Theyll watch anything together, even stuff they dont like so Binghe can listen to him rant about how much it sucks. Shen Yuan hides PIDW and all his other porn-for-plot interests but Binghe knows about them.

11. What their first impression was of each other

Shen Yuan impression of Binghe: beautiful and strong man

Binghe’s first impression of Shen Yuan: beautiful and kind man

(This never changes)

12. What they do for their anniversary

Regrets of Chunshan role-playing baby!!

13. Which makes a bigger deal of birthdays

Hmm. I'm gonna have to say both. Binghe cooks a feast and Shen Yuan dotes on him and fulfills any wish Binghe has.

14. What nicknames they call each other

Binghe: yuan-gege or laoshi

Shen Yuan: Bingmei (in his head only, he's too embarrassed to say it)

15. What they would change about each

If you ask them, Shen Yuan would say Binghe should have a smaller pillar... this is a lie. He can't go back to normal after getting used to Binghe stretching him so wide

[fuwahua]

New Traditions

WC: 2.3k

Happy birthday Zhongli! May you enjoy the year of the dragon with your hubby 💕

Established relationship, fluff, (one sided) tickle fights, lots of flirting

“You know, it’s your birthday. We didn’t have to come all the way out here.”

“It is precisely because it is my birthday that I’d like to spend it with the family of the one I love.”

Zhongli chuckles as Ajax’s mouth flaps open and shut, a fish out of water. He’s not the only one to take amusement in the action— Ajax’s siblings giggle at him as well, and his mother partakes in a shared glance of fond amusement. Despite being a guest at this household, they’ve already taken to him with familial warmth.

Then again, perhaps that’s how most families are when their child brings home a lover.

Zhongli takes his time through his birthday dinner, though it is not a particularly luxurious meal. In comparison to the exorbitantly priced dinners at Liuli Pavilion he’d taken Hu Tao to in the past, the rather plainly plated, mildly seasoned platters Ajax’s family had set out before him are simple. Yet there is warmth beneath the spices: time, set out in the early dawn for a father and third eldest son to catch fish together, an evening of marinating lamb with rambunctious children, a night time’s worth of lullabies and whispered promises as the sweet scent of cinnamon and jam wafted from the oven. It is simpler food, yes, prepared by amateur hands that have never studied in crowded kitchens and before renowned chefs.

But it tastes of home, inviting and kind; for that Zhongli swears it is one of the loveliest meals he’s ever had in his life.

“I’m surprised you ate everything,” Ajax tells him well after the plates have been collected and their hands have grown wrinkled from washing. Most of his family has retreated, his mother to retire their youngest and the elder siblings departing to give the couple privacy. Even his father, who Ajax had described their relationship as tenacious at best, had given Zhongli a warm hug in celebration of his birthday. “I thought you hated seafood.”

Zhongli grimaces. Ajax laughs, a delightful ring of joy, and his grimace melts into a smile. “I… harbor a dislike for it, yes. But it is not as though I cannot consume it—and your mother spent so long preparing it, wouldn’t it be rude to leave it uneaten?”

“You say that, but you leave my seafood meals uneaten all the time.”

“I was only saving them for someone who would enjoy them more. Who would I be to deny my lover his favorite meal?”

“You’d be a great con artist, you know that? Slippery bastard.”

Ajax dramatically huffs and Zhongli smiles as he opens his hands in clear invitation. The false anger only lasts a moment before Ajax relents, rolling his eyes, and slides into Zhongli’s hug. “You can’t just offer people hugs every time they point out your flaws.”

“Why not? It’s seemed to have worked awfully well for me so far.”

“Oh? Are you hugging anyone other than your fiancé?”

Zhongli’s cheeks warm despite himself, and this time Ajax is the one to squeeze him with a grin. “You shouldn’t be too mean to your fi-an-cé, you know? Or who knows, I’d bring someone else home…”

“Ajax, I hate to inform you of this, but you have few friends. Fewer who would travel to Snezhnaya.”

“What—hey! I could totally invite the traveler!”

“Ah, so my competition is only one after all.”

The punch against his arm is little more than a playful gesture; Zhongli chuckles as Ajax attempts to wriggle out from his hug. “I jest, I promise. Please don’t go: It would be too cruel to leave your fiancé on his birthday, wouldn’t it?”

“It’s not even your actual birthday!” Correct. Even so, Ajax relents in his escape efforts, sagging against him. The sudden increase in weight means little to an Archon, but it is the trust beneath the shift that has Zhongli faltering, heart loud. “Just you wait, I’ll figure out your real birthday eventually.”

“We’d already told your family today is my birthday. Adding another day would make little sense.”

“You think they care? The more birthdays to celebrate, the better.”

“In that case, why not celebrate everyday?”

“Okay, not that many. It’s like…” Ajax trails off, humming in thought. Zhongli soaks in his concentration with affection, leaning his head against Ajax’s shoulder as he waits. It’s not often he’s allowed to witness the more calculative side of his fiancé despite the many years they’ve now spent together, largely due to the fact that Ajax insists on keeping his work and personal life separate. At home, he can relax and leave most of the decisions to Zhongli: a decision made from both their preferences and comfort.

Still, he savors moments like this, where Ajax is deep in thought. Calm, peaceful, and in the arms of the person he’s come to love the most in the world. Free to do little more than stare at the face of his beloved and take in all the features he so little has time to appreciate.

