#but I love him just how he is thank you very much 💅🏻

[profbastard]

Got some of my art printed and framed like I said I would. My house feels more like home everyday :)

[f14fun]

pixelated love (!simmer x mv1) - chapter 3

synopsis: in which the famous three time world champion max verstappen wants to learn how to play the sims 4. except, he doesn't really know how to. so what does he do, search up a youtube tutorial. low-and-behold, y/n's video is the first he watches.

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liked by maxverstappen1, landonorris and 127,821 others

yourusername: incase you haven't heard, max and i are getting married! planning my pinterest board wedding with @/maxverstappen1 as we speak!

view comments:

user1: what.

user1: mother you are getting married to that PASTY AND GNARLY EUROPEAN WHITE MAN??? 😡😡😡

user1: is this a joke

user1: this MUST be an insane practical joke that she pulled off

user1: think of your CHILDREN (me) as you make this decision

user1: until then, i uninvite myself from the wedding ❌👰🏻‍♀️👰🏻‍♂️

user1: sincerely, your favorite child

user1: (for all of you overtly sensitive fat fucks that was entirely satire 🤡🤡🤡)

user2: everyone who doesn't have twitter right now must be hella confused 🤣🤣

redbullracing: ???

yourusername: please avert your gaze to this message and the entirety of my account as a whole, deepest apologies for any confusion or misunderstandings 🤡

yourusername: @/maxverstappen1 fifth slide. my head between those juicy thighs. five o'clock tonight.

yourusername: need my head in between that meat like a stick on costco rotisserie chicken 🐔🍗😋🤤💦🫠

maxverstappen1: I am in shock.

maxverstappen1: I do not even know how to respond to this comment

maxverstappen1: Also what is a "costco"

yourusername: oh shit, i forget that you're not an american LMAO 🍟🍔🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🤠🤠🤠🏈🗽

yourusername: it's just a huge wholesale groccery store

maxverstappen1: Oh okay, I see

yourusername: was that a redeemable statement!!!

maxverstappen1: Not one bit. ❌

maxverstappen1: Also it is spelled as *grocery instead of whatever mess you spelled

yourusername: i hate you

maxverstappen1: You cannot hate your husband, I am very likeable

yourusername: AHA YOU JUST ADMITTED IT

yourusername: I GOTCHA NOW BUDDY

user3: top ten wedding (???) announcements ever made, ladies and gentlemen

user4: Y/N I APPLAUD YOU, YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY EXCEEDED MY EXPECTATIONS ON HOW WILD YOU CAN GET. GO AMERICA RAHHH 🦅🦅🦅

yourusername: proud to do our country a cuntry 💅🏻🦅🏈

maxverstappen1: Wait if I marry you does that mean I also have American citizenship?

user5: MAX WHATTTTTT LMAOOO???

user6: did NOT expect max to type that lmao, free him y/n 🤠

user7: the #maxisaynhostage agenda never ends 🤣🤣

yourusername: what-

landonorris: Mate, what are you on about...

landonorris: Also congratulations to the happy couple! @/yourusername @/maxverstappen1

yourusername: awww, thank you so much lando!! max, you better make him the best groomsman or ELSE

maxverstappen: @/yourusername @/landonorris 😐😐😐

charles_leclerc: Congrats you two! 🍾🥂 Alex and I would love to be invited to your wedding!

yourusername: Saving a seat for you two (plus leo!)

maxverstappen1: There is no wedding. ❌👰🏻‍♀️👰🏻‍♂️

oliverbearman: the oli bearman erasure from the leclerc family is unforunately so real 😞

yourusername: OLI I WOULD NEVERRRR FORGET YOUU

oliverbearman: please adopt me 🥹🥹🥹

yourusername: of course 🥹🥹🥹

charles_leclerc: ???? @/maxverstappen1 .... Do you approve of this mate?? Your first child is my child?...

maxverstappen1: OF COURSE NOT PLEASE UNADOPT HIM @/yourusername

yourusername: this is your first born. no. ❌

oliverbearman: ❌❌❌

user8: the way she makes max more unhinged LMAO u can see it in his typing

oscarpiastri: Okay. The Oscar Piastri-Leclerc erasure saga never ends.

oscarpiastri: Hello??

oscarpiastri: Hello guys?

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author's note: ty guys for reading this fic! 😍🫶🏾 LMAO I LIED part three came out faster than expected. but part four may take a while as i'm a tad busy these next four weeks 🫠

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[ashwhowrites]

Eddie/reader. Angst to fluff.

Reader is a nerd.

Thinking grass is greener but it’s not/being scared to love.

Eddie’s always had a crush on a Cheerleader, so even through he’s been with Reader for 6 m. When the opportunity to be the cheerlead’s secret partner Eddie goes for it, dumping reader. Eddie quickly realises he just liked the idea of dating a cheerleader, not the reality. She very selfish and wants Eddie to change but won’t change herself. He misses Reader the whole time, and realises/admits to loving her. He tries to win her back but is he too late and too much water under the bridge? (I hope not, but I leave that to you.)

Thanks

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻 I had a lot of ideas for this one

⚠️second half wasn't proofread or checked for nothing so 💅🏻

Lose it all for something more?

Eddie had this thing where he always wanted more. It didn't matter how much he had. He'd jump from girl to girl because he loved the new feeling.

He's had a crush on a cheerleader named Becca for years. But she never gave him the time of day. She was full of herself and believed everyone was below her, but she was hot and that was enough. But she never looked Eddie's way, but Y/N did.

Y/N became his girlfriend six months ago, and Eddie adored her. She was a sweet ball of sunshine and she was good for him. She rubbed off on him and he became a better person. He had manners and tried harder in school. She was perfect for him in every way. They had an amazing connection and tons in common. Eddie never thought he'd find someone so perfect for him.

He wasn't sure if he was in love or not, he was still waiting to feel it. He kept waiting to feel a huge rush of emotion to smack him in the face and tell him he was in love.

But since he had to question it, he figured he just wasn't.

~

Eddie was dealing at a party, bored out of his mind as he waited for Y/N to come with his drink.

"Here, handsome," Y/N said as she placed the drink down. He smiled at the name and pecked her lips as a thank you. She sat next to him and cuddled into his arm. The air was chilly as the wind brushed across their bodies. She shivered in her t-shirt and sipped her drink.

"Here, babe," Eddie said, he slipped off his jacket and placed it over her shoulders. She snuggled into his scent.

A few customers came and left. Y/N enjoyed talking to everyone and bringing Eddie out of his shell more. She had a huge impact on his social life, before her he never made time to talk with his clients. But now, he could consider some of them friends.

"Big six-month anniversary is coming up. You lovers have something planned?" Brad, a jock that Eddie found himself liking.

"Of course, I got it all planned. A special evening for my special girl." Eddie said, his arm thrown over her shoulder as he squished her against him.

She blushed under his arm and loved that he was planning something special for her.

"You two make me sick, but a beauty like her deserves the best" Brad joked as he walked off with his weed. The couple laughed and watched him go.

"I need to go to the bathroom, be right back," Y/N said, she stood up and went to walk away but Eddie grabbed her arm. He turned her around and pulled her down to his lips.

"Forget something?" He smirked as he looked up at her liquor-coated lips. She smiled and leaned in, pressing her lips against his.

He hummed at the beer on her lips and tried to sneak his tongue into her mouth but she pulled away.

"Bathroom," She laughed, giving him a soft peck before she left.

Eddie found himself staring as she walked away, completely captivated by her. From her swaying pony and hips, he couldn't look away.

"Pretty girl you got there," a voice said

"I kn-Becca!" Eddie said as he turned around. He was surprised to see Becca sitting across from him with a smirk on her red lips.

"Eddie," she greeted

Eddie wiped his hands against his jeans as he felt his palms sweat.

"How can I help you?" He kept his voice confident but he was shaking on the inside.

"Do you know a lot about cars?" She asked, she crossed her arms causing her breasts to pop. Eddie tried not to look but then she leaned over the table and he looked down. She smirked as she saw his eyes move down.

"Eyes are up here," she teased. Eddie gulped and snapped his eyes back to her face. Now noticing she was closer than before.

"I..uh...I know some about cars." Eddie stuttered

"Think you could help me?"

~

Y/N walked back to the table but found it empty. Eddie carelessly left his lunchbox of drugs unattended. She sat down and went through the box to make sure none of it was missing.

~

Eddie closed the hood of the car and wiped his dirty hands on his jeans.

"Should be as good as new," Eddie said with a smile

"Thank you! How can I repay you?" she batted her eyelashes as she stood in front of him. He backed up until he was against her car and her body was pressed against his.

"No need," he said, he looked down at her lips as she leaned in.

"Maybe just a kiss? As a thank you?" she whispered against his lips, he shivered as he felt her breath. He spent years pining after this girl, and she was throwing herself at him.

Eddie was lost for words, instead letting his actions talk. He wrapped his hand around her neck and brought her lips to his. It wasn't a gentle or loving kiss. It was hungry and desperate. Her hands ran up and down his chest, as their tongues moved against each other. He kept his tongue in her mouth as he turned them around. Pressing her against the car as he lifted her leg to wrap around his waist.

Her hands went under her shirt, and her nails scratched down his stomach. He shivered from her touch and melted into her body. She lit him on fire in a way he had never felt before.

~

Y/N began to get worried when Eddie still hadn't returned. She finished off his deals and packed up. She zipped up his jacket and began to walk around the backyard to see if she could find him.

With no luck, she went inside the house. She swore she checked every room.

"Looking for someone?" Eddie said in her ear. She jumped as he appeared behind her. His eyes were dark, almost lust-filled and his hair was a mess.

"Yeah, you! Where did you go? And why is your hair so messy?" she laughed as she started to fix his hair.

"Helped a client with their car," Eddie said as he showed her his dirty hands.

"Well, that is very sweet of you. But next time don't leave the goodies around the bears unattended." she teased as she handed him his lunchbox.

"Always looking out for me," Eddie cooed as he patted her head.

She giggled and swatted away his hand.

"Let's go get some real food," Eddie said as he laced his fingers with hers.

They walked outside and headed to his van. He opened her door and closed it behind her. He walked to his side and looked towards the house. He smirked when he saw Becca wink and blow a kiss before she walked in.

~~~

After that party, Eddie couldn't get Becca out of his head. He was still in shock that he made out with her and dry-humped against her car. The dirty images never left his head as he jerked himself off to it every other night.

He wanted her

He craved her

And he needed her

But did she want him?

~~~

It was another party night and Eddie was working on his deals. To his delight, Becca took the seat across from him.

"Where's your girl?" Becca asked, her eyes were on Eddie all night and she didn't see Y/N anywhere.

"She's with her friends tonight."

"So, you are here alone?"

"I am, why do you ask?" Eddie asked

"Meet me in the bathroom and find out." She said as she stood up.

