#the curls😍😍😍🥰🥰💖💕💞💞💞

[leiawritesstories]

LEIA CONGRATS ON 500 🥳🎉🎉💓❤️💘❤️💖🩷💓🩷💞❤️💖

you know what my prompt is 🤭

THANK YOU SO MUCH MARIA MY LOVE 🥰💕❤️😁😍

context: maria and my dm's are insanely chaotic. somehow we were talking about almond milk? and one of the things she sent me went like this: "now i need a fic where rowan's a foreigner learning the common tongue and he asks aelin for some nut milk." that's the prompt hehehehehe

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: inappropriate jokes, swearing, innuendo, badly concealed horniness

Enjoy!!!

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Romance books were horrible liars, it turned out.

Not a single one of the many, many romances Aelin had read in her lifetime had prepared her to meet the love of her life in a random aisle in a grocery store. No, all the books she read either involved small town meet-cutes, dreamy historical romances, arranged marriages that became love matches, and the occasional toe-curling bodice ripper. Love In Aisle 24B? She was convinced that would never happen.

Yet here she was, hand in hand with a man who was every single one of her dreams brought to life, leading him into her house.

But she was getting ahead of herself. Where to begin....?

~

Rice, flour, spinach, carrots, hot cocoa mix, espresso pods, almond milk. That was Aelin's list for her quick stop at the grocery store on her way home from work. She loathed shopping at five PM, knowing that the place would be overrun with harried parents, just-off-the-clock workers, and every single person in the vicinity who'd opened their fridge and realized they needed food for dinner.

Luckily, a parking spot opened up just as Aelin pulled into the parking lot, and she waved gratefully at the mom in the minivan who'd just vacated a spot that wasn't terribly far from the store entrance. She parked, got out, locked the car, and steeled herself for the chaos of dinner-crowd shoppers. It's just a quick trip, she reassured herself as she strode through the parking lot. Fifteen minutes, tops.

Entering the crowded store, she grabbed a basket and headed for the produce section, easily finding the spinach and carrots. Check, check. She wove through the maze of people and carts, muffling more than one curse, and ducked down an aisle to grab a bag of rice. Check. The baking supplies aisle was mercifully much emptier, and she found the brand of flour she liked and placed the familiar paper sack into her basket. Check. Hot cocoa mix was only a few paces away--and no, she didn't care that it was impractical for the late spring. It was always hot cocoa weather at Aelin Galathynius's house.

She braced herself as she stepped into the coffee and tea aisle and found it far too heavily occupied for her liking. Rolling her eyes, she decided to go grab almond milk and loop back to pick up espresso pods on her way to the checkout lines. Those would probably be their own nightmare, but she'd deal with that when the time came.

Aelin dodged shoppers pushing overfull carts and mothers desperately trying to keep a hand on their rambunctious children and made her way to the aisle with the non-dairy milk. Blessedly, it was empty, and she strode over to the almond milk section, found her favorite brand, and placed three cartons in her basket because it was on sale. She paused for a moment at the end of the aisle, sighed, and trudged back towards the coffee.

Just as she was about to turn into the coffee aisle, a hand tapped politely at her shoulder. "Excuse me?"

She turned, finding herself face to face--well, almost, since he was a good six inches taller than her--with a mouthwateringly gorgeous man wearing a shy half-smile. "Yes?"

"I do not mean rude, but you have the..." The man pronounced the words carefully, his voice bearing a distinctly foreign accent. Clearly he was still learning the language of Terrasen. "The...meelk? The milk! Milk of the nut."

Aelin spluttered a cough, stuffing down the lewd comment she immediately wanted to make. "I--um...I'm so sorry, I have the what?"

The man blushed, only making him more endearing. He pointed to the almond milk in her basket. "The nut meelk."

Understanding clicked in her brain. "Oh! The almond milk." She enunciated the words carefully.

"Al-mond meelk," he repeated, smiling in earnest. "Thank you, ma'am." He gave her an eccentric little dip of his head. "Please, show me where to find?"

"Of course!" Smiling back at him, she led him to the non-dairy milk aisle. "Here it is." She showed him the brand she bought. "I like this brand, but there are more options here."

The man picked up a carton of the same brand she bought; it looked comically small in his large hand. "Thank you," he said again, relief coating his accented words.

She grinned. "You're welcome..." She let the pause trail on, hoping he would give her his name.

"Pardon!" he exclaimed, then mumbled a few words in his native tongue. "I am such rude. I am Rowan."

