#no thoughts just pwetty

[drdepper]

PomPom pretty bois go ✨⋆｡°✩✨‧₊˚✩彡

[breezypunk]

Vice City, 2083 🌆

[pinkhairandpokemon]

I heard we were talking about attractive nerds so- *ahem*

If I may add:

-Blake

[muddlemore]

[leatherbookmark]

squinting a little at the deukae tracklist tbh. like, we'll see, but squinting a little

[kashverse]

nanami knew this day would come. it had started innocently—too innocently. babykuna, the tiny menace to society, had somehow developed an obsession with dinosaurs. it was all she talked about. all she drew. all she screamed at an ungodly volume.

"RAWWWWR! I’M GONNA EAT YOU, POOPYHEAD!"

and of course, because yuuji admired his little she-devil bestfriend far too much, he immediately jumped on the hype train like a devoted disciple. which brings us to now. yuuji, standing in the middle of the living room, clutching nanami’s hands, eyes wide with uncontainable excitement.

"papa. we need diwosaur suits."

"…what."

yuuji gasped. "suits. but not boring ones. fun ones. kom-fee ones. cozy-wosy ones." his chubby little hands balled into fists. “onesies.” nanami slowly exhaled, already regretting this conversation. "yuuji, why do we need dinosaur onesies?"

yuuji stared up at him like he had just said the dumbest thing in existence. "’cuz."

"because what?"

"’cuz they cool, papa." he stomped his little foot for emphasis. "and… and we need matching ones! group ones! like a famiwy pack!"

"yuuji, we are not a pokémon bundle."

"but papa, pwetty pleaseeeee." his tiny hands grabbed at nanami’s apron, shaking it with desperation. "we gotta! we gotta be diwosaurs in da wild! rawwr! rawwr!"

"yuuji, i am a grown man—"

"a fun grown man!"

"—who will not be parading around in public in a dinosaur onesie."

yuuji gasped so dramatically that he nearly choked. "papa." his voice trembled. “papa, do you not love me anymore?” nanami pinched the bridge of his nose. "yuuji, i bought you legos."

"yes, but dis is more."

you, watching from the kitchen with your coffee, tried very hard not to laugh. but yuuji had not forgotten about you. "mama!" he sprinted towards you, grabbing at your sleeve. “mama, you love diwosaurs, wight? wight??” you raised a brow. "do i?"

"yes." yuuji decided. "and we gotta be matching! papa is da big dino, you da mommy dino, and i am baby dino!" he beamed. "and den we can go outside and show da whole wide world our dino power!"

nanami, horrified, turned to you. “do not encourage this.” you hummed, sipping your coffee. "i dunno, honey. it does sound like family bonding."

yuuji gasps. "mama likes! it's two against one, papa!"

nanami closed his eyes. he was outnumbered. and so, three days later, nanami found himself standing in front of the mirror, staring at his own reflection.

in a green dinosaur onesie.

yuuji cheered, "LOOKIT, LOOKIT! PAPA, YOU DA BIG DINO!"

nanami dragged a tired hand down his face. he was a grown man. he paid taxes. he handled real estate investments. he had a retirement plan. 

and yet.

here he was, dressed like a discount godzilla, while his son gleefully jumped on the couch in his tiny orange dinosaur onesie. you, in your own (slightly more stylish) onesie, patted nanami’s arm. "you look good, babe."

he sighed deeply. "this is my life now."

and just when nanami thought it couldn’t get any worse—

"UNCLE KENNY, UNCLE KENNY!" babykuna burst into the apartment, skidding to a stop. she blinked up at him. then, with the smuggest little grin—

"you look so silly."

nanami closed his eyes. this was exactly why he should have never given in to capitalism.

[tinyv9]

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑: 𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

The gardens of the Red Keep were a sanctuary of sorts, a place where you could escape the drudgery of court life. Today was one of those rare, perfectly still afternoons—where the sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the cobblestone paths, and the air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers. It was an ideal day for a stroll, a brief escape from the duties and annoyances of the royal court.

You walked slowly, savoring the quiet, the rustling of your gown the only sound accompanying you. The garden was your domain, a place where you could admire the perfection of nature without interruption. Or so you thought.

You had barely turned the corner around a hedge when you heard the soft patter of little feet behind you, followed by the unmistakable voice of Aegon. He was calling your name in that innocent, eager way he always did, as if you were the most important person in the world. You sighed, rolling your eyes. It seemed even the gardens weren’t immune to his constant need for attention.

"Y/N!" he called, his voice high and full of excitement.

You ignored him, quickening your pace slightly in the hope that he’d lose interest and go back to his mother. But the sound of his footsteps didn’t fade. If anything, they grew louder as he stumbled to keep up with you, his little legs working hard to match your stride.

Eventually, you slowed down, knowing he’d only start crying if you didn’t. You let him catch up, but didn’t bother to turn around, instead continuing your walk as if he wasn’t there. Let him follow if he wanted—maybe he’d get bored soon.

Aegon, however, was nothing if not persistent. He toddled after you, determined to keep up. When you reached a particularly beautiful section of the garden, where the roses bloomed in vibrant reds and pinks, he suddenly stopped. Something had caught his eye.

You kept walking, unaware of his distraction until you heard a sudden, sharp cry. You stopped in your tracks, your annoyance flaring up instantly. Of course, he’d found some way to get into trouble. You turned around, ready to give him a piece of your mind, only to find him sitting on the ground, cradling his tiny hand to his chest, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"What now?" you muttered under your breath, your irritation clear as you walked back to him. When you reached him, you saw the reason for his distress—his hand was pricked by a thorn, a small bead of blood welling up on his pale skin.

Aegon looked up at you with tear-filled eyes, his lip quivering. "Y/N…" he whimpered, his voice thick with sobs. "Aegon… Aegon want to pick y/n a pwetty flowa…"

You stared at him, momentarily taken aback. He had hurt himself trying to pick a rose for you? Of all the things he could have done, you hadn’t expected that. Something stirred in your chest—a feeling you quickly tamped down. You couldn’t afford to be soft, not now, not ever.