~

Eddie tossed and turned in bed that night. He felt conflicted. He cheated on his girlfriend twice, and even went as far as hooking up with someone else in a bathroom, and he didn't feel guilty.

He felt like he should, but he knew if it happened again, he'd pick the same route. He'd pick to have Becca wrapped around him as he watched her in the mirror. Becca was his dream girl and now that he had a taste, he couldn't give her up.

He thought about the offer Becca gave him. He had the opportunity to be with Becca, but he would have to break up with his girlfriend.

Would Becca be worth it?

~~~

"What did you want to talk about?" Y/N asked as Eddie sat on her bed. She felt a little nervous because it was uncommon for Eddie to call and ask to talk about something.

"I cheated on you," he said it so easily, it ran off his tongue like he said it many times before.

"When?" she whispered, it hurt to look at him so she stared at his hands. She could feel the tears building and she wasn't in control of when they'd flow freely.

"Last night, at a party."

Y/N didn't want to know anything more. She reached over and grabbed his hand. Eddie looked at her confused. He thought she'd scream and smack him.

"Well, I mean it was just a mistake, right? I know you get drunk at parties and we can move past this. We can fix it." She said with a small smile. She was dying on the inside but the love for Eddie was too much to leave behind.

"No," he said as he unlaced their hands. She watched confused as he stood up. "I cheated on you and you want to fix this?"

"I kissed someone else, I mean I fucked her in a bathroom! And you want to fix this?" She wasn't sure why he was getting angry with her. If anyone should have been mad it was her.

"Please can we just not talk about it? You were drunk and it was a mistake."

"I WASN'T DRUNK! I CHEATED BECAUSE I WANTED TO, NOT BECAUSE OF ALCOHOL OR DRUGS. I WANTED TO" Eddie screamed, he was breathing heavily as she wiped the tears from her face.

"Sit down and let's talk it out then, okay?" she offered. She was weak and all she wanted was him. She cried as she begged him with her eyes.

"No, answer me, why do you want to fix this? Why do you have faith in this?"

"Why don't you?" she asked, "why don't you want to fix this? Why won't you even apologize!" She said, she stood up and went toe to toe with him.

"Because I don't want to be with you anymore," he admitted. It felt like a knife went straight through her chest. "Because I'm not in love with you." He yanked out the knife to watch her bleed all over the floor.

"I HATE YOU!" she screamed, all the hurt she felt she used as she banged against his chest. She sobbed and sobbed and he just stood there. "I DID EVERYTHING FOR YOU, WHY WASN'T IT ENOUGH?" she shoved his chest and he tumbled backward a little. "WHY WHY WHY WHY" she kept pushing him until he grabbed her arms.

"BECAUSE YOU AREN'T HER AND YOU NEVER WILL BE" he screamed in her face, his grip tight on her arms as she tried to wiggle them free.

She was choking on her own sobs as she tried to get air in her lungs

"But I love you," she cried as she looked up to him.

"But I don't. I'm sorry," he whispered as he let go of her arms.

"Get out," she spat, her tears turned hot as anger was lashing out of her body. "Take your stupid gift and never come near me again. I hate you and I hope she breaks your pathetic little heart like you did mine."

She yanked open her closet and dug around for his gift. It was in a box that was wrapped so he didn't know what it was. She shoved it into his chest, hard.

"I don't want this," he said as he tried to give it back

"I have no use for it and I don't want the reminder of you." she spat as she shoved it back. "Now get THE FUCK OUT!"

Eddie tucked the gift under his arm and walked out. Her bedroom door slammed behind him and her sobs somehow grew louder the further he walked away.

~~~

Eddie and Becca had been sneaking around for two months. The first month was everything Eddie dreamed it would be. But he quickly realized being with Becca was different than dreaming of being with her.

He kept holding on to the hope it would feel as good as it was in the first month. But he had a feeling there wouldn't be a change.

~

"Hellfire again? You went last week." Becca complained.

"It is a weekly thing, Becca. You knew this." Eddie sighed as he leaned against her locker.

The hallway was empty so Becca allowed them to talk, otherwise the fight would happen in the back of his van.

"Whatever, if you want to do that instead of hanging out with your girlfriend then whatever." she snapped as she marched off.

Eddie smacked his head against the locker, in moments like this he couldn't help but think of Y/N. She was supportive of Hellfire and even sat in on a few sessions. He thought about how she'd sit on his lap and read ahead. She'd gasp at the spoilers ahead and whisper in his ear about her thoughts.

It was actions like that Eddie realized what being loved felt like.

He didn't feel loved by Becca at all.

~~~

"Remember, don't talk to me if other people are around," Becca said as Eddie parked his van a block away from the party. Becca didn't like to arrive together or be seen leaving together.

"Would it be the end of the world to be seen with me?" Eddie scoffed as he got out of the van.

"End of my social life, yeah."

~

Eddie sat on the couch as he watched the party around him. He watched the couples dance and sloppily make out like no one was around. He used to be one of them. He used to be happy like that.

He watched as Becca talked with her friends, not once looking towards him. He almost felt like she only liked Eddie because he was with someone else.

~

"So, prom is next week. What time should I pick you up?" Eddie asked as he drove both of them to his trailer.

"Why would you pick me up?" Becca laughed as she turned to look at him.

"We've been dating for almost three months so I figured we could go together and tell people about us," Eddie explained

"Why? Because you said so? We never talked about going public. And there is no way I'd ever go to prom with you."

"Will you ever admit to being with me?" Eddie asked, he felt like he already knew the answer.

"Eddie, we are having fun. It's not like either of us expects to go the long run and marry each other. Why ruin what we have?"

Because he ruined everything for her and now he regretted it.

~~~

It was the night before prom and Eddie called it quits with Becca. If the relationship taught him anything, it was that he did love Y/N. He fell in love the whole time but couldn't recognize it.

Eddie knocked on the door and waited for her to open it.

"What are you doing here?" Y/N asked, she kept the space between the door small to remind him he wasn't welcomed in.

"To admit how wrong I was." Eddie confessed, Y/N tried to fight the urge to roll her eyes. "I thought I wasn't in love with you and I figured after six months I should have known. But once you were gone, I realized everything I felt was already love. I was an idiot and I'm so sorry."

"Eddie..."

"I know. I fucked up. I took everything we had and ruined it for my own selfish reasons. I regret everything and I regret how I broke it off with you. I never should have cheated. You were enough and you are perfect. I learned that there isn't anyone better than you and the love you gave me is something I'd never feel from anyone else. I don't know why you loved me, but you did. And I took it for granted. I'm sorry for everything."

"What do you truly want Eddie?" Y/N sighed. She was glad she finally got the apology she deserved but she didn't know if it was enough to erase all the pain he caused. All the shame she felt and the heartbreak.

"I want to make this up to you. I want to go to prom with you and show you off. You deserve to have the magical night you've been dreaming about." Eddie said, he felt hopeful as it seemed she was thinking about it.

Then she smiled and nodded. "I'd like that. I'll see you tomorrow Eddie."

Eddie smiled as she closed the door.