“… it’s hard to think when you’re staring so hard at me.”

“Forgive me, but between the snow and my love, I’d much prefer looking at my love.”

“You’re just—“ Ajax’s complaint fizzles as soon as it begins, eyes full of fond exasperation. It’s an expression Zhongli would have never thought he’d be the culprit of as Liyue’s Archon, and yet, he’s come to treasure every glance Ajax sends his way. “Does Xiao know you’re actually a little shit? Because I think he should know that.”

“I’ve done nothing to be referred to in such a way.”

“And a liar. You know, in Snezhnaya we used to lock people up for that.”

Impossible. Such a law would be much more suited to Fontaine than Snezhnaya, where falsities and secrets are deeply intertwined with the intricacies of romance. Yet Zhongli hums rather than correct.

“I’ve not lied at all today. Do I lack so terribly in expressing my love for you ordinarily that you think my truthful confessions are lies? Would you rather I kiss you every morning as you set off to work, and take you every night loud enough that there will be no doubt of our—“

“OKAY! Okay, okay, shut up, I get it!” Ajax’s cheeks flame as he interrupts, a warmth that creeps from his neck to his ears. Zhongli laughs, bubbling mirth escaping him, while Ajax pinches his cheeks. “Why do I feel like you’ve been laughing at me all day?”

“I’ve little idea of this accusation.”

“You’re laughing at me right now.” Is he? Zhongli raises a hand to his face, failing to hide his still wide grin of amusement. Ajax’s eyes narrow. “Stop that.”

“I’ve hardly done anything.”

“Really? You want to play this game?”

“Game?” Zhongli huffs, transferring his hand from his face to Ajax’s cheek, patting it playfully. “Is that how you refer to spending time with me?”

“Oh, you’re just asking for it.”

“Asking for what?”

Admittedly, he was probably “pushing it” as Ajax would say, but Zhongli would like to contest that claim with the very cute evidence of Ajax’s slightly irritated gaze sent his way. He could hardly help it!

Though, Ajax wouldn’t accept such reasoning. If anything, the sudden mischief sparking in his eyes…

“Asking for this!”

“A-Ajax! W-waihahaaht!” Zhongli startles with a giggle at the sudden move of fingers against his waist, squirming at the ticklish sensation. Ajax grins down on him as his hands skate along his torso, teasing.

“Wait? You sure didn’t wait to tease me, why should I wait for you?”

“I wasn’t! Ehehe, I was telling thehehe! Ahaha, pause!”

“Excuses, excuses!”

If he weren’t so distracted, Zhongli would scold Ajax for interrupting another in the midst of their sentence. Unfortunately, he’s rather busy with trying to grapple at Ajax’s wandering fingers along his sides, sweeping up to poke at the divots between his ribs. Curses his perfectionism while crafting this human form—he could have simply left out the ribs, couldn’t he?

But he hadn’t evidently and now, he had to suffer the consequences.

Zhongli shakes his head as he laughs, successfully grabbing one of Ajax’s wrists only to lose it a moment later when the other hand jumps into his armpit. His giggles rise in volume and pitch, an unruly mess of jumbled syllables; his cheeks redden at his own laughter as he protests.

“A-Ajahahahaax! No, hehehe, it–it’s rude!”

It’s of little use. Ajax’s fingers continue to wander, prodding all of Zhongli’s weak spots, pressing ever closer even though there’s no space left between their bodies. When Ajax’s hair brushes his nape, he squeaks.

“Rude? You’re calling me rude?”

“Nohohoho! This-I-I—not there!”

Zhongli’s words dissolve into embarrassing noises as Ajax’s hands roam downwards to his hips. The actual act of tickling and of being tickled by his lover isn’t something he particularly dislikes: the familiar exploration of Ajax’s hands and the almost determined, grinning face that peers down upon him, if anything, warms his heart. But it is the principle of the matter—that he is a guest at Ajax’s home, generously welcomed as his lover, and rather than setting the family peacefully to sleep he is instead laughing his head off at the hands of the man he is meant to trust the most, at a surely obscene time of the night.

Succinctly put, it’s incredibly rude to be so loud in someone else’s home. Even more so when his laughter echoes in his own ears, wild and desperate at the way Ajax knowingly digs his thumbs in little circles at the center of his hips.

“Naa—AhahaHAHAHAJAHAHAX!”

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”

It’s too much, not enough, the feeling of his lover’s hands mapping out familiar patterns along his body; Zhongli’s heart thrums in his chest, both hungry for more and aching for a rest. His fingers grapple with Ajax’s, pulling at the bullying hands prying desperate giggles from his throat, but they only dig in deeper with every attempt. “EnouGHAHAHAHAA! STAHAHhahahap!”

“Wellll, I don’t know, should I stop~”

“YeheHEHEHEHEHES! NOHOHO MOOHEHEHEHRE!” Laughter leaves him dizzy when the hands crawl downwards teasingly, pinching his hips and then his inner thighs as he squirms; mercy comes at last when his legs give out beneath him, sending them both to the ground. They don’t crash, luckily, Ajax’s arms crossing around his chest protectively and landing them comfortably on the carpet instead. The contact is still enough to have him giggling, shoulders twisting inwards to protect himself from further tickling.

