#she taught him and then he taught her son 🥹

[blueberry-blaze]

the parallels, he learned it from yuri! 😭

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Little One's || Damian Wayne ||

A/n: Dad Damian 🥹

Late evening in the Wayne penthouse, the living room is softly lit by the glow of the Christmas tree, its lights twinkling warmly still set up much to Damian's chargin. The remnants of the day’s activities are scattered around half-empty mugs of cocoa, toys strewn about, and a blanket crumpled on the couch. You are fast asleep, curled up under the blanket, your breathing slow and peaceful.The twins, however, are still awake, their quiet babbling filling the room as they play on the floor with their stuffed toys. Damian sits nearby in his favorite chair, keeping a watchful eye on them.

Shifting his body, Damian then looks over at you, his expression softening as he takes in the sight of your sleeping form. You look so peaceful, your hair falling over your shoulder, your hand resting on the edge of the blanket. He knows how much you've done today,how you always give you it all for your little family. A rare, small smile tugs at his lips as he thinks about how much you mean to him.

“Your mother,” he murmurs quietly to the twins, “is extraordinary.”

Leo, holding his toy truck, looks up at Damian with wide green eyes that mirror his father’s. Lila, clutching her bunny, toddles closer to Damian, babbling something unintelligible but sweet.

Damian leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he watches them. “Come here, Lila,” he says softly, his voice gentle.

Lila waddles over, her bunny tucked under her arm, and raises her tiny hands to Damian. He scoops her up effortlessly, settling her on his lap. She rests her head against his chest, her little hand clutching his shirt. Damian presses a soft kiss to the top of her head, his eyes closing for a moment.

“You know,” he whispers, “you have your mother's smile. Her warmth.”

Lila looks up at him, giggling, her tiny fingers poking his chin. Damian chuckles quietly, a sound so rare it feels like the room itself pauses to listen. “Yes, you do,” he says, his tone affectionate. “And your brother…”

He looks over at Leo, who is now crawling toward him with the toy truck in hand. Damian reaches out, pulling Leo onto his lap alongside Lila. “You’re going to be just as strong and stubborn as your mother is. I can already tell.”

With both twins on his lap, Damian leans back slightly, letting them settle against him. Lila plays with the buttons on his shirt, while Leo examines his father’s hand, his small fingers tracing the faint scars there.

“You two have changed everything,” Damian says softly, his voice barely audible. “Before you, I didn’t think I could be this. A father. Someone you can rely on.”

Leo babbles something in response, his tiny voice breaking the quiet. Damian smiles faintly, his hand gently brushing through his son’s hair. “But I will be. For both of you. I’ll protect you, guide you, and make sure you never face the things I had to.”

He looks over at you again, his expression softening further. “Your mother taught me how to love, how to let my guard down. And because of her I have you.”

Lila yawns, her head resting against Damian’s chest, her bunny still clutched tightly in her hand. Leo mimics her, his eyes starting to droop as his small body relaxes against his father. Damian’s heart swells as he watches them, their tiny forms so peaceful and innocent.

“You’ll never know how much you mean to me,” he whispers, his voice full of emotion. “But I’ll spend every day making sure you feel it.”

A soft rustle from the couch draws Damian’s attention. You stir, your eyes fluttering open. You blink a few times before sitting up, your gaze landing on Damian and the twins. A sleepy smile graces your lips.

“Falling asleep without me, beloved?” Damian teases quietly, his tone warm.

Stretching on the couch, the blanket slipping from your shoulders. “It looks like I wasn’t the only one getting sleepy,” you said, nodding toward the twins.

“They’re finally settling down,” Damian replies, his voice soft. “I didn’t want to disturb you.”

Smiling you slipped off the couch then walked over to him,sitting beside him as you rested your head on his shoulder. “You’re amazing with them,” you whispers, your hand gently brushing over your daughter's Lila’s hair. “They’re so lucky to have you.”

Damian glances down at her, his expression tender. “I’m the lucky one.”

For a while, you two sit together, the twins snuggled in Damian’s lap and you leaning into his side. The room is filled with the quiet sounds of their breathing and the faint twinkle of the Christmas tree lights. It’s a moment of pure peace, a reminder of the love and warmth they’ve built together.

As Lila lets out a soft sigh in her sleep, Brooke smiles. “I love you, Damian.���

“I love you too, beloved,” Damian replies, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And thank you. For this. For them.”

[bluedosjaykewon]

🥹✨Enhypen as Dads✨🥹

Fluffy, only lots and lots of suggar

Heeseung

Making everyone very sad (I know we would all like to see Heeseung being a “girl dad”, I would love it too) but I see Hee being father of two boys (about 3 or 4 years apart)

I honestly think he would be so happy with that since he grew up with his brother too so he wants to provide a childhood as cool as his children was

He is 100% the type of father "don't tell your mother"

"Don't tell your mother we drank soda at dawn"

"Don't tell your mother we stayed up playing video games until 4 in the morning"

"Don't tell your mother I took you to Burger King after school"

Etc etc

I also can see you scolding your son and he saying "hey honey but he didn't do anything wrong" and you just look at him and automatically he turns around and says “VERY BAD KID THIS IS VERY VERY BAD”

What can he do???? He's the good cop

I think Hee would be the kind of father who would be very supportive of his children, especially if they want to pursue a career in music, but I think he would be very wise to tell his children that it's a very exhausting life and full of very complicated obstacles

His oldest son is definitely his best friend (he lives to make this boy feel proud of him)

His youngest son is his baby

As Heeseung is the youngest children in his family I think he sees himself in his baby boy so is that the reason why he’s always very emotional about the youngest

He wants to be the cool and laid-back father to his youngest son while he wants to be the loyal friend of his oldest

I can really imagine him taking his oldest son for a drive at night to clear his head

Speaking of cars, these 3 always go on a fishing trip every month IT'S A TRADITION

His youngest son doesn't like fishing that much but he loves spending time with his father and brother so he goes anyway🥹

His children always come back covered in mosquito bites because Heeseung always forgets his insect repellent home, but they come back smiling and happy so it doesn't matter.

Jay

Ok, let's go

Jay is a couple father, DOES EVERYONE AGREE?????

He has an older daughter, who he raised with all the love, affection, care and protection and will always take care of her because she is his princess.

And he has a younger son that is his best bro forever (maybe 6 years between the children?)

I imagine that his daughter must have been so jealous of her brother when he was born

I can see them at 16 and 10 years old, having a Disney Chanel sibling dynamic, who live to make each other's lives hell, are fighting 100% of the time but deep down love each other deeply

He and his youngest son are quite a duo

They have a garage band together🥹🫶🏼

Jay taught him to play guitar but the boy's passion is the drums

I imagine that he is much closer to his older daughter, but he doesn't know how to deal very well with his daughter growing up and no longer depending on him.

So he spends all the time he can with his youngest because when the youngest grows up it's over for him

Jay loves to keep his kids entertained so he would be up for anything

“Daddy, are we going to the Taylor Swift concert?”

“Sure, my love.”

“Daddy, can we go to the skate park?”

“We’ll leave in a few minutes, okay? Just let daddy finish this first”

Btw, he supports everything his children want to do

I swear his children have already taken every course and private lesson that exists on the earth

Jay will enroll them in and out of anything they want

Because he wants his children to be happy and he grew up with a family that gave him so much support that I believe he will do the same

Btw, the family tradition is take the childrens to see baseball games

In fact, Jay had a huge existential crisis when his daughter started not wanting to go to the games🥹

He started remembering her when she was little with a t-shirt and a cap that was too big for her, sitting on his shoulders and watching the game🥹🥹🥹🥹

Poor man, he collapsed

Jake

I imagine him being such a calm and relaxed father, you know?

I think he would be such a relaxed father.

His relationship with his children is based on trust, affection and love 100% of the time.

I don't think he smothers his children or wants to be with them 100% of the time.

Of course he is a present father, but I think he respects his children's time a lot.

But let’s go, he has 3 children.

2 older boys and a younger girl (about 2 years apart from each child?)

Oh, how this man was in heaven when these children were born.

Jake loves being a father, I think he considers it his favorite profession.

And he is simply so delicate with his children, his tone of voice is always soft and loving, he touches them as if they were made of porcelain.

