#but none of them has me squealing and giggling

[ambrosykim]

help me choose who to marry in stardew valley pls🙏 ive been playing for a while and i have my eyes on some of them but none of them really Speak To Me

[airybcby]

જ⁀♡⊹｡° you outshine the morning sun

( sae itoshi x fem! reader )

♡ a/n — just a short drabble bc domestic sae has invaded my brain

♡ word count — 705

♡ content — sae itoshi x reader, sae x fem! reader, made sae abt 25 in this, marriage mentioned, pregnancy mentioned. AN: i'd give this man as many babies as he wants.

♡ synopsis — sae itoshi didn't need to be a soccer god, not as long as he had you

The roar of the crowd still buzzed in Sae Itoshi���s ears as he exited the stadium, the post-game adrenaline barely settled in his veins. The night air was thick with the voices of fans calling his name, their desperation and admiration mixing into a cacophony he had long since learned to ignore.

"Sae! Just one autograph!"

"Marry me, Sae! Please! Just one chance!"

"I’d give you as many babies as you want!"

The shrill voices of young girls, the deep admiration from older men, the wistful sighs of women both young and old—none of it meant anything to him. He kept his gaze forward, his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides as he pushed through the chaos. The only thing on his mind was getting home.

A sleek black car idled by the curb, the driver standing by the door, already well aware of the arrangement. No talking. No questions. Just drive and get him home as quickly as possible, and the tip would be hefty. An even bigger one if the trip was fast.

Sae slid into the back seat without a word, the door shutting out the noise of the world outside. He exhaled sharply, leaning back against the seat as the car pulled away from the stadium and into the quiet of the night. The streetlights blurred past, but he barely noticed them. Instead, his hands moved instinctively to his duffel bag, fingers searching through the smallest inside pocket until they curled around something cool and familiar.

A simple silver ring, discreet and unassuming, warmed quickly in his palm. His thumb brushed over the carved initials—his and yours—etched into the metal. He slipped it onto his ring finger, feeling a sense of calm wash over him.

Yeah. He just needed to get home.

The drive was mercifully quick, and before long, he was stepping out of the car and up the pathway to the house—the one place in the world where he wasn’t Sae Itoshi, soccer legend. He barely had time to set his duffel bag down when something small and fast crashed into his leg.

"Daddy!"

A grin tugged at Sae’s lips as he looked down, teal eyes meeting an identical pair staring up at him with pure joy. His daughter, barely three years old, clung to his leg with all her might. Her soft pink hair was pulled up into two messy pigtails, bouncing as she giggled.

"Hey, sweetheart," he murmured, crouching down to scoop her into his arms. She fit so perfectly against him, her tiny hands grabbing onto his jersey as if she never wanted to let go. And he? He didn’t mind one bit.

"Oh! I didn’t know you’d be home so soon," your voice rang out from the kitchen, warm and full of love. Sae glanced up just as you turned the corner, a wooden spoon in your hand, eyes crinkling at the sight of him. "The game just ended."

"Took a shortcut," he said simply, stepping closer to you.

His gaze flickered down to the soft curve of your stomach, where a second life—one he helped create—was steadily growing. Without hesitation, he reached out, resting a gentle hand there, feeling the warmth of your body beneath his fingertips.

A soft smile played on your lips as he leaned in, pressing a quick but meaningful kiss against them. Before you could deepen it, a tiny voice piped up between you.

"Yuck!" your daughter squealed, squirming in his arms.

You laughed, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of pink hair behind her ear. "You say that now, but one day, you’ll think it’s sweet."

"Nuh-uh!" she insisted, her little nose scrunching up in defiance.

Sae chuckled, finally feeling the weight of the world ease off his shoulders. Here, there were no screaming fans, no demanding coaches, no suffocating expectations. Just you, your daughter, and the quiet hum of home.

Sae Itoshi didn’t need fangirls, fanboys, or old women begging for his attention. He didn’t need adoration from the world, validation from the media, or the empty promises of strangers who only saw him as a soccer god.

Sae Itoshi just needed this.

Sae Itoshi just needed to be home.

Sae Itoshi just needed you.

posting this as an apology for going MIA for a bit :)

likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated!

[monzabee]

fashion emergency - a. hotchner

criminal minds masterlist || part of the nanny series

Summary: hotch’s nanny is back with everyone’s favorite hotchner and a go-bag.  

Pairing: aaron hotchner x nanny!reader

Word Count: 0.9k 

Warnings:  none  

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms. 

Preparedness is something crucial in Aaron’s line of work. So much so that he has a to go bag packed at all times, under or near his desk, with clothes packed with their back-ups. So, imagine his surprise, when he has to leave on a case in thirty minutes, and he realizes that he doesn’t have his bag with him.  

“You owe me, big time,” You grumble over the phone, “Jack and I were just about to go to the flower market.”  

He hears Jack in the background. “Hi, Daddy!”  

“I am your boss,” He reminds you with an eyeroll you can’t see and a miniscule grin that threatens to take over, “but thank you. I appreciate you bringing my bag to me.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” you huff, but there’s no real irritation in your voice. “Just know that Jack’s demanding ice cream as payment for this little detour.” 

Hotch chuckles softly, shaking his head. “I’ll allow it.” 

“Smart choice, considering I was going to get him one anyway.” He can practically hear the smirk you have on your face, which isn’t surprising at all to him considering the fact that you spend majority of your free time making fun of his grumpy face. 

Before he can respond, Jack’s voice comes through again, full of excitement. “Daddy! Can we get the purple flowers today?” 

Hotch feels his chest tighten with something warm. “If that’s what you want, buddy.” 

There’s a muffled squeal of happiness before you return to the call. “Alright, we’ll be there in twenty. Try not to look too helpless until then.” 

“I don’t look helpless,” he mutters. 

“Eh, you kind of do,” you tease before hanging up. 

Twenty minutes later, the BAU bullpen is buzzing as you stroll in, Jack in tow, clutching a small bouquet of purple flowers. To your surprise, Aaron is already waiting for you in the bullpen—with the rest of his team.  

“Oh my God,” Penelope gasps, grabbing JJ’s arm. “It’s the tiny Hotchner! And her.” 

JJ suppresses a laugh. “You act like you’ve never seen them before.” 

“I’ve seen the kid,” Garcia whispers, eyes locked on you as you make your way towards the bullpen, “but she is an enigma wrapped in a mystery with a dash of Hotch’s undivided attention. Oh my God, look at those heels! I would kill for them!” 

Before JJ can respond, Jack spots the team and immediately breaks into a run. “Uncle Spencer!” 

Reid barely has time to react before Jack crashes into his legs, hugging him tight. “Hey, Jack,” Spencer says, crouching down. “Did you bring me flowers too?” 

Jack giggles, shaking his head. “Nope! These are for Daddy.” 

Garcia clutches her chest. “Oh, I’m deceased.” 

The entire team watches as Jack tugs Hotch’s pant leg, proudly holding up the bouquet of purple flowers. “I got these for you, Daddy!” 

Aaron kneels, taking the flowers carefully from his son’s small hands. His normally serious expression softens, warmth seeping into the sharp edges of his face. “Thank you, buddy. They’re perfect.” 

Jack beams before turning back toward the team. “Uncle Derek, did you see? I got Daddy flowers!” 

Morgan chuckles, crouching down. “I did see, little man. You’ve got good taste.” He winks at you. “That your influence?” 

You smirk. “I do have impeccable taste.” 

Garcia practically vibrates with excitement beside them, giving Morgan a look that says they are definitely going to talk about this later. “Jack, sweetheart, tell me, what’s your secret to being this adorable? Is it genetic? Because if so, I demand a DNA sample for science.” 

Jack just giggles, hugging the flowers to his chest as Hotch stands back up. 

You step forward, holding up the go-bag. “Your precious go-bag, safe and sound, Mister Boss Man.” 

Aaron takes it, shaking his head at your theatrics. “Remind me to hide this better next time.” 

“Oh, please,” you scoff. “If it weren’t for me, you’d still be wearing that god-awful backup shirt you’ve had in there since before I started working for you.” 

Morgan raises an eyebrow. “Wait, wait—Hotch, you forgot your go-bag?” 

The team immediately zeroes in on the statement, eyes darting between the two of you. “I didn’t forget,” Aaron corrects, sighing. “Someone took it to—” 

“To do your laundry,” you interject, hands on your hips. “Honestly, I cook for you, I clean for you, I look after your kid and still, I don’t even get one thank you.” You let out a scoff, turning to Jack, “Can you believe this guy?” 

Aaron exhales, looking at Jack, who is too busy now that he’s happily chatting with Spencer about how flowers grow. When he turns back to you, his eyes soften slightly. “Thank you.” 

Your smirk turns into something more genuine. “You’re welcome.” 

Jack tugs on your sleeve. “Can we get ice cream now?” 

Hotch nods. “Go ahead.” 

Jack cheers before grabbing your hand, already pulling you toward the door. As you walk away, you call over your shoulder, “Don’t get shot while I’m gone!” 

The bullpen erupts in quiet laughter as Hotch sighs, shaking his head. Morgan claps a hand on his shoulder. “Man, you sure you don’t have a secret girlfriend?” 

Hotch gives him an exasperated look. “Drop it, Morgan.” 

Penelope grins. “Oh, we’re never dropping this. I’m gonna make cupcakes so that you can take them home with you when you’re back.” 

“Garcia, you really don’t have to do that.” Aaron tries to argue, but she is already walking down the hallway.  

As Aaron turns back toward his office, he catches sight of the flowers still clutched in his hand. He sighs, but there’s a ghost of a smile playing at his lips as he follows the team toward the jet, the sound of Jack’s laughter still lingering in his ears. 

[iluvloganhowlett]

I need more hugh and reader PLEASE he’s so cute pattotie which is such a contrast from Logan lmao

CUTIES ✮⋆˙

in which ryan reynolds has a private snap story where he secretly films cute moments between you and hugh

warnings: none, just fluff!

do NOT ask how i thought of this…

the camera started by showing ryan, a bit too up close and personal for the average person’s liking. “hey nerds, welcome back to ‘i-spy with ry-ry.’ today, i just saw hugh and y/n make their way to hair and makeup together so we’re gonna follow them and see where the wind takes us. hopefully that won’t be to a small, crappy bathroom stall..”

alas, the camera flips and you and hugh can be shown skipping off to hair and makeup, babbling about whether or not a tomato should or should not be considered a fruit.

“baby when have you ever heard of tomatoes in fruit salad or in a fruit smoothie or when have you ever asked for fruit and were handed a cup of tomatoes?”

“never… but-“

“so then i rest my case, thank you very much.”

you squeal, running a little to catch up to hugh as he rounds the last corner to hair and makeup.

“hugh!” you call, landing a soft and playful punch on his back, causing him to swiftly grab you and tickle your sides.

as you giggle uncontrollably, the camera flips back to ryan, who unexpectedly has tears welling up in his eyes. “i’m sorry it’s just- god they’re adorable. they make me wanna have more children.”

your giggles can still be heard in the background, and for the next chunk of time, all that is shown is a rather unflattering angle of ryan watching you and hugh.

as soon as your voice can be heard again, ryan flips the camera back.

“y’know it’s not very nice to hold others against their will like that,” you mutter, looking up at hugh with a playfully-angered look.

he shoves you, causing you to lose your balance ever so slightly, “aw get outta here! you love me!”

you tilt your heard, grabbing hugh’s hand as the two of you swing your joint arms back and forth, “maybe.”

hugh’s head snaps toward you, brows high, “maybe?!”

you only smirk, “maybe.”

he shakes his head, “you’re a little shit i hope y’know that.”

“eh you love me,” you repeat, stealing his words.

ryan zooms in on your faces, and hugh can be seen clearly as his eyes—full of nothing but love and adoration—flicker between your eyes and your lips.

you close the small space between you two, leaning up on your tippy-toes and pressing your lips to his. the kiss is slow and passionate, making ryan squeal out loud; louder than he thought he had.

you two break apart, heads darting to wherever the sound came from.

“ryan what the hell?!” you exclaim, a bright smile on your face as you tilt your head.

hugh can be seen with a twisted face, looking his best friend up and down.