“Waiahait… Ehehe, stahahap!”

“I’m not even tickling you anymore!” Ajax’s hands rise from his torso to his shoulders, tugging Zhongli back until he’s leaning against his chest, Ajax’s knees rising up to form a protective barrier around his own. Blue eyes enter his tired vision, a hand cradling his cheek as Ajax furrows his brows. “You okay?”

He chuckles again, this time quiet and of his own volition. Ajax’s gaze softens, sweet, and he silently thanks the fact that his thrumming heart could be associated with the tickling attack and not the fervent urge to pull the other down into a kiss. “Ahahaha… Rather odd words from the person who’d chosen to render me in such a state.”

“Hey, this was much needed vengeance after what you’ve put me through today!”

“Was it?” One would think that he’d have learned after Ajax’s “vengeance” about prodding a sleeping narwhal for fun, but Zhongli had been honest when he said his teasing only came from sincere adoration. He leans into Ajax’s palm, nuzzling it before pressing a kiss against the bare wrist and smiling as Ajax’s eyes follow the motion. “Is that all the vengeance you wished to enact on me?”

Ajax swallows. His mouth parts, tongue swiping his bottom lip and leaving it glossy. “Well, I—”

“Do you two have any idea what time it is?!”

Ah. Right. They’re still in Ajax’s parent’s house.

“M-mama! I wasn’t—we weren’t—um, well…!” Zhongli blinks upwards as Ajax all but whole-body flinches away, mouth sputtering as Ajax’s mother stares down at them. Her kind smile at the dinner table remains fixed, but her eyes are…

Even an archon has things they know to fear. Celestia, Descenders, mother-in-laws, to name a few.

“Save it,” she sighs, pinching her nose in exasperation before moving her gaze to Zhongli. “Take him to bed, will you?”

“Wha—hey, he’s the guest!”

“And who was causing all that ruckus?”

Both of them, technically, but it’s clear the madame of the house (understandably) has little patience left for any antics. Ajax bites his cheek as Zhongli chuckles; he rises to his feet, steady now after resting in Ajax’s arms, and pulls the pouting ginger up with him. “My sincere apologies for the ruckus. We’ll be in bed shortly, I promise.”

“I’d hope so,” she says, her gaze returning to Ajax. They stare at each other a moment, her eyes shiny, before she nods. “Good night, you two. And,” her eyes return to him. “Happy birthday, Zhongli. I hope we can celebrate it again next year.”

Next year. He returns her kind smile, squeezing Ajax’s hands. “I’ll be sure to return.”

He waits for her footsteps to recede before Zhongli turns to Ajax, triumph flashing in his gaze. “It appears that I’ve left a successful impressi—hm!”

Ajax’s lips leave him far too quickly only to return again, persistent, hands pulling him into another. They’re quick kisses, breathless and giddy, filling each other’s spaces only long enough to leave them longing for more. He chases after Ajax, maybe, or it’s Ajax who chases after him. They meet in the middle regardless and Zhongli smiles into the kisses that follow.

Perhaps Ajax had a point about the second birthday. He’s already looking forward to the next.

[willowisapillow]

💙💚🌹 In The Power Of Love 🌹💚💙

🥰🏳️‍🌈 Happy gae month, y’all! 🏳️‍🌈🥰

June is about to come to an end, but thought I’d drop some art anyways. And I’m right on time because today is Sailor Moon’s birthday! Way back in March, I drew Randy and Sharon as Goku and Chichi, now I’m drawing some other South Park characters I love as another Toei Animation anime couple I love. My girls Laura and Ms. Tweak dressed up as everyone’s favorite Sailor Scout cousi- oop- I mean couple. That kinda slipped out teehee 🤭

These two ladies have always been another one of some of my favorite parents in the show. I just absolutely love Laura’s strong-willed, no-nonsense, zero f’s given attitude, and her constant use of just flipping the bird. Also loved how accepting she was of Craig being gay, along with the relationship she has with her hubby, Thomas. She also shares the same name as my mom :D

As for Ms. Tweak (who I sometimes call by my fan name for her, Tabitha), while I don’t love her or find her as interesting as Laura, I still really like her, she’s a very calm and tranquil woman, and I find it funny how she’s a bit of a coffeeholic lol

I also kinda ship these two, Ik that they’re already married, but I just think that they’d make a cute couple. Besides, I’ve seen other people in the fandom ship the other parents with each other, like Randy x Gerald or Sharon x Liane (both ships I really enjoy as well), so Imma include Laura x Ms. Tweak as part of the bunch too because yes. They’d honestly have a fun dynamic 💕

Been wanting to crossover South Park with Sailor Moon for a very very long time because it’s one of my absolute favorite animes of all time, and I’ve been currently obsessing over it again for the past few months 😭

Thought that drawing them as Sailor Uranus and Neptune would be pretty fitting for these two, since they both share similar personalities, and Neptune and Ms. Tweak practically share the same theme colors of their main outfits. Definitely planning on drawing the other ladies as the rest of the Sailor Team, since I already have some art planned for them like Sharon as Moon, Shelly as Chibi Moon, Liane as Mercury, Carol as Jupiter, Wendy as Saturn, etc.