He loves taking them to the park, riding his bike with them and stopping for ice cream afterwards, or taking them to the pool, spending the whole day at the water park and then stopping at the McDonald’s🥹🥹🥹🥹

God, he loves his little 4-year-old girl, he’s an idiot for her (she gets whatever she wants, he’s her personal butler)

You see him walking around with weird hairstyles and stickers on his face quite often (he’s a regular at the 4pm tea party with his daughter and her bunny every Wednesday)

But he’s so incredibly in love with his 8 and 6-year-old boys

I can imagine them playing with lots of Hot Wheels tracks lol (and Jake taking it so seriously)

They build a lot of Lego together too, God, his kids have BOXES AND BOXES of Lego of every possible and imaginable type

He’s the kind of father who dances with his daughter dressed as a prince and gives her flowers so she gets used to receiving love early on so he doesn’t worry about future relationships

At the same time, he’s an example of such a good man for your children

Your children are so in love with your relationship🥹♥️

I imagine the 3 of you being so close, they are brothers who truly love each other unconditionally because the only reference they have is love, love and more love♥️😭

Sunghoon

OKAY LISTEN…

Two girls

NOBODY WILL PROVE ME OTHERWISE

He has two girls who are about 3 years apart from each other

His oldest is like “🎀✨💕DADDYS GIRL💕✨🎀” and his youngest is more like “💋✨⛸️DADDYS GIRL⛸️✨💋” if you can understand me

Like the oldest is more “Daddy, can I use your card??? I need a new dress” and the youngest is more “Dad, I told you! You don’t have to buy me anything”

BTW

He is absolutely in love with them to an extreme level

They are his world, after they were born nothing else matters more to him than the happiness of his two little girls

He is a REALLY OVERPROTECTIVE FATHER

like really

He can’t be able to sleep if he knows that your girls are on a party or on a date

He just CAN’T

And you’re like “babe, cmon, let’s rest a little” and he will be like “I can’t sleep, y/d must call anytime”

Something he miss when the girls are little babies…

When they were little they cried for him to put them to sleep and sing to them😭♥️

And now his princess wanna buy short skirts and dance all night😭💔

His youngest really like to skating so they do it together sometimes

These two girls are the pinnacle of what a doting and protective father can do with a girl

But like I said he is protective

The day you came to him saying he was so cute like your oldest daughter had a boyfriend in kindergarten….

He went to the school to have a serious talk with a 5-year-old boy and his parents

Even today, more than 10 years later, he still has a grudge against the poor child who just held his little girl's hand

I can imagine your daughter going to say that she has something important to talk about and him saying "did you find out you're a lesbian and are you going to get rid of that idiot?😃"

and your daughter saying "no daddy" and he would reply with "are you absolutely sure you're not a lesbian?😃"

You think Jay would spoil his children but nothing is as good for the economy as Park Sunghoon, his daughters and his black card at the mall

You know that scene from Beverly Hills where the father asks what his daughter is wearing and she answers "Calvin Clain"

They have this energy

He takes them and picks them up from everywhere because he doesn't like his princesses to walk around alone and he doesn't want boys bringing home

Nothing in the world would break his heart more than seeing his daughters cry. He always makes a point of buying their favorite foods, giving them a cuddle and leaving a kiss on their heads when they are crying.

Now if it is because of some boy... God have mercy and may he not find out the address of that boy

Sunoo

He has two girls too, but they are twins.

He is over the moon with them.

Do you agree with me that they would wear matching outfits????😭😭😭😭

He knows ALL the Disney princess songs

ALL OF THEM.

He would be his daughters' best friend 100%. He gives his daughters a lot of space to talk to him about absolutely anything and everything, he is always very present and aware of everything that happens in the lives of his little gems.

One of them is really extroverted and shining just like him and the other is like “omg you two are making me feel embarrassed please stop”

But he is also very protective of them.

Not like Sunghoon, of course.

Dad Sunoo is like a mother lioness, he protects his children tooth and nail no matter what.

(Like the “PELA CRIANÇA EU DOU A MINHA VIDA GRAÇAS A DEUS!!!” meme)

If this man finds out that one of his daughters is being bullied at school... I feel so sorry for the principal of that institution because he will DESTROY her.

He also watches a lot of movies with his daughters, when he gets home from work and his girls have already come home from school, it's always the perfect time to order food and watch Korean dramas together

He would always be available for serious, intimate, or everyday conversations

I think he would be such an attentive father🥹🥹🥹 but at the same time he would have no patience at all

He seems to me like the kind of father who when his kid makes a fuss he leaves the child on the floor of the store crying, walks away and pretends he doesn't know her

I imagine him being very truly with his daughters too, like "are you going out like that? With those clothes???? No, you can't change that, it's not good, you're dressing like Sponge Bob"

He would be their safe place too

I can see him comforting them when they were crying about something, like them lying on his lap while he caresses them and says "it's okay, love, it'll pass, I already have your age too, it'll pass"

Jungwon

He has a son, a little boy

You are thinking about having another one, but he is always analyzing how you have such a comfortable life with only one child and that a second child would require you to give up some privileges, etc.

Obviously he would be up for more children if you wanted, he catches himself thinking about another baby often, but he always brings up this conversation at some point

But anyway, your little boy is around 5/6 years old????

I feel like Won is in a limbo between “being the cool dad” and “being the example of a responsible man that his son needs”

He demands a lot of himself as a father

whenever he gets home and sees that his son is already in bed sleeping and he didn't get him “good night kisses” he feels terrible😔😔😔 (I think you will have to reassure him several times a day that he is doing an excellent job)

I can imagine him like this:

“What's up, son? Boys' day today, huh? Let's go to the park, the movies, and then have ribs for dinner, what do you think????”

“What's up, buddy? How was school today?”

And your son LOOOOOOOVES HIM

Like that type of kids that say “MY DAD IS MY SUPERHERO” is really cute

Doesn’t help the fact that this kid has his father kitty bubble tea eyes😭✨

But he’s really shy when he’s not with you or Jungwon, like, your two are his best friends.

Jungwon is such a fun father🥹

Even if he comes home feeling sad, limping, anemic, fragile and inconsistent, he will take time to play with your son and this will charge his energy 100%.

Just like Jake, Won is the kind of father who lets his son do whatever he wants with him.

His son will stick stickers on his face, draw a mustache and a goatee with a marker, etc., etc., and he will stand there laughing at how cute his son is.

He loves taking naps with your son (he even went through a difficult time when your son stopped being afraid of sleeping alone and asked to sleep with you every night).

I think he would be such a responsible father. He would know how to say no to his child when necessary and would teach that there is a time and place for everything and that we should be polite and patient. 🥹♥️

Riki

Just like Won, I imagine that Kiki has 2 father skins: the fun-child father with a 4-year-old mentality and the extremely mature father who is aware of his activities as a father.

He fluctuates a lot between these two.

He is extremely responsible when it comes to his children, he can handle any situation on his own without any problems.

Btw, I can see him having a family just like his own (two girls and a middle boy🥹). They are like 10, 8 and 5 years old. 🥹🥹🥹

He and the older ones do so much messy together that I swear to God I don't know how your house is still standing.

They play a lot of running games until Kiki stops and says "Aaaaaah daddy's back isn't the same anymore."

Like I said, his older ones brought out his fun and agitated side, but his youngest is so calm and sweet that he can't be the childish father with her, he just wants to protect her from everything

(he also joins the team of daddys who let their little daughter do whatever she wants with him) this girl is almost always riding on her father's shoulders😭♥️

He is the biggest fan of his children, he is there for everything his children want to do

I can see his children so interested in his “idol” career and always with stars in their eyes when they see videos of enhypen's performances

But unlike Heeseung, I think Riki would be reluctant to let his children enter the world of stardom, especially young ones like him, I think he wouldn't want his children to go through as much as he did and he would be far away and imposing to do something...

His favorite pastime is taking his children to Disney, I swear to God they are at Tokyo Disney almost every weekend

I like to think he likes to hold his two oldest ones by the feet while his youngest is on his back and playing mechanical bull AJAKAKAKAKAKA

His kids feel so comfortable talking to him (he's not a very jealous dad either)

I also think that there’s moments that Riki just stops, look at his kids and says “wow” like “they’re real, I made them”

And I think he’s the “what your mom thinks about that?” Type of dad, like “bro, you know that mommy is the leader of this family go ask her”

[22ayla21]

Phainon with a daughter please please pleaseeeeeeeeee 🥺🥺🥺🥹

I mean your hc with two sons is cute but to me he's such a girl dad 🥺 (I imagine that will be his only baby girl but for your hc I can say he tried for another baby and it happened to be a girl. Baby girl has two stronk brothers and a buff dad. Good luck future boyfriend/partner). Imagine him with his little girl brushing her soft hair and gently tying them in two pigtails 🥺🥺🥺

Long-awaited daughter

After many years of waiting, Phainon finally got his long-awaited girl.

After many years of waiting, promises and careful persuasion, Phainon's long-awaited daughter was finally born. She was a small, fragile princess, with eyes that shone like stars. When she first took his finger in her hand, Phainon felt that his world had changed. His dream had come true - he had a daughter. She was as beautiful as her mother, but there was already a special sparkle in her eyes, as if she had come to this world with the goal of changing it for the better.

From the first day, Phainon took on all the care of the baby, leaving his wife only the moments of feeding and nighttime hugs, when the daughter wanted to be near her mother.

Every morning, when his daughter woke up, Phainon first of all went to her crib, gently lifting her up and hugging her. He lulled her to sleep with ease, told her stories, and simply hugged her, feeling her little body resting in his arms. He watched her every move, every step, every sound of her laughter. When she began to crawl, he was there to insure her. He taught her to laugh, to be confident, to enjoy every moment.

With each passing month, his daughter became more and more charming. And although she grew quickly, she remained his baby, his little princess. When the time came for her to start walking and exploring the world, Phainon was there, guiding her through each step, carefully and lovingly.

When she became a little older, Phainon took pleasure in taking care of her hair. He carefully combed it, and then braided two small ponytails, trying to do everything the way she liked. He did not complain, did not say that he was tired - for him, these moments were priceless. He loved her hair, every strand that slowly fell into perfect ponytails.