You sighed and dropped to one knee beside him, pulling the silk wrap from around your shoulders. "Aegon," you said, your voice calm but firm as you gently took his hand in yours, "a prince should not cry, especially not one who’s going to be my husband someday. You need to be strong."

He sniffled, trying to blink back his tears as you carefully wrapped the silk around his tiny hand, making sure it wasn’t too tight. Despite your usual aloofness, your touch was gentle, the way you handled his small injury almost tender. You kept your expression neutral, not letting on that his gesture had affected you more than you wanted to admit.

Aegon, for his part, looked up at you with wide eyes, his tears beginning to dry as he focused on your words. He nodded slowly, doing his best to stop crying as you finished tying the silk around his hand.

"Good," you said, your tone softening just a fraction. "There’s no need to cry over something so small."

He nodded again, his little face scrunched up in concentration as he tried to be brave for you. You looked at him for a moment longer, then turned your attention to the rose he had been trying to pick. Carefully, you plucked it from the bush, mindful of the thorns, and brought it to your nose.

The scent was sweet, delicate, just like the moment you had shared with him. You allowed yourself a small smile as you inhaled the fragrance, then lowered the flower and looked back at Aegon.

"Thank you," you said simply, meeting his wide, violet eyes. You didn’t offer him a smile, but there was a warmth in your gaze that hadn’t been there before.

Aegon’s face lit up at your words, his earlier pain forgotten as he beamed up at you. He looked so proud, so happy to have pleased you, that it almost made you forget how annoyed you had been just moments before.

Almost.

Without another word, you rose to your feet, tucking the rose into the folds of your gown as you turned to leave. Aegon tried to follow you again, but you held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks.

"Stay here," you commanded, your tone leaving no room for argument. "I’ll see you later, Aegon."

He watched you go, his little face a mix of admiration and determination as he stood where you left him, cradling his bandaged hand. You didn’t look back as you walked away, though you could feel his gaze on you the entire time.

When you finally returned to your chambers, you found yourself pulling the rose from your gown and placing it on your bedside table, where it could catch the light.

Part 1 ♡ Part 3 ♡ Part 4 ♡ Part 5 ♡ Part 6

@ 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.

[joeyfranchise]

𝟙𝟚 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕚𝕔-𝕞𝕒𝕤: 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖

the prettiest sight to see…

dad!joe x fem!reader

cutesy lil bulleted list blurb about dad!joe and what your lil family would be like opening gifts on christmas morning!! sfw but minors please do not interact with my page.

(i switched day six and day five. we all need some sweet dad joe rn.)

‘twas the night before christmas…

and all through the house. many many creatures were stirring

your kids, your husband. arose such a clatter? yeah

cuz the toddler wanted to try to climb the tree again

“mama, staw pwetty, wan’ it” she says, her lil baby rasp so adorable as she points at the top of the tree

“i know you want the pretty star baby, but we gotta leave it up so santa can see”

of course your six-year-old daughter knows santa “isn’t real” because she saw joe putting the presents under the tree last year when she snuck downstairs

you cried because you didn’t want the magic to die for her. but she’s a trooper

and she promised she wouldn’t spoil it for your three-year-old or the baby boy

anywhodaddle

your six-year-old and joe are working on making gingerbread for santa

why you trusted him WHO KNOWS but your daughter loves it because she knows daddy is wrapped around her finger

you can hear them giggling and clanging pots and pans around the kitchen

but it’S CUTE

you told joey you’d put the smaller kids to bed so

you take them to the kitchen for their night-night kisses

your daughter is covered in flour

the floor is covered in flour? joe is-

you know what. leave it be. just let it go. it’s CHRISTMAS EVE

joe kisses the babies goodnight and gives you a cheeky little peck before pinching your ass

which earns him a STERN look

he winks. smugggggggg

you take your babies to their rooms and get them down for sleep. surprisingly easy usually they fight HARD

when you come back joe and your daughter are cleaning the kitchen, and you pitch in to help so everyone can go to bed

you get her tucked in and you and joe finally go to bed

oh. OH

sOMEONE IS JUMPING ON YOU

you wake to see your three and six year olds jumping in between you and joe on the bed

joe groans, but when he rolls over he’s smiling so big, he’s so happy

your heart is full

“come on, let’s go see what santa brought!” your oldest screeched, throwing you a lil wink

she used both eyes but HEY she tried

you get up and everyone comes downstairs to A TON OF PRESENTS

you’re holding the baby on your lap and he’s giggling, enthralled with watching his sisters

they got all the dolls and clothes and doll clothes that any girls could ever ask for

and shoes and purses

just anything joey thought would make them smile

he’s BEAMING watching them, his other hand rubbing your knee

and he was so meant to be a girl dad

he’s a wonderful dad to your son too, he loves his lil boy but

those girls have daddy wrapped. and he’s HAPPY about it

you smile at joe and he returns it

you’re so thankful for all the sacrifices he makes for your family

i mean

even last night be barely slept because he had to set up (and eat) the cookies for santa and

put out all the gifts AND

there’s one more special surprise

“okay girls, daddy’s gotta go get the last present from the garage”

he kisses them both on their little heads as he walks by, and does the same to you and your son

your girls are EXCITED BEYOND BELIEF

especially when they see that

THERE IS A PUPPY

you and joe talked extensively about it and you felt it was time

he wanted a cat but. the girls had been BEGGINGGG for a dog

the baby coos and giggles at the fluffly little bundle in dada’s arms

joe comes and sits cross-legged by the girls and lets the puppy down

he’s a little timid but

your girls are being gentle despite their extreme excitement as they pet him

“what should we name him?” joe asks, and you laugh at all the suggestions

“doggy” “pillow” “fluffy” “daddy” “beep” “ummmm…. luca”