🌹 🍃 🌊 🌹

[simslegacy5083]

Today's (10/8/2024) Episode: Lunch With Gramps

“Ho, ho, ho, Happy Winterfest!” Gilbert said as they arrived. “Oh my, look at how big my little buddy is getting. “I hope you guys are ready to work for your supper! I bought all the fixin’s, but I always say the best meals are those you make together as a family.”

“Can I help?” Skye piped up, looking curiously around his grandfather’s cozy ranch home from his new, higher vantage point.

“Sure!” Gilbert replied, “There’s lots of potatoes that need a good scrubbing, and I’ve got a nifty slicer you can crank afterward to chop them up.”

“You three have fun.” Noemi told them “I’m going to bring Roach out back to the stables and get him ready to show off.”

Skye quickly got bored with washing and slicing potatoes with grandpa’s suspiciously new plastic gadget, but no-one complained when he switched to “documenting” the process with his camera and providing “expert advice” on spicing the dishes just right.

Out back Noemi was happily cleaning her four-legged friend’s hooves and brushing his coat to a glossy shine. “Are you ready for your first big competition?” she asked him. Roach whinnied, which Noemi took to mean he was just as excited as she was to compete in the local show!

The sound of the dinner bell called Noemi back in. “It looks amazing” she told them “Was it fun helping out Skye?” He smiled as she ruffled his hair.

“He did a great job” Gilbert replied, “and that hubby of yours isn’t too shabby either!”

“I think I’m beginning to understand what my dads saw in this whole cooking business” Luigi told them, “Though you’ll get to sample my true specialty with dessert. I’ve created a holiday mocktail I think you’re going to love. Now come on, grab a plate before it gets cold!”

Before dinner, Skye’s grandpa pulled him aside. “You have Winterfest gifts to open after we eat, but this is a little something just for your birthday.”

Skye’s eyes lit up as he opened the box to find a child’s violin resting inside. “Thanks grandpa! I’m going to practice really hard, and once I get good enough maybe I can record myself playing on Yoshi! Can you help me with that dad??”

“Sure” Luigi called over his shoulder “Music was never my thing, but your Grandpa Peachy liked guitar. Maybe you two can film a duet sometime!”

“Someone wants to follow in his daddy’s footsteps I think” Noemi whispered, chuckling as Skye and Gilbert came to join them at the table.

“Well, that was delicious, if I do say so myself” Luigi sighed with pleasure as he pushed his empty plate away and patted his distended stomach “I wish I could still celebrate the holidays with a Grand Breakfast like I used to, stupid diabetes, but this ham dinner is the next best thing!”

“So, Skye, are you ready to open some presents while we let this delicious food digest and make a little room for dessert?” his grandfather asked him.

Skye nodded but pulled his mom aside as they all headed into the living room. “My tummy hurts. Will grandpa be mad if I skip dessert?”

 “Of course not, sweetie” she replied, “but I’ll tell him you’re not hungry if you don’t want to.” Skye gave her a hug, nodding into her sweater.

During the gift exchange it was Luigi who pulled out his phone to capture some memories “Remember Skye” he told his boy “every photographer needs to spend some time in front of the camera as well as behind it, so they remain a part of the stories they’re recording. Say Freezer Bunny!”

After dessert everyone headed downtown to the exhibition center, where Shannon was waiting for them. “Are you ready to show off your new stallion?” Noemi’s mother asked. “It's been ages since I got to cheer you on, and I can’t wait to point you out to all my neighbors.”

With everyone saying their hellos no one was paying attention to little Skye, who was suddenly finding it very hard to breathe in the chill, dusty, air.

While Noemi and her parents went to give Roach one last check before heading into the center for the competition Skye tugged on his dad’s sleeve to get his attention. “What’s wrong champ?” Luigi asked with concern, seeing the tears standing in the corner of his boys' eyes.

“Its so cold out here! When we teleported in, I, I couldn’t breathe!” he sniffled “and now my chest hurts.”

Luigi bent down to wrap him in a hug “Can you breathe now?” Skye nodded “Well good. I promise its nice and warm inside the center; and I’ll tell you a little secret… I never liked cold weather either. That’s why we live on a tropical island. Let’s get out of this chilly air.”

“Hey honey!” he called out “Skye and I are freezing our tushies off! Let’s go! Last one inside is a rotten egg!”

“Congratulations mom!” Skye cried as they exited the center a few hours later. “You and Roach did good girl!” Gilbert agreed “A silver medal on your first event together.” He wrapped a companionable arm around Shannon. “It’s the kind of victory you always wrote stories about as a little girl.”

“Thanks” Noemi replied, standing up and patting her faithful steed on the head “I couldn’t have done it without this fine fellow. How about you, Skye, would you like to try riding Roach?” At her son’s panicked look, she tempered “… or maybe when you’re a bit older?”

Skye’s nodded solemnly. “Yeah, later. Roach is awfully big. For now, I’d rather just take pictures of you riding him for my simstagram account.”

Luigi walked up to the cozy family scene, waving goodbye to the fans that had distracted him. “It's been grand” he told his in-laws before turning towards Noemi “all right, are we ready to go see Scott and mom now?”