Maybe there was hope after all.

~~~

Eddie pulled up to her house at the time she gave. He was dressed in his suit and it walked up to her door.

He held flowers in one hand and knocked with the other.

But no one came to the door. He knocked again and then a few times more. He set down the flowers, and walked around the house to look through the windows. Everything was dark and he couldn't see anything.

Eddie walked back to his van and headed off to the school. Maybe he was meant to meet her at prom?

~

Eddie pulled up to the dance and walked in. He searched around for Y/N. He wasn't sure what she was wearing so he had to really look at faces and hair.

He saw Becca and went the opposite direction. Still ashamed for how caught up he got in her.

Eddie sighed in relief when he saw Brad, "Hey, have you seen Y/N?"

"Why do you ask?" Brad asked, Eddie was taken back from the glare Brad sent his way.

"Why does it matter? Have you seen her or not?" Eddie snapped.

"It matters because you're asking where my date is." Brad argued, he crossed his arms and looked down at Eddie. Eddie didn't want to shrink down, but he did. Brad was one of the big jocks, even though he was friendly, he had no problem tearing someone apart.

"Wait, she's your date?" Eddie was confused. Just last night she said yes to him. "When did you ask?"

"Last month, you know when you were still chasing Becca like a lost puppy? You weren't the only one who moved on, Munson." Brad said, he patted Eddie's shoulder in a mocking way with a smirk and walked off.

Eddie was consumed with so much anger. And he wasn't leaving until he talked to her. Eddie followed behind Brad, figuring he would lead him to her.

And he was right.

Eddie watched as she smiled happily as Brad leaned down and kissed her lips. She looked beautiful. She was in a black dress with dashes of red, and Brad's tie matched her perfectly. She truly planned on going with Brad all along.

"WHAT THE HELL!" Eddie yelled as he grabbed her arm to yank her away from Brad.

Brad got protective fast, shoving Eddie's hands off of her and getting in his face.

"I got this, babe. Just two minutes?" Y/N said, she leaned up and pecked Brad's cheek and he nodded. He gave them some space but he watched from afar in case he needed to step in.

"What kind of game is this? You said yes but you are all cosy with fucking Brad?" Eddie spat. But she didn't back down. She got as close to his face as she could as she clenched her jaw.

"Hurts to be lied to and led on, doesn't it?" She smirked as the words worked their way through Eddie's head.

"We were done the second you walked out and I meant it. I would say I'm sorry but I'm really not. You cheated and you didn't want me. I found someone who did and someone who doesn't care that I'm not a cheerleader. Someone who wasn't afraid to end up with me because he didn't feel like he was missing out on someone else. Bye, Eddie." She said then turned around.

Eddie watched as she grabbed Brad's hand and they walked away. Eddie couldn't help but feel tears building in his eyes. He ran out of the school and jumped in his van. He cried as he bashed his hands against the steering wheel. It was all his fault and he hated that. He hated that he had everything in the palm of his hands and he wanted more.

He always wanted more.

He angrily ripped off his jacket and threw it in the back, he heard it land on a box and he turned around. The gift she gave was still untouched.

He reached behind him and grabbed it. He tore it open and whatever was left of his heart snapped all over again.

A scrapbook of all their memories in one place. Each page was a reminder of who he lost, the love he lost.

Now he was alone with nothing but regret.

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[justauthoring]

💅🏻 for kaveh ??? so happy you’re starting to write for genshin <33

💅🏻 — bridal carry

word count: 761

a/n: he's my baby whom i love very much <3

"my ankle."

kaveh pauses at your voice, halting in his steps as he casts a curious glance back in your direction. you sounded quieter than normal, which had already been enough to catch his attention, but his face falls with concern when he sees you quite a few steps behind and with a rather frustrated expression on your face.

your skin has paled, a thin sheet of sweat across your forehead with your lips twisted up into a pout. your gaze is downcasted, your left leg stretched out in front of you as you stare at your ankle with full mirth.

kaveh reaches you in seconds; "what happened?" his words come out in a panicked rush as he kneels, gently taking your ankle in his hands.

"i twisted it over a root," you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. "i tried to ignore it but it really hurts."

you look mildly embarrassed to confess your own discomfort. you're carefully avoiding kaveh's gaze, cheeks pinched in embarrassment. but beyond that, kaveh can see the small signs of just how much pain you're really in - you wince at every movement, no matter how slight and there's a careful way you've positioned yourself to avoid any pressure on your left leg.

beyond that, a single look at your ankle tells kaveh all he needs to know. it's all swollen, part of it even looks bruised and your skin feels hot beneath his fingers from how you twisted it.

pushing himself but up to his feet, kaveh frowns down at you. "we're quite a ways from sumeru..." he trails, glancing back in the direction you'd both been walking from and then towards where you're going. "we could try setting up camp for a little-"

"but your job!"

kaveh turns back to you, seeing your worried face, and then turns back to your ankle. "i don't want you to hurt your ankle more..."

biting your lip, there's a pause as you seemingly pause in thought to yourself. kaveh is about to assure you it's okay, that his client will just have to deal with him being late (even if he knows his client will be anything but okay about it) when your face sets into determination and you're promptly moving to take a step forward.

"i'm fine," you assure at his panicked look. "it doesn't hurt-"

you don't finish your sentence as your first step sends you crashing towards the ground in seconds. kaveh's quick reflexes are to thank for his ability to catch you before you do fall and potentially hurt yourself more.

he grabs you by the shoulder, the other hand shifting around your waist to steady you as you grab onto his arms in response, a yelp leaving your lips and looking dazed at your near-fall.

"doesn't hurt, huh?" kaveh quirks a brow at you.

you huff. "but... you can't be late."

realistically, he knows your right. and judging by your expression, you'd only feel immense guilt if kaveh did make you both stop for the day when it was clearly mid-day and nowhere near night.

so, he does the next best thing.

before you can argue or even realize what he's doing, he's using the arm that had been holding your shoulder to slip under the bend of your knees and bracing you against him as he lifts you off the ground. a gasp of surprise leaves your lips and your grip on him tightens significantly as you're suddenly off the ground.

"kaveh!"

"i'll carry you, then," he grins over at you.

you look baffled by his suggestion but as your lips part to argue, it's clear you don't really know what to say. there's that pretty flush across your cheeks again and you look torn between staring at him wide-eyed and avoiding his eyes all together.

"b-but... aren't i heavy?"

"nonsense!" he brushes off with ease, "besides, i'm not leaving you here alone while you're hurt and this way you don't have to feel guilty about making me late to my client. it's a win-win, yeah?"

and your lips part once more to argue but fall shut a second later.

"yeah," you say slowly, voice a whisper. "okay."

he nods, and moves to step forward, making sure you're secure in his arms. the last thing he wants to do is drop you.

"kaveh."

"hmm?" he hums, glancing down at you.

you're smiling softly to yourself, avoiding his gaze once more but kaveh doesn't miss the way your fingers play with strands of his hair locked around his neck.

"thank you."

[stardew-shitposterino]

The Bachelors and how they’d react if you asked them to start a family

Same old same old. This post is inspired by @babiebom 's post about the bachelor/ettes and how many kids they’d have :3 I’m not really a person who is too keen on children and being a housewife, but I can’t deny that the thought of a picture perfect family does warm my heart, girlies. Enjoy 💅🏻🍼

Some answers are gender specific. I hope to anyone playing the game as a same sex couple that you can look past that 🙏🏻

Sam:

-he’d be boots the house down in total shock

-don’t get it twisted, he is ecstatic, but damn he didn’t expect it to be this soon

-of course he is excited about every life stage of his potential little ones, but he can’t wait to have someone he can teach how to skate

-„really? A-and you’re not joking or anything? RAD!“

-maybe he is a bit too excited as he‘s definitely ripping his pants off his body as soon as the message sunk in

-„Oh you didn’t mean we should start it right now? Sorry my bad 😅“

Sebastian:

-he is happy but can’t really show it

-anxiety is kicking hard rn

-it’s not that he doesn’t want this, but he has so many worries, after all he had lived through himself

-he definitely needs some time to think about this

-„Y/N, I’d really love to have this with you one day, but please give me time to adjust to this. It’s a lot for me to process.“

-he will eventually open up about it and you agree on not rushing things. If you’re an opposite sex couple, you agree on starting a family once you’re pregnant. No planning, just living and if it happens, it happens (it probably happened after like 2 months after you had the talk lol)

Elliott:

-„Heavens, Love! What wonderful news. I’ve been waiting for this moment. This will be the start of our legacy!“ (excuse me bruuuhh this is how I imagine him talk lol)

-he had heart-shaped eyes if you haven’t noticed

-as much as he loves the romance and allure of being a childless couple with a world to their feet, he can’t kick the idea of being a wholesome dad raising a curious child with his wonderful partner

-he emphasises on not rushing things as he doesn’t want you to feel pressure. He knows how stressful your job is so he doesn’t want you to feel overwhelmed though you proposed that idea first

-you can bet your ass you went to bed after that talk 👀 WHO SAID THAT 🤨

Harvey:

-he is a blushy mess thank you and amen

-he‘s so anxious but also so excited

-no way you actually proposed this to him. He actually accepted his fate as a childless bachelor

-but here he is, finally getting the happy little family he always wanted

-but it isn’t smooth sailing with him, oh no. You can bet your ass he has to calculate everything through before he feels comfortable enough starting to bring this wish to reality

-you know, you earn a shit ton of money but he is anxious ok. He needs to KNOW the child won’t end up homeless with nothing to wear once it’s here

-“Oh this is all so new and, I-I don’t even know how to say it without it sounding wrong. I just can’t grasp that this is happening. Pinch me so I know I’m not dreaming”

-you didn’t sleep with each other that day but a make-out sess was in it. A wholesome one to say the least. This man is wholesome in my books 📕

Shane:

-the only thing missing here is that he fainted and fell to the floor after you popped the question

-say WHAT NOW?!

-no way. He probably heard it wrong. You didn’t just ask HIM to have YOUR children… no wait the other way around. This is what that question did to his brain lol

-or generally having kids together. He isn’t opposed to adopting because he fears the kids will inherit his messed up brain so taking in kids that are in need of a nice, welcoming home doesn’t sound bad either

-but no wait wait back to the topic; he’s a MESS

-he always wanted children and a family in general, the very boring ass white picket fence fantasy is what he longed for but kind of accepted that it’s something he cannot have. Well guess what…HE CAN

-“wait…did you- and you mean with me? Or is there someone else I should know about? Ok sorry bad joke. But you mean it?! Really? A little sibling for Jas🥹”

-just know this burly man started crying a river of joy tears. But once the tears dried and it kicked in 👀

-“ok if we want this to work out we gotta get to business 😎”

Alex:

-like Shane, he waited for this moment

-just he isn’t anxious like some of the others, he straight up jumps for joy lol

-“BABE NO WAY! I’ve been waiting for this!”

-he is a happy crier tho. Expect him to cry a little but in a good way

-but also expect him to propose the question of having a lot more kids in the future. He wants a football team of kids. But the amount is still negotiable of course (you gave him the “spouse stare” which made him go down a notch lol)