“i like luca!” you admit

your toddler is climbing onto the couch and she sits in your lap

“pillow was my favorite” joe laughs. “we can go with luca”

your morning carries on, the happiness continues to flow through your home as soft christmas music plays

you and joe help the baby unwrap his presents before your tradition of making christmas morning cinnamon rolls

the girls are having fun with all their toys AND their new puppy

they both made sure to say thank you a million times to you and joe, accompanied by a million hugs

the baby is in his bouncer and you’re in the kitchen

joe comes and wraps his arms around you from behind, kissing you on the cheek as you make hot chocolate for everyone

“merry christmas baby” he says, you return the sentiment

“i guess it’s true what they say, that the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be on your own front door” you tell him, sing-songing

he smiles softly

“it’s definitely what’s behind that door. it’s what’s in this home”

he gives you a sweet kiss before helping you plate breakfast

you couldn’t agree more. this is your dream life. and you are so grateful

photos and dividers are not mine. all cred to owners.

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[gracie-eilish]

the prettiest girl in the whole wide world🥹

this was requested, thank you for the request babydoll☺️

an: this is for all the besties who are letting billies hair grow on them! while i can’t not drool over billie for long, i did in fact cut my own hair recently so that when i blow dried it, it resembled hers specifically🫣 (like i pulled up the oscar’s photo at my appt. and everything😭😂) so i too will mourn the long hair, but likeeeeeee 🤭🤭🤭 billie’s too pwetty for me to mourn for too long!

alsooooo, i’ve been yappppppping about it all weekend on here but in all seriousness, i feel like she’s just really stepping into herself and getting more comfy with that, and if her hair is helping with that, then im the happiest girl in the world for her:) as a fellow 22/23 year old figuring herself out, i feel for her🥹

warnings: reader being a bittttt dramatic, sad billie for like two seconds, allusion to smut🫣, this story is not meant to be hating on her hair‼️ it’s just meant to be silly so pls don’t take it too seriously! not a warning but claudia’s in here! i don’t see enough of her in fics, so future mrs. finneas is here today!

It had been a long night of fun and incredible performances and you and Claudia were buzzing with anticipation waiting for your lovers to come out. Being the true rockstar girlfriends you were, the two of you had been sitting together towards the back in a little VIP section with the other performers families and friends.

“They’re gonna be playing on the same stage as him,” I stated in shock as Sting continued to perform. Claudia laughed at my starstruckness in agreement. Claudia being the vet rockstar girlfriend she is was used to the frequent celebs and living legends, while you on the other hand were still a little starry eyed.

Regardless, the two of you had been having a fun evening. But as their performance drew closer, you both looked nervous. You knew why you were nervous, but why was Claudia?

As Sting himself introduced your girlfriend and her brother, the crowd erupted in cheers, making you giggle in pride as everyone loved on them.

You looked over at Claudia and smiled before turning your attention back to the stage as Billie started to speak. But something caught your eye.

“Claud what’s going on with her bangs?” You asked with a small giggle, figuring it was from your girlfriend was scootering around backstage instead of running a brush through her long hair like you usually would before her tour shows.

Claudia continued singing along, having not heard you, or so you thought. Claudia pretended not to hear because she was one of the first to see Billie earlier today after she cut her hair. She knew I would love it, I was just a little startled at sudden changes no matter how small. And I was in love with her long dark hair, and everyone knew it. I always hand a hand running though it, and I was always the one braiding it before her shows.

As Billie continued to bless the crowd with her vocals on Wildflower, I was distracted for a second by the echoing backing vocals coming from the crowd, making me a bit emotional. But my attention went right back to her hair when I looked back at Billie.

“Claudia… did she cut her hair?!” You bumped her hip and looked at her with wide eyes. She turned to face you and nodded with an ambiguous look in her eyes. Did you love it? Did you hate it? She couldn’t tell.

“When did she do that??” You asked with a giggle, and Claudia sighed out a laugh herself. Of course your first concern was with her schedule. You knew today was a busy, fast paced day and could not imagine Billie having a second to breathe let alone get her hair done.

You looked back over at the siblings as they started their next song but now all you could see was her hair. The once pin straight, long layers, were now a textured mix of waves and shorter layers, with some more framing around her face. As Billie sang her heart out, your mind was conflicted.

You loved the long shiny hair… but this new look… was also kinda hot.

Claudia looked back over at you and saw that thinking look in your eye. She threw an arm around your shoulder and shook it a bit before leaning down to giggle and say,

“It’s just hair babes. And if it makes you feel better, I have zero clue what Finneas has been doing with his lately.” That sent you into a fit of laughter, both of you doubled down cackling. You then threw your own arm around Claudia’s waist as they started “Birds of a Feather”.

“I know, I know. I’m being a little crybaby. But I’m gonna miss the blowout!” You said with a dramatic pout.

The two of you danced around, pointing at Billie and Finneas as you sang along to the infamous song, before you were being escorted backstage by your security.

Your heart was pounding. How were you going to react up close? I mean god she’s so pretty, but what about the new style? You love her always and as her girlfriend love everything she does, so this was a new feeling for you. A normal one, but new.

The two of you flopped down on some couches in her dressing room waiting for the pair to head backstage. The clock on the wall seemed to scream at you with every tick. Your leg bounced and you stomach started to hurt. Why did you feel like this??

The feeling immediately passed the second the door opened, and your pretty girl walked through with a sheepish smile on her face.

“Babyyyyy!!!!” She cried out, walking straight to you with open arms. You giggled as she smothered you in a bear hug while pressing kisses all over your face.

“Hi my love!” You said quietly, leaning back to get a good look at her.

“So.. I cut my hair today.” She said in her infamous little voice, making your nerves dissipate immediately. You sighed with a warm smile at her. Yeah, you couldn’t stay conflicted for long.

“I noticed my love,” You threaded your fingers through the layers, your smile only growing.

“You’re thinking about me at the oscar’s last year aren’t you,” Billie said with a sad smile.