“alright i can explain-“ ryan pleads as if he’s in a movie, but hugh has already made his way towards the camera, snatching it out of ryan’s hand.

you follow suit, hugh’s hand on the small of your back to guide you. you lean up, almost choking when you read the title of the story, “ryan are you fucking forreal? ‘i-spy with ry-ry?”

“i-“

“you’re a strange man…” hugh states, wrapping his arm fully around you waste now to guide you the opposite direction from ryan, actually making your way to hair and makeup.

as soon as your backs are turned, ryan flips the camera to himself, “alright everyone, that’s it for todays episode of i-spy with ry-ry, stay tuned for-“

“ryan shut ya damn mouth, man!”

“bye-“ *camera cuts*

ok i’m actually satisfied with this bc 1) it’s veryyy original 2) tumblr deleted this whole thing and i had to rewrite it from memory🤦🏽‍♀️

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[slashersiren]

Hi. I was thinking of asking you to write about Elder Yautja and a pregnant reader (hope that's ok, I couldn't find anything about whether you write about pregnancy or not...). They fly to Earth because she is madly wanting to "smell a hedgehog, no, this thing doesn't fit, I want a hedgehog from Earth" (or something like that, I'm not insisting, just so you get the idea). They meet the special forces/military, they classically try to kill them, and our favorite elder has hunted so many people in his long life that he's had enough of it (he's interested in hunting something scarier and spending time with his favorite wife-queen-life) and he just: *tired sigh* 😒

Here you go, I loved this idea so much, hope you’ll like the story too🫶🏻

Elder Yautja x Pregnant Human Reader

Cravings and carnage

He hunted monsters thrice as big as him. He torn spines from warlords. He survived galactic wars, assassination attempts, and the idiocy of youngbloods, yet none of that prepared him for you, barefoot on the deck of his ship, swollen with his child, waving a human fruit catalog at his face.

"I want watermelon,"

You declare, eyes narrowed, tone threatening.

“Not that tiny melon, not whatever that purple slop was yesterday. I want a real one. From Earth."

Your mate, towering, scarred, and very, very tired stares at you for a long moment. Then he makes a sound so deep and guttural it's probably a growl but could also be a sigh. Maybe a death wish.

"You said you want mango yesterday."

He rumbles.

"I changed my mind,"

You say sweetly, rubbing your belly. "Your child wants watermelon."

He pauses. That always works. You know it. He knows it. The baby is a card you shamelessly play.

“Fine…"

He grunts, pressing something on the console. You're getting your watermelon. The ship lowered into a clearing near a rural farming town. It was peaceful. Dark. Quiet. Ideal for a stealthy retrieval. But, of course, nothing ever goes smoothly when humans with guns are involved.

You stayed in the ship, mostly because he commanded you to, while your Elder stepped into the night, cloaked and nearly invisible, heading toward the nearest melon field with the calm patience of a warrior delivering a sacred offering. He had almost reached the field when the first helicopter appeared. Then two. Ground units followed, and soon the voices of human military echoed through the trees.

“Unidentified craft! Stand down!”

He sighed.

Literally.

A long, deep, guttural sigh.

When they fired the first warning shot, his mask deployed.

When they fired the second?

Heads rolled.

You nibbled on a protein bar in the ship, lazily lounging in the captain’s chair, occasionally glancing at the scanners. Blips disappeared one by one. The ship’s control beeped politely.

“Hostile forces neutralized.”

Moments later, the side ramp opened with a whoosh, and there he was. Covered in blood (none of it his) dragging a massive sack. He dropped it at your feet. Inside there were four perfect, massive watermelons. You squealed with delight.

“They smell so good!”

Your Elder just collapsed next to you on one of the padded benches, huffing out another long sigh, resting a blood-slicked hand on your belly.

“I am retiring.”

He rumbled.

“Sure, honey.”

You said, cracking open the first melon with his machete.

Later that night you were curled up beside him in bed, your belly against his side, fingers lazily tracing the long scar across his chest.

“You’re so good to me.”

You whispered.

His claws gently stroked your back. “You are my queen. It is an honor to slay armies for your satisfaction.”

You giggled. He leaned down, resting his forehead against yours.

“Next time,”

He growled softly.

“Warn me before you demand a fruit that requires diplomatic incidents.”

“No promises..”

You murmured, kissing the underside of his mandible.

[sosa2imagines]

Happy Birthday Bucky! 🎂❤️

Warning- None, just fluff and lots of love. Bucky has three kids, twins, a boy and a girl and a baby boy.

The clock was ticking closer to midnight, and your heart ached as you watched Bucky sitting on the couch, completely unaware of the surprise you and the twins had planned for him.

For the entire day, you and the kids had pretended it was just an ordinary day.

You made sure to act normal, talking about errands for tomorrow, discussing grocery lists, even casually planning a visit to the compound, making it seem like nothing was special about March 10th.

Bucky, being the man that he was, didn’t let his disappointment show. But you knew him too well.

You saw it in the way his shoulders slumped a little, the small flicker of sadness in his blue eyes when neither you nor the twins mentioned his birthday.

And, God, it took everything in you to not jump into his arms and tell him how much you and the kids loved him, that you could never forget his birthday.

But you held back.

Because the surprise at midnight was worth it.

And just like that the night goes on.

Jamie was still wide awake, his chubby hands gripping Bucky’s vibranium fingers, gnawing on them as if they were his favorite teething toy, which they were, he inherited it from his sister.

Natalia and Samuel were hiding in their room, barely containing their giggles, waiting for your signal.

“Daddy will love our surprise, Sammy!” “Yeah, can’t wait to see daddy’s face, he’ll be so happy!”

Five minutes to midnight, you stood up, carefully handing Jamie to Bucky.

“I’ll be right back…” you said, trying to keep your voice casual. “Just getting some water from the kitchen.”

Bucky gave you a small nod, completely unaware, as Jamie snuggled into his chest.

And then, the most precious conversation happened between father and son.

Bucky adjusted Jamie in his arms, gently running a hand over his soft hair.

“Guess it’s just me and you, huh, bud?” he murmured.

Jamie, half-sitting on Bucky’s lap, blinked up at his father and blew a raspberry.

Bucky smirked, shaking his head. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Jamie stared at Bucky for a moment, his little hand coming up to pat Bucky’s scruffy jaw.

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “What, you don’t like Daddy’s beard?”

Jamie squealed, giggling, before smacking Bucky’s cheek again.

Bucky laughed, shaking his head. “You’re ruthless, kid.”

Jamie babble-yelled in agreement.

Bucky smirked, bouncing him gently. “You’re not helping, you know? Everyone forgot my birthday. Even Mommy.”

Jamie blinked. Then let out a long string of baby babbles, as if he had a lot to say about that.

Bucky chuckled. “You think I deserve cake?”

Jamie clapped his hands, babbling enthusiastically.

Bucky sighed dramatically. “Well, too bad. No one remembers.”

Jamie gave him a judgmental stare, he then grabbed Bucky’s dog tags and yanked with all his tiny might.

Bucky winced, he gave Jamie a pout look, “Alright, alright I get it, I get it! You don’t wanna hear Daddy sulk.”

Jamie smacked Bucky’s chest, giggling and babble-shouted, slapping his tiny hands against Bucky’s chest.

Bucky chuckled. “That so? You think your mama and your brother and sister forgot my birthday?”

Jamie blew a raspberry.

Bucky smirked. “Yeah, I know. It’s not a big deal.”

Jamie grabbed at Bucky’s vibranium fingers, holding them in his chubby fists and shaking them.

Bucky shook his head. “You trying to tell me something, kid?”

Jamie let out a long string of babbles, his big blue eyes shining mischievously.

Bucky sighed dramatically. “Maybe they just don’t care anymore. I mean, I’m old, right?”

Jamie frowned and then he smacked Bucky’s face with his tiny hand.

Bucky choked on a laugh. “Okay, rude. I know I’m old, but you didn’t have to agree that fast, pal.”

Jamie giggled, patting Bucky’s cheek again, softer this time.

Bucky smiled, pressing a kiss to Jamie’s chubby little fingers. “You’re lucky you’re cute, kid.”

And just as Bucky was about to poke Jamie’s chubby tummy…

The door burst open.

“Happy Birthday, Daddy!”

Natalia and Samuel came running in, holding a cake, candles lit and glowing.

You followed behind them, smiling brightly, carrying a little party hat for Bucky.

The moment Bucky saw all of you, his eyes widened in shock, his breath caught in his throat.

Because you all remembered.

Natalia and Samuel started singing at the top of their lungs,

“Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday, dear Daddy! WE LOVE YOU!!!”

Jamie, overwhelmed with excitement, flailed his arms and let out a loud squeal, babbling as if he was singing along.

Bucky looked at you, then at the kids, then back at you, his heart clenching and eyes glistening.

“You guys…” he started, voice rough with emotion.

You smiled, walking over and placing the party hat on his head.

“Did you really think we would ever forget your birthday?” you whispered, kissing his lips softly.

Bucky swallowed hard, his arms tightening around Jamie. “Maybe just for a second.”

Natalia gasped. “Daddy! You think we’d forget?”

Samuel grinned. “We were just acting, we care about you so much!!! We got you good, huh?”

Bucky shook his head, chuckling. “Yeah, yeah you got me good, alright.”

Natalia and Samuel jumped on the bed and the birthday celebrations had officially began.

Bucky closed his eyes, made a wish, and blew out the candles.

The twins cheered, Jamie squealed, and you hugged him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder.

Bucky cut the cake, feeding you first, then the twins, and finally Jamie.

The second Jamie tasted the frosting, his eyes went wide and then shoved his entire chubby hand into the cake.

Bucky barely had time to react before Jamie smeared the frosting all over his own face.

Samuel laughed hysterically. “Jamie’s wearing cake!”

Natalia giggled. “He looks like a cupcake!”

Jamie, pleased with himself, babbled happily, clapping his sticky hands together.

Bucky groaned. “Well, there goes my son. He’s part cake now.”

You laughed, wiping Jamie’s face. “And it’s your fault for giving him a taste.”

Bucky sighed, shaking his head. “Guess I asked for it, hopefully no sugar rush.”

Jamie climbed onto Bucky’s lap, grabbing onto his vibranium fingers and mouthing them again.

As the laughter settled, Samuel tilted his head, looking at Bucky seriously.

“So, Daddy…” he said innocently.

Bucky raised a brow. “Yeah, bud?”

Samuel smiled innocently, “How does it feel to be older than dinosaurs?”

You burst into laughter, while Bucky stared at his son in pure betrayal.

“I’m not that old!”

Samuel snickered. “I dunno, Uncle Steve is, and you’re like…his age, so...”

Bucky groaned. “I’m regretting this birthday already.”

Before anyone could respond, Samuel, completely unaware and in the flow of the fun, innocently dropped the bomb, “And wait till you see your surprise party tomorrow at the compound”

Natalia gasped, smacking his arm. “Samuel!”

Samuel blinked. “What?”

Bucky grinned. “Surprise party, huh?”

You sighed, shaking your head.

Samuel smiled sheepishly, “Oops.”

Bucky turned to you, smirking. “You guys planned a party?”

You smiled, kissing his cheek. “Of course we did, we love you Bubba!”

Bucky shook his head, laughing. “Well, guess I better act surprised tomorrow.”

You grinned. “Better practice, old man.”

Samuel snickered. “Older than dinosaurs!”

Bucky chuckled, pulling all of you in. “I love you guys. Even if you think I’m older than a dinosaur.”

Jamie slapped his face again, letting his presence known.

Bucky groaned. “Okay, especially you, kid.”

You then looked at Bucky, “I have a special gift for you.”

Bucky grinned, already intrigued his mind already heading to sex, “oh yeah? What is it, doll?”

You smirked, pulling out a small box. “This is actually something different.”  

Bucky took the box, curiosity flickering in his blue eyes. When he opened it, he froze.  

Inside was a custom-made dog tag necklace, but instead of military details, it had something else engraved, 

James Buchanan Barnes  

Loving Husband & Dad

Forever Our Hero

Bucky stared at it, throat tightening.  

You gently touched his hand, “I know how much your old tags meant to you, but I wanted to give you new ones. Ones that represent what you are now.”  

Bucky swallowed hard, looking at you with so much emotion in his eyes.

“This is…” He exhaled, voice thick, “This is perfect, doll.”  

You smiled, taking the necklace and clasping it around his neck. “Happy Birthday, my love.”  