"So rude," Aelin instinctively corrected. "We say so rude." She shook his offered hand. "My name is Aelin."

"Aelin," Rowan repeated, the syllables of her name turning thick and sweet as honey on his accented tongue.

Her blood turned to fire at the sound of his voice.

"Gods," she gasped, glancing at her watch. "I really need to get home, this was just supposed to be a quick trip."

Rowan stepped aside so she had a clear path. "Do not let me stop you," he grinned. "Thank you again, Aelin."

"You're very welcome, Rowan." Flashing him another grin, she headed towards the checkout counters, pausing briefly to grab espresso pods. The checkout lines were unbearably long, so she joined the much shorter line for self-checkout, waited for a few minutes, and went up to the machine when it was her turn. Efficiently, she scanned her items, placed them in her shopping bag, paid, and tore the receipt from the printer.

She was nearly out of the store when a commotion at the self-checkout caught her attention.

"I--I not understand!" Oh gods, that was Rowan's unmistakable accent. "No money?"

"Sir," the store employee all but snapped, "the sign says 'card only.' Can you even read?"

Rowan faltered. "I--"

"Show some decency," Aelin drawled, calmly stepping between Rowan and the irritated teenage employee who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else. "You should be able to tell from the man's accent that he's not from here."

"Well--um--" The teenager floundered. "Look, I'm not--"

"Capable? That much is clear," Aelin scoffed. "I'll help Rowan here finish checking out, and you can run along back to restocking ketchup or whatever the hell else you do." Turning to Rowan, she explained, "This machine only has a card reader. Do you have a credit card?"

Softly, he murmured, "No, not in wallet."

"It's all right," she reassured him. "I'll pay."

"You no need--"

"Don't worry about it." Aelin tapped her credit card on the card reader, took the receipt, and handed it to Rowan. "There. Quick and easy."

He picked up his almond milk--the only thing he'd had to buy--and followed her out of the store. As soon as they stepped into the parking lot, he swiped her bag of groceries from her, laughing at her shocked protest. "Let me, let me," he said. "As thank you."

"Such a gentleman," she teased. "All right then, you can carry my groceries to my car." He walked beside her through the parking lot, waited for her to unlock her car, and then carefully deposited her groceries on the back seat. "Thanks, Rowan," she smiled, truly meaning it. A thought flashed through her head. "I'm sorry if this is rude, but...do you have a car? Or how else are you getting home?"

He shook his head. "My..." He spoke a word in his language. "Not know how to say. Like brother, but...of father's brother?"

"Your cousin?"

"Aye, my cousin. He has the car. I took bus from apartment to store."

"Can I drive you home?" she asked.

Color splashed across his cheeks. "No need, please, I will take--"

"The bus is never on time during evening rush hour, and you'll get stuck in traffic when it does show up," she snorted. "I promise I'm a safe driver, Rowan, and before you pull your stupid chivalrous act, no, it's not too much trouble." She leaned against her car. "I live here. I can drive you home without getting stuck in terrible amounts of traffic."

He folded. "Okay. I will drive with you."

His oddly formal language made her smile. "You're rather cute with your blush and your accent, y'know, Rowan," she teased.

"Cute?" Impossibly, Rowan blushed harder. "If I am cute, Aelin, then you are perfect beauty."

That fire in her blood burned brighter. "I'll show you beauty," she murmured, more to herself than to him.

Buckling his seatbelt with ease, he leaned over and whispered in his language into her ear. Though she couldn't understand him, she knew the thickness of his voice had nothing to do with the words he was saying. "Was that a promise, Rowan?"

His emerald eyes deepened to smoky pine. "Yes." As she started the car and reversed out of her parking spot, his hand drifted casually--naturally--to her thigh, its weight warm, welcome, and teasing.

She was in such deep shit.

~

Instead of asking Rowan for his address, Aelin asked if he was okay coming to her house, and when he breathed another Yes into her ear, this time pairing it with the faintest brush of a kiss on the side of her neck, she shivered and headed home as fast as she legally could. She parked, got out, grabbed her groceries before he could insist on carrying them into the house, and took the bag inside, placing it on the counter.

Rowan hadn't followed.

So she went back out to the car, walking around to the passenger side. "Rowan? Is everything okay?"

He nodded. "So okay," he promised. "I...I needed a breath."

The corners of her lips quirked up. "Can I show you my house?" Feeling bold, she linked her fingers with his. "The kitchen, the living room..." A pause. "My bedroom."