- he will babble about what gender the first kid might be, what he’d do with them depending on it and how he’d get them the smallest grid ball jerseys you’ll ever see because “LOOK THEY ARE SO TINY”

-like some of the others, he might be a bit too eager to start the baby project. Even if you can’t conceive yourself, he will live out that fantasy. You prepared yourself for this because it was very much predictable lol

[yuri-is-online]

I guess I can call myself a returner of interest in Fyuuture kid au to the masses, and I'm proud of it🏅 the part with other four dorms was absolutely amazing! Thank you! And your reply to my previous message was so heartwarming. My baby boy🥹 Yuu really should beat the magical marshall with a slipper when they meet again, no one touches THE bestest boy😤

It seems like I'll have to write down my questions, cause I tend to forget them in two minutes 😔 but there's the one I remember:

It was discussed in one of the posts (Riddle!Yutu), how does Yutu look like?🤔 I thought he would bear more resemblance with Yuu, so everyone wouldn't quickly (or immediately with some fathers) make conclusions. Does he have beastmen characteristics if his dad's from Savannaclaw? Does he inherit Idia's hair? Can he transform into octopus/eel/dragon form? (In twisted wonderland, I mean, not in Yuu's homeworld. I've read that post💅🏻) Is he as tall as the twins? 🤔 imagine 190 sm or 6ft 3, duckling following you

Have a nice day/evening, take care of yourself!

You should be very proud of yourself annon I am having a lot of fun with this! The Magical Marshall's are a government organization so the image of Yuu charging a fed with a slipper gave me a laugh, but yes they should. How dare they hurt Yutu ୧(๑•̀���•́)૭

imagine 190 sm or 6ft 3, duckling following you

Hand slipped. Anyway Yutu wears a pretty big sweatshirt sweater dress type thing that obscures a lot of his facial features though I did briefly play with the idea of him wearing a sort of mask similar to an FFXIV ash mask:

The justification was that the air in the future timeline! Twisted Wonderland was so polluted by blot and Yutu was so used to breathing it he needed some magical assistance... I think I also wrote some bullshit about the mask applying a glamour to Yutu so he didn't need to wear the big sweatshirt, but I feel like the mask would be more suspicious than just some guy who wants to keep his hood up.

As for those unique features, yes. With the exception of Malleus! Yutu, all of the non human Yutus found themselves transforming into an entirely different species when they came through the mirror into Twisted Wonderland. It was an extremely painful experience, imagine having your parent basically die in your arms and the next thing you know you are turning into a giant pacific octopus on the floor of a castle in front of a bunch of people. Yutu should be rewarded for not losing his shit then and there. The beastmen Yutus needed some time to adjust to having stronger hearing and senses of smell, the merfolk Yutus basically missed the first few months of magic education getting used to their merfolk forms, and Yutu Shroud had his hair instantly set itself on fire and had a massive panic attack. The beastmen Yutus have to keep their extra features tucked underneath their hoodie, which is very frustrating for Jack! Yutu who has a lot of floof that suddenly has nowhere to go. Lilia! and Sebek! Yutu don't have any noticeable appearance differences (unless you like the thought of him having Sebek's hair color), but I do like the idea of their teeth getting sharper. I prefer to leave a lot of Yutu's appearance up to the reader, but I had a super clear picture of Riddle! and Epel! Yutu as being short, and the more I think about the merfolk... I see Floyd! Yutu as being a sort of middle ground between his parents's height and Jade! Yutu as being about as tall as his dad. Oh and Azul! Yutu is taller than his dad, he is a bulky boy.

Now. Malleus! Yutu. So dragon fae hatch from eggs that can only be created out of love and constantly need to receive magic from their loving parent. That clearly didn't happen with Yutu, so I don't think he can transform into a dragon. He is still clearly inhuman, he has Malleus's eyes and ages much more slowly than other humans, even in your world he looked really young for his age. Think of Malleus! Yutu as sort of playing by half-elf rules, he's going to be living for hundreds of years and as he gets older he will grow tiny horns and some scales around them. He is also the strongest of the Yutus magically speaking, he did get some love from his father after all.

I did have a thought of sorts about the whole egg thing... I mentioned before that I had played with the idea of giving certain Yutu's siblings, and while I am still uncertain of the others I can see Malleus! Yutu having a twin of sorts who did hatch out of an egg, who can transform into a dragon, and who would have been left behind in Twisted Wonderland. I have so many ideas I wrote a lot of them down but this au is already so complicated I don't know if I want to add her. I do really like it though...

[borathae]

So first I got very sick, and then I got my period and I’ve been a miserable mope slug for over a week. But the worst part was I missed the daily Kinktober!!! To make up for it, I’ve been literally FEASTING and binging on all the fics!!

I love aaol anyways, but I love their dedication to the role play. BABY STAR CANDY 💜💜 demon Yoongi was 😵‍💫 4 ARMS?!?!! How did you even come up with that??? Tiny weepy Hoba was so cute. And tipsy Yoongi?! Gigantic YES to studio sex. Thinking about what happens in the genius lab is BRRRRRRR

For the Tae fic, I don’t know if I was more turned on by the apartment or the free use. Just kidding, it was the free use! I’m not even going to talk about Fuck Yourself because

Munching session? I could die! And your version of findom is MUCH MUCH BETTER than actual findom. I love that OGC Kook wears those toe socks, because of course he would. The needy foot job and cutie Yoongi (tummy rubs!!!) and dolly Tae and Jimin somno?! 😍😍😍 I loved how everyone got their own fics, especially Seokjin and Jimin and Namjoon.

So much hole stuffing, monster fucking, breeding, belly bulging, and ANOTHER LUBE ENEMA?! The toilet scene is evil! But my favorite part is no matter how nasty everything gets, the endings are always so soft and lovely.

SIBI!!! YOUR BRAIN!!! 🤯🤯🤯 THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for making my weekend so delicious and for doing Kinktober!!!💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

I love aaol anyways, but I love their dedication to the role play. BABY STAR CANDY 💜💜

i don't think you besties understand how MUCH I love this couple pleaseee 😭😭

demon Yoongi was 😵‍💫 4 ARMS?!?!! How did you even come up with that???

GIRL BESTIE!!! the inspo was Sukuna in his true from I said what I said 💅🏻

Tiny weepy Hoba was so cute.

he wAS!! thank you for appreciating him not enough people understand the vision with tiny weepy Hoba ✊🏻😔

And tipsy Yoongi?! Gigantic YES to studio sex. Thinking about what happens in the genius lab is BRRRRRRR

me fr like BRO I'M FERAL

For the Tae fic, I don’t know if I was more turned on by the apartment or the free use. Just kidding, it was the free use!

JFAJDSFJ ME

I’m not even going to talk about Fuck Yourself because

the meme is so ME after this story omfg I love when subby!koo

And your version of findom is MUCH MUCH BETTER than actual findom.

thank you!! this means so much to me <3333

I love that OGC Kook wears those toe socks, because of course he would.

OF COURSE HE WOULD HELLOO??? this is so him

The needy foot job and cutie Yoongi (tummy rubs!!!) and dolly Tae and Jimin somno?! 😍😍😍 I loved how everyone got their own fics, especially Seokjin and Jimin and Namjoon.

heheh I'm happy to hear that you appreciate their stories as well <3 this is so so lovely to hear 💜

So much hole stuffing, monster fucking, breeding, belly bulging, and ANOTHER LUBE ENEMA?! The toilet scene is evil! But my favorite part is no matter how nasty everything gets, the endings are always so soft and lovely.

aaaah!!! this!! you just get me!! thank you!!! I always wanna make sure that you as readers get the deserved aftercare as well!! reading erotica is just another form of sexual pleasure and I feel it is my duty as a erotica writer to make sure that you guys get the aftercare as well <3

SIBI!!! YOUR BRAIN!!! 🤯🤯🤯 THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for making my weekend so delicious and for doing Kinktober!!!💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

NO BUT THANK YOU!! hehehe I'm happy that many people seem to enjoy Kinktober heheh 💜💜💜

[squalodinoappreciationsquad]

Hi! You posted promts, hope it's okay to ask. Can you do the hibiscus one from squalo pov, please?

Hi, nice to meet you! Always, feel free to aqsk more!

And here there is another VERY DELICIOUS prompt! 💅🏻

Hibiscus - the realization of a friendship becoming something more 

Squalo is looking at an old photo portraying him and Dino at the beach, made on a day with way too much sun and way too much sky.

He remembers that day well, even though sometimes he wishes he didn't.

Unfortunately, that might as well be a core memory of his, as it doesn't seem to ever fade away. THe day he realized he actually fell in love with the person he least expected it.

Well, now he is older and he has had time to process it, but back then he was just a teen.

And he was angry.

He suddenly had a surge of something he didn't want to deal with in the first place and for the stupidest reason in the whole world, but also the worthiest reason in the whole universe.

He remembers how again he had found Dino moping around on the beach, alone and saddened - after all his dad had died not long ago after all.

And Squalo also remembers the bunch of other teens who had surrounded Dino asking him to fight - and after all the news that Dino had single-handedly beaten an entire family was on everyone's lips and that was not really good considering that the boy only wanted to grieve in peace.

That exactly had prompted Squalo finally putting himself in the middle for a good old beating, after which he of course came out as a victor, but also had made Dino even more worried.

Squalo remembers that Dino had gone immediately next to him to check for any serious wound and he also remembers that he was saying he would be "just fine."

And he also remembers the next words. Dino had just said, in the angriest tone he coulod muster: "You are my first and only friend in this world, I don't want to lose you too, stop being so reckless!"

And somehow Squalo had been taken aback - no one ever bothered about him, no one ever defined him as a friend - his heart beat louder than usual.

And then he remembers having spent the entire afternoon there at the beach, under a sun that was too warm and with the uncomfortable awareness that his heart was beating, therefore he was human.

And when the sun was finally setting, and Dino was now a bit happier and the warm rays made the sea look like an explosion of colors, that was when Dino asked him for a photo together "to remember this day".

And he caved in - what else could happen other than more useless chattering whilst he kept trying the fencing forms at the best of his abilities, after all.

And in that setting sun, whilst the rays softly reflected their shadows, Squalo remembers it too well and too vividly, Dino had finally smiled - a genuine and sincere smile, as a thank you, and Squalo was stunned.

Nowadays Squalo mentally cringes and will never admit it not even under torture, but he had felt the metaphorical butterflies in the stomach.

He had just stared at him for a long moment, losing himself in the vastity of the sky above him, in Dino's eyes and smile.

Well, at that time he remembers being angry about it, hence why the photo shows him with a very disgruntled expression. Nowadays he is not angry, but rather frustrated at this nagging feeling and Dino's smile etched in his brain.

No matter how much he distracts himself, it's all ther.

Maybe it is about time to do something about it.

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

Okay i don’t know why but i actually replied to your post but tumblr just deletes my replies every time 🤔

But idk kadea seems shady to me like girl why won’t you answer why you were in windhaven und then az told her that the reader is his friend and she just continues kissing him?? Really girl you are not a girls girl😒

And i really hope az didn’t sleep with her and he asked her to leave when he went back 🙌🏼

And boy why are you getting jealous again? You let kaede grind against you, reader has to watch but when someone wants more with her you get mad?? 😒😒😒