Bucky didn’t say anything at first. 

Instead, he pulled you into a deep, lingering kiss, pouring all his love and gratitude into it.  

The twins made a yew sound, but Bucky simply smiled still kissing you, because he knew he's surrounded by love.

Love from you and his children.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours. “Best damn birthday ever.”  

Jamie simply blew a raspberry.

Happy Birthday, Bucky.

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[svtiddiess]

Kiss Quota

Synopsis: You wanted to try the "can’t stop kissing my boyfriend" challenge—but why not add your own little twist?

Pairing: Dino x afab!reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship, drabble

Rating: sfw

Word count: 864

Warnings: none!

Note: This was requested! I hope you enjoy anonie!

Thank you @mylovesstuffs and @joonsytip for betaing!

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You giggle to yourself as you scroll through yet another TikTok. Lately, your FYP has been overflowing with adorable couple challenges, and you can't help but want to try one out. After browsing for a while, you decide on the "can't stop kissing my boyfriend" challenge—but with your own little twist. Instead of showering him with kisses right away, you plan to tease him by starting with just one kiss a day, gradually building up until he's drowning in them.

Just then, Chan walks into the room. Perfect timing, you think. You quickly hop off the couch and run straight into his arms. He chuckles softly, wrapping you in a warm embrace.

"I missed you," you pout, looking up at him.

"I was just in the other room," he grins, amused.

"But I still missed you," you huff, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

He smiles into the kiss, leaning in for more when you pull away with a mischievous glint in your eye.

"You've hit your kiss quota for the day," you announce with a cheeky grin.

"My kiss quota?" He tilts his head, clearly confused.

You nod, eyes sparkling. "Yup! You're only allowed one kiss for today. No more until tomorrow."

He blinks, processing your words, before letting out a dramatic whine.

"Baby, you can't be serious," he pleads, pouting like a kicked puppy.

"I am," you reply, grinning. "You'll just have to wait for tomorrow."

He stares at you, lips still in a pout, but you only laugh and gently untangle yourself from his arms. Plopping back onto the couch, you resume scrolling through TikTok, purposefully ignoring your sulking boyfriend as he tries (and fails) to win you over.

The next day rolls around, and you almost forget about the challenge—almost. Chan has already kissed you twice: once in the morning as a wake-up kiss and again before he left for work. That means he's already hit his kiss quota for the day.

Later, you hear the front door open, signalling Chan's return. It doesn't take long for him to make his way to the bedroom, where he immediately flops down on top of you.

"Chan!" you squeal, caught off guard.

"I missed you," he grins, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly.

"I missed you too, but stop suffocating me!" you laugh, squirming beneath him.

"No~," he teases, leaning in to steal another kiss.

You squeal again and quickly turn your head, dodging his lips.

"Why won't you kiss me?" he pouts.

"Because you've already reached your kiss quota for the day," you say, flashing him a playful grin.

"Are we still doing that?" he whines, his pout deepening.

"Yup! Two kisses today—quota met," you chirp.

"Baby~," he drags out, trying to soften you up with his best puppy-dog eyes.

"Not gonna work," you giggle. "Your puppy eyes can't save you this time."

He lets out a dramatic huff and buries his face in your neck, grumbling in defeat as you laugh at his frustration. You're having way too much fun teasing him.

A few days have passed, and you decide it's finally time to end the teasing—you're going to give Chan all the kisses he’s been craving. But, of course, you're not going to tell him that; you'll surprise him instead.

In the morning, you playfully dodge his kiss, which earns you a symphony of whines and pouts. You giggle as he cups your face and forces a kiss on you, determined not to miss a single one.

Now, he's lying in bed, scrolling through his phone, completely unaware of the ambush you're planning. You quietly slide next to him, and without even thinking, his arm wraps around you.

You place a single kiss on his cheek.

No reaction.

You pout, then give him two more kisses.

Still nothing.

Frustrated, you start peppering his face with kisses, making sure to kiss his lips multiple times. But he stays glued to his screen, completely unfazed.

Annoyed, you pull away—only to be yanked right back, your back pressing against his chest.

"I don't remember telling you to stop," he purrs into your ear. "Keep kissing me."

"Well, you seemed more interested in your phone than me," you huff, turning to glare at him.

He grins. "I had to get you back for that kiss quota somehow."

You pout, stubbornly refusing to give him more kisses. But Chan has other plans. He begins to pepper your face with kisses instead, making you giggle as his lips press against your skin. You squirm, attempting to escape, but his grip is unrelenting.

"Oh no, you're not getting away," he mutters, flipping you over and pinning you beneath him. You squeal as your back hits the mattress, your heart racing wildly.

"You've got a lot of kisses to make up for," he huffs, staring down at you. "Days' worth."

"Better get started, then," you tease, flashing him a grin.

His eyes darken with playful intent, and he smirks before capturing your lips in a kiss that makes your eyes flutter shut. And just like that, it's the first of many kisses to come.

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[yup-thats-me]

—hairpins • Jinshi

pairing: Jinshi x female servant! reader

summary: Jinshi is jealous

warning: none

“Please, accept this small token of love, Y/n,” a higher-up military officer smiled at the girl as he presented a handcrafted wooden hairpin.

Not to be rude, Y/n accepted the gift with a smiling face, not knowing the true meaning of the gift. Maybe it is a consolation prize for everyone, she thought to herself.

Walking back to Lady Gyokuyou and her ladies-in-waiting, she smiled at them. Jinshi was also there, chatting with the concubine with his ever-present smile, but his eyes seemed to be searching for someone.

“Greetings, Jinshi-sama,” Y/n called out to him.

When their eyes met, Jinshi was awestruck. Maybe he was too accustomed to seeing the girl in her usual working attire that he had never imagined her to look so breathtaking in the official clothing of a lady-in-waiting for a concubine. If he was frank, she had the beauty befitting a queen. His queen.

“Y/n…”, he whispered, stepping closer to the girl. “You look…gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous.” He had said when he placed a kiss on the back of her hand.

A deep crimson flushed across Y/n’s cheek, taking her hand away from the man. “Thank you, Jinshi-sama.” Excited squeals could be heard from the coworkers. Even Lady Gyokuyuo had giggled.

“Oh! I have something to give you, Y/n,” Jinshi declared taking out a beautifully handcrafted silver hairpin.  “I got it customized for you. Do you like it?”

Y/n’s eyes had widened including the people around her. “Jinshi-sama, you are too kind. You should not do such things for a mere servant like me.”

Jinshi gently placed a hand on Y/n’s chin, lifting her to meet his gaze. “Whoever said you are a mere servant, Y/n? you know how much you mean to me,” He whispered taking the pin and gently putting it in her bun.

“Meet me at midnight, darling.”

Even if the last part was whispered too close to Y/n’s ear, the people around the two could guess, if not tell, what was told.

“I should take my leave then, Lady Gyokuyuo,” Jinshi bowed giving a smile to the ladies in the back, and walked away, his robes flowing behind him.

As soon as he left, the ladies all surrounded Y/n asking her all sorts of questions, Some appropriate, some not so. The poor girl could only blush and nod until Lady Gyokuyou dispersed the small crowd.

“You have already broken our promise, Y/n. You are not mine alone,” she smiled patting the girl’s head.

The poor girl could hardly wait till nightfall. All the things that could happen when she’d be alone with the head Eunuch of the Rear Palace filled her heart with excitement and adoration.

The two grew closer when when Y/n was appointed as the new apothecary and taster for Lady Gyokuyuo. At first, Y/n had been wary of Jinshi. Avoiding him around the Jade Pavilion, turning down his flirtatious approaches. But maybe it was all decided up in heaven that the two would fall for each other. None of the two could tell when it happened, and before the knew it, they were head over heels for the other.

The two would be seen together more frequently than Gaoshun would like but it wouldn’t be entirely inncorrect to say that he was indeed happy to his master finally smiling. He had seen many women break the young master’s heart, or even just use him. Jinshi had forgotten how to smile. He did but it was all a façade. But when he fell for Y/n, it was all changed. Jinshi would smile and giggle to himself much like a teenage girl in love, She has made him feel again.

When the time came, a soft knock was heard on the girl’s door. Y/n almost tripped and fell to open the door if it was not for Jinshi who held her in his arms. “Be careful, Y/n. I wouldn’t want my darling to fall.”

Blushing, Y/n stepped back. “Excuse me. Shall we go?” she smiled to which Jinshi held out his hand for her.

The two walked around the empty gardens of the Rear Palace. It was truly beautiful to walk under the moonlit sky with your lover. The two barely talked, not wanting to disrupt the peace, their presence next to the other was worth more than mortal speech could describe.

They decided to sit atop the wall that surrounded the Palace, Y/n sitting before Jinshi, his arms holding her close. “You’re so warm, Y/n,” Jinshi snuggled closer to her making Y/n smile.

“Oh you know, Jinshi-sama. I was given a consolation prize by a nice Officer today,” Y/n spoke, playing with her lover’s hair.

“Consolation prize?”

“Yes. This gentleman gave me a beautifully handcrafted wooden hairpin. It truly is pretty.”

Although it was too subtle, but Jinshi’s hold against Y/N’s waist grew a bit tighter. “Yeah? And does my darling like it better than mine?” His voice was a bit more stern.

Y/n was quick to notice the change and giggled. “Are you jealous, Jinshi-sama?”

Even if he was facing her back, Y/n could tell that Jinshi was blushing. “And what if I am? Do you expect me to be okay with someone else trying to take what belongs to me? I’ve actually grown tired of men always pursuing you, Y/n. You being pretty as you are is a curse and a blessing, really.”

Y/n giggled at Jinshi complaining like a kid. To her, this Jinshi was his trueself. A big child.

“Once they know that I am with Jinshi-sama, they would stop approaching me. I think you should stop worrying about them, .” She smiled, pecking his lips.

Jinshi sighed deeply. “There is nothing more I want than announcing my marriage with you, my love. If only...”

And those unsaid words would come true sooner than they would know. It would only be a month’s wait till Jinshi could call Y/n “My Wife”, and Y/n could call him “My Husband,” in front of everyone.

It was all a game of patience. A game they were bound to win.  

[lvsrckk]

how you get the girl

||*. aphrodite! daughter x percy jackson

warnings: none ! a little angst if you squint

summary: the one where your siblings come up with outrageous plans to try and win percy over.

a/n: i hope you like!!! feel free to request

you had been in love with percy jackson for exactly one year, four months, and seven days.

not that you were counting. (you were. obsessively. quietly. hopelessly.)

it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. not to you.

you were supposed to be the one with the upper hand. the one who knew love better than anyone, who had hearts wrapped around her little finger. you were a child of aphrodite, after all, fluent in affection, fluent in flirting, fluent in pretending none of it ever mattered.

but it did. with him, it did. every single glance from percy made your stomach flutter like a butterfly trap. every time he laughed near you, you felt like your heart was cracking wide open just to make room for more of him.

you never meant to fall in love with percy jackson.

but gods, you did. completely.

you loved the way he grinned when he was nervous. the way he talked to animals like they could understand him—and, sometimes, they actually did. you loved how he fought like his life was worth less than everyone else’s. how he always gave everything he had and still somehow found more to give.

you loved the way he said your name. like it was safe in his mouth.

and because you loved him so much, you never told him.

because he was a hero. and you? you were soft touches and shiny lips and campfire stories no one took seriously. you were all heart and no armor. and the idea of letting him see that was terrifying.

so you did what you did best.

you kept it hidden beneath your perfectly applied lip gloss and practiced smiles.

you watched him from afar. memorized his laugh. remembered every dumb joke he told, even the ones that made no sense. you let yourself dream in the quiet hours (when the world was still and no one was watching.) when you could pretend for just a moment that maybe, maybe, he already knew.

it should have stayed your secret.

but, of course, it didn’t.

you were sitting cross-legged on the floor of the aphrodite cabin, braiding drew’s hair in front of the vanity when it all fell apart.

the conversation was harmless enough. light, bubbly, and buzzing with summer heat.

“okay, but seriously,” drew said, twisting a strand of her dark, flawless hair. “if percy jackson asked you on a date, you’d say yes, right? like, who wouldn’t?”

you snorted. “please, everyone has a crush on percy. that’s not news.”

but your hands froze for just a second too long. your voice cracked in the middle of the word crush.

drew’s eyes widened like you’d just told her you’d secretly been married to him for months.