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[jellojelli]

Arataki Itto Boyfriend Headcanons

*a/n: your honor, I just love him and his one braincell that goes around his head like the dvd screen saver*

♡Itto as a boyfriend is honestly the most fun, caring, and goofiest

♡will literally make a clown out of himself to see you smile

♡he would melt if you wanted to go beetle hunting/battling with him

♡tries his best to spoil you, but he has no job and no money

♡Itto will 100% pick flowers for you every day

♡yes, he has brought back naku weeds before and he’ll do it again

♡he would actually start to cause less of a ruckus in town because of you

♡only because he realized jail time = more time away from you

♡he will always try to make himself look super cool in front of you 24/7

♡that does include embellishing his stories, bribing kids with candy to say good things about him, and also winning against kids in his oni kabuto battles when you’re around

♡LOVES to invite you to any and all festivals, even the ones he and his gang make up for fun

♡you can bet that if the festival his stands with those rigged games he going to want to play every single one of them to win you a prize

♡you can also bet he lost almost all of them

♡sings for you😍

♡and no nothing like his birthday rap, like sweet singing/humming

♡his love language is definitely physical touch and quality time

♡Itto will give you piggyback rides and shoulder rides every day if you ask

♡he will beg you to paint his horns for him and make him look cool

♡maybe he jokes around and starts painting his markings on you so you match🥺

♡Itto always has his hands on you in some way

♡fingers interlocked, holding hands, hands on your waist/shoulders, some part of him will be touching you

♡arguments are incredibly rare

♡he would rather die than make you sad and even if the argument is bad he never yells or says things he doesn’t mean

♡he will apologize first a majority of the time

♡all of inazuma knows who you are because Itto will never shut up about you

♡dates are usually fun little adventures

♡if he takes you to a restaurant or food stall you have to watch him

♡he will likely try to order something with soybeans in it and you’ll have to do your best to carry him home if he eats it

♡not Itto, but the gang members love you to pieces

♡you make the boss so happy, how could they not love you?

♡kuki probably loves you most since now he gets into less trouble thanks to you

♡Itto wouldn’t tell you this until later, but he literally has dreams of marrying you

♡the first time he had a dream/daydream about it he started calling you his wifey/hubby

♡he feels a little insecure sometimes because if the things people say about him/you and his relationship

♡hates if people bad mouth you because of him

♡he’s really scared one day you might agree with them or can’t take the rumors anymore

♡please give this man hugs and kisses and tell him you love him

♡Itto will 100% get jealous if you start hanging out with someone too much

♡he is super childish about it too

♡I’m talking full on pouting at you, glaring, going up to you saying stuff like “omg hiiii bby, who’s your new friend :>”

♡it goes back to him being insecure tho

♡he just really loves you and wants you to stay with him forever

[notjustjavierpena]

Happy Birthday to the fic that brought me to your account!

It started with Hubby and I will always come back to it forever and ever!

All your Javis, Joels, all your other Pedro boys! So grateful for your writing and despite having notifs on I still check your blog everyday in case you posted something new!

Are you planning anything to celebrate one year of Hubby?

Thank you so much, anon 😭❤️💖 I’m grateful to have you sticking around for me even though I could manage this blog better. I’m very slow in my production of content for you lately, so no I am not planning anything unfortunately. It didn’t even occur to me that I could do that and it was something people wanted. I’m sorry :(

I think I am going to try writing some more on their wedding but my days have been filled with anxiety lately, so I’m not going to be able to make my deadline which is in a month.

If anyone wants to celebrate hubby and wife, they’re welcome and it would mean everything to me. They’re my proudest fanfiction-creation.

[javomelancholie]

Happy Birthday, Albedo! 🎉🥂🎂

I love you with all my heart 💖

You are the best character in Genshin Impact 😙

"Dragonspine is one of my favorite places to visit and collect inspiration during my leisure time.

Just like now, the skies have cleared after the snowfall and birds are chirping lively. Setting up an easel here is bound to capture a remarkable scene.

However, the snowy landscape can be too serene, and painting just the scenery might leave the composition feeling somewhat sparse. If only I could add a figure to it... Hmm, you'd be willing to model for me?

Alright, then come over here. Fret not, just stay in your most comfortable, natural state."

"Okay, come over here."

Lumine fell into his arms 🥰

Albedo is so good in his language art skills.

I would like to remind that last year Albedo and Lumine were drawing for each other on Albedo's birthday. The painting was called: "You and I" (omg I am still not over it)

He could talk about anything but he specifically chose to talk to Lumine about something romantic once again - the experiment which Timaeus did for his beloved (what Albedo is hinting here? 😏)

"Timaeus was depressed for a while because he didn't make the flower for his beloved"

By this analogy Albedo was also depressed for a while because he hadn't seen Lumine for a long time. This Natlan material is just a pretext to lure Lumine to see him. His little tricks can't be hidden 😌

And this is what excites me the most - he is paying attention to Lumine's journey to Natlan! They want to explore it together! He invited her to investigate this world with him again just like in his feelings about ascension.

Don't worry, Albedo, I have been taking you with me every day since the day I went to Natlan! 🥹💖

"I can serve as your assistant"

What kind of a new play is this??

You know how to play it!

Can you be my hubby instead

What do you mean "He's fictional character"?

I need him!

"Captain Albedo, please take a look! This is my latest sketch from practice! ...What do you think?"

"...Well, if you consider it a form of relaxation, it's not bad."

Omg when I saw Mika for the first time I thought that he looks like an albelumi child who came from the future 😂

I still keep seeing him this way esp if he is around Albedo, Lumine or Klee xd

[selene-tempest]

It's the 28th of October, which means it's the hubby's birthday!