“Maybe! It looked so pretty that night, can you blame me?” You giggled, but your giggles softened when Billie’s giggles didn’t match yours.

“Hey,” you said, sitting her down on the couch, Claudia and Finneas had already went back to his dressing room leaving you alone.

“How did I react when I came home from school one semester to you with blonde hair?” You asked softly.

“You said you missed my green highlighter-ness,” she said with a chuckle. Remembering how silly I was acting. “But then you told me I looked like sleeping beauty,” she said with a blush.

“And how did I react when you chopped it all off?”

“You kinda giggled in shock and pretended to be mad, but you fell asleep with your whole hand stuck in my hair, scratching my scalp.” Her smile was growing now.

“And when you took away my beloved red roots?” You said with a theatrical groan, officially getting Billie’s smile back.

“You moped around for like days about that babe,” She said with a chuckle.

“I did not!!” You softly hit her shoulder, giggling at her very true statement, knowing how much you loved the red.

As her laughter died down, you pushed her bangs out of her eyes and held her cheeks before kissing her nose.

“And what do I always tell you after all that?”

Billie flushed furiously, something only you could do and took great pride in.

“Mmmm I don’t think I remember what you told me…” She said in her little voice, looking around goofily. “I think you need to remind me.”

“Well, I have always told you, and will continue to tell you, no matter what your hair looks like, you my love *cheek kiss* are officially *other cheek kiss* the prettiest *forehead kiss* most beautiful *nose kiss* more perfect *corner of her lips* girl in the whole wide world.”

Billie’s cheeks hurt from the combined flush and from how hard she was smiling.

“So…. you like it?” She said sheepishly.

“Ok duh, you look so fucking hot. You could wear a potato sack and I’d still be on my knees.” Billie cackles at your statement, pulling you onto her lap to hug you.

“Thank you lovey. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was doing this. The opportunity was there and I’ve been wanting to try something new with my hair lately, so I went for it.”

“Baby, you don’t ever have to apologize for something like this. If it makes you happy, and makes you feel good… and it makes you look this fucking hot, I’m all for it sexy girl.” Billie smiled before leaning in to kiss you properly.

Her hand rested on your waist while the other snuck down to your ass, squeezing lightly. Your hands moved from their spot on her shoulder up to her hair, threading through the layers and pulling lightly making Billie groan into the kiss.

She pulled away with a smirk, “Oh so you really like it,” she said before pressing a kiss to your jaw.

“Mmmm hmmmmm.” You nodded biting your lip, a sparkle in your eyes.

“You wanna show me how much you like it mama?” She whispered, her other hand snaking down to your ass.

You didn’t even have to speak, just one look from you going from doe eyes to ravenous and the two of you packed up and ran out of there so fast, where you inevitably spent all night showing her how much you love it.

As the two of you laid in bed later that night, Billie had her head resting on your bare chest, her hand on your tummy. She felt your fingers playing with her hair slow down and your breathing start to even out a bit, and making her smile… and then giggle at the feeling of your hand tangled up in her hair as it always was.

an: if you couldn’t tell, it’s grown on me al lot🫣🤭 she seriously could wear a potato sack and she’d still look so beautiful🤭☺️

[queenpiranhadon]

As a counter to you sending me a scrumptious request, I SHALT DO THE SAME.

So, there's like a lot of drama going on rn (kinda juicy lols)

How about, Bakugou Katsuki whose best friend, Reader, (who he's secretly in love with) gets confessed to by a handful of people within two weeks' time or something.

Pwetty please? ✋😔

A/N: AHHH SEO I'M SO SORRY I'VE BEEN SO CAUGHT UP WITH THE WARRIOR SERIES THAT I DIDN'T HAVE TIMEEEE 😭 Here's the masterlist lol

Warning(s): Cursing, kabedon kinda, Bakugou gets kinda possessive, short but sweet, confessions, reader is obliviously in love, just fluff

Pairing(s): Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

•────•°•❀•°•──── ʟᴏᴄᴋᴇʀꜱ ────•°•☁︎•°•─────•

“I swear to ever loving fuck yer gonna be the death of me.”

You swat Bakugou’s arm, half joking, half serious.

“Bakugou! Don’t swear you idiot. Plus I think it’s sweet.” You chide, returning your gaze to the mess of gifts that lay on your desk. It was your third year- you would all be graduating next week. And over the past week, you were bombarded with love notes wherever you went, finding three in your locker one morning, 4 on your desk, and even one slipped into your gym back when you returned from training.

Bakugou clicks his teeth, and rolls his eyes. “I seriously have no idea what those idiots see in ya. Must need glasses like Four Eyes or somethin’

You snort at that, ignoring the sting you felt in your heart as he said the words. You knew he didn’t mean it, it was just Bakugou being Bakugou, so why did it hurt so much?

Thankfully, Aizawa chose that moment to walk in, sparing you the obligation to respond to Bakugou’s confusion when you went silent. 

***

Class was a drag, per usual, and you were packing up your stuff, planning on heading to your locker, when you were ambushed by yet another secret admirer. 

This person however, was bolder, deciding to give you flowers and a box of chocolates in person. You recognize him, a boy from one of the business courses, in the year below you. 

“L-L/N-san!” he says brightly, thrusting the box and bouquet into your arms, catching you off guard. “I like you a lot, ever since my first year here…! Would you go out with me? Just for one date, I promise you won’t regret it!”

To be honest, you really hadn’t thought about dating much - you were so caught up with school work and work studies that you never really focused on romantic relations. However, Hawks, your work studies mentor, allowed you off for the summer before you’d return to his agency as a sidekick.

You weren’t sure what to say- sure the boy in front of you was sweet and caring, but he wasn’t what you thought of when you thought about an ideal partner. 

But damn did you hate rejecting people.

Luckily, you didn’t have to. 

Bakugou storms in behind you, slamming your locker for full effect, his own way of self restraint. 