My theory is that kaedas dad set her out to get some information about the bat boys i don’t know why but she seems sus to me

Wow i just rumbled and didn’t tell you how much i love your writing 🫶🏼

I really hope your dad is well and healthy 🩵

I reckon it’s Kaeda deleting your comments 😒

All excellent points 💅🏻and very interesting theory 👀

Thank you so much 🥹🥹🫶🏻my dad is doing fine now, thank you! 💕

[riverisnotdead]

Hi! Saw your welcome post and wanted to ask if you would be comfortable writing for Jeff t.k. in a relationship? Maybe headcanons or a small scneario?

Just- ✨ y e s ✨

Also, AHHHH thank you for being my first request! I hope this turns out to your liking! 💜

Jeff The Killer x Gender Neutral (GN) reader

So, as much as I like Jeff I just gotta say this man probably yandere as hell 😀

Like, “I saw you get within five yards of another proxy and you aren’t allowed to leave the room for the rest of the night” type yandere

BUT

I also like to headcannon that as rough as he may be, you are the only person he even SLIGHTLY softens around

Cuz you’re a mAtErIaL gWoRL 🙄💅🏻

It definitely wouldn’t be anything profound, after all he has to keep his massive ego and whatever reputation he has up

But he would

Just a little (if you squint you can tell)

He also LOVES it when you touch his scars or give him lotion cuz let’s be real his skin prolly ✨ a s h y ✨ af

Offer to help him bathe or wash his hair and he’ll die a little inside.

He’s obviously very touch starved so he enjoys little touches here and there

But PLEASE for the love of slender NEVER in front of the other proxys

His ego (and reputation) as a heartless MF would be h u r t

Also random, but I just imagine him really liking Sprite

Like, one time Sally blackmailed him into a tea party and didn’t have actual tea-

So she gave him a sprite

And he loved how it fizzed against the gashes in his mouth

Overall classic tsundere/yandere but he wouldn’t kill you 😌

I hope 🤠

Scenario time :0000

(I’ll try to make this as gn as possible 😤)

Jeff kicked off his shoes and basically flopped onto the thin mattress with a loud groan. You looked up from you book and and silently watched as he struggled to get comfortable.

“Long day?” You asked as you reached over to run one of your hands through his black hair.

“You have no idea.” He grumbled in reply and slightly pushed his head further into you comforting touch. You hummed in acknowledgment, continuing to stroke his head as you picked up on your book.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence you spoke up not wanting him to sleep just yet. “You need a bath.”

Jeff looked up at you and made a face as you pulled your hand away. “I don’t need a bath.”

“You smell like cigarettes, dried blood, and something burnt. You need a bath.” You retorted as you marked your page and got up to run warm water in the tub that was in the connected bathroom. He muttered something incoherent under his breath as he stripped off his clothes and once the tub was full he slid into the water. He leaned his head back against the tub and sighed softly as you poured water on his head and started gently scrubbing his scalp with shampoo.

After his bath he threw on a tank top and sweats and headed downstairs to see if there was any available food. As he walked into the kitchen he noticed the watchful eyes of Sally focusing on him.

“Hi Jeff!” She chimed. He glared in response.

She shot him an offended look and sulked behind Masky who was rummaging through the fridge.

“You shouldn’t be so mean to children Jeffery.” He said as he pulled out a leftover cheesecake and some ingredients, setting them on the counter before hoisting Sally up to sit next to them as he cooked.

“Whatever.” He replied as he slinked off to the living room. Reclining on the couch and watching from afar as you entered the kitchen greeting Masky and Sally before helping prepare dinner.

I hope you liked this! Please let me know if there’s anything I could do to make it better! Saranghae! 💜💜

-Cherry 🍒

[andvys]

hi babe!! i just read part 14 and i loved it so much ♡ i think it was a great and much needed chapter with all the so important conversations with steve and eddie 💓 but the drama?? THE DAD?? (or should i say... dead... deaddy...?) (...sorry i'll stop)

“Hey Dingus,” Robin whispers. She nudges his shoulder and offers him a drink. 

can i just say i love them so very dearly

“Just like always, like ‘hey honey, can we talk?’” Robin says in a deep voice.

BAHAHAHA ROBIN IS SO ICONIC

“Yes, you do!” She exclaims with a teasing look on her face. “You always have that smirk on your face too, flick your hair and put your hand on your hip like a mom.”

THEYRE SO IMPORTANT TO ME 😭🫶

His eyes widen, lips parting and his cheeks grow red. “W-What? Who told you that?” 

baby as if you don't have red cheeks and the adoration in your eyes each time y/n talks to you 😭 boy 😭

“I could never forget you, Steve Harrington.” 

AWWW their friendship is so iconic as well

“Come here,” he whispers, opening his arms for you. You smile and lean closer to him, wrapping your arms around him, you hug him and close your eyes. 

(i want a hug from him too)

Lucas chuckles, nodding, “sure, whatever you say, Eddie. You are totally not jealous over the fact that Steve is kissing her right now.”

LUCAS IS ONE OF MY FAVS HE'S A LITTLE MENACE

How is this 17 year old boy wiser and smarter than him? 

my question exactly

She chuckles at your words, “yeah, fuck that guy.” 

YEAH FUCK BILLY!! hate that guy

He licks his lips, chuckling, he holds his hand out to you, “I’m Henry.” 

uhhh 🤨🤨

“Yeah and he got jealous. He got all pissed at me because I fucked his friend! He had a girlfriend! He had no right to be jealous, right?” 

WAIT WHY IS Y/N GOSSIPING WITH HENRY CREEL LMAO 😭 i can picture him sitting shocked like: girl, no he DIDN'T!! fuck that guy bestie 💅

“Or maybe some nipple piercings,” you smirk. “What the fuck,” Eddie mumbles. 

MY REACTION EXACTLY this is so chaotic i love it

“I’m a wreck,” you say, running your hand down your face, “man, I’m so annoying.” 

noo poor baby :((

BELOVED LEGEND DIED OF DRUG OVERDOSE, NOT MEDICAL CONDITION. AN INSIDE SCOOP INTO THE MAN WE THOUGHT WE KNEW. 

OH SHIT WHAT

OKAY I LOVED IT also you put me in a christmas mood! im totally singing last christmas rn!! the chapter was great as always 💗 - honey anon

hi bby🥰 i’m so happy you liked the new chapter! NOT THE DEADDY LMAOOOO 💀

Robin and Steve are icons and their friendship is literally the best thing ever 🥹

Steve and his crush on y/n will remain forever, it’s adorable. If you think that he will stop flirting with her, he won’t.

“my question exactly” 😂 Lucas is one of the smartest kids lmao

Henry and reader are besties now💅🏻

You’re in a christmas mood already? Wait for the next chapter, she will spend christmas with eddie and wayne and it will be the best one ever 🥺

Thank you for all the reactions, i love youuu🫶🏻 how are you?

[moon-ursidae]

THE MANDALORIAN EPISODE 3.02 SPOILERS

okay i’m getting in on this late bc my sleep schedule is fucked and i’m super busy w university this week BUT I HAVE TIME TO SQUEEZE THE EP IN

they really are like “in case ya’ll didn’t watch tbobf 💅🏻”

TATOOINE TATOOINE

PELIIIIIIIII

I FUCKING L O V E HER

“is he gone?” HAHAHAHAHA WORKING W THE JAWAS

I LOVE HER

HER TOOTH

YYEEEAAAAAAAAA DIN DJARIN

THE FLIP TO PELI??????? GROGU HELLO???

😭😭😭😭

“hey grandpa” HAHAHA

AMY’S JAWA VOICE IS SO GOOD

din looks so fuckin tall goddamn

OMG DIN W AN ASTROMECH AHH AHH AHH

“i thought you said it was built for adventure?” HAHAHAHA

omg the fireworks are gorgeous

THE MINES OF MANDALORE AHHHHHHH

the music is goin CRAZYYYY

omg i’m gonna cry at din telling grogu about his past😭😭😭😭😭

“that way, you’ll never be lost” WHAT IF I CRIED IN THE FETAL POSITION ON THE FLOOR???

holy shit the music w the ruins?????????? SO GOOD

din is talking so much this season? we love growth

this is gorgeous

“that wasn’t a question” TEA

DIN AND GROGU WATCHING R5 😭😭

“don’t be a baby” i love when the mandalorian is a comedy

“you can watch him on the scope” SUCH A DAD

SO. PRETTY.

WORK CINEMATOGRAPHY

you fuckin STRUT din djarin

GROGU IS SO SCARED FOR HIM😭😭😭😭

this is so fucking awesome

WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE???????

YEA DIN DJARIN SLAY

DARKSABER BABBYYYYYYYYY

GROGU REACHING HIS HAND OUT STOOOP

“bo katan was right. mandalore is not cursed” SLAY. she’s also kinda right about your whole cult thing so yknow

they’re so cute😭

YEAAAAAA THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL

i an obsessed with the jet pack

this is so fucking awesome

i’m LOVING this so far

awe grogu’s pov of din🥺

THE WAY HE GETS CLOSER AFTER SEEING THE CREATURE IN THE PIPE GO AWAYYYY

if i see a helmetless din djarin this episode i will YELL

the helmet :(

THE FLUTE

HOLY FUCK??????????

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT????????

OMG GROGU’S WADDLE😭

GROGU STEALTH MISSION WOOOOOO

this thing is so fucking scary

WHAT IN THE GREAT VALUE GENERAL GREIVOUS

i’m so scared for my boys rn

his little run are you fucking joking😭😭

“get to bo katan” having flashbacks to episode 7 of tlou “get to tommy’s” UGH

HE’S HITTIN THE GODDAMN JETS

GO GROGU

now THIS is podracing

YEAAAAA GROGU USE THE FORCE

HE’S SO INDEPENDENT AND GROWN😭😭

FLIPPIN AROUND AND SHIT

“let’s get rid of him once and for all” tea? are you wanna fight him or somethin?

RESCUE MISSION WOOOOOO

BEAUTIFUL SHOTS OF MANDALORE

the way grogu gives a look of sympathy to bo after she said “it wasn’t always like this” UGGHHH

BADASS WOMAN

you fuckin STRUT bo katan

you fuckin STRUT katee sackhoff

waiiiit she’s gonna try to snatch the darksaber isn’t she

she’s gonna see that shit on the ground and she’s gonna THINK about snatchin that shit up

AWE GROGU’S SO SCARED😭

THE LOOK OF DETERMINATION ON HIS LIL FACE ARE YOU JOKING like “let’s get my kriffin dad”

them teaching him about mandalorian history😭😭 and the differences between how they deliver it bc of their different perspectives😭😭

YEA BO KATAN SLAY

“did you think your dad was the only mandalorian?” TEAAAAAA

thank you bo katan for answering my earlier question about what fuck these creatures are

what is happening to my boy rn

what is being injected into him

i am very scared for his safety

WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAY ABOUT THE DARKSABER

CALLING HIM DIN????? WHY AM I GONNA CRY???? KSHSKSBSKDHEHJEJDHK

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS THING

okay she’s fucking slaying w that darksaber rn

“your kid. he’s tougher than he looks”😭😭

GROGU REACHING FOR THE FOOD😭

DID HE WANT TO GIVE IT TO DIN😭

oh she gave the saber back slay

god i love mandalorians

so fucking cool

wait is she talking about the death watch when she talked about how they were fighting each other??

hold on i just gotta say the differences in how much bo katan values the creed and how much din values it? she obviously takes it to heart, but it’s not as much of a religious thing as it is for din. she saw it more as an obligation. something for the public eye. a show. din lives and breathes by it. hell, the whole reason he’s even on mandalore in the first place is because of his devotion to the creed. he wants to reconcile. he wants forgiveness for breaking the creed. he broke it by taking off his helmet. meanwhile, he’s walking next to someone that ruled mandalore, who’s walking without their helmet on. showing her face. i just think that’s so fucking cool to think about.

again, when he says “this is the way.” after bo tells din how she lost her father, and she gives a look that has a hint of anger in it? to din, her father fulfilled his creed by dying a mandalorian death. protecting his planet. protecting his people. to bo katan, she lost a father. it’s different for her.

LMAO THE PLAQUE like a fucking museum hahaha

again, the differences in the way that they’re treating the waters. bo katan is reading off the plaque sarcastically, but din is preparing for a ceremony. he’s removing his weapons, slowly walking into the waters while reciting the creed. it’s so good.

am i gonna see a helmetless din djarin??

the answer is no

the music?? gorgeous

DIN??? DID HE GET SNATCHED BY A MYTHOSAUR?????

WAIT.

AM I GONNA SEE A MYTHOSAUR????

NO FUCKING WAY

NO GODDAMN FUCKING WAY

HELLO???????

OH MY GOD?????????????

THAT WAS A FUCKING LIVING MYTHOSAUR????????

WHAT THE FUCK??????????????????

AHSHJSJSKSBSKDBSLDBKXBDKDBDKDBDKSBKSBSLWJDLJFOWJQOFBSNBXLAJSLFBDOBWKDBXKDBALJEOFBXN

HOLY SHIT.

OH. MY. GOD.

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

im so excited for u!!! tell us about him!!

thank you 🥰🥰🥰🥰

lol and i’ll tell you guys as much as i can without revealing too much, he knows that i write fanfics but i don’t know if he knows i’ve told you guys about him 😂