When faced with the inevitable question of "what do you want to do for your birthday?" he once again just shrugged, said he didn't want to do anything special and left. Freakin' typical. Now I was stuck trying to come up with something that he'll love as well as not expect and therefore be unable to ban me from organising it before it's too late to cancel. 

I had to come up with something, and fast.

But, I am nothing but a determined wifey, and so I dragged up his online calendar (OK, I admit I got EOS to do it, sue me) and stared at it for a few minutes waiting for inspiration to strike. Spoiler, it did not. There was no lightning bolt blessing from Zeus, there was no glorious angelic chorus as an idea bloomed into perfect form in my noggin. But, as I watched, a new entry popped up, a request for a guest lecture spot at the University of Manchester to talk to their new intakes on their Space Science and Astrophysics degree. This I could work with…

TO THE GOOGLE!

Since hubby is the hubby, and in being the hubby that means he likes to go places that are mentally stimulating as well as pleasing to the eyeballs, I once again had my work cut out for me. 

But a half hour of frantic internet searching later and I'd finally settled on the very historic (so happy hubby) and the very spooky (so happy me) city of York that was near enough to Manchester that we could have ourselves a little mini-break and I could finally adopt a cute little ghost! Yay!

I ran to the bestie (who cares that he was busy halfway up One's nose cone at the time?) and screamed up at him that I was formally requesting time off but not to tell John. 

After he recovered from the shock of being yelled at while so high up (he was on a line, don't stress) he mumbled an assurance that he'd "make it work" which is Scott speak for "OK, I'll sort it if you just go away and leave me in peace". Job done!

All I had to do was book train tickets, a beautiful but quiet hotel (preferably haunted but not a requirement) and look up some things to do. I got this shit.

Cut to a week and a half later, and one very successful (like there was ever any doubt) lecture done and dusted, we were on the train and speeding away for a midweek break of fun.

Since this weekend was a surprise, John had only packed enough for two days away, and knowing how conservatively he packs I knew that we'd never be able to make it stretch. I tried to pack more for him in my case but he got suspicious (damn him and his ability to observe everything so closely) and I gave up, packed my own stuff and vowed to buy him new clothes as part of his birthday present. I've learned to work with what I have.

Wrestling him onto the train was harder than I had expected. He didn't believe my "oh wouldn't it be so fun and romantic to just not go home yet and be spontaneous?" bullshit and I was forced to admit that it was indeed a birthday treat and that it was already booked, everything was taken care of, we would have somewhere to sleep that night and Scott was aware and to not even think about checking in on Five you shit!

He was grumpy, but that was to be expected. You don't blindside the man who organises everything and not get some backlash. But that's easily remedied with kisses and promises of all the fun, but educational, things we'll be doing, then you pull up an itemised schedule for him to peruse and he's fine.

The first thing we did was find our hotel and drop off our bags. I'd picked one that was nice and old, but also had modern amenities (we like that blend) but near enough to the city centre to be able to walk most places. John loves to walk, which is probably due to him spending so much time on Five and knowing the island like the back of his hand. If we get off island for anything he'll be dragging me off on a walk somewhere to explore. 

Our hotel, Dean Court, boasts its famous "Mad Maid" ghost who is often seen roaming the halls, cleaning supplies in tow, grimacing and grumping. Honestly, I don't blame her, imagine spending your life cleaning and then have to do it in your afterlife too? Kinda sucks, I'd definitely be asking for an upgrade, not just slamming doors, giving people a cold chill and occasionally sitting on them. This was gonna go one of two ways, John would wake up in the middle of the night to find me chatting to the ghost like a paranormal therapist (again) or the ghost would recognise my ability to kick her out and leave us the hell alone. Only time would tell but I hoped for his sake it was the latter, he needs the rest.

Conveniently the hotel was pretty much next door to York Minster, a beautiful and gothic cathedral with stained glass to die for and lots of history which was lovely to wander around. So after checking into our room we made the most of the remaining time before dinner to check it out as well as the museum in the basement, called the Undercroft, where we saw the remains of the Roman fortress the minster was built on, as well as illuminated manuscripts, and artefacts found around the area. We also checked out the library, because John is as drawn to books as I am to spooky things and this was his birthday trip, so I let him get lost in there for a while. But I did steal a little kiss at one point which a kind person managed to snap a picture of and send to me.

Dinner was lovely, nice and relaxed in a quiet little pub style restaurant which will always be our go-to over a fancy place where we have to get dressed up. We want wholesome, home cooked food (that isn't Grandma's), with big portions so we can try each other's food and to be able to easily relocate to a snug area for drinks around the fire. 

As it turned out, our first night in the hotel was a quiet one, no ghosts, no noisy neighbours (not like that one time in Cambridge where we were next door to a couple that seemed to think arguing was the only acceptable form of foreplay and liked to scream at the top of their lungs in two ways). The bed was squishy soft, there were enough pillows that I didn't have to raid reception and it was cosy enough that we didn't need to sleep in thick pyjamas (always a worry in England after an extended period on the Island). Hubby was asleep the second his head hit the pillow and I read quietly for half an hour before snuggling up, stealing his warmth, and drifting off myself.

The next morning provided an all you can eat breakfast buffet. So with full bellies and a happy me, we were fully fueled for our next adventure… ghost shopping!