“Fuck off.” he growls, and you can tell it’s taking everything in him to not throttle the boy into the ground. 

The latter swallows thickly and throws his hands up, attempting to talk himself out of the situation. 

“Bakugou-san I was just-”

“Fuck. off.”he seethes, and with that the boy bolts down the hall.

You both stand there, not saying anything before you hear Bakugou’s voice again. 

“You.”

“Bakugou…?” you ask warily, and he slams you against the lockers, caging you against it with his body. You can almost feel the rage emanating off of him. 

“Do ya know, how annoyin ya’ve been these past few weeks, huh? Fuckin runnin around gettin love letters left and right.” he grumbles and you feel yourself getting a little angry too. 

“You don’t get to talk to me like that. Plus, I thought ‘you didn’t know what everyone else saw in me’. You can’t call me fucking ugly and then expect me to come trailing after you like a damn puppy.” you snap, and Bakugou’s eyes widen. 

“Goddamnit.” he groans, pulling off of you and his face turns red. 

“I..” he starts, and he groans again. “I fuckin like ya okay?!”

Your eyes widen, and you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach.

He…

You smile, and step closer to him, pressing a small kiss on his cheek.

“C’mon, Blasty. Let’s go back to the dorms.”

[tinylilacbun]

Toddler reader getting into Sarah’s makeup and giving herself a makeover but in turn ruining some of Sarah’s makeup and Sarah yells at her obviously for ruining her stuff and reader is so upset because she thought she looked pretty and wanted Sarah to compliment her. Rafe comes in when he hears all the commotion and sticks up for reader and consoles her telling her she looks very pretty and then helping her clean her face

Pretty Princess

Pairing: brother!rafe cameron x toddler!sister!reader, sister!sarah cameron x toddler!sister!reader

Warnings: sarah snapping at toddler!reader, rafe being soft for toddler!reader only, me not knowing a single thing about make-up :')

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You peek into Sarah's room, wanting to show her your new frilly dress that Rose bought you. "Sarah?" You call out, stepping inside and looking around the room for the blonde.

As you're about to walk out again your eyes fixate on her vanity, your legs taking you in it's direction on their own, your eyes twinkling at all the make-up supplies that are neatly organized on the surface.

Climbing onto the chair you sit up on your knees and reach for a lipstick, taking off the cap when a idea pops into your mind to upgrade your look.

A while later, Sarah's vanity was a mess to say the least, make-up supplies opened and laying around everywhere, some little handprints from your lipstick and mascara covered hands scattered as you giggle and keep giving yourself a makeover.

"Oh my god!" Sarah gasps as she enters her room, her face turning from shocked to angry at the damage you have done.

She strides over to you, grabbing your wrist and snatching the brush from your hand, making you frown in and blink at her in confusion. "Pwetty?"

"No, that's- god! That ain't stuff to play with! I told you not to touch my things when I'm not around!" She snaps at you, running a hand through her hair at seeing the make up that's all over the white surface.

You tear up at her scolding, only wanting to look as pretty and be just like your big sister.

Sarah normally wouldn't use that tone with you but she's just frustrated as hell at the moment and let it all out on you, who doesn't even understand what you did wrong.

Rafe passes by the door, stopping in his tracks when he hears you crying and Sarah yelling at you, furrowing his brows and taking a few steps backwards and, glancing inside Sarah's room.

"What the hell is going on?" He asks, stepping inside and goes over to you first when Sarah lets go of your wrist, crossing her arms.

"Look what she did!" She says, gesturing towards her vanity.

Rafe just shrugs, not really seeing what got her this worked up. "And? Just grab a few wipes and clean it?"

"Rafe! That was a 400 dollar make-up set she completely ruined!" Sarah exclaimed, making him roll his eyes at her, glancing down at you.

The make-up you messily applied onto your face now even more smeared because of your tears and you rubbing your eyes as you cried.

"Get it together, Sarah, it's not like dad wouldn't buy you a new one." He grumbles the last part, bending down to pick you up from the chair, holding you on his hip and making his way out of the room, ignoring Sarah's complaining as he makes his way to the bathroom with you.

You're still sobbing, your little heart hurting from hearing that you're not pretty even though you did exactly what your big sister does every day.

As if reading your mind Rafe starts to assure you. "Don't listen to her, yeah? She's just being dramatic." He tells you, rubbing your back comfortingly.

Once in the bathroom, Rafe sits you down on the closed toilet lid, grabbing a small rag and drenching it in warm water before he crouches down in front of you.

He starts to gently rub the make-up from your face as you keep sniffling, speaking up with a slight tremble in your voice. "Rafey...you think I pwetty?"

Rafe almost clenches his jaw at your question, the way you say it so broken makes him mad at Sarah for making you doubt yourself at such a young age. Stupid Sarah.

"What? Of course you are." He scoffs, carefully removing the lipstick from your lips and cheeks. "Close your eyes for a second."

When you do he carefully wipes away the mascara, your face slowly but surely all clean again as he grabs one of your dirty hands next.

"You're the prettiest girl I know. Sarah is just jealous 'cause she needs all that shit on her face and you don't." He says, finishing with cleaning the last bit of make-up from your skin, now lifting your chin to meet his eyes. "Never let anyone tell you that you're not beautiful, a'ight?"

You nod your head, sniffing one last time and watch as he stands back up, wringing the soaked rag in the bathroom sink and throwing it into the hamper.

With a small pout on your face you reach your arms up, making grabby hands for him, mumbling sadly. "Uppies..."

Rafe picks you up again, holding you against his chest as you bury your face in it, grasping his shirt in your hand as he holds you close.

"There, there, I got you." He whispers, placing a quick kiss to the top of your head. "Pretty girls shouldn't cry, 'specially not someone as beautiful as you."

As he said that he tickles one of your feet, chuckling at the way you try to muffle your giggles into his shirt, shrieking when he pokes at one of your sides where you're the most ticklish.