One of those days, when he was again taking care of his daughter, his wife watched them with a smile. Seeing how Phainon treated the baby so attentively and touchingly, she jokingly said:

- When she gets a boyfriend, there will clearly be no competition among her older brothers and you, the Hero Amphoreus.

Phainon, not looking up from his own concerns, smiled and quietly answered, hugging his daughter:

- Well, I will be her first hero, so the other guys won't be able to compete.

The wife laughed, but she knew that it was not just a promise. Phainon would really be there for his daughter, protect her, love her, support her. And she was proud that he was her father. There was love in his eyes that did not fail, and that became the foundation of their family.

[sakashq]

can we pleaseee get something happy 🥹 perhaps like a dad!pedri fluff? ♥️♥️ love you’re work by the way!

She’s Mine. pedri gonzález x fem!reader

🤍 summary: You and Pedri had a baby girl and you can’t get over how he is as a dad.

🤍 warnings: extremely adorable fluff + baby mara ☹️💕

🤍 wc: 500+

🤍 yap! i love you guys so here’s something happy <3 congrats on being the first request anon !!

🤍 my girls <3 extra special dedication to pedri’s real wife @planetpedri !! &&. @ar4ujos @hrts4havertz @iovepoem @joaoflms @halfwayhearted 💕

Three years ago,

It had been a few days since you had given birth to your beautiful baby girl, Mara. As soon as Pedri laid his eyes on her and held him in his arms he said, “She’s mine. She’s all mine” and you couldn’t help but smile. He had been excited for this baby the whole nine months through, helping you through the entirety of the pregnancy. Even though he won’t admit it, you swear he started crying when you revealed it to him.

Months later, Mara began to babble, saying things in her baby language only she could understand. Then her first word came; Papi. Another moment that Pedri refuses to admit made him shed a tear.

Once she started to walk, she followed Pedri everywhere. If he went to the bathroom, she would stand outside the door and wait for him. He wanted to cook? Okay, so did Mara. She was a daddy’s girl through and through, begging mommy to take her to his matches. And you would, wearing a jersey that was a little too big for her with her daddy’s name on the back and pigtails in her hair.

A year later,

Mara had begun speaking in full sentences. It was kind of broken, but she still tried her best. She had grown to be friends with Raphinha’s son, Gael. While the two kids hung out, Pedri and Rapha did too. You would stay and talk to Raphinha’s wife, Taia, and both of your families would sometimes go out together as one.

You remember one night Mara was a year and a half years old and you and Pedri were having a quiet argument while she slept. Your voices began to raise from just above a whisper, waking your baby.

“Mamá, papi, are you okay?” She asked, an innocent tone in her voice. She had inherited Pedri’s big brown eyes, which just added onto the softness of it all. Naive Mara was, not yet having the capability to pick up on things.

“Everything’s okay, nena. Come here,” Pedri answered for the two of you, Mara climbing into bed with the two of you, your small family falling asleep together.

A year after that,

Pedri and you decided it was time for Mara to have a friend at home, thus became the idea of ‘Nilo.’ Nilo was not one specific dog yet, but the two of you decided together that that was going to be its name. You decided to surprise your baby for her second birthday, and excited was an understatement.

“It’s a puppy!” She exclaimed as she chased Nilo around, petting him repeatedly once she reached him.

You caught Pedri smiling at his baby and his new dog. “He’s all yours, nena.”

The four of you would now go on trips together, one being the zoo. Mara was now fully walking and you and Pedri had taught her to hold him on a leash.

She would walk him around and show him the animals, pointing at one and saying, “Look Nilo!”

The ones she couldn’t see at her height she would whine and her papi would pick her up. She would gasp and say, “Mamá! Look!” And point out the color of the animal.

The next year,

There was a home match in Barcelona and Mara hadn’t been to one in a while. This time, you went with Gael and Taia, the children wearing customized jerseys with their own names on them while you and Taia represented your husbands.

At this game in particular, Pedri scored with Rapha’s assist. Although the kids didn’t quite understand it much, they still celebrated their fathers’ goal and assist together.

Instead of his signature celebration, Pedri decided he was going to dedicate his goal to his girls; you and Mara.

[yanderes-galore]

in love with the platonic yandere aegon ii and the greens too, will you please write more? 🥹💖 i cant imagine the thrill he’d feel when you bond with a dragon, and maybe even actively seeking him out and being there for him when the maesters treat him. i would love to see reader be so caring for helaena and their little sister, training to fight for the purpose of protecting them from harm. i can also see reader being inquisitive of their lineage as a targaryen, asking their uncle aemond to let them see vhagar and learn about their family. i can also see queen alicent being weirdly caring like seeing reader as another chance of being a better mother?

This is extended thoughts based on the Darling in this concept I'm linking here. Kept Darling Female as she was in the previous concept.

Based these extended thoughts on the Anon comments you made ^^ I don't mind making a few other cute ideas. Sorry it isn't all that yandere, I wanted to make cute content with the subtle echo of a threat without forcing unnecessary conflict.

Yandere! Platonic! Team Green Extended Thoughts

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Overprotective behavior, Isolation, Manipulation, Clingy behavior, Fear of loss, Violence, Dubious companionship.

While Aegon is nervous about it, a good Targaryen princess and queen needs a dragon of her own.

So eventually you'll be given one of your own.

Dragons are rideable rather quickly, so within a year and a half you'll have a rideable dragon.

It's a hatchling of your own with pretty scales and piercing eyes.

Aegon himself would want to teach you the ways of having a dragon.

Although he often comes off as arrogant with his explanations, using Sunfyre as an example as he shows you how to properly command a dragon.

Uncle Aemond may be the one to teach you High Valyrian to not only hold conversations and mess with Aegon... but to give better commands to your mount.

Even if Aegon was burned, he still asks for frequent updates on your progress.

Of course the burned king feels thrilled to see and hear you able to control a dragon of your own.

While he was anxious at first, he feels quite prideful to see his eldest daughter prove herself.

Aegon loves you the most out of his children, even if laws limit you due to being a woman.

You're just so determined to do good for your father.

Aegon usually doesn't want you to see him suffer when the Maesters treat him.

Yet you often go out of your way to show up and stand beside his bed.

You love him even if Aegon tries to isolate you from the world.

Aegon only wants you to focus on your family....

It makes him happy even if he's pained when you hold his hand.

You're loyal, staying by your father's side as he's treated after being burned.

Although, eventually, Aemond will call you away to teach you more.

Be that swords or ancient languages and history... Aemond takes a great deal of enjoyment when becoming your mentor.

He even offers to help you with your dragon bonding, showing you Vhagar and teaching you how to treat your own mount.

Aegon would hate you being shown Vhagar but Aemond knows he can't do anything about it.

Since you've been taught to care for family, you care for Helaena after the death of one of her sons.

You often help her parent your younger brother and sister, sitting quietly in her chambers as you watch the two babes coo to each other.

You beg Aemond to teach you more in order to protect your family.

Your uncle is amused yet teaches you of course.

Sometimes people wonder if Aemond is trying to gain your favor instead of Aegon...

Aegon was never into history or very dedicated to swords or language.

Which means Aemond spends a lot of time preparing you.

Your grandmother, Alicent, may wish her sons taught you like a proper lady.

Despite it, Aemond usually ignores her and gives you the lessons you desire.

Speaking of Alicent, you're right when you'd say she'd want to parent you to try and be a better mother.

You may be Aegon's kid, yet she finds herself also attentive to you.

She usually visits Helaena's chambers when you're there to interact with both you and your mother.

Alicent loves you too... and with how you're being brought up... she's happy at least one Targaryen seems to have their heart in the right place.

Even though Aemond, Helaena, and Alicent are usually the ones who have your attention... you still return to Aegon.

You lay beside him as he rests, telling him of your progress as a young Targaryen princess.

Aegon is pleased with it all... you're almost fit to be a queen... you just need a husband...

Although Aegon dreads the idea of promising you to anyone.

Sure, you'll have heirs of your own someday...

Yet for now Aegon wants to keep you to himself for a while.

You're his promising princess... more precious to him than anything...

The rest of the family feel a similar way, you're like their trump card.

None of them would ever let anything happen to you.

Blood has already been spilled in this war, so them executing anyone else in your name isn't too unheard of.

The last thing The Greens want is to let The Blacks have you.

They don't want you being tempted and betraying them... or being kidnapped... or worse.

So, for now, Aegon and the rest want to keep you isolated...

If you ever got captured by The Blacks... or were tempted to leave your family by other means...

Fire and blood will follow.

[crazerk]

Dear author, we need a mother-daughter (or even one with Kaz 🥹) snippet now that we've seen how adorable MC's sons are with her!

Omg yes! This ask reminded me of a scene in magnificent century where mihrimah defended her mother from Hatice. I based this snip on that.

"Soraya, your posture," you murmured, barely moving your lips as you adjusted your daughter's silk sleeve. The great hall buzzed with conversation and the sweet notes of the court musicians, but all you could focus on was the way Soraya's shoulders kept slouching in defiance of years of training.

"Mother, I'm dying of boredom," Soraya whispered back, straightening briefly before slumping again. Her eyes kept straying to the door as if plotting an escape. "I should be with Cyrus. He's all alone in that stuffy room, in pain and bored to tears..."