“oh my gods,” she gasped. “you’re in love with him.”

you shook your head too quickly. “what? no. no, i—”

“you totally are!” she screeched, spinning around to face you. “you’ve been acting all dreamy lately whenever he’s around! and you were watching him during capture the flag like you were in a trance!”

you opened your mouth to protest, but then mitchell leaned in, eyes wide and gleaming.

“wait, is that why you always sit by the strawberry fields at lunch?” mitchell whispered. “because he walks by there?”

you buried your face in your hands. “i hate both of you.”

they giggled and squealed like you’d given them the juiciest gossip of the summer.

and then, of course, silena beauregard, your cabin’s unofficial voice of reason, looked up from her magazine and said calmly, “well, it’s about time.”

“excuse me?” you blinked at her, startled.

“please,” silena said, inspecting her nails. “we’ve all known for months. you think we don’t notice when you go full heart eyes in the dining pavilion every time he says ‘pass the salt’?”

you groaned dramatically and flopped backward onto your bed.

“can we please not make this a thing?” you mumbled.

but of course, it became a thing.

they called it operation get percy to fall in love with you without you actually having to say anything.

spoiler: it went horribly.

plan A was a handwritten love letter, perfumed and sealed with a kiss, meant to “mysteriously” end up in his cabin. drew was supposed to deliver it. she accidentally left it on clarisse’s bunk.

clarisse confronted you at breakfast the next morning and said, “i’m flattered, but no thanks.” percy was sitting three seats down and nearly choked on his blue pancakes.

plan b was a “spontaneous” invitation to a romantic stargazing event hosted by the aphrodite cabin. percy showed up.. with annabeth.

“she said it sounded suspicious, so she came to scope it out,” he explained cheerfully. “you know, in case it was a trap or something.”

you didn’t cry. you just went back to your cabin and screamed into your pillow until your mascara ran.

plan c was a tray of aphrodite blessed cupcakes with a touch of love potion. they were blue, of course, because percy only liked blue desserts. you handed him one, blushing, practically vibrating with nervous energy.

he smiled sweetly… and gave it to grover as a thank you for helping him fix his sword strap.

twenty minutes later, grover tried to marry a pine tree.

by the time plan d involved a cursed necklace that made people walk toward their “true love,” you were done.

you weren’t even mad anymore. just exhausted.

some part of you started to believe the universe was making a point: stop trying. it’ll never happen. he’ll never see you the way you see him.

you’d been quiet ever since.

until one golden late afternoon, when you found percy sitting alone on the dock by the canoe lake.

he looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

his shoulders were hunched, eyes distant, the light of the setting sun washing over his face like honey. he was tossing pebbles into the water one at a time, lost in thought.

you knew you should turn back.

but you didn’t.

your feet carried you toward him before your brain could catch up.

he glanced up when he heard you approach, and the tiredness in his eyes melted just a little.

“hey,” he said.

you sat beside him, careful not to sit too close.

“hey.”

he flicked another rock into the water. the splash was small and silent.

“you okay?” he asked without looking at you.

you hesitated. “yeah,” you lied. “you?”

he let out a soft breath. “just… tired. everything feels kind of heavy lately.”

you looked at him. not the hero. not the son of poseidon. not the legend.

just him. just a boy.

“you don’t always have to carry everything by yourself, you know,” you said gently.

his eyes flicked toward you, startled.

you gave him a soft smile. “it’s okay to let someone take care of you sometimes.”

he didn’t say anything for a long moment.

then, quietly, he said, “thanks.”

your chest ached.

you wanted to kiss him.

you wanted to run.

instead, you just sat there, shoulder to shoulder, as the sun sank lower and the lake shimmered in silence.

you didn’t sleep that night.

you returned to the aphrodite cabin feeling drained, wanting nothing but to collapse into your sheets.

but silena was waiting at the door, arms folded, lips pursed.

“no more ridiculous schemes,” she said.

you blinked. “wait. really?”

she nodded. “i mean it.”

for a second, you thought she was giving up.

but then she added, “you don’t need theatrics. you don’t need potions or plans. this isn’t a tragedy, y/n. it’s a love story.”

you sat on the edge of your bed, staring at your hands.

“aren’t those the same thing?” you asked quietly.

silena walked over and took your face in her hands. her expression was soft.

“only when people wait too long to say what’s in their heart.”

you swallowed. “what if he doesn’t feel the same?”

“then at least you’ll stop torturing yourself wondering,” she whispered. “and you’ll be free.”

free.

you didn’t sleep. you just thought.

the next morning, you found percy by the stables, brushing down blackjack. the pegasus neighed when he saw you and nudged percy in the back.

percy turned, surprised. then he smiled.

“hey,” he said, and it was so simple. so him.

you took a shaky breath. “i need to tell you something.”

he blinked. “uh, okay.”

you looked at him. really looked at him.

messy hair. sea glass eyes. kind hands.

“i’ve liked you for a really long time,” you said, voice shaking. “like… stupidly long. and i know you probably don’t feel the same, and that’s okay. i just needed you to know. because pretending not to feel it hurts more than telling you the truth.”

he stared at you, stunned.

you felt your heart start to shrivel.

but then—

“wait,” he said. “you… like me?”

you nodded.

he laughed. it wasn’t cruel. just breathless.

“i thought you were way out of my league,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “i figured i didn’t have a shot.”

you blinked. “you’re percy jackson.”

he smiled.

“and you’re you.”

you kissed him.

he kissed you back.

it was slow and soft, like both of you were afraid to break the moment. his hands slid gently to your waist. your fingers curled into his hair. the world faded into golden light and the sound of your heartbeat hammering in your ears.

when you pulled away, he looked dazed.

“i’m really glad you told me,” he said.

you grinned. “me too.”

your cabin exploded when you got back.

“i knew it,” drew screamed.

“was it plan f or plan g?” mitchell cried.

“no, it was plan honesty,” silena said with a little smile.

you didn’t stop smiling for days.

you still weren’t used to it—his hand in yours, the way he kissed your temple when no one was looking. the way he looked at you like you were made of starlight.

you weren’t dreaming anymore.

you were living your love story.

and for the first time in your life…

you were happy to be hopeless.

a/n pt 2!: lmk if you want a follow up w a first date ;)

[mariclerc]

Dad duties | cl16

Summary: where you meet an adorable dad and his little girl at the beach. Warning: none, just dad!charles, a little emotional, instant crush and FLUFF, pure fluff.

a/n: Hii, a long time ago I was thinking about doing a story about what Charles would be like as a single dad... Something crazy, I know, but I hope you like it!! Let me know if you want a part two of this <3

Part 2 Part 3

Sun gleams off the turquoise water, gentle waves lap at the shore. You walk along the beach, toes sinking into the warm sand. Giggles suddenly catches your attention, you turn to see a little girl, barely a year old, with bright eyes and a head full of messy curls, crawling determinedly towards you. She reaches you, grabbing a handful of your sundress. You smile, kneeling down to her level.

“Hey there, little one. You seem a little bit lost.”

The girl babbles happily, reaching for your sunglasses. You chuckle and gently remove them, placing them on top of your head.

A shadow falls over you. You look up to see a tall, handsome man with kind greenish eyes and sun-streaked hair... He looks slightly flustered.

“Oh god, I'm so sorry, that's my little escape artist Ava, come here to Papa munchkin.” He smiles apologetically.

Ava squeals and reaches for him. He scoops her up effortlessly, her tiny giggles filling the air.

“Don't worry, she's adorable! How old is she?” you asked.

“One year old, going on a hundred!” He winces as Ava grabs a fistful of his hair. You can't help but laugh. “Ouch, sweetie that hurts!” He says and Ava giggles.

“Looks like she has you all wrapped around her little finger.”

“Definitely.” he chuckles.

He introduces himself as Charles, you tell him your name. To your surprise, the conversation flows easily, you learn he's a single dad, the love and devotion evident in his gaze as he talks about Ava. He opens up about his complicated relationship with his ex (Ava's mother), the challenges of dating as a single parent. You listen intently, impressed by his honesty and dedication to his daughter.

“You seem to be doing a great job, Charles. And that's impressive, you know, how hard you work and try to be the best every day for her.” you smile.

Ava snuggles closer to him, burying her face in his neck.

“I manage to do a good job... It's definitely a handful, but she's worth it all.” he smiles.

A comfortable silence settles between you. You steal a glance at him, then quickly look away, cheeks warming. You sense a similar flicker of something unspoken in his eyes.

“Well, maybe I should let you get back to building sandcastles with your princess.” You say with a bit of haste.

“Actually, I was wondering... Would you maybe, I don't know, maybe... Want to grab some ice cream with us sometime? Ava loves company, and frankly, so do I.” He speaks hurriedly.

You feel a flutter in your chest. This unexpected encounter has taken a sweet turn. “I'd love to. Thanks!” you smile.

Ava lets out a delighted squeal, as if sensing the possibility of ice cream, You and Charles giggle at her reaction.

“Great! How about next Saturday? Same place? How does that sound?”

You nod. “Sounds perfect.”

He smiles, you can see how the corners of his eyes wrinkle, something very cute for you. “Perfect... Ehm, here! Write down your number and I'll write down mine.” He says as he takes out his cell phone to give it to you and you take yours out of your beach bag to hand it to him.

You wrote your number on his cell phone with the name of: "y/n the life-saver 🎀". When he finishes he gives you your cell phone back and you see that he has registered himself as: "Charles the handsome dad 😋" you can't help but laugh at the name.

“Well, then I'll write to you to keep in touch... Handsome dad.” You say with a giggle and he blushes.

Ava yawns, nuzzling deeper into his embrace.

“I think someone's getting tired.” you giggle while looking at Ava.

“She probably is. Sand and sunshine can be exhausting for little ones.” He says and then smiles a little. “This was unexpected... But so nice.” he says quietly.

“Yeah, definitely nice!” you say meeting his warm gaze.

A blush creeps up Charles' neck as he finally pulls back slightly.

“See you next Saturday then, Y/N, it was nice to meet you!”

You smile. “It was also nice to meet you both!”

He nods, a goodbye lingering in his eyes. Charles walks away, cradling a sleepy Ava in his arms, you watch them go, a warm feeling spreading through you. This chance encounter has blossomed into something promising, and as you turn towards your car, a smile lingers on your lips. The beach seems a little brighter now, filled with the promise of sunshine, ice cream, and maybe, just maybe, something more.

Suddenly, your phone buzzes in your pocket. It's a text message. You pull it out, expecting a message from a friend, but your heart skips a beat when you see the name displayed on the screen - Charles the handsome dad 😋.

Charles the handsome dad 😋: Ava just fell asleep. She kept asking for "y/n." Any chance you have a favorite ice cream flavor? Trying to win some brownie points for Saturday afternoon.

A laugh escapes your lips. He's charming, that's for sure. You quickly type a response.

y/n the life-saver 🎀: Chocolate chip cookie dough, always! And tell Ava I said goodnight. See you on Saturday cha!

You hit send and a warm feeling washes over you. This unexpected encounter has taken a delightful turn, and with a giddy anticipation for saturday's ice cream date, you turn back towards the ocean. The waves seem to whisper a promise of something exciting to come, and you can't wait to see where this newfound connection might lead.

***

The cheerful clinking of spoons against ice cream sundaes fills the air. You sit across from Charles at a brightly colored table, a giant chocolate chip cookie dough sundae melting in front of you. Ava, nestled comfortably in a high chair, digs into a kid-sized strawberry sundae with a look of pure bliss.

He chuckles “Looks like someone's enjoying their treat.”

Ava lets out a happy gurgle, a smear of red adorning her cheek. You laugh, you leaned towards her to wipe her cheek.

“She's definitely got a sweet tooth.” you say while wiping her cheek.

Charles takes a bite of his own sundae, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Just like her dad. Thanks for the recommendation, this cookie dough ice cream it's fantastic!” he smiles.

“My pleasure, I'm glad you both like it.”

Ava reaches out, grabbing a stray piece of cookie dough from your sundae. You laugh, helping her bring it to her mouth.

“Careful, little one, that's a big bite!”

Charles watches the interaction between you and Ava, a smile playing on his lips.

“You seem to have a way with kids.” He says softly while looking at the two of you with adoration.