he’s a bit older than me, i’m 22 he’s 24, he’s 5’11, we have a very similar taste in music and in interests.

he’s been dying to learn how to play dnd and wants to learn it with me, he goes to renaissance fairs and concerts all the time, he loves hp lovecraft and all kinds of cosmic horror.

he’s kind and he’s sweet and we get along so well! just this morning he’s already started sending me tiktok’s about being his girlfriend 😂

we’ve been on three dates so far and i’ve barely had to pay for anything on them, he loves that i’m high maintenance, he likes to show me off and he actually really likes it when other guys stare at me cause he knows that he’s got what other people want 💅🏻

i’m really excited to see where this goes 🥰 i know it’s a new relationship but i think this is something that’ll last a while

[missionaria-protectiva]

Jacaerys remains unsure as to why; was it the way your ankle sometimes wobbled when you curtseyed in front of his mother or his grandsire the King, back in your youth? Or the way that smile only seemed to grow under the dim lights of the Red Keep - your hair, done quite elegantly by one of the many ladies who had once tended to you, torn away from its restraints and ribbons as you ran down the halls with trickling laughter, dogs at your ankles and Lucerys trailing after you. 

the fact that he noticed so many details and peculiarities about her 🥺🥺🥺 he's too sweet

The day you hit his Uncle Aemond, striking his cheek with a wooden toy and receiving twelve lashings as punishment? 

OUCH, but also how iconic of her!! 😌💅🏻 slay, queen

[...] and then the other one, the eldest; the heir to your Lord father. He had a laugh much like yours, though was much more reserved.  Jacaerys found him easy to converse with, showing him Vermax and hiding a huff of laughter when the boy’s eyes widened in poorly-concealed fear. 

🏳️‍🌈 ?

You grew into quite the strategist when your family fought a resurgence just last year against a rival House; his Queen mother desires your mind and your presence in her council in the days leading to war. 

OH, as a political animal myself, I LOVE THIS!!

He'd been struck by the woman you've grown to be - not only the curves of your hips, nor the graceful smile, nor the spark in your eyes - but the mind so valuable his mother sent the Prince to deliver you to the council. You’d been proud, dressed elegantly in an intricate gown, bowing graciously with a grin that grew when he kissed your knuckles, the wind whipping your hair the same way it did in your youth.

he's down bad, someone fan him!!

It is with irony you say this: Jace remembers all the troubles of your youth; the Pink Dread, the toads under pillows, the hide-and-go-seek games you played (one-sided as always) with the kingsguard. 

oop, CLOCKED

He repeats your name with a small smile and a nod, his eyes lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary before he looks away, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as you continue down the stone path. 

good lord, the yearning is SURREAL

"We shouldn't," you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper, the words laden with both desire and caution. 

no, we should

THE SLOWBURN IS FUCKING SLOWBURNING

“We won’t.”

Jacaerys’ lips are warm and insistent against yours; heated, in that way your desire has spurred you, but still shy - a glimpse of the boy he is, who likely has had very few romantic trysts just as you haven’t. Your arms wrap around him as you press up onto your toes, his embrace tightening against yours as he deepens the kiss.

AYYYOOO IT'S HAPPENING!!! you had me in the first half, not gonna lie

“Thank you, for…” He clears his throat and you cannot fight the flush on your cheeks. “Showing me around.”

nice save, Jacaerys

this was sweet and wholesome yet full of yearning and tension at the same time, YOUR MIND, I've been FED

your writing is so elegant and delicate, darling!! I love it 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

˗ˏˋ Honeyed ˎˊ˗ Jacaerys Velaryon

jacaerys velaryon x queen's advisor!fem!reader words: 4.6k synopsis: “After we heard news of your success in the rebellion, Her Grace was eager to have you sit council with us. She seems to remember you quite fondly.” He says honestly, “She believed we would get along quite well.”  notes: switching povs; can be a oneshot, or perhaps i'll make it a short series. follows a non-canon timeline/events; Jacaerys is not betrothed to Baela. characters aged-up to 20/21. warnings: canon-typical mentions of war, kissing, allusions to smut. Jace is kinda horny and very flirty. unedited. that's all. feedback is appreciated <3 requests open. masterlist

JACAERYS VELARYON IS WELL ACCUSTOMED TO RECEPTION FEASTS.

In fact, this is the first time in several moons where he has yet to feel slightly taxed at the experience of one; roasted meats, glazed fruits, vegetables with garnish, ale… 

People, too - always fluttering around benches outstretched before some great hall, he and his family perched at the forefront, as if on display for those to gawk at. 

Of course, this time, he is alone. 

The great hearth that sputters and licks in the corner of the hall casts long shadows upon the chalky walls; no great beauty, perhaps, but this castle is indeed very alluring. He can imagine many fond memories could be made having grown up in a place like this. 

Jacaerys watches the girl in his peripheral pour another goblet of ale; a servant offers to pour it for her, but she waves them off with a shake of her hand, smiling nearly as warm as the fire which eats away at her backlit shadow. A girl he’s known since he was just a boy. 

You. 

Your name rings in his head; He’s always found you quite interesting. 

Jacaerys remains unsure as to why; was it the way your ankle sometimes wobbled when you curtseyed in front of his mother or his grandsire the King, back in your youth? Or the way that smile only seemed to grow under the dim lights of the Red Keep - your hair, done quite elegantly by one of the many ladies who had once tended to you, torn away from its restraints and ribbons as you ran down the halls with trickling laughter, dogs at your ankles and Lucerys trailing after you. 

Perhaps the way you spent hours, sitting quietly with his Aunt Helaena, threading needles through fabric and listening to her bizarre cadence dance in the breeze. The day you hit his Uncle Aemond, striking his cheek with a wooden toy and receiving twelve lashings as punishment? 

You and your brother grew up in the Red Keep just as the others - not as frequent as he and his Aunt and Uncles, but still, you remained - with your Lord father as a member of the King’s council, your laughter oft echoed through the hallways of his youth. 

 The quirk of a lip, the flicker of an eye. 

When Jacaerys was just one and ten, he met you for the first time. It had been on an eve cold and miserable - the summer storms in the crownlands could be confusing and harsh, boasting days of rolling thunder and a torrential pour from the heavens that would have windows boarded and children gathered round the hearths. 

You had three brothers; two younger, plump things that would squirm in the ladies’ arms and couldn’t yet speak - and then the other one, the eldest; the heir to your Lord father. He had a laugh much like yours, though was much more reserved. 

Jacaerys found him easy to converse with, showing him Vermax and hiding a huff of laughter when the boy’s eyes widened in poorly-concealed fear. 

You, if ever having a lick of that same fear, never dared show it on your face. Though you were but a mere girl, barely one and ten yourself, there had been no trace of a quiver when Jacaerys had taken your palm and led it towards the huffing, roving snout of Vermax; indeed, there had instead been some honeyed warmth in your eyes, alight with interest.

That day was quite long ago. From what he understands, your Lord father relocated back to your ancestral home just shortly after Jacaerys’ mother returned them to Dragonstone - your father died shortly after, and your brother has ruled Lord since he was fourteen. 

But it has been nearly seven years since Jacaerys last saw you, he supposes - as he is now one and twenty; and now, in just three days’ time, you will return with him to Dragonstone. 

His arrival was swift this evening - less chilly than the day you’d first met all those years ago, Jace wasn’t nearly shivering - but Vermax was tired and hungry, and he’d found himself feeling quite similar. 

They, of course, knew the reason for his visit: You grew into quite the strategist when your family fought a resurgence just last year against a rival House; his Queen mother desires your mind and your presence in her council in the days leading to war. 

It was your brother, the Lord, with his wife who’d accepted Jacaerys; you’d been there, too, standing beside him with the rest of your siblings and your mother. He'd been struck by the woman you've grown to be - not only the curves of your hips, nor the graceful smile, nor the spark in your eyes - but the mind so valuable his mother sent the Prince to deliver you to the council. You’d been proud, dressed elegantly in an intricate gown, bowing graciously with a grin that grew when he kissed your knuckles, the wind whipping your hair the same way it did in your youth.

Yet you’re no child now. 

Jace chances a glance down the table again, seeking you once more. Your body is turned, conversing with the young girl who pours your brother’s ale beside Jace; A laugh echoes through the hall at some murmured joke you tell her. 

He’s once again astounded by your beauty.

Your hair is braided away from your face, skin reflecting gently in the firelight - the gown you’ve donned is intricate, with your family’s sigil sewn into the breastpiece; the hemline of which dips low enough for a fierce heat to grow over his cheeks as he takes in the supple and forgiving skin that shines gently when you laugh. 

Jacaerys forces himself to take a large gulp of ale, relishing the chilled beverage as it slides down his throat - a brief respite from the heat that has begun to gather in his abdomen as you tilt your head, catching his gaze from the other side of your Lord brother. 

He could swear his heart stops when one of your eyes, alight with some misbehavior, drops in a slow wink - a color upon your cheeks that he is unsure is from the heat, the ale, or something else entirely. 

He surely knows what his own blush is from. 

Nails dig into the carved wooden chair below him - how must he be expected to endure such sweet torture for days with you on dragonback? Never mind, the subsequent days in which you will reside with them on Dragonstone as a new member of his Queen mother’s council? 

“My Prince,” you call from your seat, gathering the attention of your brother as well - Jace’s attention is given to you fully and immediately as you tilt your head, “are you enjoying yourself?” 

He nods curtly, swallowing as though caught. "My apologies, I seem to have been lost in thought," Jacaerys replies, thankful that his voice remains smooth and measured despite the momentary distraction. He sets down his goblet, eyes lingering on you for a beat longer than necessary; such beauty has always captivated him, and it makes his cheeks impossibly warmer when your brow lifts tauntingly.

"Indeed, the feast is quite wonderful.” He adds, “Your House’s hospitality is renowned, as always."

The Lord’s eyes twinkle some mixture of pride and amusement as he nods, "It is our duty to ensure our Royal guest feels welcome.” He turns to you, then, “As my Lady wife is quite sick at the moment, I might ask my dear sister here to show you the grounds and your quarters after our meal - if it is not too much.” 

You glance at your brother with a mock sternness. "Too much? You speak as if I'm prone to causing trouble, dear brother."

It is with irony you say this: Jace remembers all the troubles of your youth; the Pink Dread, the toads under pillows, the hide-and-go-seek games you played (one-sided as always) with the kingsguard. 

The jest in your eyes brings a smile to both Jacaerys and your brother. The man beside him chuckles, his demeanor lightening; "On the contrary - trouble seems to follow you like a faithful hound, doesn't it?” 

Your eyes, in a bashful glance towards Jace, reveal the honeyed state of your eyes; they seem to melt, with some steely devotion holding you upright. He can see why his mother is fond of you.

“But Prince Jacaerys is more than capable of handling it - in fact, I’m worried to recall in our youth, he may have been the one to encourage it." A jest - well-meaning, good natured; Jace laughs, shaking his head as the Lord claps his shoulder. 

He is not the boy he once was; duty matters, now. You and Jace are to be joint members of Queen Rhaenyra’s council - you must act like it. A lingering voice whispers in his mind, persuading as your eyes land on his - perhaps duty can wait until you land in Dragonstone.