"Your brother has three physicians attending him and more books than the imperial library. What he needs is rest, not you hovering over him like a mother hen." But your own thoughts drifted to your younger son, wondering if his fever had broken yet.

Across the room, Arman's laughter boomed over the refined murmur of conversation. He was trading war stories with a group of young officers, his cup of wine sloshing dangerously as he gestured. Soraya watched him with naked envy.

"At least someone's enjoying himself," she muttered.

"General Dastan seems to be enjoying the evening as well," you observed carefully, noting how the man's eyes kept finding your table. The Hero of the Northern Campaign, they called him. The Scourge of the Steppes. The man who'd saved the empire's borders through cunning and steel. He cut an impressive figure in his formal military attire. At thirty-two, he was in his prime – battle-tested but not war-worn, his dark good looks unmarred by the campaigns that had made his name.

Soraya's lip curled. "He can enjoy it somewhere else. I don't like the way he stares."

"He's a good match," you said, the words tasting like ash in your mouth. "Intelligent, successful, with strong support among the border provinces—"

"Mother, please." Soraya's fingers twisted in her lap. "I'd rather join the priesthood. I've already picked out my temple."

"You've been threatening that since you were twelve."

"Well, maybe this time I mean it."

You sighed. "I just want—"

"I know what you want." Soraya's voice softened. "But I can't be the perfect princess you're trying to make me into. I wish..." She glanced at Arman again. "I wish Cyrus were here. He'd tell me exactly how many battles Dastan actually lost, and how many of his victories were just good luck and better weather."

Despite yourself , you smiled. "Your brother does have an uncanny memory for other people's failures."

"It's not fair that he gets to skip this because of a fever. He probably isn't even that sick. I bet he's in his room reading those new scrolls from—"

"My, my, what dreadful posture."

The voice cut through your conversation like a blade. Consort Zina, one of prince Parvis’ concubines, settled onto a nearby cushion with practiced grace, resplendent in jewels that couldn't quite disguise the years etched around her eyes. Despite being aunt by marriage to the shah, she carried herself as though she were the empress herself. A younger woman hovered at her shoulder, wearing the latest court fashion and an expression of carefully crafted concern.

"Really, you grace," Zina continued, her tone dripping with false sympathy, "I would have thought you'd taught your daughter better. Though I suppose we can't all have the advantage of proper breeding."

Soraya’s eyes flashed with rage while your face remained perfectly composed, though your fingers tightened on your cup. "Your concern is noted, Consort Zina."

"And where is your younger son?" the younger woman chimed in, clearly eager to curry favor. "Surely an imperial prince understands the importance of state functions? Or perhaps he finds himself... above such duties?"

Soraya's head snapped up. "My brother is ill."

You squeezed your daughter’s hand in warning before turning to face the haughty noble. "Prince Cyrus is indisposed," you said coolly. "As I'm sure you've heard, Lady...?"

The woman flushed at the deliberate slight. "Lady Mercen."

"Ah yes. New to court, aren't you?"

"Now, now," Zina said, lifting her cup to her lips. "No need to be sharp, y/n. We're all concerned for the proper appearance of the imperial family. After all, these children reflect on all of us, even those of... humbler origins."

Soraya went very still. When she spoke, her voice could have frozen flame.

"Consort Zina. You're addressing an imperial consort and the mother of two princes." Her smile was razor-sharp. "How many sons have you given the imperial house again? I forget. Is it... none?"

"Soraya." Your voice cracked like a whip. "You will leave. Now."

"Mother—"

"Now."

You raised your hand slightly, and a servant materialized at Soraya's elbow. Your daughter rose, trembling with fury but trained too well to make a scene. As she was led away, you turned back to Zina, who sat with her mouth still open in shock.

"My daughter speaks out of turn," you said softly, "but she is young, and protective of her family. I trust you understand." You lifted her cup in a subtle mockery of a toast. "After all, we can't all have the advantage of proper breeding."

The musicians played on, and somewhere in the hall, Arman's laughter rang out again. You caught sight of General Dastan watching your daughter's retreat with an expression of mixed alarm and fascination.

Good, you thought. Let him see exactly what he'd be getting if he pursued this match. Your daughter might never be a proper court lady, but she had something far more valuable – the courage to bare her fangs when those she loved were threatened.

[riveroftales]

😗Ummm…. Do you think you could do a little Drabble or some HCs about Genya with a mom figure? Like, maybe Himejima gets married and his wife meets Genya and is determined to give him a stable family and a good female role model. Like sure he totally ignores or is embarrassed by her at first but then she makes him food or cuts up watermelon for him 🥺 Maybe he eventually opens up to the “mom” and she tries to help him untangle all his teenage anger. MY POOR BOY NEEDS A FAMILY AND HIMEJIMA CANT DO IT ALONE. (Also pls feel free to ignore if you don’t like the prompt. Tysm I love your writing and the blind Genya AU kills me in the best way possible)

➳ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ

𝖢𝖢'𝗌 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾: AHHH IM SO SORRY FOR BEING INACTIVE MY EXAMS LITERALLY START THIS THURSDAY AND IVE BEEN CRYING BECAUSE OF IT🥹

Himejima was like a father to Genya. His father was an asshole, so having a good role model made Genya adore him so much more.

He loved his mother. His mother was gentle, smiled a lot and despite being weak, she was able to protect.

He didn’t have anyone in his life to replace his mother and he wanted to keep it that way. That is, until Himejima got married.

Genya was beyond happy that Himejima got the chance to fall in love with someone who loved him and who he loved back, but he didn’t know how to approach the new addition to their tiny family of two.

The poor boy’s cheeks would always flare up intensely whenever he saw you. At first, you thought he genuinely liked you which led you to reject him politely during the hashira training one day in front of everyone else.

It was after Genya passed out from embarrassment when Tanjiro told you Genya just got nervous around every girl whether he liked them or not.

Genya was basically your son, so you had a mission to get him to think of you as a mother.

Even though he ignored you at most times, you managed to talk to him even if he didn’t respond. You opened up about everything and told tales of your past.

You ruffled his hair often with a soft smile before you always went up to your husband to kiss his large hand since he was far too tall for you to kiss his cheek.

Genya stayed up late often to train, so you also started staying up to make him little snacks occasionally.

You would call his name and give him a small plate of a few pieces of onigiri and smile when you see his eyes light up as he ate. Your favourite part was occasionally surprising him with another small plate of watermelon cut into adorable shapes.

You really babied him a lot. He was a huge kid, but you couldn’t help it. Genya was like a shy tiger.

The kid occasionally started warming up to you and he started initiating conversations. He could see the way your eyes lit up every time he made effort into your relationship.

You often say together with the three of them, showing them how to make some of your dishes. Himejima would help with the cutting and washing, while you guided Genya with the cooking.

You cried for the first time in years in your husband’s arms after Genya had left for a mission and he had said, “Bye, mom! I’ll be back soon! Please make a lot of food for me when I get back!”

You obeyed your baby’s request. How could you not? You loved seeing the hidden joy in his face whenever you fed him some food directly. Himejima smiled to himself when he heard the laughter his newfound family let out. He was beyond thankful to the gods above that he was alive to experience something so precious.

Genya soon realised that you weren’t his mother. You were never his mother, and you would never be his mother, but he would love you the same. He loved his mother, but he also loved you. His mother taught him how to love because it was all she could teach before she passed, while you helped teach him the rest.

You were there to hold him when he cried in your shoulders on the day his older brother nearly blinded him. You didn’t judge him for eating demons. You didn’t look down at him when he confessed he couldn’t use breathing forms.

You were there for everything. You were there during both Genya’s and Himejima’s sparring sessions, you were there to cook for your family, you were there to listen, you were there to love them. You were even there when Himejima had to leave abruptly to the demon amuse headquarters after an emergency meeting was announced. You were there when you saw Genya fall in the trapdoors on the floor which appeared so suddenly because you didn’t have a good feeling of leaving him alone, making you run up to his training ground to retrieve your son.

You ran as fast as you could when your husband’s kasugai crow led you to where the big battle was happening, only reaching during daybreak.

You felt your heart drop and tears sting your eyes when you saw corpses everywhere, but the sight of your unmoving husband was the only thing you were focused on.

The kakushi had to hold you back even when you screamed at the top of your lungs, yelling at Himejima to open his eyes.

You choked on your tears when you asked about Genya, your son. You knew he was also gone from the silence you received.

You couldn’t even cry anymore. Your eyes just closed before you passed out.

You woke up with a message from Sanemi that Genya had turned into ashes. Your little boy didn’t have a body to bury, meaning he’ll never have a proper funeral.

You folded Genya’s clothes really neatly and placed it in your dead husband’s arms as he laid so beautifully in the casket. You placed your son’s gun on top of his uniform, unable to watch the burial since tears were blurring your vision.

You woke up the next day, wishing you could feel the weight of Genya’s leg over your stomach as he slept in the most atrocious position ever while Himejima’s arms refused to let you go even in sleep one last time.