You shrug. “I guess so, I have a younger brother, so I've had my fair share of practice.”

The conversation flows easily between bites of ice cream, you learn more about Charles' life as a single dad, the challenges and rewards that come with it, he talks about his passion for racing, a twinkle in his eyes as he describes his dream of one day competing professionally. You share your own dreams and aspirations, surprised at how comfortable you feel opening up to him.

As Ava starts to get cranky, signaling the need for a nap, you suggest taking a walk along the nearby park. Charles readily agrees.

A comfortable silence settles between you. You both steal glances at each other, the unspoken attraction hanging heavy in the air. You reach the edge of the park, the familiar beach stretching before you.

“Looks like we're back where it all began.” you blush slightly.

“It does, doesn't it? Funny how things work out.” he smiles.

He stops walking, turning to face you. Ava lets out a whimper in her sleep, prompting Charles to gently bounce her in his arms.

“This was... so nice, I mean, this sweet afternoon and last week at the beach, it's very... Unexpected, but very good.” He says quietly with a smile on his face.

You meet his gaze, your heart fluttering in your chest.

You smiled. “I also liked it! Ava's such a sweetheart, and you seem like... a good guy, a really good and nice guy.”

He smiles back, a genuine warmth radiating from his eyes.

“I, uh... I was wondering if maybe, sometime next week, you'd like to have dinner? Just the two of us, after Ava's asleep?” He says with a bit of hesitation.

Your stomach does a nervous flip-flop, but a wide smile stretches across your face.

“I'd like that very much Charles.”

A wave of relief washes over Charles. He leans forward slightly, his eyes searching yours.

“Great... In that case, how about I give you a proper goodbye this time?” He says with a bit of flirtation in his voice.

Before you can respond, he leans in further, his lips brushing softly against yours. The kiss is brief, sweet, and filled with unspoken promise.

Ava lets out a startled gurgle, breaking the spell. Charles pulls back with a laugh, a blush creeping up his neck.

“Looks like our little chaperone wants to get home.” he chuckles and blushes.

“Seems that way.” you giggled while blushing.

He walks you back to your car, Ava snuggled contentedly against his chest.

“Text me when you get home, so I know you made it safe. And maybe, just maybe, you can tell me what your favorite dinner is.” He says while blushing a little.

You laugh a little bit. “Don't worry, you'll be very well fed.”

He smiles, a hint of something deeper lingering in his gaze. You wave goodbye as he drives away with Ava, a warmth spreading through your chest. The unexpected encounter at the beach has blossomed into something exciting, and as you watch the sun disappear over the horizon, you can't wait to see where this new path might lead.

[archangeldyke-all]

Idea: Isha thinks Santa is real and is horrified of him because she thinks he doesn’t like her because she never celebrated before as well, she was a kid in the mines.

When decorating time rolls around she’s all pouty and sad until you and Sev confront the poor baby.

this is so fucking funny hahahaehhhaheahe

men and minors dni

it's christmas eve.

your family doesn't do the traditional christmas, especially since your family wasn't even a family this time last year.

you and sevika's usual christmas tradition is a nice homemade meal by the fire, maybe exchanging a few gifts, ending the night in your matching mr. and mrs. claus lingerie (just two santa hat and whatever red underwear you can find.)

but now you've got the girls, so you're trying to get a little more festive.

jinx and isha drug home a fallen pine tree branch a few days ago, decorating it with streamers and paper snowflakes they made themselves.

you and sevika splurged on christmas lights, hanging them on your front porch and lining the walls of your home with the multi-colored twinkles. of course, you've both been hoarding gifts for the girls-- anything and everything you could find that you thought they might enjoy you've piled up in the you and sevika's super secret hiding spot (under the bed) waiting to be wrapped tonight when the girls go to sleep.

it's been fun!

isha's been endlessly enchanted by the sparkly lights lining the streets, she squeals each time she sees a rudolph or snowman decoration, and she's obsessed with all the sweet treats that come around with this time of year. hot chocolate, christmas cookies, candy canes-- isha loves it all.

jinx has been having a wonderful time introducing isha to all the fun traditions that come around with the season. she custom made herself and isha matching stockings (she made you, vi, and sevika stockings too-- but none of them were quite as sparkly and fun as isha's.) she's been referring to the little girl as her 'elf'-- isha always bursts into giggles when she does. and when there's fresh snow-- jinx has been bundling the little girl up and dragging her outside to introduce her to the joys of snowballs and snowmen and snow angels.

so, overall, you've all been feeling pretty jolly.

but... you're starting to get a little worried tonight, because isha's been becoming increasingly restless.

you've got the fire going, christmas music playing on the radio, the four of you sharing a plate of cookies and sipping on eggnog in matching flannel jammies.

isha's frowning down at her feet, a worried furrow in her brow.

jinx is fighting off sleep on the couch, sevika's stoking the fire. you reach out and nudge the little girl's shoulder.

"you okay, baby?" you ask. sevika blinks over at the pair of you concern on her face as she looks at isha.

isha blinks up at you with anxious eyes. what is santa? she signs.

you look at your wife, the two of you having a panicked, telepathic conversation.

should we tell her he's not real? sevika's face reads.

you shrug. she's only five, she deserves at least one year of believing, don't you think? you ask with a quirk of your brow.

sevika sighs and gestures for you to speak. you giggle.

"santa's an old man who lives in the north pole, making toys all year with the help of his elves. on christmas eve, when we're all sleeping, he travels across the world using magic and flying reindeer, leaving presents for well-behaved kiddos just like you!" you explain happily.

only, isha looks horrified.

he comes in our house when we're sleeping!? she signs. sevika chuckles. what if he robs us?

"nah, kid, santa's a jolly old man. he's not a thief. he's been doin' this for hundreds of years and he's i've never heard of anyone getting robbed by santa." sevika says.

isha still looks skeptical. okay... but what about the song? he sees me when i'm sleeping and knows when i'm awake? how?

sevika snorts. "you're awfully smart for a five year old." she says, ruffling her hair. "santa's magic kid, 's how it all works." she explains.

isha hums, kicking her feet and digesting the new information. jinx snorts awake, blinking around and trying to pretend she's been awake the whole time.

what if he doesn't like me? isha signs.

your heart breaks a little, and you wrap your arm around her. "why wouldn't santa like you, kiddo? you're a great little girl. way better than jinx-- and jinx never got coal."

"hey!" jinx protests.

isha giggles a bit, then she frowns again, a tear trailing down her cheek. but... he never left me presents before.

your heart shatters. beside you, sevika lets out a heartbroken whimper.

"oh, isha baby..." you coo, pulling the girl into your lap.

"santa's not real, isha." jinx cuts in. you and sevika gasp and glare at her and she chuckles. "what?! it's true. he's made up, he's a fairy tale-- parents use him to trick little kids into behaving well."

isha sighs in relief. so, if i'm bad ms. baby and big mama will still give me presents? she asks.

you burst into giggles, and beside you sevika cackles.

"'course, kiddo. sevika gave me a holiday present the same year i blew her fuckin' arm off-- there's not much you can do that'll stop 'em from spoiling you from now on." jinx says.

well... shit. now you've got tears in your eyes. you didn't know that about sevika, and it only makes you love her more. you reach out and grab her hand, only to find it shaking a little. she must be just as affected by jinx's words as you are.

it takes you a few seconds to make sure your voice won't wobble before you speak. "alright, speaking of-- the two of you gotta go to your room so me and sev can put your gifts out. try to sleep, please." you say.

jinx giggles and pulls isha in her arms, both of them hugging and kissing you and sevika goodnight before wandering to their room.

the second their door clicks closed, you and sevika are in eachother's arms, crying with gratitude for your girls; the best gift you could've fucking asked for.

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[h-rlequiin]

i’ve been thinking a lot about . . .

Walking into work with Penelope, as she asks you about what you did over the weekend. When she notices the blush across your cheeks, the little smile on your lips, the way you can’t quite seem to make eye contact with her.

She pushes, questions incessant, that classic Garcia overwhelming optimism that you just can’t help but fall for.

“My boyfriend took me to a really fancy restaurant.” You finally confess, tucking your hair behind your ear as you push through the doors into the BAU’s bullpen.

“Boyfriend?!” Penelope nearly yells, loud enough to cover the jingle-jangle of her dangling accessories, loud enough that the entire floor is sure to hear.

Loud enough that the blonde just stepping out of elevator, her entrance deliberately staggered from your own, can hear.

Penelope presses, begs you for every detail, is desperate for a name, is desperate to meet him. Little does she know that he is just steps behind you, following you as you weave through the desks, arms crossed over chest, fingers not so subtly playing with sleeves.

You humor the technical analyst a little, telling her that he’s soooo romantic, that he’s soooo strong, he’s sooooo hot. Penelope is in a fit of giggles, is just about to pressure you into a double date, when her tablet dings between her fingers.

She corrals the team into the meeting room, and as you walk down the hall by Garcia’s side— she is just so happy for you she cannot take it— you feel the eyes staring you down. Jennifer walks behind you, like a guard dog, domineering, like she does when you’re out together late at night. You feel it blossom through you, the feeling you get when you know you have something to tease her over, when you know you can tug at her until ultimately, she’s all over you.

You’d figured out Jennifer’s penchant for the masculine quite early on, especially when you’d commented on her appearance one particularly sleepy morning, flippantly calling her a ‘pretty boy’, and she fucked you so hard you couldn’t walk for the rest of the day.

Penelope suddenly asks you something along the lines of is he good in bed? and while you’d usually blush and squeal and do all of the coquettish things a girl does when discussing her sex life, you just chew on your lower lip, flash a glance over your shoulder, find JJ’s eyes.

“God, yes.”

This sends Pen into another round of excitement as you enter the meeting room, and your guard dog has just caught up with you, holding the door open behind you, sliding a palm across your waist, just subtly enough that the rest of the group is none the wiser.

You sit through the meeting— the images are as always, impossibly painful to look at, but what’s even harder is keeping your focus on them. You keep getting distracted, by the handsome woman across the table, jaw tense, one arm slung over the back of her chair while she sparks up in her own observations. She is in work mode, you can tell, the way her eyes sharpen, the way her brow drops, her gaze unblinking at the screen.

The rest of your unit stands, off to prepare for the journey to whichever state Garcia had mentioned— you were far too distracted by the fingers gripping a mug of tea at the other end of the roundtable— JJ has never been very subtle about her frustration.

The room is cleared out, you start to stand, turn—

There’s a pressure against you, sudden, heavy, so warm, so familiar. Jennifer has you pinned, your ass hitting the table, all of your files and work belongings hugged tightly to your chest. There’s a stinging strain in your back from the angle she has you at, her hands firm on either side of you, pressing her weight into the table in that signature way, the way that makes you feel weak in the knees every time she does it.

You’re trapped, try to struggle, smirk to yourself when the pressure against your chest gets heavier, how her arms begin to bulge beneath the ribbed, navy blue longsleeve.

“This boyfriend… tell me more about ‘im.” She purrs, her jaw clenching around the words, her eyes still stuck in their ‘i’m going to catch this killer’ darkness.

Your breath hitches when she leans you back even further, her lips just brushing over your jaw.

“He’s a very good boy…” You whisper in return, wishing you weren’t holding all of this mess in your arms, ready to drop it all to your feet, what with the way that her hair looks like this, let loose from her typical tight ponytail, instead cascading over her shoulders in messy waves. You want to dig your fingers into it so bad, want to tug her close and hear those little groans and curses that she expels each time you tug on her hair.

“He’s so handsome, and God is he strong, his arms are just huge… can pick me up like it’s nothin’.” You smile, tilting your head so that her light sigh brushes against the bruise that’s still on your neck from last night. “You wanna know my favorite part?”

She tenses around you, a brick wall, unmoving, but you can practically hear the way her heart is thumping behind her ribs, can certainly see the vein throbbing in her neck.

She doesn’t respond, but she never needs to say much.

“He fucks me so good.” You smile at the shuddering breath that makes the hair lift off of your shoulder, lift your hand just enough so that you can press your hand to her chest, let your fingers roll over her collarbone. You get the confirmation then, of her pounding heart, can tell that she’s biting hard on the inside of her cheek, like a raging bull that’s being restrained behind bars, stomping its hooves in the dirt.