"Stoooop!" You squeal, pushing at Rafe's chest to get away from him, him keeping a firm hold on you to ensure you don't fall out of his arms, relieved to see you smile again.

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[homkamiro]

Speeding bullet but Your Name au pwetty pls. I’ll even beg you in Spanish and German.

That would be such a cool concept omg??? Just how challenging it would be for them to live the other's life, considering how different both of them are-- that's actually a thought!! I like how you think anon

[httpsghostie]

Ok but- milking König dry? Like literally, milk that man DRY ><

The thought of him whining and trying to get away from your hands but like can't because he's strapped or something makes me feel something

So if u have sometime, please write about it, pwetty pwease ><

warnings: nsfw, m!overstimulation, sub!könig

"fucking shit, haze, please, I can't cum anymore, fuck-" könig pleaded as you poured more lubricant on his reddened dick, twitching at the cold fluid in touch with his hot skin.

you were riding one of his thighs, he was laying down with his hands tied on top of his head, but his legs tried to shake you away. he whined when you started to rub his oversensitive tip. "come on, can't take it? say the safe word then and I'll stop…"

but no answer came from his lips but a straight out pornographic moan as the vibrator came to life again and met his cock. his body jolted with the constant overstimulation but he couldn't bring himself to ask you to stop, it was so painful yet so good.

he was being such a good little toy, coming for you for as many times as you determined, it's been hours since you've been like this, and his body was getting even more sore as he felt another orgasm getting close.

after his first one, it was always easy to make him cum again, once he was past the ticklish sensation, you could suck and lick his tip for just a bit and he would be cumming again in a minute. but you never went this far, making him cum for you repeatedly until you said so.

you held onto the base of his cock and increased your pace, thumb never leaving his tip unattended. he cried out, his body covered in sweat and cum, trying to get away from you, but you sat on both of his thighs to keep him from squirming away.

he cried and whimpered when he came for the last time, but no cum spouted from his tip, leaving you with a confused frown, but also so proud of making him cum so much that he ran out of it.

"please, please, 'ts too much, can't take it anymore." he whined so beautifully, it was like music to your ears.

you'd unlock his cuffs and he would lay there completely still, like his body just shut down, and you'd clean him with a warm towel, whispering praises of how good he was for you, getting only a small smile in return.

[boyfiechan]

How would it be to write Husband? Chan x Wife! Reader, both newlyweds, right after the wedding, with prompt no.10?????

pwetty pleaseeeeeeee??? 🥺🥺🥺

It's here<3 hope you like it!

(husband!Chan is a sensitive topic. It does thing to me, I swear.)

Click here to check out my prompt list.

We did it, he whispered, his lips grazing your ear, the wedding celebration still buzzing faintly in the background. The way his words melted into your skin made you shiver, his breath warm against your neck as you stood in front of the mirror, hands working on taking off the excessive amount of pins holding your hair up. He stood just behind you, his chest against your back, button-up shirt and tie slightly loose around his neck.

It felt surreal. Every touch, every glance, every whispered word between you two held a new weight, a new meaning. It went way beyond just reciting vows in front of people—you belong to each other, now even more than you did before. His eyes caught yours in the mirror, a new sort of sentiment shining in them as his hands traced the curve of your waist. The fabric of your wedding dress suddenly felt too thick, too constricting between your bodies. You couldn't help but melt into him, hands reaching to tangle in his hair as he pressed small kisses along your shoulders, lips ghosting over your skin.

Aren't you tired? We had a long day, you whispered back. It was as if everything happening in this room were a sacred secret, a story told in a language that only you two could understand. You knew him too well, knew what he wanted, and you wanted it too, but you couldn't help but smile as he laughed against your skin.

Think I still have some energy, he murmured, his voice husky as you turned to face him. It was hard to ignore the feeling that made your legs weak as his eyes traveled down your body, taking in every inch of you. His hands never left you as he pulled you even closer, pressing his body firmly against yours, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below your ear. Each kiss sent electric pulses through you, making you acutely aware of every inch of contact between your bodies. Is it the wedding dress?, your voice trembled with a mixture of love and longing as your eyes traced his face, your fingers threading through his hair and capturing some of the stray strands that had escaped their proper place while he danced with your friends earlier.

It's you, he led you to the bedroom slowly, the soft glow of the candles casting flickering shadows on the walls and on your skin. Your heart raced as he carefully unzipped your dress, his fingers lingering against your bare skin so lovingly, so sweetly, as if his touch were reciting his vows all over again, the lack of words exposing far more than you ever thought possible. The dress pooled at your feet, leaving you in nothing but the delicate lace of your lingerie as Chan's eyes darkened with desire at the sight of you, his new wife, looking so vulnerable and beautiful before him. But maybe the dress did something to me too, I just know I’ve never wanted to fuck you more.

Do it, you said, even though it wasn't necessary, as he lowered you onto the bed. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve, every dip, every rise, slowly removing the lace that barely covered anything at all, but he needed all of you, all of this. His touch was reverent, as if he were worshiping you, claiming you again, his fingers leaving trails of fire in their wake. Your body arched into his, hands searching for more, your need for him growing with each passing second.

Time seemed to stand still as his lips found yours in a dance both tender and hungry, his tongue exploring your mouth with a desperation that mirrored your own. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the entire room ablaze, his arousal pressing against your thigh in stark contrast to the cool air. Your hands fumbled with his tie, then his shirt, eager to feel his skin against yours, to erase any barriers separating you from him.

You don't know how much time passed until he was as bare as you, his body warm and firm against yours as he settled between your legs. He took his time, he always did, lips trailing down your neck, across your chest, lingering on your breasts, kissing, sucking, and licking your delicate skin, drawing gasps and causing you to writhe beneath him. His name became a breathless chant on your lips, your hands tangling in his hair, urging him on, asking for more, demanding to be taken by him.