[carolmunson]

7 ✨ with any lil steve for me? 🥹 tis your daughter (the first born)

—⭐️🛼

‘don’t think about it, boy leave her alone.

she likes my tone, my cologne, and the way i roll.’

wealthy!steve/pbv!steve

He tucks his hair behind his ears before running over it with pomade, boar bristle brush following up after his deft fingers. It was his grandpa’s, he thought it was the slickest thing ever. His grandpa taught him how to comb his hair like greasers used to in the 50s — his dad didn’t love that. Didn’t love that his son used Farrah Fawcett spray either — but you didn’t mind. You didn’t mind one bit.

“Babe, where’s my — oh,” you smile when you catch him styling his hair, plush lower lip tucking in between your teeth, “Hey.”

“Hey,” he smiles back at your reflection while he perfects the swoop of the sides, the top perfectly coiffed. He watches you stare for a little while he continues with his pomade, structuring the top just so.

“Did you come in here to ask me a question or just stare at me, Manhattan?” he asks, snarky grin pulling at his original smile — glint in his hazel eyes.

“Uh — oh,” you shake your head, a breathless laugh coming from your chest, “Where’s my black coin purse? The beaded one?”

He rest the tip of his tongue on his teeth while he thinks, brows contorting while he looks at you through the mirror. After a moment he snaps his fingers, turning to you fully.

You feel silly over how your skin gets hot when he turns around in his Stefano Ricci suit. Black on black, only the flash of a gold tie clip on his sternum to break up the color.

“I brought it to my tailor, honey,” he frowns, “I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you. Remember the last time you brought it out and some of the beads pulled? I wanted to get it fixed.”

You scrunch your nose, disappointed, “You’re lucky you’re hot, Harrington.”

He snorts, turning back to the mirror to give himself a once over before spritzing himself with his standard Dior Homme. He likes how your eyes darken a little whenever you smell it on him. Steve liked to call it his ‘liquid guarantee’.

“You have ten other black bags you can wear tonight,” he offers, making his way to your shared dressing room off the side of your suite where you stand in front of all of your purses.

“I just had my heart set on that one for this dress,” you shrug, “It’ll be fine. Worse things have happened to me. I mean — you’re here.”

He clicks his tongue again, coming up behind you where his hands smooth over your shoulders, nose gliding up the side of your neck. He can feel the goosebumps raise on your skin, “Bring the silk one, that’ll be pretty.”

“You sure?” you ask, heart fluttering when you hear his deep, bass-y ‘mhm’ in your ear.

“You smell good,” you mumble back, vision getting hazy while he encompasses you from behind. His lips press softly against the base of your jaw.

“Thank you, angel,” he kisses again, voice husky. Steve leans forward, grabbing the black silk coin purse from its spot on the wall and tucking it into your hand while you lean against him — jello, “Now let’s go.”

[gettinshiggywithit]

ok so I saw your post abt wanting to write for pjo but you don't know what and you've only read the books so I figured I'd send a request or sum. now idk if you do headcannons cause I haven't followed you for long, but headcannons abt a relationship with percy? 🍓

🌊Dating Percy Jackson~ (HCs)🌊

Summary: what’s it like dating the son of poseidon and resident blue-enthusiast

Pairing: percy x gn!reader (i think I kept it pretty gender neutral!)

Genre: fluff

T/W: none

A/N: Hi nonny! I hope you like this! Thank you for the request and for getting me out of my writing slump! Pls lmk what you think of it if you feel like it and until next time ciao!

Warning! Not proof read🥹🙏apologies 🥹

I think its a given that percy is the epitome of boyfriend material

I mean the man literally gave up immortality for annabeth!

But this isnt about annabeth,this is about you!

So for the sake of this post let’s assume you both met the same way!

The moment percy saw you he was entranced!

It was a normal day of practice and he was out in the practice pavilion to try his hand at archery(this was when he was still unclaimed)

He was struggling to even hit the target when he turned his head to talk to his instructor from the apollo cabin,only to see you sparring with the camp’s best swordsman,luke castellan!

You were expertly dodging and blocking his advances and while luke seemed to be getting frustrated,you looked smug and excited almost. It was then that perch jackson developed a hugee crush on you

Over the next few days he made attempts to talk to and interact with you,he joined you at the campfire and during these little interactions was when he realised you weren’t just pretty,you had a personality as bright as the sun and your sense of humour was elite!

When he got claimed you helped him accept it and even though you were still unclaimed it really helped him. You listened to him when he needed a friend and helped him see the brighter side of things.

And over time even you seemed to fall for him, i mean what wasnt to love,he was funny,sweet,supportive; everything a girl could ask for!

So when you confessed to him during a sparring session after having just beaten him,he was both confused and overjoyed!

You helped him up and he confessed to feeling the same.and as you both got older,your bond grew stronger.sure there were little hiccups along the way but you always made it work.

Percy noticed everything about you, your little quirks, your little gestures; everything

He was the first to notice when you were feeling even a little bit down and he always had your favorite snacks on hand for when you needed cheering up!

He always took you down to the beach or near the river,exploring both in his little protective bubble was the coolest,most awesome thing you’d ever experienced and even though you felt scared at times,he’d hold you close and not let go until you were on dry land.

Making blue food together in the off season and spending time at his and his mum’s apartment was heavenly,especially your home didn’t exactly feel like a home in the first place.

Sally loved you! She always teased the two of you when you curled up on the couch to watch movies and was just happy her son found someone.

During quests he always had your back but also knew you were perfectly capable on your own,i mean you practically taught him how to sparr yourself!

Through the losses and the gains,the battles and the hardship,you stayed together and helped eachother grow.

You loved him with all your heart and he the same. He was loyal to fault and would never judge or criticize you,if he did it was merely constructive criticism,nothing to belittle you or make you feel insignificant.

He helped you through your moments of insecurity and made you feel whole,like you were worth his love and like you were perfect the way you were.

In conclusion,being in love with percy Jackson means, unlimited support and love and a companion for life🫶

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[azsazz]

Here for You

Azriel x Reader (Zuzu Centered)

Summary: Anon Request: could we get something zuzu centered? we don’t get enough of the girls, and it would be so sweet to see az being a girl dad and y/n being a girl mom for a bit 🥹 maybe them being super excited to finally have a baby girl, when she’s really young or something? whatever you thinks best!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,076

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“C’mon Zuz! Keep going, you’re almost there,” Azriel shouts from your side.

You can’t contain the smile on your face, beaming as your daughter races across the open field on her little legs, kicking the ball with a determined look on her face. Her sleek black hair is twisted into tight plaits courtesy of her father, who had – like all things – studied the intricacies of braiding until he was near perfect. There had been many late nights you and your husband had spent together, letting him practice different hairstyles on you while you read, tucked up as far into his warmth as you could, giving him gentle reminders and praises on his final looks.

Zuzu also has dark streaks of paint on her cheeks, a gift from Uncle Cassian, who’d also given her a pep talk before her Moonball game had started. Between him, Azriel, and Rhys, you didn’t know who was cheering the loudest for your little girl, and your heart is bursting with joy at the pride your family is showing in the matching ‘Zuzu Rules’ shirts Rhysand had made for their final game.

Malos pouts where she’s been jostled in Azriel’s arms, on the verge of falling asleep when he’d excitedly begun cheering as Zuzu was passed the ball. Nesta notices at the same time, and is quick to take the babe and soothe her, waving a dismissive hand to Azriel who gives her an apologetic look for a brief moment before returning his gaze to the Moonball game before him. 

He’s nearly vibrating with excitement, and you’ve had to pull Baz out of the way as his wings flared when one of the children on the other team had stolen the ball from Zuzu. 

She’s certainly come a long way since her first game, where the same thing had happened and she’d tried to pummel the child into the ground for doing so. You had glared at your husband and his brothers who had all ducked their heads to hide the grins they were biting back. That was their girl.

Even your older sons had stopped their game of playing warrior to come cheer on their sister, their cousins pushing between all of the tall adult legs for a better view.

One of the children in a navy jersey chasing Zuzu towards the goal suddenly trips and falls into the grass with a surprised gasp but Zuzu doesn’t take notice. Unfortunately, you do, shooting Baz a warning look that says he’s going to get in trouble when he gets home. He’s only eight but he’s already learned a multitude of tricks with his shadows, and to an untrained eye they would’ve thought the child had merely tripped. You knew better than that, and by the way Baz switches sides with Wren so he’s standing further away from you with red cheeks and hunched shoulders, he did too.

Even Knox is intently watching his sister race across the grass. The midnight purple of her jersey brings out the ribbons in her hair, provided by her Auntie Elain and Uncle Lucien, who hadn’t been able to make it, as they were visiting Day for a surprise getaway. 

“Come on baby, come on baby,” you mutter under your breath as she goes. Two children from the opposing team are blocking the way and if she uses her wings again she won’t be able to join the team next season, so you pray to the Mother she doesn’t flare those little wings wide and sweep these kids off of their feet.

“Yes, Z!” Wren jumps, shouting at his sister as she side-steps the offending players. He’d taught her that move when Uncle Cassian hadn’t been playing very fair in the backyard. Everything she’s learned about Moonball had been from her brothers and the rest of her family. She’s a warrior through and through, tough as nails and never backs down even when she was learning with all of the roughness her brothers and male cousins showed. Asteria hadn’t shown interest in the sport, instead she liked playing with her dolls and putting them in poses to draw in her coloring book.