I'd heard about the beautifully old street named the Shambles, rumoured to have been the inspiration for Harry Potter's Diagon Alley, and I knew they had a little shop there called the York Ghost Merchants where you could buy a handmade "lucky ghost". Did I buy just one? Of course not! We are coming home with ghosts for everyone! Mine was this adorable little purple thing with drippy black eyes like it's been crying and I fell in love straight away. John got a plain little ghost in white, very traditional. I named them Brad and Janet, which he rolled his eyes at but knew better than to try to convince me otherwise.

As we were wandering the shambles (and I was filling my bag with souvenirs as I am nothing but British) I remembered that hubby was in need of clothes since I'd basically kidnapped him. I dragged him into the Edinburgh wool mill, because he gets chilly and needs the good shit. That and I happen to think he looks delicious in librarian chic and so tweed was the way to go. He blames this on the fact that I'm currently rewatching Buffy the Vampire Slayer for the 8th time and that Giles has inspired me, but if I was inspired by Buffy he'd have bleached blond hair and a leather jacket by now. 

He agreed to the clothing because he's getting more and more requests for lectures and appearances in academic settings and since we got married people keep uploading pictures of him and even he worries that they will work out that he only has two jackets and start to comment on it. Sometimes I worry that I'm having too much of an influence on him, then I remember that I'm awesome and that any influence could only be a good thing.

We also found a wool and cashmere shop and a little vintage shop where I picked up a few things for my growing hippie collection and a gorgeous shawl that I can't stop stroking. A generic brand shop provided essential underwear and socks for the fussy hubby and we were off, dumping our spoils at the hotel before heading out again.

The afternoon was spent in a quiet little reading cafe where you could drink coffee and curl up with a book. One thing I love about John is that he knows the value of silence, even when he thinks I don't. I might be loud and proud a lot of the time, the social butterfly to his grumpy caterpillar, but even I find too much peopling draining and need to recharge. He is always happy to have me squished up against him but not paying him the slightest bit of attention (unless, like today, I happen to read a particularly interesting spicy scene and feel the need to shove it in his face and waggle my eyebrows at him until he gets the message). I love that he never questions how much I adore him and doesn't equate me giving him my full attention all day every day with my devotion level. He's fine with me ignoring him and I'm fine (mostly) with him doing the same. 

For some reason (probably a John specific one relating to his desire to be in control of almost every situation) he decided that he would not be the only one surprised on this trip and waved tickets for a ghostly bus tour under my nose at dinner. An old fashioned double decker bus, a chilly evening, a beautiful city and a knowledgeable guide made it one of the best parts of the trip. I like ghosts, he likes the history, we blend. 

Another peaceful night with no noisy neighbours or ghostly visitors meant that we were (for once) both fully charged and not in the slightest bit tired for our last full day.

We went out for breakfast even though the hotel provided a good one but we stuck close to the hotel in the morning and checked out the Treasures house, which was near the Minster. Beautiful house, beautiful gardens, and a Roman soldier ghost that waved at me from over a wall. What's not to love?

After a midmorning snack we hopped into a taxi and went to York Castle Museum. I love castles (tell me anyone who doesn't have the urge to pretend they are royal now and then and I'll call bullshit). I love the feel of the energy in the bricks and the items inside. We got to see the cell in which Dick Turpin had been kept and a recreation of a 1918 street complete with actors dressed up and things to buy (of which I bought many). Living history is something I really vibe with, it's so good to see it being played out in front of you rather than just seeing pictures or reading about it in books. 

There was supposed to be an Edwardian ghost in there but it was either his day off or he had had enough of crowds and wasn't in the mood to socialise. John said he understood that more than he should and that we'd obviously been married too long if he was now identifying with ghosts. Can't say he's wrong.

Dropped back at our hotel by another taxi, we found ourselves at a loose end and asked the receptionist to recommend something to do that night. She gave us many good recommendations, and John made notes on things we'd try if we came back (which I'm planning on) but eventually settled on a relaxing floodlit river cruise on the Ouse. 

York is a gorgeous city by day but it becomes truly magical at night. The lights of the buildings sparkled on the water and there is just something truly special about seeing such historic buildings, surrounded by trees and river banks, as the sun sets and twilight blankets the world before full darkness sets in. We took so many pictures that we know Virgil is gonna steal to paint. There was no guide on this cruise, just us and a few other passengers dotted here and there so we could sit quietly on our own and talk without bothering anyone while soaking in the atmosphere and the sights.

Another meal in a little old pub where a lone guy and his guitar helped create a cosy atmosphere, and it was back to the hotel. I made sure to yell into the hallway that I would not be accepting any ghostly visitors that night either and if Miss Grumpy Maid was around she listened and left us in peace. Feeling less tired and more relaxed than normal meant a nightcap from the minibar and said squishy bed were enjoyed for more than sleeping (eyebrow wiggles and book shoving for the win!)

We had a few hours to kill before our train the next day and I selflessly didn't dive straight into the chakra therapy centre by the train station. Instead, we opted to leave our bags in a locker at the station, grab some lunch to act as a picnic and check out the nearby Yorkshire museum and gardens.

Autumn was the vibe of the day and I have to say I couldn't have planned it better. Chilly sunshine, red, gold, and orange dressed trees, and Roman ruins make my little heathen heart sing. 