You felt him entering you, slow and deliberate, eyes locked on yours, wanting to capture every expression of pleasure that crossed your face as your body clung to his, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing him closer. The rhythm of his hips was steady, building up the intensity with each thrust, his hands gripping your hips, anchoring you to him. Love you, he whispered against your lips, his voice raw with emotion and lust, the devotion in every movement, every touch overwhelming, the sheer depth of what you felt for him, the way he made you feel. Everything else faded away as your entire focus centered on him—the sensation of him inside you, filling you so good, his warmth enveloping your skin like a comforting embrace. The wetness of his lips against yours intensified the moment, heightening every sensation.

He laughed gently as you guided him to roll onto his back, chest rising and falling rapidly as you guided his cock inside of you again. You felt a wave of lust and desire as you leaned down to kiss his lips hungrily, your hands tracing the lines of his torso, his skin shivering under your touch. His fingers tangled in your hair as you moved together, your hands still resting on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall beneath your fingertips. His gaze was locked onto yours, a mixture of desire and adoration as you rose your hips and then lowered yourself down, making him fill you deeply over and over.

The new angle sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, your breath catching in your throat as you found a rhythm that brought you both closer to the edge, his hands on your hips guiding and supporting you as you moved together, as he began to meet your hips halfway through. Every thrust was met with a gasp, a moan, a whispered plea for more. Cum for me, my love, he whispered once again, lips capturing yours in a hungry kiss.

Your climax washed over you like a powerful wave, walls tightening around him and pulling him with you. His warmth spread between your thighs as you collapsed onto him, catching your breath, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek.

Do I really get to do this forever now?

[navybrat817]

Hi lovely! Thank you so much for Valentine's day ficlets ❤️❤️❤️

Could I please have "Go ahead, lock your doors, change your phone number. I’ll still find you.” with Lee Bodecker, pwetty pwease? Thank you!!!

Oh, this man! @perdidosbucky-yyo , since you had also requested Lee.

Late Night Visitor

Pairing: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Female Reader

Summary: The sheriff pays you a visit one night.

Word Count: Over 710

Warnings: Possessive behavior, implied noncon, abuse of power, Lee Bodecker (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You were getting ready for bed when someone knocked on your door. You hadn’t invited anyone over, and it was a bit late for a surprise visitor. Grabbing your robe with a nervous breath, you tiptoed toward the front of your house. Times like this you wished you didn’t live alone. 

Maybe if you had someone looking out for you, they’d keep you safe from-

“Open up, sugar! I know you’re in there!” you heard from the other side of the door. “Ain’t polite to keep the sheriff out in the cold, so show me some hospitality and lemme in.”

You swallowed. Lee Bodecker. People either feared or respected him, or both for some. He thought he ran the town just because he had a badge, and maybe he did. 

But he never inflicted any kind of power over you. He was kind when he stopped into the diner at the same time and day every week. Used his manners with you, always left you a nice tip. So you started bringing some pie you baked from home and gave him a slice to go with his meals. You were just being polite. Nothing more.

You should’ve known he’d take your kindness as some form of courting.

“Bet you’re sweeter than any slice of pie, sugar,” he once said, lust in his eyes that he didn’t bother to hide before he tipped his hat and left.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, resting your hands against the door as if it would keep him out.

“I was hungry and wonderin’ if you had any of that pie for me to eat,” he said. Your stomach rolled as you imagined him licking his lips. “I know you bring ‘em from home just for me.”

“I was being nice,” you said, shrieking when he slammed his fist against the door.

“So was I. ‘S’why I kept them boys off your tail. Smart girl, don’t tell me you forgot?” he snarled. “Time to pay up.”

You closed your eyes. Some guys were giving you a hard time one night during an already painful shift. You mistakenly asked Lee if he could politely ask them to leave. He did. And while they didn’t care to listen to you, they shut up pretty quickly when Lee showed his gun. He made sure they all left you a nice tip, too.

“You know I’ll always take care of you, sugar,” he promised, leaving just a few moments after the group did. 

You found out the next day that Lee arrested them. Something about open alcohol containers and harrassment and resisting arrest. None of the guys around two looked at you twice anymore. You heard the whispers and saw the sneers from some of the women. Everyone thought you belonged to the sheriff.

That was the problem. You weren’t anyone’s property, and Lee would own anyone who ended up with him. That couldn’t be you.

“I didn’t forget. It’s just…” you tried to come up with an excuse. “It’s late, and I’m going to bed.”

“Just lemme in, sugar.” You froze when the door handle jiggled. The unamused chuckle that followed almost made you run. “Open the door and open them legs for me. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You backed away when the handle jiggled again, your heart leaping to your throat. “Please, just go, or I’ll-”

“You’ll what? Call the cops? I am the law, Sugar,” he reminded you. He was right, and none of the deputies would help you. “Will you run? Hide? Go ahead! Lock your doors, change your phone number. I’ll still find you.”

You covered your mouth, but it did little to contain the scream you let out when Lee kicked the door open and stepped inside like he owned the place. You couldn’t back away or run as tears spilled over. Your body knew he was going to own you before the night was over, and you couldn’t fight even as your mind screamed.

“Makin’ me work for it? Not very nice, sugar,” he rumbled, strolling forward and gripping your arm. 

“Please…” you prayed. God wasn’t listening. Not today.

“Wasn’t gonna use the cuffs on you ‘til later,” he smirked, digging his finger in until you whimpered. “But I guess we’ll start tonight.”

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𝐔𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘙𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘙𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘳𝘢'𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵.

The sun was bright and merciless as it shone over King’s Landing, illuminating the grand corridors of the Red Keep. Y/N was in her chambers, meticulously inspecting herself in an ornate mirror. Her silver hair was a masterpiece, styled in elaborate braids that framed her face like a crown. Her gown, a deep crimson with intricate black embroidery, clung to her figure in all the right ways, emphasizing her undeniable beauty. Jewelry adorned her neck and wrists, glittering with every movement, adding to the aura of perfection she worked so hard to maintain.