That got him out of the car and on his feet, a smirk tinged with desire curling his lips. "Please do."

She led him up the front steps and into her house, kicking off her shoes in the entryway. "The kitchen is right here, if you wanted to know." She gestured to her left. "You can put your almond milk on the counter." And put your rowillymilk in me, she added under her breath.

He left the carton on the counter, slid his arm around her waist, and leaned down to kiss her. Aelin rose onto her tiptoes to meet his lips, the kiss starting soft and quickly turning deeper, passionate, filled with the inexplicable desire that crackled between them. Effortlessly, Rowan lifted her into his arms, not breaking the kiss as he took a couple of steps and stopped, remembering he didn't know where anything was. He pulled away, breathless.

"Aelin--"

"Upstairs," she panted, her chest heaving. "Come here."

And she led him up the stairs and into her room and kicked the door shut behind them.

~~~

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[choccyhearts]

sometimes i be looking at pictures of steddie and i'm just like,

"ugh, they're such boyssss"🥰🤭😍🫠🩷💖💞💕

like ya know?

eddie's cute, just below the surface stubble, and those big, wide eyes, and his soft tum, and long legs, and thick fingers, and long, messy curls, and tatted skin, and broad shoulders, and ..

and steve's precious moles and freckles dotting his skin everywhere, and his pouty lips, and strong muscles, and long legs with those thicck thighs, and his huge, giant hands, and his strong, firm chest, and sharp jaw, and big, prominent nose, and..

and then to add, like all those fucking scars they have😭😩😍💖 because they're just so fucking strong and brave (and im in denial, go away)

they're just, such boysss🥰💖💖

[little-cereal-draws]

Going on a dinner date w Odysseus 😍✨🥰😘😊💕💞💖

Nervously, you waited at the table in the fancy restaurant that you booked. It was your first date with Odysseus and you were excited. After what felt like an eternity, he finally arrived. He hovered in the doorway, warily sizing up the other patrons. You stood and waved him over.

“Heyy!” You exclaim. “I’m so excited that we could finally do this! I’ve been so looking forward to it.”

You were in your best dress, a velvet green that elegantly draped or hugged your figure at all the right spots. And the low neckline wasn’t bad either.

His muscles rippled under his olive skin as he walked towards you. A sea of sunspots and scars adorned his shoulders and arms. His green eyes seemed to take in everything about you; nothing was left private. You could see why so many women pursuerd him. His kingly stature and clever eyes made you bite your lip. You weren’t lying when you said you had been looking forward to this.

He brought a well toned arm up to brush his midnight black curls out of his eyes. “Uhh… I have to go.”

“Wha—“

Before you could get a single word out, he ran and threw his body at the window, shattering the glass with his elbow.

“Oh my god!” You ran over to the window and looked out. He was sprawled on the ground in a pile of glass shards. He was bleeding and shaking his head in a daze. “We’re on the second story! Are you ok?!”

Looking back to at you, his perfect eyes widened. “Fuck!” He scrambled to his feet and sprinted down the sidewalk. “Penelope! I’m coming!”

With a sigh you stepped back inside. So much for being the queen of Ithaca.

[coconurt]

AAAAAAAAAAAAA HAPPY ANNIVERSARY OWL @owlfacenightkit 💕💗💞💞✨😍💕💕💘💖🎉💖💗🥳💝🥰💞💞💞

You are my world, and every day I fall a little more in love with you. You are everything I was missing before I met you. Here's to a wonderful first year together, and to many more happy years to come <3

Anyway, here's that little fic you suggested I clean up as my gift to you. I hope you like it :3

~1.3k, rottmnt, bad end future, Raph-centric, mostly fluff

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A baby.

A healthy baby boy. Cassandra's son.

A child, born into this desolate hellscape of a world.

It almost seemed too absurd to be real. But yet, here Raphael was, sitting awkwardly outside the medbay, waiting for his turn to meet the kid.

He's… small. Smaller than you would expect, Donnie had informed him earlier. Six pounds, eight ounces. But healthy, for a human infant. Thank God.

With a tired smirk, his brother had crossed his arms over his plastron. Especially his lungs. Sweet Galileo, that kid's got pipes.

That conversation had been hours ago. Raph had just returned to the resistance base following a supply run, and Donnie, bless his soul, had immediately come to find him to tell him the news—that the baby came early. Somewhat out of character for the reclusive softshell, but Raph couldn't blame him. They were all on edge and excited. It's not like he was complaining, either.