“You got this, Zuz,” Baz encourages, while Jax claps his tiny hands and chants her name over and over again.

Your entire family holds their breath as she sets herself up to kick the ball into the goal. The child in the goal has a ready stance that’s startling for that of someone so young. He looks nearly professional, arms spread wide, knees bent, with a determined look in his eye. He and Zuzu had faced off before, and even her brothers had complimented how good he was at the sport.

Zuzu had scored against him this season once. The other time she had the chance, the little boy had blocked her ball from hitting the goal and you almost hadn’t stopped the rest of your sons from running out onto the field to defend their sister from the goalie who had gloated more than Cassian when he’d won the annual snowball fight, a smug smile on his face.

She’d been more determined than ever, immediately asking her brothers to go out into the yard with the instruction not to go easy on her.

Zuzu cocks her leg back. There’s steely determination in her fierce eyes. Her mouth is set in a firm line as she stares down the child like he’s her worst enemy.

And maybe he is.

The entire field is silent as her leg swings forward. The ball goes soaring through the air, looking like a shooting star, and everyone waits.

The child in the goal pushes off of the ground, throwing his body sideways into the path of the ball.

But he’s too late.

Your family erupts in mass of cheers and excitement, storming the field to gather the star player in congratulations and celebratory hugs. 

She’s beaming, grinning like the day you and Azriel had told her that she was going to have a little sister.

Azriel hikes her up on his shoulders, spinning her around as the other parents gather their children and usher them away, but you don’t care, so utterly proud of Zuzu for scoring the winning goal of the game.

Her braids flop against her shoulders as she twirls, giggling like a mad woman and hands raised in the air in victory. 

“I did it! I did it,” she screams.

And you couldn’t be more proud.

[misfit-megumi]

so I just saw this post on Tiktok where a waitress got double sat, because the children were on a date and wanted to sit on a separate table. And she thinks "Ah, Teenagers." But they're 7 years old, had a crush on each other since the date they met as toddlers and the boy just wanted to take the girl out on a date. and the parents are sitting on a different table close by and the children giggle and have fun, order grown up food and share desert and even drink alcohol free champagne because they are on a date.

That sounded so cute, but I couldn't for the life of me think of the right character for this... do you have an Idea?

OH OH OH!!! this is the sweetest thing ever 🥹

if we're talking about the parents, i think kuroo would be the best pick. he noticed his son was paying too much attention to daichi's daughter during one of their visits but didn't want to push on it because 1) they're too young and 2) he doesn't want to get ahead of his child, he wanted his child to process his emotions, and when he's ready he'll come to him.

so years pass and kuroo's son decided that he's a big boy already and wants to properly take his crush out on a date. because that's what men do. he's seen his daddy do it to his mommy, so maybe if he does it to his crush then she'll be happy like mommy. and maybe, just maybe, he can earn a kiss on the cheeks, too? his cheeks warmed just thinking bout it. but where do kids go on a date? and how will he ask her out? so baby boy went to his daddy to ask for advice.

when kuroo heard his son sharing his dilemma, he felt his chest swell with pride and relief. you and kuroo did right in raising your son. so he arranged for everything: booked a reservation at this child-friendly restaurant, asked daichi's permission in advance so daichi wouldn't be shocked when his little girl comes bouncing to him about a date with a boy, gave his son some tips on what to wear and how to confess to the girl of his dreams. he didn't want to take credit for anything, but maybe, he went a bit overboard? but hey, that's what parents are for, right?

if we're talking about the kid's point of view, i think mirio would be funny. like imagine him pestering reader, following her around while talking her ears off with silly jokes. he just wants, no, needs to be around reader constantly when they're in daycare. there's something about reader's expression that gives him cute aggression!! but as much as he wants to squish her rosy plump cheeks, he wouldn't do that because mama taught him not to touch people without their consent. so just talking to her would do for now.

after winter break, mirio noticed that reader has a new bag with a princess on it. so during lunch, he asked reader who the princess was and that's when he saw reader's eyes light up for the first time. she said that it's tiana and she's her favorite disney princess ever! reader also wants to open up her restaurant and wants to meet her very own prince naveen someday.

mirio's heart fluttered when he saw reader smiling while talking about this princess, and he decided that he wants to see reader smile more. so he watched this movie, took down notes, and planned this "date" for reader, which is mincing lots of veggies and fruits. he asked his mama for help about the mincing part because he never held a knife before. it's scary at first, but he's a big boy! he can and will do this to be reader's prince naveen!

the next day, mirio went to reader's table and left a note. he couldn't hide his excitement when he saw reader took the note and gave her a thumbs up when she looked at him. lunch break came and reader and mirio went outside. he laid a blanket as best as he could and asked reader to sit down with him. when they're settled, he opened his lunch box, and showed reader everything that he minced + candies. reader's eyes went big like saucers and screamed, "you minced?!?!" when he nodded, reader squealed and hugged him really tight.

[iris-sistibly]

BAAAAAAAABES OMG!!!! EPISODE 10 IS GIVINGGGGG!!!

It's giving cuteness, it's giving love, it's giving ✨QUEEN✨ it's giving fucking satisfaction my loves!

📍Let's start off with some really funny scenes brought to you by Hong Mama, it's so freaking satisfying to see her get humbled over and over and over again! Her getting off of her high horse has been long overdue tbh, that scene when she finally got her salary after work, only for Baek Mama to deduct it for the coffee she paid for (her), God her face was priceless. Everyone say it with me, "DESERVE!" Perhaps Mama Baek can teach her a thing or two about mothering. It's about time she learns that too.

📍Papa Hong and Papa Baek having a heart-to-heart conversation over their frustrations at losing something, and almost everyone seems to turn their backs on them. Them bonding over Kdrama while having a drinking session at the same time is probably one of the most wholesome scenes in the show.

📍Mama Baek being such a loving mama to Hae-in 😭😭 even though it's clear that she loves her son, she didn't tolerate Hyun-woo's bullshit when the latter confessed about Hae-in's illness and the divorce. I hope all parents will take note of this: you don't tolerate your kids' wrongdoings, you make them own up to their mistakes and guide them in doing the right thing. That's why Hyun-woo knows how to take accountability, his mother taught him well.

📍Soo-cheol is actually growing on me. He's an immature idiot at first, but he really has a big heart. He's the one who got fooled and dumped on yet he still worries over baby Geon-u and Da-hye. Yes he was hurt, but he loves Da-hye so much that he can't even bring himself to be angry at her. He sees the goodness in her and points at the right person who caused their family to crumble. I can't wait for him to man up and fight to bring his family back.

📍Oh my beautiful BaekHong, the "divorced" couple who acts like they're still married. Hae-in acting like a typical wife who scolds her husband for getting into trouble, but still takes care of him anyway and Hyun-woo the boxing champion trembling at his angry wife 🤣.

📍I also love the fact that they finally have that much needed talk about their marriage, what went wrong, what they could have done, and Hyun-woo having no regrets at marrying Hae-in and would gladly choose her again and again. Dear Lord, where can I get myself a Baek Hyun-woo?

📍But damn Hae-in exposing Eun-seong during the press conference was the BEST!!! Dude was so sure he was gonna marry her but Hae-in isn't the queen of Queens for NOTHING. He really did underestimate her, I kid you not when I say that I literally flipped my middle finger when the camera focused on Eun-seong *clears throat* with all due respect to Park Sung-hoon, you are a great actor sir but I loathe your character. Yoon Eun-seong is the very definition of "delulu is the solulu" again, Hae-in would rather die than be with him, and since this episode is so satisfying, I'm gonna save my rant for the next episode.

📍I have always loved the dynamics of Hyun-woo and Hae-in, they may be different in a lot of things but they complement each other in so many ways. For example, when someone is trying to fuck up the other, or when one of them is in danger, there will be hell. Hyun-woo is very protective of Hae-in, he'll fight tooth and nail for her even if it means getting hurt in the process. This man will fight for her to the death. Hae-in on the other hand is the type of person who would rather take all the pain to herself than seeing her loved ones suffer. She will never stand back when it comes to Hyun-woo, and when someone tries to fuck him up, she'll go above and beyond to save him, and she'll give you hell if you mess with her husband. Since the beginning they have always fought for each other, but in the next coming episodes I hope they'll learn to fight together because seriously, they are such a power couple.

📍Hae-in still calls Hyun-woo her husband 🥹🥹

📍Shout out to Grace for not being too stupid, you have chosen the right team to help ma'am. And Da-hye...girl, come back already.

[pbaz7]

SHES BACK EVERYBODY MY FAV IS BACK

THANK YOU GOD

PART 1

i know that's right! love a series

Dallas, Texas

ooo a w fic!

He had bright blue eyes that seemed to sparkle anytime the sunlight hit them, his blonde hair

Paige this yo son or something

“Lukas Drew Bueckers,”

OH MY GOD IM PSYHIC. I SWEAR I DIDNT READ AHEAD. also his middle name being drew: 🥹

Azzi laughed softly at his enthusiasm. “Well, Lukas with a K, can I help you find your mom?”

wait hold up... paige... how did you get this kid. where'd it come from. cuz I know it didn't come from a man

There was something vaguely familiar about her, a recognition that lingered just out of reach,

maybe that shes one of the best basketball players ever?