Jennifer only puts more of her weight against you, the buckle of her belt teasing your lower stomach, but what pulls your attention now is the sudden density that’s pressed against your thigh— not her muscle, not her gun, but plastic, between her thighs, pressing against your own, like she wants to make certain that you know it’s there, that she’s well prepared. This makes your own chest erupt in a frantic beating of its own, makes your knees feel like jello, makes you all but collapse against the table below you.

Jennifer just smiles, presses a small, belated kiss to your cheek— would never leave your side without at least one.

“We have a case, Agent.” Her voice is dripping with sarcastic seriousness as she stands, leaving you quivering in her wake, blinking stupidly, completely unprepared for the hours of torment you’ll be staring down once you step foot on that damned jet.

okay that’s all i have thank u! <3

[kokomyass]

Genshin headcannons ☆ Traveller finding out that you are in a relationship with genshin characters

Genshin x Fem!Reader

Genre: ☁️

Trigger warnings ⚠️: none!!

featuring: Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Alhaitham

synopsis: in which, traveller and paimon find out you are an ✨️ITEM✨️!!!

Notes: you are immortal in Neuvillette's part, you are a bad bitch in Wriothesley's part, you are part of the Academia for Alhaitham's part and hella shy

a/n: it was NOT a narrow win, this one won by far...so I hope you enjoy!!

also I might do a part 2 depending on how many people like it....and if you want any characters added just drop me a message 💜⭐️💜⭐️

Neuvillette

The Traveller and Paimon had decided to make an unexpected visit to the Palais Mermonia to see Neuvillette and Furina since they happened to be in Fontaine.

"Hey Sendene!! We are here to see Neuvillette and Furina!!" Paimon shouted out floating happily.

"Hello Traveller, Paimon. You see Neuvillette is currently away but you can make your way over to his office, he shouldn't mind." the Melusine said happily

"Thanks Sendene! See you!!" The Traveller and Paimon opened the doors to Neuvillette's office only to be met with an unfamiliar face.

You were sat down reading a book, with one leg crossed over the other deep in the book that you don't notice the two individuals walk in the room.

"Ummm...Hello there!! Whoever could you be?" your head shoots up to look at the Traveller and Paimon a look of suprise and happiness on your face at the same time.

"Ah! The infamous Traveller and Paimon!! Neuvi has said so much about you! It's so nice to finally meet you." you shoot up and hold the Traveller's hand, shortly moving to patting Paimon.

"You sure are energetic....but you never answered my question!" Paimon shouted putting her hands on her hips.

"Oh dear...that's my bad hehe...I am Y/N, its lovely to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you too Y/N!! So what are you doing in Neuvillette's office? You must be awfully close to give him that nickname" Paimon asks as the Traveller looks a bit confused as to how you had gotten so close to Neuvillette and how they didn't know who you were.

"Well I am Neuvillette's-" just as you were about to explain your presence, Neuvillette and Furina walked through the office doors making you smile warmly.

"Neuvillette!! Furina!! You run up to them giggling.

Furina walked through first, making her the first victim to your hug.

"Ah! Y/N!! It's nice to see you too" Furina smiled softly as she hugged you back.

"She's close to Furina too?! Just who is she?!!!" Paimon shouted feeling in the dark as the Traveller already had their suspicions...

"Oh how did you not know? She is Neuvillette's..." Just as Furina wanted to reply to Paimon's exclamation you squealing turned all their head in your direction.

"Neuvi~ I missed you..."

"Hello, my dearest. I too missed you an immense amount." Neuvillette said warmly making Paimon and the Traveller shocked at the love in his eyes and Furina unfazed by it.

You went on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around Neuvillette's neck hugging him before placing a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away and handing him a cake box.

"I took a break from work to bring you a cake but now I'm gonna go...have a nice day at work and I'll see you at home!"

"I cannot wait to see you at home my dear, stay safe."

Neuvillette cups your face and places a kiss on both cheeks as you give him the cake, hug him tightly and pack your things.

"It was lovely to meet you guys!! Maybe we can meet up sometime!! See you Furina!!" you smile and wave to Paimon and The Traveller and Furina as they stare at you dumbfounded as you walk out the doors and Furina smiles and waves back.

"It is good to see you two, how have you been faring?" Neuvillette smiled turning to the Traveller and Paimon.

"UH...ERM....ARE WE GONNA IGNORE THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM??!! WHO IS Y/N TO YOU?!" Paimon screamed as Neuvillette held a neutral face.

"Oh Y/N is my wife. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to put her in danger."

"That makes so much sense...its quite cute actually!! I can't believe THE Chief Justice has a wife!! For how long?" Paimon seemed to be extremely amused as the Traveller sighed at how dense Paimon was.

"400 years"

"SAY WHAT??!?!?"

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Wriothesley

"Erm...can you hear that Traveller?" Paimon sounded uneasy as the Traveller gave her a look of uncertainty at whatever was currently going on in the Duke of Meropide's office.

There was currently shouting going on that was so loud that a few people gather around his office to see if they could get anyone the drama. (that the only entertainment they get down there)

"WELL IF YOU DIDN'T PUT MY CAKE IN THE BIN THEN I WOULDN'T BE HERE TO BE HONEST, WRIOTHESLEY!!"

"UGH Y/N I TOLD YOU, I CAN GET YOU A BETTER ONE!! PLUS YOU ARE SO LOUD THAT I BET EVERYONE IS OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW!!"

"OH REALLY MR DUKE?? I LIKE THAT ONE CAUSE YOU MADE IT!"

"Y/N YOU AND I BOTH KNOW IT TASTED LIKE DIRT! AND STOP SHOUTING!!!"

Outside the office people were mumbling different things.

"Damn her sentence is gonna be for life if it wasn't before...."

"She's a soldier...."

Sigewinne showed up next to the Traveller and Paimon with an fed up look on her face.

"They are at it again...." She sighed and placed a hand on her forehead.

"Sigewinne!! Just what is going on in there?" Paimon asked as the Traveller flinched at another shout.

"You better go see for yourself..." Sigewinne pushed the Traveller and Paimon in the office and they climbed up the stairs to see a random woman and Wriothesley stop arguing to look at them.

Your demeanor changed completely as you turn your body to face them fully and smile.

"Oh hello! You must be the Traveller, and her cute little friend Paimon!" you smile softly as Paimon giggles and the Traveller greets you.

"Don't make Paimon blush!! However, the main issue is why you guys are shouting so much!!" Paimon places her hands on her hips like an angry mother.

Just as you started to calm you started getting heated.

"Traveller, I wouldn't usually be so desperate...but I could really use your help..."

"Hush it, Wrio." Paimon and the Traveller look at each other in shock.

Not only were you rude to THE Duke of Meropide but he also listened to you.

"Well, funny you guys asked....my HUSBAND here made me a lovely, beautiful delightful cake...last night which I enjoyed immensely!"

"Y/N-" Just as Wriothesley wanted to start you gave him a glare that shut him up.

"I REALLY enjoyed the cake, but my husband insisted it tasted like ass....so this morning after he had gone to work and I wanted to eat this cake I wake up to see it in the bin. So I am simply asking my husband to explain himself."

You fold your arms directing your attention back to Wriothesley.

"Wait....wait...wait...YOUR HUSBAND????!?!? WRIOTHESLEY THIS IS NEWS TO ME...." Paimon shouted as both the Traveller and Paimon both put their hands on their hips.

Wriothesley sighed and rubbed his hand over his face.

"Guys....this is Y/N my wife of 3 years."

"Not for much longer is you keep this up."

"Y/N!! I'm sorry okay, I will make another one for you tonight." You immediately perked up and smiled warmly as you gave him a tight hug he returned, before you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"There we go, it wasnt hard was it! Anyway, I gotta go back to work...see you guys around and see you tonight, Wrio." you waved as you walked downstairs and left.

It was silent for a few minutes as the Paimon and the Traveller stared at Wriothesley in disbelief.

"I didn't want to tell you in these circumstances but-" Wriothesley started

"YOU BAKE??!!" The Traveller and Paimon spoke up in sync.

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Alhaitham

It was a lovely day and The traveller and Paimon were walking through Port Ormos, just as a little relaxation walk.

"Hey Traveller, isn't that Alhaitham? Let's go say hi!" The Traveller nods and they both go and say hi to Alhaitham despite him talking to you.

You turn your head and notice the Traveller and Paimon approach your boyfriend so you tapped him while he was talking so he would turn around.

"Ah, Traveller and Paimon. How are you? What brings you here?" Alhaitham turns around as you shyly stand behind him hoping they don't notice you.

"We are great! Just came here for a walk. What about you."

"I am discussing things with my partner...." Alhaitham glanced back to you suggesting you make an appearance as you only cower behind him, gripping his arm tight.

"Uhhh....I'm assuming that's them behind you in the Akademiya uniform." Paimon says crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow in confusion.

Alhaitham nods before turning around and grabbing your shoulders, steering you infront of him. "Introduce yourself Y/N..."

"H-Hi....I am Y/N...." you don't say much before wrapping your arms around Alhaitham tightly and shoving your face in his chest. He wraps his arms around you smiling faintly (not going unnoticed by The Traveller)

"Sorry, she is usually really shy..." Alhaitham deadpanned.

"How on earth can she be your partner?" Paimon asked kind of shocked that he was tolerant enough to work together with you.

"She is actually a very valuable asset. I don't appreciate your language." Alhaitham said it neutrally despite the cold look in his eyes.

Before anyone can say anything tou mumbled out from Alhaitham's chest.

"I wanna go home...." you squeezed him tighter as he did the same.

"Well, we are going home now, she seems a bit overwhelmed so we will catch you another time." Alhaitham says moving away making Paimon and The Traveller feel a bit weirded out at how close they were for partners.

"Hey wait!! I'm sorry I said that....I didn't mean it...are you scared of us?" you looked away from Alhaitham's chest smiling slightly at them but not letting go.

"I'm scared cause you guys are so cool, Alhaitham told me all about you!" you spoke softly before turning away and earning a head pat from Alhaitham.

"Well done for speaking Y/N, dear." Alhaitham said as you looked up at him and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"EWWW! JUST WHAT TYPE OF PARTNERS ARE YOU?!?!" Paimon shouted as you and Alhaitham shared another small kiss before walking away.

"Romantic partners and work partners."

"WHATTTT!!"

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a/n: I'm probs gonna do a pt. 2 just because j wanna write scara too and wanna make sure I haven't written too much...anyways I hope you enjoyed 💜✨️💜✨️💜

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Can you please write about a Jacaerys Velaryon x twin sister. He has all the 'Strong' features while she is a Targaryen through and through, physically and mentally. He is often humilated by the Greens whereas she is not, and this makes him kinda obsessed with her (and a little bit jealous too)?

Who By His Lady's Command

Pairing(s): Jacaerys Velaryon x Velaryon!Reader

Words: 2037

Warnings: sibling incest hinted at, targcest, sibling x sibling, one-sided/jealous!Aegon, jealous!Jacaerys, I don't really like the way I ended it but oh well 🫠

Elegant fingers card through silver hair. Prized silky tresses that labeled you as a true child of a Targaryen.

"You fell asleep again," Jace whispers softly, not wanting to abruptly wake you. Your head was comfortably nestled against his shoulder. He'd been holding the tome that your septa had instructed both of you to study.

Your eyelids flutter open. Deep indigo reflects back at him as you push off your brother's shoulder. "You should've let me sleep." Your usually pleated hair is a mess with stray strands becoming undone.

"And have our septa scold my ear off?" You huff at his reply.

When you hear him laugh, you start to giggle. "Let's take a break! Go for a fly!"

"We can't-"

"Oh Jace, please?" Throwing your arms tightly around his bicep, you beg. "Our dragons are finally large enough to ride! How can any read from dusty old books when they have dragons!"

He allows you to drag him up to his feet. Your small fingers laced with his callused ones.

He would do anything for you.

"Alright. We'd better make a run for the Dragonpit then." His only testament to having Targaryen blood in him was his bond with Vermax. It secured his place as your equal.

You squeal in excitement and race him out of the quiet godswood your mother Rhaenyra showed you when the two of you were little.