You bite your lip when Jacaerys offers his arm to you; taking it delicately, you smile graciously as he bids the members of the feast a farewell and lets you guide him softly into the castle’s halls. 

PRINCE JACAERYS VELARYON IS MUCH TALLER THAN YOU REMEMBER.

Granted, you were merely a young girl when you last laid eyes on him - then, still a scrawny boy who poked and prodded those blonde-haired beasts in the halls of the Red Keep; but now, as you gaze up at his strong jaw, the curls of dark hair that move in the gentle wind, you have to school the warmth that grows in your abdomen.

There is a silence that swallows your footsteps through the dimly lit corridors; the familiar scents of your castle – a mixture of old stone, polished wood, and the faintest hint of lavender – envelop you, reminding you of your childhood days in the Red Keep. It makes you smile, fingers itching to flex over the bicep that lies under your palm. 

“Much has changed since we were children,” you say softly, glancing up at Jacaerys in the quiet - his face is partially obscured by the shadows, but you can see the faint smile that plays on his lips. There is something in his face - the quirk of lips, the slope of his nose - that reminds you of his mother. 

“Indeed,” Jacaerys replies, his voice warm and low, “But some things remain the same.” He looks down at you, and for a moment, you feel as if he can see right through you – past the years and the changes, to the girl you once were.

It makes your cheeks redden, turning to look out at the walls of portraits, ignoring your very own face, stern and nearly regal, staring down at you as you end the hall. 

Your smile is soft as you catch his eye, "It seems you know, flattery will get you everywhere, Prince Jacaerys.” You tease, shaking your head. “I can see why your mother chose you to carry her diplomatic wishes.” 

“After we heard news of your success in the rebellion, she was eager to have you sit council with us. She seems to remember you quite fondly.” He says honestly, “She believed we would get along quite well.” 

It is an incredibly large compliment, one that you struggle to accept with grace. It makes you smile stupidly at the stone, carrying on through the castle with polite conversation on the local history. 

Eventually, you stop at a large wooden door, intricately carved with the sigil of your House. “These will be your quarters, my Prince,” you say, opening the door to reveal a spacious, elegantly furnished room. “It’s quite late; If you’d prefer, I can show you the gardens in the morrow.” You offer, itching for a chance to rid yourself of his company, if only to ignore the heat and desire that has begun to spin you into its web. The youthful crush and giddiness has returned with so much force it’s taken you in a whiplash, flushing cheeks and racing heartbeat - a girlish smile that cannot wipe itself from your face under his handsome stare.

A fire crackles in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the room.

Jacaerys takes in the room appreciatively. “Your family’s hospitality is truly remarkable,” he says, turning to face you. “Thank you.” His voice is much deeper than you remember, of course, and it lights you with something near desire. Hunger, perhaps; in its peculiar ways. “If it isn’t a bother to you, my Lady,” he says, voice somehow soft under the glow of fire. “I’d like to continue. I’m feeling rather restless.” 

You smile, feeling a heat once again rise to your cheeks. “It would be my honor, my Prince.” You agree, torn between nerves and flattery, relief that he wishes to remain in your company for the evening. 

He steps closer, his eyes searching yours, as if hesitating for a moment, before speaking. “And please, call me Jacaerys. We’ve known each other far too long for such formalities.”

You nod, your heart pounding in your chest. “Very well… Jacaerys.”

You resume your stroll through the castle - you tell him all you know of its history, as he has proven a keenly curious and attentive listener; though your mind begins to stray as you make your way into the castle gardens. 

In a few days, you will leave this castle. You will leave the Riverlands, to return with the Prince to Dragonstone - a sense of dread begins to settle in the pit of your stomach. The excitement of seeing Jacaerys again is tempered by the daunting task that lies ahead - joining Queen Rhaenyra's council is the greatest honor of your life, yes, but it is also a tremendous responsibility.

You glance at Jacaerys, who seems so confident and composed in the moonlight, and a wave of insecurity washes over you. Though you gained valuable experience during your House's war last year – strategizing, negotiating, and leading men into battle – this is different.

This is no war over plots of land and trade routes - this is a war that will determine the fate of the realm.

"What troubles you?" Jace asks suddenly, his voice gentle; as if he sensed your unease. You trail through a row of hedges shrubbery, and you notice how well the green agrees with him. The observation feels sacrilegious.

You force a smile, not wanting to burden him with your doubts - "It's nothing," you say, but he stops and turns to face you, his expression earnest.

"I can see something is weighing on you." He’s cordial, concerned as you meet his eyes once again, jaw clenched slightly. 

It feels odd, this connection - this mood, more somber and serious, is a sharp contrast to the jesting you’d delivered in the great hall nearly an hour ago. 

"I... I suppose I'm worried," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've had some experience, yes, but… I fear I might not be prepared for what lies ahead."

Jacaerys looks out to the white flowers that climb along the hedgeline. One ethereal hand, glowing in the moonlight, graces its petals softly.  "I understand," he says. "But Her Grace values loyalty and competence above all else. Traits you have grown to more than embody, my Lady.” 

The compliment is nearly too much; so you insist, with a soft voice, that he calls you by your name as well. 

He repeats your name with a small smile and a nod, his eyes lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary before he looks away, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as you continue down the stone path. 

"You must have seen many changes here over the years," Jacaerys considers minutes later, looking along the fine herbs and beautiful plants which sprout from the earth; you nod. "Indeed," you agree, grateful for the shift in focus. "This castle has a way of holding onto its past while still embracing the future." You gesture to a line of statues along the right of the path; your brother, the most recent and less attended by the degradation of time - vines with purple flowers curl around his chest like armor and you smile fondly. 

“A statue for the past,” you say quietly, eyes roving over your brother’s stoned face, flickering over to your late father’s, where a yellow flowered vine spreads over his own chest, “and a plant for the future.” 

Jacaerys looks rather touched at this. “And who chooses the flowers?” 

You smile smally, “Their wives. As a tribute to their heirs.” 

Jace stares, taking in the row of statues - the castle stony and large in the distance - just far enough to miss the music that fills the hall. A flicker of a breeze kicks a curl up from his temple; torn, your fingers nearly reach out to brush it off his horehead. Bizarrely, you can’t draw your eyes from his lips. 

“And you?” He asks after a moment; you freeze, heat clouding your cheeks. He clarifies after your look, clearing his throat and remaining facing the statue. “Are you… spoken for?” His voice is barely above a whisper, his gaze flickering uncertainly to yours.

Oh.

Your breath catches at the question, surprised by its directness yet unable to deny the thrill it sends through you. You hesitate, considering your response carefully - the tension you feel, that pull - it cannot be one-sided, you know that. But there are duties, there are diplomatic barriers. You wish you could tear them down without risking reputations. 

“I have not yet found someone to…” you clear your throat, cheeks heating. “No.” You gesture to the line of stone men, “Only the Lords and their Ladies remain in our garden, anyways,” you shrug with a small smile, willing your heart to stop racing over his attention. "Maybe I'll plant a vine elsewhere before I leave."

You begin to walk again, down the row of stony men who watch over you. In the silence, your burning curiosity gets the best of you. “And you?” you ask as you find yourselves in the center of the garden, besides the intricate fountain which trickles with water. 

It seems your question has caught him off guard - he blinks, lips parted as he stares at you. For a moment, you’re unsure if you’ve crossed a line - your heartbeat echoes loudly in the stillness of the courtyard.

"I... haven't made any such arrangements," Jacaerys admits, shaking his head with a small smile, voice low. Some heat - relief, or interest - blooms in your chest and you nod at him, pressing your lips in a small smile. 

He hums, seemingly turning the conversation away from the tense air around you. “I believe you will enjoy Dragonstone, though it must be hard to leave.” 

You swallow, considering - looking over the view, the wild grass, the flowers that peek up through the splits of ancient stone. It’s quiet in the dark, the moonlight glittering your gown as you smile wearily, “I suppose I’ll miss this castle very much. Though surely one day, I might return.” 

He hums, considering the view himself, illuminated in a holy light that has your cheeks hot. “I’d miss it, too.” He agrees, looking to the warm hall that still flickers with the lights of the feast. “This castle is nearly welcoming enough to forget the impending responsibilities."

You chuckle softly, your eyes meeting him with a spark of mischief, "Nearly? My Prince, I'd hate to think we're only 'nearly' at impeccable hospitality."

He smiles, a glint of amusement in his eyes though his cheeks glow a rosy hue at his slip-up. "Yes. It would be a shame if that were true," he concedes, his tone light, "But I remember all of your secrets in our youth, and your brother seems to believe you carry some of that tenacity still."

You flush, cursing your brother's teasing in front of the Prince.

"He enjoys embarrassing me, I'm afraid." You sigh, biting your lip. Prince Jacaerys quirks his own smile, tilting his head - a less regal, more boyish look that makes your heart flutter. "Still," He starts coyly, "there must be some hidden treasures you reserve here, my lady."

Your heart skips a beat at the suggestive undertone in his words; the Prince, Jacaerys Velaryon - bold, none the boy he used to be. Back straight, chin tilted as if there was already a crown upon his head, yet he speaks so freely about such private matters. It sparks your coyness. 

Thankfully, your brother is right; you do indeed dance with trouble quite well - especially when trouble comes in the form of a handsome, curly-haired prince. You lift a brow, matching his playful demeanor, "Oh, undoubtedly," you reply with a mischievous smile. Gently, you reach out, running the tip of your finger over his black doublet; his eyes stay on you as you trace the dragons inlaid in red over his chest. His breath catches gently at your motion and you can't help the surge of satisfaction. "But revealing all the secrets too soon would ruin the fun, don't you think?" You all but whisper. "Especially when our guest is so noble as yourself."

His eyes dance at your words, alive with some kind of desire. You wonder if it is repeated in your own gaze. Jacaerys dares lean closer, his voice a velvet whisper. "And if I'm a very impatient noble guest?” 

You swallow around your heart-thundering throat, shaking your head gently, as you close the small gap between you even more, until you can see the few freckles bore on the bridge of his nose, the slight plush of his lips. “It’s a good thing you are here for several days, then, my Prince.” You whisper.

He shakes his head gently back at you, a light mockery, but you’re stuck on the hook of his eyes that bore into your lips, stuck on how you can feel his breath against your forehead. “Jacaerys.” He corrects, watching you wetten your bottom lip. 

You hum, “Prince Jacaerys.” You mend, hiding a smirk as he licks his own lip, eyes cast down at you as if he cannot look away. You worry you cannot, either.

He shakes his head again as if stuck in a loop, curled strands of hair moving with the motion. “Jace.” He insists, brows furrowed gently. You watch his face in the moonlight, beautiful and regal. 

You smile coyly, “Prince J-” 