She tilted her head slightly, scrutinizing her reflection. "Absolutely perfect," she purred, a smirk playing on her lips. "As usual."

A knock on the door interrupted her self-admiration, and she sighed dramatically, already irritated by the intrusion. "What is it now?" she called out, her voice dripping with annoyance.

Ser Harrold stepped into the room and bowed. "Princess Y/N, His Grace requests your presence."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Let me guess—it's about that little crying evil again?"

"His Grace insists, my lady." Ser Harrold replied, his tone polite but firm.

Y/N sighed, flipping her hair over her shoulder with an air of exasperation. "Fine, fine. Let's get this over with, then. I have better things to do than cater to a toddler."

As they made their way through the grand halls of the Red Keep, Y/N’s heels clicked sharply against the stone floors. Servants bowed low as she passed, but she barely spared them a glance.

When they reached the nursery, Y/N paused just outside the door, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don’t see why I must suffer this," she grumbled. "He’s just an annoying little demon, constantly crying and demanding attention."

"Princess," Ser Harrold said gently, "he is your betrothed."

"Betrothed," Y/N repeated with a sneer. "To a child who still soils himself. How utterly delightful."

The door opened, revealing Viserys cradling a squirming, red-faced Aegon in his arms. The toddler was in the middle of a tantrum, his cries echoing off the walls.

"Y/N, my beautiful daughter," Viserys said, relief evident in his tone. "Aegon has been fussy all morning, and I thought perhaps seeing you might calm him."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Wonderful. I suppose I’m to be a nursemaid now."

The nursemaid approached cautiously, holding out the still-crying Aegon. The child’s face was blotchy with tears, his little arms flailing in distress.

"I do not want to hold that little—" Y/N began, her tone full of disdain, but before she could finish, Aegon’s cries abruptly stopped. He looked up at her, his violet eyes wide with curiosity, and suddenly, his tiny arms reached out, making grabby motions toward her.

Y/N stared at him, unimpressed. "What does he want?"

"He wants you to hold him, my lady," the nursemaid said, a hopeful smile on her face.

Y/N sighed dramatically, clearly annoyed, but reached out anyway. Instead of cradling Aegon gently, she lifted him by his armpits, holding him at arm’s length like he was some dirty rag. "You look disgusting," she informed him flatly.

Aegon’s lower lip trembled, his eyes welling up with fresh tears. Y/N groaned, rolling her eyes. "Oh, Seven Hells—fine!" she snapped, pulling him closer to avoid another tantrum.

As soon as he was within reach, Aegon’s tiny hands reached out and cupped her face, his chubby fingers patting her cheeks with surprising gentleness. Y/N stiffened, but before she could pull away, Aegon babbled in a soft, sweet voice, "Pwetty! Pwetty!"

Y/N’s scowl faltered for just a moment as she stared at him in disbelief. "Annoying and loud, but at least you’ve got good taste, I suppose," she muttered, begrudgingly impressed.

Aegon giggled, his entire face lighting up with pure joy. His small hands moved to her hair, tangling in the silver strands, his laughter bubbling up like the sweetest music. Y/N wanted to push him away, to demand he stop, but there was something disarming about the way he looked at her, his eyes wide with admiration and awe.

"Pwetty!" he repeated, his voice full of innocent delight as he continued to play with her hair.

"Yes, yes, I know," Y/N said with a sigh, though she couldn’t help the small, almost reluctant smile that tugged at her lips. She sat down on a nearby chair, placing Aegon on her lap. He immediately began to tug at the ribbons on her gown, his little fingers fascinated by the shiny fabric.

"I’m not a toy for you to play with," she remarked, her tone sharp, though she made no move to stop him. His small fingers played with her jewelry, his eyes wide with wonder as he babbled softly to himself.

Y/N glanced down at the boy, who was now contentedly settled on her lap, still cooing and playing with her dress. She couldn’t help but let out a small, reluctant chuckle. "You’re lucky you’re not that hideous," she said, more to herself than to him. "But don’t think for a second that this means I like you."

Aegon responded with a bubbly laugh, his chubby cheeks dimpling as he grinned up at her. He rested his head against her chest, snuggling into her as if he belonged there. Y/N rolled her eyes, but her hand instinctively moved to rest on his back, patting him gently as she muttered under her breath about how this was a complete waste of her time.

"Don’t get used to this," she warned him, her tone firm. "I’m not here to coddle you."

As she looked down at Aegon, who was now happily playing with the rings on her fingers, she couldn’t help but feel a small flicker of something close to affection, though she quickly smothered it. Aegon looked up at her, his eyes wide with adoration, and babbled once more, "Pwetty!"

Y/N smirked, shaking her head. "Yes, yes, I’m pretty. But you," she said, her tone returning to its usual sharpness, "you’re just an ugly little thing."

Aegon blinked up at her with wide, innocent eyes, clearly not understanding her words but somehow sensing her tone. His little face crumpled as if he might cry again, and Y/N sighed heavily, rolling her eyes to the heavens. "Oh, don’t start that again," she snapped, but before she could say more, Aegon reached up and patted her cheek again, this time leaning in to give her a slobbery, baby kiss.

Y/N stiffened, utterly horrified. "Did you just—" she began, but Aegon giggled, clearly proud of himself, and nestled back against her, his little arms wrapping around her neck.

She stared at him, utterly exasperated. "You are the most annoying little creature in all of Westeros," she muttered, but when Aegon looked up at her with that wide-eyed, adoring expression, she couldn’t bring herself to push him away.

"Fine," she grumbled, letting out a dramatic sigh. "You can stay for now. But just this one time, and don’t you dare think this means you’ve won me over."

Aegon simply giggled, resting his head against her chest as he snuggled into her even more, utterly content. Y/N huffed, rolling her eyes, but a small, almost fond smile played at the corners of her lips despite herself.

"Ugly little thing," she muttered again, though her tone was softer now, her fingers gently stroking his hair as he dozed off on her lap.

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@ 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.