Jacaerys could never hate you, the only person he shared half a soul with. The gods were cruel, though, in having both of you share a womb yet make you look completely different. You with your pale hair and dark, violet eyes that bore into the soul. While Jace. . . Jace, Luce, and Joff have the wavy, rich coloration very similar to a certain Lord Commander of the City Watch of King's Landing.

Unfair that you were so beloved, and Jacaerys, your twin, was thought of as a bastard.

He sees the looks cast upon him by Alicent and her kin. Even other lords and ladies of the Keep showed their suspicious disdain toward him.

And you, smiling up at him with utter reverence. Pure love radiated from you whenever you and Jace were together. Many may love and adore you, but none of them held your attention like he did. That was enough to make Jace feel special, the most important person in the Seven Kingdoms.

You were someone Queen Alicent couldn't scrutinize, unlike the rest of your siblings. She couldn't call you a bastard born, nor could Aegon or Aemond.

Even atop of Vermax, Jace watches you. The wind tangling your wild, silver mane as you carelessly laugh. Your mount under you, Aegarax, lets out her own shrill scream of delight as the she-dragon pierces through clouds like an arrow through the heart.

Never was there a more beautiful sight than that which caused Jace's chest to ache with longing.

Aegarax's red and blue-scaled belly shimmers as she flies low to the water of Blackwater Bay, scaring a few seamen who were out on their docks. They laugh when they see it's you. The people of King's Landing cherished you most of all. You were seen as the playful epitome of a dragon-riding princess. They used to call Rhaenyra 'the Realm's Delight', but the title was now passed down to you.

Vermax and Jace take a sharp, upward ascension to avoid clipping a cargo ship's sails. He was still getting used to handling a dragon beneath him. You seemed to effortlessly take flight the moment Aegarax was big enough to ride. When you were angry, Jacaerys thought you took on the very visage of your dragon. Fire behind your eyes and a terrifying roar.

His haze of adoration for you is abruptly cut short when he realizes that a familiar golden dragon was diving for you and Aegarax. You appeared oblivious to the oncoming danger.

"Adere, Vermax! (Quick, Vermax!)" Jacaerys urges Vermax in your direction.

Barely making it back inside the Red Keep's walls, Sunfyre tauntingly pecks at the top of Aegarax.

Vermax is close enough that Jace could make out you tilting your head up to see your uncle, Aegon.

Aegarax snaps her jaws at Sunfyre in annoyance. She was as quick-tempered as you were.

To prevent any disasters, Jace watches Aegarax's sleek form make a safe landing at the mouth of the dragon pit, startling many of the handlers as they rush to move out of the way. All the while, Jace could hear Aegon's snide laughter.

You angrily throw your helmet off and slide down Aegarax's side.

Fury couldn't begin to describe the snapping jaws of a hellish dragon burst inside of you.

He could have killed you with an aerial attack like that. Thank the gods Aegarax didn't startle easily. She handled that taunt with true grace.

She's snorting and rumbling at the dragonkeepers. Smoke curls from the slits of her nostril, the spikes along her body on an offensive edge. "Gīda (Calm). Nothing good will happen with both of us spitting fire." You tell her.

You hear Jace call your name as he dismounts Vermax. "Are you okay?"

He can already taste your rage in the air.

"That dickhead-" Your eyes dart up to the sky, waiting for Sunfyre's descent with curled fists "I'll get him for that. One of these days when Aegarax is bigger, he's going to regret it."

Your older twin manages to get you into a carriage that was waiting for your return. He holds your hand on the ride back in an attempt to quash your heat.

Upon getting back to the castle, you and Jace go to Rhaenyra and tell her of what happened. You tattled on yourself for skipping out on your lessons as a consequence, but you knew what Aegon did would outweigh you playing hooky.

Rhaenyra, indignation high on her cheeks, mutters to herself, "He could have killed her..." before putting her attention back on her twins. She cups your cheek then does the same to Jacaerys. "I'll take care of this. In the meantime, the two of you catch up on the material you missed out on."

Jace gawks. "But-"

"Did you think I'd let the two of you slide on your studies? You're my heir, Jace, and you, my only daughter, will be Crown Princess once Jacaerys becomes king. There are duties you have to attend to as well. We need your mind sharp." She gently admonishes both of you. "Go apologize to your septa and repent."

After hours spent hunched over your tomes, you and Jace tiredly wobble out of the library, eyes weary and dry from reading small print on dusty parchment.

"Thank the gods Septa Sarsah took pity on us to release us for dinner." Jacaerys weakly smiles, though his steps grew lighter the farther you got from your studies.

To get to the tower where your branch of the family resides, you had to cross the main courtyard. The sun cast a deep orange glow in the sky as its rays were slowly extinguished. You loved this time of day.

Especially the way it glinted off of your twin’s dark hair.

You love him so much that it aches your heart as you stop in your steps and whisper, “I’m sorry I got you in trouble too. It was my idea to skip out on our lessons.” You seemed to get Jace in trouble often. Even if it was your idea, Jacaerys unfairly received much more of the blame. You knew it was mainly due to your differing hair color. Everyone was always ready to blame him because his coloring resembled that of Harwin Strong, the man everyone believed to be your mother's lover and the true father to her children.

He's confused, pausing mid-step to glance back at you before fully facing you with a frown. "It wasn't your fault."

Sadly smiling to yourself, you shake your head in disagreement. "Oh, Jace, always trying to protect me."

"I could have very well stayed in the godswood and obeyed our septa. I have my own will, and I decided to go with you." He insists. "Plus, as the older twin, I could have stopped you, too."

Snorting out a laugh, you close the distance between the two of you to admire his dark eyes. "You? Stop me?"

He grins down. "I can be very persuasive." Jacaerys towered over you. As children, you had been the taller one for the longest time. But when your brother hit that age where little boys become men, it hit hard.

A derisive scoff comes from a few feet down the corridor. "And how would you consider yourself persuasive, nephew? With your tongue or sword?"

All lightness fled from you as you moved around your brother to glare at Aegon. Jace's firm hand clamps down on your arm to prevent you from lunging at your uncle.

"You could've killed me with that stunt you pulled." You hiss, using your free hand to try and pry Jace's grip off of you. "You think that's funny?"

"I would never hurt you, sweet niece." Aegon's voice turns annoyingly sweet with a hint of mockery. His steps were slow and calculated. He was married to his sister Helaena, yet the way his eyes crawled up and down your body made you sick to your stomach.

For a time there was talk of marrying you off to Aegon as a sort of truce between Alicent and Rhaenyra. To ease the tension between the branches of your family. That was one thing you could thank Alicent for; she was the one who put up a fight against the union.

Aegon never stopped treating you like his potential bride. When he'd heard of the potential engagement, Aegon was actually quite excited. He'd had feelings for you since you budded into a young lady. Always wanting. . . more of you. Eyes that hungered to shred the clothing you wore and to rove over your bare skin. Never bothering to hide his obvious lust for you both deeply unsettled you and your twin.

"Go back to your wife, Aegon." You snarl.

That makes him laugh. "The audacity you have is charming. Yet you should know better than to order me around."

"Why wouldn't she? She could very well become queen when our mother dies." Jace feels you stir.

He regrets looking at you, for he found stars in your eyes as you stare up at him with reverence. He read the thought in your eyes: 'For me to be queen, you must be king'.

Aegon reads the threat clearly. "Not even your mother would allow such a horrendous match."

"Why wouldn't she? You married your own sister." Counters Jace, a snap in his voice.

Squaring his chest, an ugly scowl crosses Aegon's face. "You're twins, too close with your. . . Strong blood."

You would maim him for that.

Once again you find Jace restrain you. He leans down to whisper in your ear "Say the word and I will make him bleed for you."

Heart racing and face blooming with a blush, you nod. He'd get in even more trouble for making Alicent's eldest son bleed. Rheanyra would surely be disappointed in him and give him the lecture of the decade. Worst would be the affirmation of his bad blood. The Hightowers would permanently point the finger at him and deem him a disgrace to the Targaryen name.

He should hate you for making him love you so much.

Hate everything about you, from your typical Targaryen looks to the fact that you never got punished as bad as he did.

His pure love for you was stronger than any breed of hate.

And for you, he clenched his dominant hand into a harsh fist and lunged for Aegon.

You watch, titillated and dizzy at the brawl that broke out right in front of you.

You felt bad for the trouble he would get in for this. But there was a sick thrill you received when you saw your twin fight for you at your command.

He may be the eldest twin but you held the reins.

Jacaerys wouldn't have it any other way.

[jiesqi]

first post gulp still deciding on a title!

pairing: re4 leon kennedy x fem!reader

synopsis: a lazy afternoon turns into playful chaos when you convince your boyfriend to recreate some video you just saw on your phone — does he give in? or not?.

wc:??? forgot to count xoxo

cw: tooth rotting fluff, domestic chaos, not proofread apologies for any mistakes, heart squeeze!!1!1

note: i’ve been seeing these videos a lot on my fyp and i literally cannot stop imagining leon kennedy to them, so! i decided to write my first ever post (yes, first, hello world) about this. enjoy!

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it was one of those slow, lazy evenings.

your boyfriend has finally returned from the brutalities of his work. luckily he managed to get home early so you took the opportunity to melt into him, your head resting on your boyfriend’s thigh, alongside the soft patters of the rain that added to the comfort. his fingers gently scratching through your hair in that way that made your brain shut off in the best way.

videos played on your phone, random, chaotic—none of them mattered, getting cut off with each swipe.

until, a video of a couple.

some couple.

almost like you and leon.

the girl lying on her boyfriend’s arm.

the guy flexing his bicep.

the girl’s face? smashed.

you? wild.

feral even. leon well aware of how physique-matised you are.

you tilted your head up, giving leon a mischievous little grin. he groaned mockingly. “another one?” he has not skipped one couple trend and it’s all thanks to your insistence

you shamelessly grinned wider “pleeeeease?” giving him those doe eyes. the ones he never stood a chance against.

now you were upright, both hands squishing his arm with dangerous intent. he sighed, the kind of sigh that meant he was already giving in. “come on then. got no time to waste.”

you giggled like a silly teenage girl with a silly little crush — though in your case, that crush never passed away, and definitely wasn’t little. you got into position: head on bicep, phone ready, face primed.

his arm stayed soft for a moment. a decoy.

and then—BOOM. his bicep flexed, and your face? obliterated. cheeks squished, mouth muffled, eyes sparkling as you let out the happiest squeal known to mankind.

he released you, and you immediately turned to him. “again.”

“that’s enough.”

“agaainnnn,” you whined, jabbing his bicep like a stubborn child poking dessert.

he smirked, shaking his head. “don’t get pouty on me now sweetheart, you’ve had your time.” and then, as always, he pulled you into his lap—tucking you in like you were a blanket he couldn’t live without.

you pouted anyway, cheek squished to his chest.

“you hate me and want me dead”

he chuckled lightly and just looked down at you with that stupidly soft expression you pretended not to live for.

“you are the most ridiculous girl I’ve ever met,” he said, brushing hair from your face then playfully squishing your cheek.

you pouted more, burying your fave further into his chest in annoyance as he chuckled lightly.

he placed a kiss on your head. then rested his against yours. he felt you smile against his broad chest.

and that was it. you, wrapped up in the embrace of your beloved who appreciates your every pout and poke and ridiculous little moment.

love is loud sometimes. other times, it’s just a bicep to the face and a kiss to the forehead.

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© est 2025. jiesqi — do not steal

[dadsbongos]

dungeon meshi gave me an excuse to write clone porn

2.6 k words / warnings - readers have boobs and vagina, oral (laios + reader receiving), thigh fucking, porn without plot like none at all, not proofread + written while sleep deprived

summary - on your honeymoon, you and laios have a special kind of shapeshifter encounter

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“Who keeps two towels in the whole house?” you grumble, pulling on the shoes you’d kicked off just minutes ago.

“Like I said, they probably keep some in the shed,” Laios is directly behind you, shoes on and wired to step outside, “Vacation houses out here are rare, but their sheds are more useful for storage than farming tools.”

“Still, did they not think to prepare a little more?” your frustration is not so easily tempered, “They knew a king was coming, didn’t they?”

“I’m sure they did,” Laios opens the front door for you, ushering you outside, “Marcille seemed pretty sure she set this up nicely for us. It’s just a short walk around the back, I could go by myself if you want to finish showering?”