As if the blonde was calculating who this woman was with her son in her arms.

well I'd assume she's trying to see if she's a kidnapper...

“But then a girl tried to take a picture with you, and she almost ran me over! She dropped her chocolate, so I went to get her napkins.”

gentleman at such a young age. Paige taught him RIGHT

“Being a gentleman, huh?” she teased, clearly proud of her son’s instincts.

just like his mommy

but she was really pretty, so I did anyway

oh boy you feel faster than Paige did in our universe

The blonde licked her lips, a subtle gesture, before she spoke. “Thank you for helping out the ladies' man over there,” she said, her voice smooth.

god shes so fine

Azzi chuckled softly. “Kind of hard not to know who the face of the Wings is when you live in Dallas.”

oh god shes been in that place for long enough to have a son

“Lemme take you out,” Paige said smoothly, her blue eyes never leaving Azzi’s. “You know, to thank you.”

damn she is wasting NO time

Azzi could tell that she was used to getting what she wanted with women

well... I mean look at her

Paige was very attractive, no denying that. Her tall frame, the way she carried herself, and that self-assured smile—it was all part of the appeal.

stop this madness before my pants fall off

"Azzi Fudd, DO – Private Sports Medicine Physician."

my goat should be behind that three point line tho😭

She had always been determined to keep the control of her life in her own hands

shes so protective and she don't even got a girl yet

“My son is so sassy,”

where do you think he got it from babe

Reaching for it, she flipped it over in her hands, her thumb grazing the edges before she grabbed her phone.

yup send that text

The message that appeared on the screen was brief and simple: “Goodnight, Paige.”

why is azzi the nonchalant one here its so polar opposite to flight lmao

“Security,” Paige said simply.

famous ahh

They both sat across from one another, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.

just ask what her favorite color is or smth yall don't make this painful

Azzi’s eyes glinted with curiosity, she leaned forward slightly. “What do you usually do with women, Paige?”

give her a second to breathe jesus

“And I’m someone who prefers honesty.”

Paige the closet is glass just say ur a hoe

“And what were you looking for when you asked to take me out?”

a life long partner, wife, mother to my son, and forever companion?

“So you wanted to sleep with me?” she asked bluntly.

AZZI. THIS IS NOT THE TIME.

“The thought is definitely on the table,”

Paige baby. not on the first date no no

“Yeah, is,” she said softly, her voice laced with a quiet confidence that matched Azzi’s own.

shes so used to getting exactly what she wants lmao

“You’re attractive.” Paige’s smile only deepened, her confidence never wavering as she responded, “I’m aware.”

HELLO? I mean love the confidence but okay egotistical

Much to her surprise, Paige was attentive, asking questions at just the right moments, listening intently.

okay paige showing some logic

“But if you’re planning on posting that, could you wait a few hours until I’m gone? Just wanna enjoy the afternoon, you know?”

I can only imagine how much that sucks to have to say that all the time god

Azzi leaned in slightly, her voice inviting. “Tell me about him.”

I personally wanna know where the fuck he came from but!

“My ex gave birth to him using my egg.”

ahh I see I see

Paige’s eyes darkened slightly, but her response was straightforward. “No.”

damn what'd the bitch do

You clean up nice.

damn right she does

“Honestly, I can’t even remember the last time I went on an actual vacation. Between the WNBA season, Unrivaled, endorsement events, Lukas, and whatever else gets thrown my way… there’s barely any downtime.”

someone let this girl have a break god

Paige smirked. “No phone, huh? You’d survive without texting me at midnight?”

what yall freaks talking about huh

Paige shrugged. “Yeah, I’m pretty handy around the house.”

she's a lesbian of course she is

Drew’s voice was frantic, a little apologetic. “I wasn’t looking for like two seconds, and he fell off the stool at the island. His hand’s pretty bad, Paige.

this is what happens when men exist (jk I love drew ofc)

Azzi watched the way Paige instinctively soothed Lukas, rubbing a gentle hand along his back.

she's such a good mom ugh shes perfect

Paige’s jaw dropped slightly and she looked down at her son who was hiding in her chest. “No way, you just made my son blush,” she said.

guess it runs in the family huh

The instant their gazes locked, his cheeks flushed bright red. He quickly ducked his head, burying his face into Paige’s chest again.

she's pulling everyone left and right. even 5 year olds apparently

Drew chuckled, his hands up in mock surrender. “No worries, buddy. Just don’t go knocking me out, alright?”

drew is all grown up now🥹

"I’m sure I’ll think of a way for you to make it up to me," Azzi teased, her soft smile still on her face.

oh?

"Like getting me home safely,"

oh.

Then she gently placed her hand on Azzi’s lower back.

finally exhibiting some signs of our universe Pazzi

her eyes landing on the two other cars in the driveway.

damn this bitch rich asf

"So, about that second date?" She paused, watching Paige carefully. "What's your schedule like?"

im free right now actually!

Azzi’s smile grew at the offer. "You’ll pick me up Wednesday," she said.

aww they're perfect

oh author how I've missed ur writing and doing live reacts

I love soft series like this they're so fun

can't wait for more

-🍉

SHES BACK EVERYBODY MY FAV IS BACK

imy so much stink !!!

Paige this yo son or something

you saw blue she’s and immediately knew

wait hold up... paige... how did you get this kid. where'd it come from. cuz l know it didn't come from a man

why would a man be there ???

oh boy you feel faster than Paige did in our universe

literally lmao

stop this madness before my pants fall off

🤨.

Paige the closet is glass just say ur a hoe

this is sending me for some reason

i miss you and your live reacts so much 😭

[atinylittlepain]

Ginny my love I have an “I got love in my tummy and a tiny little pain” request - Whiskey au where he teaches his little boy how to lasso 🥹

aw, my first whiskey fic, and it's a sweet one :')

Like Father, Like Son

agent whiskey x f!reader (& their boy)

no warnings on this one, but like, be 18 or older pls

............................

“I’m telling mom.”

“You tellin’ me you don’t wanna learn how to do this?”

“...no.”

“Well then, what your mama don’t know ain’t gonna hurt her. But that don’t mean you can start swearing up and down the streets either, she’d probably have my ba– my head if you did, understand, son?” 

“Yeah, dad, I understand.” His boy rolls his eyes, eight going on eighteen already, and Jack can’t help but ruffle his hair a little bit.

“Atta boy, now why don’t you watch me for a turn and I’ll talk you through it, and then we’ll have you give it a go, that sound good?” His boy nods, taking a few steps back as Jack unfurls the lasso in his hands. 

“Now, the thing about lassoing is, it ain’t about throwing it. This ain’t like baseball, ok? You wanna deliver the loop to your target.” Jack lets his loop up, starting to let it swing over his head.

“It’s all about waiting, son. You’ll feel it after working up some momentum and that loop is tugging out of your hand, and that’s when you wanna release, like so.” He lets the lasso go, circling it around the old milk pail he set up for target practice and pulling the slack tight, his son letting out a little sound of wonder that makes him grin. 

“Alright, you wanna give it a go now?” 

It takes him a few false starts, getting tangled up in the lasso before he can really get the loop swinging over his mop-haired head, but when his son does let the loop go and snares his target just right, Jack can’t help the whoop he lets out, pumping his fist in the air before gathering him up in a tight hug, much to his son’s jaded dismay.

“Hell yeah! That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Gonna have you wrangling longhorns in no time.” 

“Dad, you’re smushing me.” He lets his boy go with a chuckle, holding him by his shoulders to get a good look at him.

“Too cool for your ol’ dad already, huh? S’okay, son, reckon I was the same way when I was your age. But I’m so proud of you, my boy. You wanna give it another go?” His boy grins at that with an enthusiastic nod.

“Hell yeah!”

“I better not be hearing what I think I’m hearing out there!” Her call has both their heads whipping around to the house, and sure enough, she’s leaning in the doorway, the crooked smile on her lips telling him that she’s only half serious.

“Well I have no clue what you’re talking about, sugar. Just having some good ol’ fashioned fun out here.” She pads out to them, barefoot in the grass, and Jack’s heart is fit to burst watching her lick her thumb before swiping it over their boy’s cheek, wiping away a smudge of dirt despite his protests. Jack pulls her into him by a belt loop, stealing a smacking kiss that has her laughing and their boy gagging dramatically. 

“Hey now, none of that. You wanna show your mama what I taught you?” 

“He– I mean, yeah.” With that, their boy jogs over to the old milk pail to collect the lasso. She meanwhile fixes Jack with what is an attempt at a stern look, though she can barely get her words out around a disbelieving laugh.

“If he ends up talking like a truck driver, I’m blaming you.” That makes him laugh, pulling her a little closer and landing another kiss to her pursed lips.

“Don’t worry about that, sugar. Our boy’s gonna turn out just fine.”