He shakes his head, leaning in closer until he is flush against your ear; shivers rove over your spine and you can no longer blame it on the chilly breeze of night. You cannot escape the smell of him - amber, some hint of smoke, leather, and distinctly Jacaerys.

His lips brush against the shell of your ear, “I thought I asked you to call me by my name, my Lady.” 

A deep heat of desire coaxes a sharp breath into your lungs at the sensation of his lips. You can almost feel his smile that grows against your skin as he feels your skin raise in small bumps of desire. "You know me well enough, don't you?" He asks once again.

You let out a stuttered breath; do you know him well enough? You certainly wish to. You are doused with the thought of your brother, of the Queen, of Dragonstone, of the war - you should not be acting like children, playing such games with each other. 

“Jace.” You relent, cursing how his name falls from your lips like sweet, molten honey; how you sigh out; how you take a step towards him to breathe in his scent once more. "We shouldn't," you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper, the words laden with both desire and caution. 

Leaning back, his gaze locks with yours; dark and intense. "I know," Jacaerys replies, low and filled with longing, his hand brushing against yours as his palm slides up your forearm. You swallow thickly, unwilling to be the one to pull away first; Though, what would people say? The Prince with you, neither betrothed or courting - about to depart to join a war for his own family's claim to the Iron Throne?

Such worries soon melt away when arousal swirls in your lower abdomen - his eyes take in your figure, roving slowly over your curves, eyes hungry with want and breath thick with desire.  

"We have…" you begin, voice trailing off with a gasp as you struggle to find the right words amidst the overwhelming pull you felt towards him; how his hand slides over your shoulder and moves to grasp your cheek gently.

A thumb, slightly calloused, graces over your skin with some kind of desperation, his eyes searching yours. "Duties?" he finishes for you, echoing that very diplomatic reason that binds you both.

"Yes," you agree softly, your heart racing as the magnetic attraction starts to suffocate you. He nods along with you, and you cannot help but let your head tilt up - towards those very pink and full lips, towards his whisper. “Yes.” He repeats, agreeing with you. “Responsibilities,” he whispers, and it is with a complete jolt to your system that you feel his words brushed gently against your lips. "We shouldn't." He agrees with you.

“We must keep level heads if I am to be a consultant to the Queen.” you say gently, your own hands landing on his chest, not pushing away but tugging, nearly shaking with desperation, to pull him closer. He lets you as he nods, “Your… devotion is admirable.” He agrees against your lips, “But...”

His words trail off as his hand moves from your cheek to the base of your neck, tugging your hair until your breath is tilted just against his lips, his other hand falling to your hip, pulling you closer. Heat thrums in the chill air, your bodies now a breath apart - the shrubbery and plants cease their rustling, the courtyard around you seemingly holding its breath.

"-But?" you whisper, barely able to contain the eagerness in your voice. One hand, adorned with jewelry, snakes towards the nape of the Prince’s neck, his curls thick at the nape - you cannot help the bout of curiosity.

You are rewarded plentifully when his eyes roll back and close momentarily as you tug impatiently on his curls, waiting for his words. A small groan that makes your heart pound and your legs weak. 

"-But," he murmurs, his voice suddenly much more husky with desire, "I find it…difficult to resist you."

His lips hover near yours, a magnetic pull, a scream of defiance against your shared words. You silently sigh in relief at the acknowledgement that most of the castle remains in the great hall still, nobody to witness the sins you might just commit.

"And I, you.” You admit, eyes fluttering shut for a moment, “We shouldn't," you murmur against his lips, even as your fingers curl into his hair, pulling him closer.

"I know," he breathes, his voice strained again with the circle game you play. You hold back a whine of satisfaction as his hand slides up to cradle your face, looking into your eyes. There, amidst the burning fire of his Targaryen blood - you find some molten, honeyed desire. It burns for you. “We won’t.” He affirms, your lips missing the warmth of him so close. 

You nod, unsure how the gap is once again closing between you; do you pull him by your grasp on his hair, his doublet? Or does he, hands strong and capable, tug you against him? 

“We aren’t.” You whisper, eyes flickering to the lips that you so desire. He shakes his head microscopically as he repeats against your own, “We aren’t.” 

But you are. 

Jacaerys’ lips are warm and insistent against yours; heated, in that way your desire has spurred you, but still shy - a glimpse of the boy he is, who likely has had very few romantic trysts just as you haven’t. Your arms wrap around him as you press up onto your toes, his embrace tightening against yours as he deepens the kiss.

The brush of a tongue, the sharp curbing of a short moan of desire. Your stomach does circles within you as his thumb soothes over your jaw, his large hands encasing your face. 

There is a shout elsewhere on the castle grounds, but it provides the jolt of reality that had disappeared from your minds. Still the kiss lingers, a blend of urgency and restraint against your lips and Jace’s, small smiles and bashful chuckles. 

If you’re not back to your quarters soon, there might be some questions - and as much as you love a small bit of gossip, you wouldn’t dare admit what you’ve just done with the heir to the Iron Throne. 

The thought makes you flush once more. 

With practiced grace, you look down; his forehead falls to yours as he takes a breath. You smile smally, “It is getting late; I believe the feast has finished.” You say, trying to ignore the rush of chill that finds you when his body slides a small distance away from your own. 

“Indeed.” He agrees, slipping back into his own gracefulness; chin up, eyes strong. You try not to let yourself go giddy at the memory of his hands on yours, or how he offers his arm to you with a small, knowing grin. “Thank you, for…” He clears his throat and you cannot fight the flush on your cheeks. “Showing me around.” He finishes, eyes glancing once more at the statue of your Lord brother across the hedges. 

You nod, grateful for the momentary reprieve from the charged atmosphere between you; a pleasant respite from the anxiety that has, admittedly, lessened after your conversation with Jace. "It was my pleasure, Prince Jacaerys," you reply with a hint of playful formality; His cheeks still blush that same pretty pink as when you were children. 

And as you begin to walk back towards the main hall, if you catch him sparing several glances at your visage, then so be it. 

After all, you will indeed be spending much more time with him in the coming months.

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[rinadragomir]

Highlights of the first 4 chapters of Chain of Thorns ✨🤌🏻

Gorgeous dark eyes 😍💅🏻 Thomas sleeps and dreams of Alastair, Thomas eats and thinks of Alastair, Thomas looks at Christopher and sees Alastair. Pathetic but good for him, hope that fire message finds the right person~

SHUT UP?!?! stop this?!.... This family is gonna be the death of me, THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH?!😭

Thomas WHAT kind of behavior is that huh? Hehehe "it's very annoying 🙄💅🏻😔" He's the legend, he's an icon and he IS the moment!

y'all know I'm not a fan of him but AJASKPUGSHIJ MATTHEW!!!! Keep entertaining us^-^

What should I say? That I love them more than myself and my whole family all together?!?! Well yes?... What about it?💁🏼‍♀️

I— I'm just— *falls like a kitten from the stairs from that meme* Will's new favorite kid just dropped🥹I can't express my feelings about it, so I'm choosing to scream out of the window ^-^

LISTEN! We all used to joke about Magnus being annoyed that all shadowhunters refuse to acknowledge other warlocks existence and go straight to his apartment during SOBH. But THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THEY DON'T WANNA BOTHER HIM☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻 SO PLEASE BOTHER HIM EVEN MORE 🙏🙇🏼‍♀️thank you

Not Christopher feeling useless and being afraid that all his work will lead to nothing 😭😞 ANYONE BUT HIM!!!! How can he think this way?((((( Nonononono it literally breaks my already broken heart, he didn't deserve this!

WHY NOBODY TALKS ABOUT THE FACT THAT ARIADNE LITERALLY CAME OUT TO HER MOTHER LIKE?!?....... Hello?😳 And her mother already knew about Ari's sexuality and just wants her to shut up and keep trying to seduce rich powerful men? Damn... Like yeah of course she knew:( and we don't know her father's reaction yet. I'm afraid it can be much worse 👀

I also wanted to add

"JEAN-PIERRE, YOU MUST GIVE THEM BACK!"😤

"What?"😳

"THE CHICKENS! YOU MUST GIVE THEM ALL BACK!" 😑

"I will, Claude—"😭

But I can attach only 10 pics ;-;

[sibsteria]

AHH i just noticed you write for jackass and i got super excited!!! also hello fellow she/her sagittarius entp! 😩💅🏻 would i please be able to request a steve-o x reader where him and reader are in an interview (maybe w the rest of the crew) and they accidentally let it slip that they’re going to have a baby? thanks so much love!! ❤️

a/n of courseeee <3 I’m sorry if this was a little short, I tried to pull from a recent interview.

Cat’s Out

“Hello, show people, we’re the cast of jackass and we’re going to see how well we know each other.” Johnny looks to his side, Steve-O along with Y/n are in his view. “Unfortunately, we know each other very well.” Jason let’s put a little giggle at this.

The THR crew hands us a paper.

“Who is most likely to be a ‘Jackass Forever’ and still attempting stunts after the age of seventy” There’s s small thinking pause.

“Steve-O”

“Yeah, I think Steve-O will still be doing this-” Johnny looks into space.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

Chris and Jason sound in agreement.

Y/n had missed something Johnny had said over Jason’s loud voice.

“No way, no way. Course he would.”

“I-I called that too-” Knoxville let’s out a cackle at his friend throwing himself under the bus.

“Okay, let’s talk about me!” Johnny does a mock impression of him and Y/n face palms, giggling beside her partner, everyone erupts into short laughter.

Another paper is passed along and given to Jason.

“Who comes up with the craziest stunts?”

Steve-O doesn’t take a beat before answering, “Knoxville-”

A chorus of yeahs from the group are in agreement.

“-Knoxville has impossible standards for stunts-”

“Well I just like cartoons-” There’s more bounding around the gang, “-and I think, life should operate like a cartoon.” He smiles goofily at the camera. “And it’s cost me a couple’o’times.”

“Speaking of cost, who has broken the most bones?”

“Through jackass or without jackass?” Jason questions more.

“What if it was who said they broke the most bones.”

A big pile of laughter comes in, Y/n speaks up.

“Oh, Erhen!” She cackles out. She meets her man’s eyes for a moment, smiling at his sweet face.

A flurry of agreement swims around the room.

“Who is most likely to walk away without any injury?”

“Hm, Jeff Tremaine-” Johnny smiles, “-who is most likely to get arrested tonight?”

“Y/n.” Jason lets out a sick chuckle, everyone echoes what he said.

Y/n and Steve-O share a look.

“I’m not even drinking tonight, you bunch of bitches!” She whines into a laugh, she slipped up, never mind- they won’t dig in on her.

“Boring! God, you’ve been acting so pregnant, lately.” Everyone laughs at Chris’ joke, except the couple.

“Fuck! Look at her face!” Knoxville points to her stuttering awkward self.

“Dudes-” Steve-O is cut off.

“You’re not…actually pregnant, are you?” Johnny presses, intrigued.

“I-I, what should I-” She looks to her side, begging Steve-O to help her, both of them had agreed to not say anything until a few months.

“I say fuck it- yeah she is.” He looks proudly at the remainder of his friends.

Congratulation cheers and whoops are pulled from them, a couple of head shakes.

“Sorry for outting you, princess.” Johnny gives a slanted smile.

“It’s okay, at least now I can stop making this one stop throwing away the shots you guys hand me.” Her hand finds the comfort of her partner.

“I promise I won’t tase you for another nine months.” Johnny crosses an X over his heart.

“I’d like to think you wouldn’t. Tasing a pregnant woman is a little ambitious for you, Knoxville.” She bursts into messy laughter along with her boys.