His suggestion makes you sigh, you shake your head, huddling closer to him as chilled wind scathes your damp skin, “I’m just annoyed, it’s nothing for me to be so hostile about… Sorry for losing my mind.”

“I don’t mind,” he smooches the crown of your head and ventures around the house. You chase after, having to keep a hand dragging along the wall to avoid tripping.

“Laios!” you wail, unable to make him out with gray clogging your whole vision, “Laios!”

“Yeah?” you slam into his chest, letting out a muted ‘oomf!’ at the impact.

“It’s so foggy out here,” you grumble.

“It is, guess I forgot how terrible it could be.”

“Dunno how you could forget anything like this.”

Laios groans in irritation at the weather, blindly reaching out until he’s got a hand on your shoulder. Once he’s certain of your position, he reaches out again, “Here, take my hand, I don’t want you to get separated from me.”

You take the hand extended and let Laios tug you towards the shed. By the time you’re inside and the hanging overhead lantern is lit, a sudden discovery is made.

There are two extra bodies among you. You hold one Laios, and the Laios across from you holds the hand of your copy.

A gasp echoes through the room, distinctly Laios-like in passion.

Seems a monster has crossed your paths.

One Laios is taller, a mere two inches, and you think if you really stare that same Laios’ chest is slightly bigger too. He’s also smiling, beaming really, right off the bat while the second Laios’ excitement is more contained to shaking hands and meek giggles. To be fair to both, they thought they’d never see a monster again so you let the strange giddy slide.

However, your duplicate is scary in how precisely Laios remembers you. Your hair is a bit bouncier and lips more glossy than current, but she’s undeniably accurate. Its legs, the swell of its breasts, the mold of its waist -- almost as though you’re gazing through a mirror.

“This would probably be easier if it wasn’t just us,” you think aloud, looking at the two Laioses only to see them poking and prodding at one another.

“They don’t seem too keen on figuring out which is which,” your copy mumbles, earning a glare from you.

“It’s a shapeshifter!” the slightly shorter Laios (who you’re now electing to dub Laios A) shouts, “I haven’t seen one of these in forever! I thought I never would again!”

The other one, Laios B, nods and yanks Laios A’s hair experimentally, then groping his bicep, “It really feels just like I do! Soft, but firm skin and the hair texture’s exactly right!”

As if thinking in sync, the pair slowly turn towards the yous. Four hands turn unto you both to squeeze and roll down the planes of your body. Or, bodies, considering they’re petting down your copy as well.

“Practically identical!” Laios A squeals, kissing your cheek then your copy’s, “Even the plumpness of their cheeks feel the same!”

“Glad you’re having fun,” your dupe cuts in, “but shouldn’t we try getting rid of the fakes before they get rid of us?”

Oh, that little wench.

“Let Laios have fun,” you smack its arm, “You should know this is rare for him now.”

“That attitude’s terrible! He could die if we keep messing around!” it glares at you with an accusatory finger-wag, “I bet you want us to waste time, you fake!”

“You’re the fake, you fake!”

Laios A has to restrain you with both arms around your waist -- while Laios B does the same for your shifter -- to prevent you from knocking a fist into its stupid, fake face.

“There’s gotta be a way to figure out which ones the real one without breaking into fights,” Laios B fusses, hugging the shifter tighter to soothe her. Which, in turn, only agitates you more because what if that Laios is the real one, and he’s in horrible danger holding that monster?!

“We can’t just cut ourselves open,” Laios A’s chest reverberates at your back, then his hand skims down the front of your stomach, fingertips dipping just beneath your waistband, “But maybe we could tell each other’s behaviors apart some other way…”

“Oh, so it’s like that?” you tilt your head back to stare up at Laios A.

He nods, terminally serious despite the pinkish hue trailing from his cheeks to his neck, “It’s like that,” he then darts his eyes between you and your copy, “Can we?”

The real question seems to be: can you two get along for now?

Are you so devoted to Laios that you’re willing to play nice with something so grating?

You sigh and reach up to cup Laios A’s cheek, “Yeah, we can.”

Both Laioses rush to undo the tie of their trousers, only to be stopped by you and your copy -- the two of you falling onto your knees, creeping hands under Laios’ shirt and beneath his pants.

Yanking the soft material down to unveil thick thighs, Laios A above you gasps quietly at the cool air brushing his exposed skin. Your lips climb the meat of his leg, noting that Laios B’s thighs are looking a little rounder. Not that it matters, you’ll gladly bite and suck both.

Fingers dancing along the apple of your cheek redirect your attention, Laios A’s face tinged crimson. You smooch the bone of his hip, nails scaling along the back of his thighs to pull him closer. Beside your face, his cock hardens, color deepening towards his mushroom tip; he keens for more attention, unintentionally smearing leaky precum over your face as his erection twitches. You smooth a thumb along his underside before chastly pecking the weepy head.

Laios B’s hands strip your copy’s shirt, lifting it to paw at its breasts. He kisses down the column of its neck before reaching out for you as well. Rising onto your feet, you run your hands up Laios B’s back to shirk off his top -- Laios A awkwardly lingering behind your clone. His hands find the waistband of its pants, snaking beneath the lip to plunge into its panties.

You press a kiss to Laios B, he doesn’t turn to return the affection, but you recover quickly by pulling down both you and your duplicate’s bottoms. Laios A’s neck cranes over your copy’s shoulder to snatch your lips for himself. Laios B’s hands warm and calloused from labor as they careen up your waist to rid you of your shirt as well. He sucks a violet array from your shoulder to jaw, grinding his turgid girth between your thighs -- your wetness welcoming him.

Laios A moans at the sight of himself thrusting along your soaked slit, fingers quickening inside your copy until its own slick is rolling towards the floor. While Laios B releases muted groans and puffs into your ear.

“Need to be inside you,” Laios A whines, kissing your copy’s lips before striding past all three of you towards the center of the room. Laios B and you tilt to watch him.

Laios A quickly flattens his back against the floor, cobblestone acclimating to his rising body heat, he pulls you down by the waist -- then beckoning your copy via wave. One of his hands cradles your waist while the other smoothes along your copy’s thigh. Silently urging it to kneel over his face, all while his twitching cock bobs toward the apex of your thighs.

“Want to know if here’s the same, too,” Laios A murmurs into your dupe’s thighs, sharply jerking his hips towards yours.

Suddenly, large hands are burrowing into the thicket of your hair, swerving your eyes to Laios B. Your tongue lulls in time with your copy, lips brushing hers around the base of Laios B’s flushed head. Needily, he mushes your faces together, thrusting between the wet cavern of your mouths. Hands just as soft as yours slither beneath you to work Laios A inside you. Laios A snaps his knees up, feet on the floor, to aid your copy’s effort. His hips buck up, punching air from your chest as he pops into your hole.

A louder mewl slithers past your copy’s lips, Laios A’s tongue lathering its slit before pausing at its clit, bathing the bud in extra attention. His thumbs splay it open just for easier access to tongue-fuck. Meanwhile, your sleepy bouncing rhythm is interrupted by abrupt, sharp humping throwing you off balance. The only reason you don’t fall over is Laios B stubbornly holds your head still, fucking the sodden gap between yours and your clone’s faces; otherwise leaving you to your own devices. You manage to catch yourself on Laios A’s chest, firm muscles flexing beneath your palms with his throaty hums and whimpers of pleasure.

Your tongue clashes with your clone’s -- soft and wet and warm.

Pulling both your heads back, Laios B rearranges you so your clone is left squealing around his balls while he slaps the meaty weight of his cock on your tongue. Sliding toward the back of your throat, his face flushes as he hungrily coaxes your head further down. Until your molten cheeks meet the protrusions of his pelvic bones.

A hand bigger than yours (though smaller than the one in your hair) rests on your flexing tummy, pressing against the bulging evidence of which Laios is inside you. Laios A groans at the feeling, and you quickly fumble your hand over his, pressing harder with a delighted gasp that ends in a gag and choke. Their sizes are indecipherable, and if the mood were different you could almost be ashamed by how perverted it makes you seem.

Laios B throws his head back as your throat spasms around his tip, lip cinched between his teeth and brows furrowed. He forces your head side-to-side, reveling in the bend of your muscles shifting to accommodate his dick. Laios A, however, stretches his hand (a little uncomfortably) so his thumb can swish messily against your clit. Your volume grows, quickly overpowering both Laios B and your own duplicate. Spurring Laios A to hasten, jostling you with his powerful drilling paired with stimulating your clit.

The other hand of Laios A has found one of your clone’s tits, squeezing and padding the nipple with his thumb. She’s grinding down against his nose, hips jumping and muffled mewls just barely scratching past its lips into the sensitive sack of Laios B’s balls. Spit gurgling down its chin, drying against its breasts and Laios A’s hand.

Drool steadily pools at the pucker of your own lips, pushed out everytime B shoves in -- saliva splatters his hips, dripping down his thighs and soaking his base as well as your entire lower face. The quicker he fucks your face, the sloppier and wetter it gets. Which is certainly in character for Laios.

But so is the way the one on his back is staving off his burgeoning orgasm to make sure (both of) you finish first. Something he always tries.

Laios A’s hips snap up firmly, crooking up into you midair, deep as possible to ensure all his cum is milked by your cunt. He moans into your clone’s cunt, now content to let his tongue hang out as it fucks his face -- his hand still squishing its tit.

Yet something he always fails.

Laios usually cums before you, but he’s also got the stamina to soldier on until you drop.

Determined, Laios swirls your clit, fevered thrusts slowing to meet your bouncing on his cock. Another slush of saliva oozes past your lips, lubing the shapeshifter as you cry around its erection. Laios fucks you through your orgasm, evidently loving how cum spews from your weeping cunt -- leaking down his cock, over his nuts, and spilling onto the cobblestone below.

Faux Laios spits cum down your throat with a few final aggressive jerks. Your clone is the last, and the quietest, shy huffs scarcely audible between skin on skin and both you and Laios’ noisy crooning.

The shapeshifters tumble off, thoroughly exhausted, and you fare no better collapsing into Laios’ chest. He leisurely jabs the last of your energy from you before pulling out altogether. Sweetly pecking your forehead, Laios murmurs something you don’t quite catch before he rises -- still naked -- to drive off the imposters.

Snagging both by the back of their necks, Laios herds the pair towards the back wall, then scooping you up to carry towards the main house. Once your doppelgangers are locked outside, Laios can focus on getting you in bed.

You pinch the juncture of his neck, yawning into his chest, “Clothes…”

“I know, I know,” he slumps against the door upon getting inside, laying his head over yours -- eyes fluttering with drowsiness as soon as he crosses into the master bed, “I’ll go back when the shapeshifter’s dealt with. You brought more clothes, right?”

You nod clumsily. Then peek at him through heavy lashes, “How do you know I’m the right one anyway?”

(you trust him to know which you was which, you just want him to bask in this)

Laios grins, visibly excited to share as he slips you beneath the sheets, “You’re always loud when we have sex, so I knew the version of you trying to be quiet couldn’t be it. And it was too shy about sitting on my face -- we’ve been together a while so you should be used to it by now,” his expression grows somehow brighter before disappearing from your sight, voice lively from the bathroom, “Could you tell which me was me?”

“Mhm,” you wait for him to return with a damp washcloth before mumbling your own reasoning, “The other one was too rough, kept shovin’ my head. And he never kissed me,” you fling a hand out, and Laios moves his head so your palm lands on his cheek, “Which was very unlike you.”

“You’re so smart,” he muses, shifting to kiss your palm before lacing his free hand with yours and retucking it in bed so he can properly clean the mixed cum between your thighs. Then, suddenly, he’s frowning.

“Aw, what’s wrong?”

“This might actually be my last time seeing a monster, unless it's a corpse Izutsumi brings me…”

“Poor baby,” you’ll never understand his fascination -- monsters are deadly and terrible and most are ugly as sin, but you’re useless to denying Laios anything so you always indulge him, “You could sing me the mermaids’ song, would that help you feel better?”

Laios sits up straighter, finishing cleaning you off, “Can I sing to the end? I never get to finish it.”

“Of course, you can.”

Quiet, hysterical giggles leave Laios’ mouth as he slides into bed beside you, hugging you into his chest before clearing his throat to begin singing.

(you have to keep pinching yourself awake to actually let Laios finish the song before falling asleep, but his grateful little kisses on your hairline are enough thanks)