[nescaveckwriter]

Moonflowers & Werewolves 🌝🐺 - Chapter Two

Teen wolf

Derek Hale x reader

A/N: Uhmmm hold on bugsies, this is a 'claw-biter' 🤣... Hope y'all enjoy 🐞🩷

Side Note: Starting to think of doing a rewatch maybe 😅🐞🤣🥹... Also thanks for the love and support 🐞🐞🐞❤️❤️

Warnings: Swearing light. Anger. Violence. Use of weapons, anything else let me know🐺🐞😍

Stops inches away from her, glancing at her and then at the moon, the wolf starts howling at the moon, as she stood there, to afraid to even move, she catches a glimpse of the wolf's eyes, it's sort of friendly looking, there's a sense of gentleness and familiarity about the blue orbs, but that's just plain crazy, she's never seen a wolf up close.

The wolf starts walking away, he suddenly stops, staring at her, not to growl, he just simply let's out a little whine, then he starts running deeper into the woods.

Barely breathing she stood there, unsure of what to do, unable to comprehend of what just happened, why the animal didn't attack her.

....

Panting now, as he stood there on the hill, looking out over the forest, cursing himself internally "what the hell was that?, how is it that still after all this time the full moon still has such an affect on him?"

"Her heart were beating rapidly" somehow he just couldn't stop himself from getting closer, hearing her cry, just drew him in closer, somehow it made him angry, who in their right mind would hurt her? Of course he would never attack her, but it's as if the rage inside of him made him see red, it bothered him seeing her like that, scratching the back of his neck, "why did it bother me so much, seeing her with so much hurt and sadness?" He regretted it the very second when he walked towards her, seeing the fear in her eyes, made him feel like a predator, but what was he going to do tell the poor woman "hey don't worry you've met me, I'm Derek Hale and I'm a damn werewolf, yes I can rip your throat out with my bare teeth, but I won't"

Hearing footsteps between the trees makes him growl, "Dad it's just me"

"What the hell Eli?" He hissed

"I'm sorry, you were gone for so long, I had to come and see if everything is okay" he stuttered

Instantly regretting his tone in his voice "it's fine son, I'm sorry, I'm doing okay, how are you?"

Mumbling "yeah good dad, can we go home now, I always feel so strange when the moon is full"

"I know son, you'll get used to it" he lied

"If only I can be more like you dad" he whispered, knowing his dad would still hear him

Giving him a half smile "no son, you don't want to be like me, you just be yourself, all your strength will come at the right time"

"Thanks dad, but what strength, I don't have any strength" he sighed

"Your my son, a Hale, a werewolf, we'll figure it out you'll see, but we can talk more about it at home. You have school tomorrow" he replied.

....

Still struggling to figure out last night's events, she starts going through the assignments, she gave the kids, there's some nice quotes from Marilyn Monroe, even a few from Hemingway himself, but the last one she reads, leaves her cold, 'Just because I am a predator doesn't mean I have to be a killer' glaring at the name on the page Eli Hale, "what does that even mean?" Thinking to herself, "I'll talk to him after class"

The bell ringing let's the children know it's time to go home, as she's the last class for the day, as the kids walks past her, she asks Eli to quickly stay behind.

He stops, "yes miss, something wrong?" He mumbles

Her voice is sweet "Eli, the assignment yesterday, you never wrote down, where you heard it from?"

Smiling almost proudful "my dad, taught me that since I were Little"

Trying to hide the judgment in her voice she smiles "oh that's nice, I were just curious, thank you, have a great day"

He just nods, says "goodbye" and walks out.

Trying to suppress the anger she feels boiling, "who would teach their kids that? What type of monster" shaking her head , "Since when am I such a bad judge of character, he looked genuinely nice!"

....

Pulling in her driveway, glancing over to her neighbors, shaking her head. As she gets out, she hears the man's smoky voice "hey neighbor" , contemplating if she should wave at him or just let it be, but she just can't control the anger.

"Excuse me Mr. Hale" she waves him down

He laughs a little "A bit formal don't you think?"

There's a fire burning in her eyes "what is the matter with you?"

Shocked "Excuse me Madison?"

There's anger and judgement in her voice now "why would you teach your son his a predator, what type of parent does that?"

His, green - hazel eyes seems concerned, "Look Miss Wells, what I teach my son, has nothing to do with you"

The color leaves her face, "your not even going to deny it? How are you trying to raise your son? To be a predator? To go on some sort of crime bender, what kind of father does that "

''You have absolutely no right to come and attack me, about the way I parent my son, so I would appreciate it if you leave'' he hissed

Her eyes darken, her voce sharp. ''I have every right to tell you, what I think, its my job to look after the kids of my class, so in opinion you are  a terrible parent and a horrible human being'' 

His heart rate is sky rocketing, he needs to fight harder than ever to not shift, folding his arms, to hide his claws coming out, feeling the sharp points piercing into his arm's flesh, his voice sounding croaky ''you need to leave right now, go away and don't ever come near me again''

Her eyes widening, ''fine, but this isn't over'' she mumbled 

He just turns around, closing the door, falling to the ground, ''what the hell is happening why can't I suppress the shift'' letting out a soft roar. ''Something aren't right!''

Walking to her house she could've sworn she heard a roar sound. Usually she won't back down so easily but something in his demeanor frightened her. Something about him, makes her feel frightened and intrigued at the same time.

---

As Eli walks into his  house he sees, his dad sitting at the dining room table, tapping his fingers on the wooden surface beneath, his go to thing, when ever his really mad. ''Dad, everything oaky?''

''No Eli, everything is not fine, why the hell did you think it was a good idea to write that little thing I taught you since you were a pup down and give to your new teacher'' he hissed

''Uhm Dad, I..I'm sorry, it was the only thing I could think off, I thought you'd be proud that I remember the stupid phrase'' he stuttered

''Dammit Eli, your a werewolf, that's a phrase to keep us human, to keep us from killing, you have any idea what you've done?'' he echoed

''I'm not a werewolf, not like you'' he stammered and ran upstairs, closing his bedroom door like just a teenager can.

''Eli, get down here this very minute'' he urged. Making a fist, almost smashing it against the table, but decides against it. ''I'm doing the best I can, dammit'' he mumbled underneath his breath.

The doorbell rang, as Derek opened it, he saw Sheriff Stilinski. 

''Hello Sheriff, with what can I help you?'' he sighed

''Rough day Derek?'' he acknowledged

''Two words, 'Teenaged son'' he hissed

''Been there, done that, just be glad you don't have Stiles as a son.'' 

Both men starts laughing.

''What brings you to my door Noah?''

''Well, something isn't quite right, some high school kids were hiking in the woods and found four bodies, two of them were human with bite marks but the other were your kind, and they were killed with silver bullets, but also, here's the part that doesn't make sense, there blood was black, as if they ingested some kind of poison but, I don't know what it is, the bodies are at the morgue, mind checking it out for me?'' he pleaded

A puzzled look on his face, ''yeah I'll check it out, give me a sec'' running upstairs, knocking on the door, ''Son, I'm going to leave , Sheriff Stilinski needs some help, I'm sorry about getting angry with you earlier, we can talk when I get home.''

Eli looked at his father, his voice distant, ''Yeah whatever dad''

Grabbing his keys, off the kitchen table, walking outside, glancing over to the neighboring house, seeing Madison carrying a box from the garage, realizing his been a full grown jerk, he needs to apologize, and think of some kind of excuse for his behavior all while making up some kind reason for the phrase. Gesturing he'll be right behind the Sheriff, he walks over towards her house.

Already catching the sweet scent of her , she smells like roses, sweet fruity roses, but the moment she turns facing him, he hears her heart starts beating faster, he can sense her fear, he just absolutely hates that this gently person is afraid of him. His voice low ''Hello''

Pursing her lips ''Hello''

''Listen about earlier, you just caught me on a bad time, and I were already stressed out, so I kind of took it out  on you, as for the phrase my son wrote down, it came out of some movie, the name I can't recall, but I will talk to him, well I tried but that didn't go well, anyhow I hope you'll accept my apology.'' he claimed.

Her voice a bit shaky, ''Its fine, I'm so sorry as well, and I didn't really mean your a horrible person, I can't make assumptions of people, like that,'' pouting now ''in a way I think I let my own anger and personal baggage spill over, so I'm so sorry'' 

Picking up she's a bit more relaxed  now and there's a soft smile forming on her lips, but before he can invite her to dinner or something, to show how sorry he is, he hears a different sound sliding through the wind. Turning around to where the sound is coming from, then suddenly hearing the exact same sound in another direction, his senses is heightened, hearing multiple heartbeats, some fast, some relaxed, forming almost a circle around them, the scents are human, the swooshing comes closer and closer, but he catches the arrow, and then the other one, but then there's multiple arrows, remembering the woman behind him, turning to face her, she's just standing there shock on her face, as he hovers over her, managing to pick her up as he ran towards the trees, she squirms and screams, but he doesn't really care, he needs to get away, drawing them after him and not after his son, while getting her too safety his eyes starts glowing, turning his hazel green eyes, into an electric blue, his back is pierced with multiple arrows, most probably laced with wolfsbane, as he feels his strength getting weaker and weaker, crashing down to the ground, seeing a man, most probably a hunter walking closer towards there position, he clings to her, for life, afraid they might think she's one of them, he pushes through the pain, gathering every last bit of strength he has left, first came the claws then the fangs, he starts roaring, warning what ever comes closer that he will attack, but the figure comes closer, until he...

Chapter Three Here :)