On the trip back to London I had a cheerfully chilled hubby who had had so much history in such a short space of time that he couldn't stop flicking through the photos and smiling, which was all I wanted. I'm doing the same as I snapped so many pictures of him when he wasn't looking that I've got phone backgrounds for the next year!

John often needs a break more than anyone as he's not confined to flight hours and mandatory breaks, if we let him he'd keep going until he drops. So I take my job as wife and nagger very seriously, he's learned to live with it and sometimes, just occasionally, it means we get to enjoy times like these which will provide us with many wonderful memories to keep us going during the busy times, the not seeing each other enough times and probably when we're too old and tired to do it again. 

Making the most of time together is always important but, while this was definitely supposed to be a birthday trip for him, I got a lot out of it too. I got to see him relax, sleep deeply, eat well and laugh lots, even if he does suspect that I may have had an ulterior motive of turning this into a dark academia photoshoot… 

Happy birthday, baby! @i-t-guy-in-the-sky . Love you always!

(close ups of pictures available on request because I know he's freaking gorgeous!)

[chaeros1e]

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user262732178

who's that?

222.y/n

my boyfriend.

user262732178

show his face

222.y/n

No.

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unknown: so cute

unknown: show his face

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theyluvvmina: y'all are mad because she doesn't want to show her bf face??!

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BABY🧸

when are you coming over so i'll get ready

About twenty minutes

alright love you

love you too

kai

222.y/n: here y'all go now shush

simpforlani: he's cute but im way better

↳ 222.y/n: of course lani

theywantshawn: Boys not even all that should keep him hidden

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zkdlin: wifey🫶

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No one’s POV:

The girl pulled Kai on top of her as he caged the curly-haired girl in between his arms, smirking down at her as he brought his mouth to her neck kissing it softly as he ignored the pings of their phone. It was just the two of them in their own little world as the eager couple pulled off their restrictions and had a night full of nothing but love.

[sugurouge]

AHHH Winter my beloved happy birthday!! I’m so grateful to have you in my life and have found such a good friend on this hellsite. I adore you and I hope you have the absolute best day my love!! Sending you kisses from across the ocean! 💖

But I THOUGHT it would be FUN to take a look at how some of your faves would treat you on your birthday.

Umemiya makes such a big deal when it’s your bday. A day all about his favorite person? The celebration of the day the love of his life came into this world? Say fucking less. He is pulling out all the stops. He knows how much you love pastries but despise baking, he maybe begged Kotoha to show him exactly how to make you the perfect cake (he burned so many but he got there eventually). He’s taking you out on a nice romantic date. Maybe your favorite restaurant or out ice skating, something you love. Before presenting you with the cake he made with stars in his eyes so excited to show you just how much you mean to him with something he made.

Suguru, however, LISTEN TO ME this man loves your birthday. He might not be the most excited when celebrating his own, BUT YOURS?? He plans it for quite some time. The girls get so excited for it too. The two of them making you cards and picking out gifts to give you so excited to see your reaction. He definitely spends all morning with his three favorite girls before celebrating the love of his life. Sending the girls off to spend the entire day together. Suguru knows you better than you know yourself, gauging whether the best course of action would be to go out or stay in just laying under the covers showering you in love and adoration. He loves moments like these where it’s just the two of you spending time together where he can show you all the ways you mean the world to him.

Rin Itoshi gets such a bad rep in my opinion. LISTEN he may have competitive rage for his brother BUT his partner? He’s absolutely just the most doting person. As much as at times you both have personal space, he had abandonment issues and will constantly shows you the way he cares. I see him as someone who will pick you up something that reminded him of you to every new city he goes for a game. He has horded these for the last couple of months. Making sure he would be home to celebrate with you. Even gets all blushy when telling you where he got each one and why. He absolutely adores you and wants to spend all the time with you he can. Maybe a nice hike and a brisk picnic or a walk to your favorite cafe before spending the rest of the day binge watching horror movies with you, so grateful to have you in his arms.

AHHH OKAY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND SO DO ALL YOUR HUBBIES MWAH MWAH I HOPE YOU HAD AN AMAZING BIRTHDAY MY LOVE 💖💖

STOP OMFG WHAT IF I TELL U I SOBBED 😭😭😭 this is so sweet and your selection?? helloooo chef's kiss!!

i don't even know which one i love most, my hubbies are all so freaking amazing, tysm 🥹🥹 ume spoiling the heck out of his girl is so canon, nah, no way i'd feel anything but blessed to be born with a man like him :(( and suguru ahhhhh ofc i'd just have a lil hibernating day in bed with him doing all sorts of ... appreciative things dodneksks AND RINNIE AHHHHH LISTEN I JUST ASKED OUR GIRL FOR A RINNIE COMM SKDKSKS i absolutely love men that act tough all to be a yearner in private and he falls into the category!! such a softie 🥹 him picking up little presents from different cities?? fml how cute, i'd marry him on the spot :(( what a utterly perfect day, i love going for walkies and watching horror movies .. the cuddle action would be there but i fear he'd be a "pay attention to the movie" type of guy if i were to get distracted by him ahahshj

THIS IS A TREASURE!! YOU BROUGHT SUCH SILLY BUTTERFLIES TO MY STOMACH THANK U SAM 🥹😭