And now, he sat alone on an overturned crate, his hulking form slumped forward and knots twisting uncomfortably in his stomach. He curled and uncurled his massive fingers nervously—anything to distract himself.

This was silly, he knew. He had absolutely nothing to be afraid of. It was a child, for christsakes. A tiny human infant. Nowhere, not even close to the most awful thing he'd faced.

He'd stared down mutants, monsters, hell, the Kraang themselves. He'd gone toe to toe with the literal scourge of their world more times than he cared to count, and still lived to speak of it. And now here he was, actual butterflies dancing in the pit of his stomach at the prospect of meeting his closest friend's newborn son.

Stupid…

To be fair, this would be his first ever time interacting with an infant. Like, ever. Growing up in the sewers hadn't left him and his brothers with much opportunity for things like that. Then the apocalypse had come knocking on their door, and the entire world had shifted to survival mode at the drop of a hat.

So yeah. There was a first time for everything, he supposed…

Just then, the curtain covering the medbay opening was drawn back. April stepped out into the hallway, mercifully sparing him from this ridiculous spiral of doubt and anxiety.

The commander gently laid a hand on his shell. Her eyes, while half-lidded with exhaustion, shone with emotion, and her smile was soft.

"You ready, big guy?"

Raphael met her gaze and swallowed thickly before nodding once. With a grunt, he heaved himself upwards, then took a moment to steel himself.

April patted his bicep in understanding and encouragement, then flashed him one last smile before breezing past him and starting down the dim hallway in the opposite direction.

Now by himself, he took one last calming breath and gathered his courage. Ducking his head, he pushed aside the curtain and squeezed through the doorway. He blinked once, twice, and tried to let his eyes adjust.

Once his vision cleared, he saw him immediately—the child. Like a moth drawn to a flame, his gaze immediately flew to Donnie and the tiny bundle in his arms. His brother's signature gas mask was missing, replaced by a smile that was so rare to catch him with these days. His head was tilted down, and Raph's heart flipped when he heard him murmur something softly to the baby.

In the far corner of the room, Cassandra reclined in the nicest unoccupied bed, propped up by pillows. She appeared to be resting, but at Raph's approach, her eyes snapped open. After a heartbeat, though, she relaxed again and offered the huge snapper a tired smile.

Casting one last glance at Donnie, Raph shuffled forward and stood awkwardly next to Cass. Even after all these years, he never quite knew what to do—how to act—when someone he loved was laid up on a medbay cot.

After a moment, he settled on a lame, "Hey."

She snorted. "Hey, yourself."

"You good?"

"Oh yeah." She shifted herself on her pillows slightly. "Never better." Softly, she let out a breath, then closed her eyes. "Wish you'd been here, though."

Raph chuckled. If he'd had it his way, he would've stuck closer to base, but they hadn't exactly planned on needing to change diapers for another three more weeks. "Yeah, well... who would've guessed the little guy would have turned out to be as impatient as you, huh?"

"I did." A pause. "But you had to go. And you're here now. So. Stop procrastinating and get your dumbass over there and say hi, already."

She inclined her head toward Donnie and the baby, mischievousness setting her dark eyes alight. Raph huffed out a nervous laugh. By some miracle, he managed to unstick his feet from the floor and shuffle forwards.

Behind Donnie, Leo dozed in a chair against the wall, arms crossed and his chin tucked against his plastron. The slider was clearly exhausted, and Raph understood. Donnie had informed him that Leo had been up all night with Cassandra. It was just part of the job description for their resident medic—albeit a virtually unprecedented event.

When Raph was an arm's length from Donnie, the softshell briefly looked up and sent him a soft smirk before returning his attention to the infant. Timidly, he tried to peer around Donnie's arms, but found he couldn't see much around the blankets.

Donnie noticed, and rolled his eyes. Jerking his head behind him, he motioned for Raph to take a seat next to Leo, in the chair between him and the bed.

Raph complied. So as not to wake his brother or disturb Cass, he sat down as quietly as he could, but the spikes on his shell still scraped audibly against the wall.

Donnie procured a pillow and set it on Raph's lap. The snapper looked up at him, mouth open in a silent question.

"Want to try holding him?"

Oh. Duh. He nodded mutely.

Moving slowly and carefully, Donnie leaned in and gently lowered the little thing onto the pillow and into Raph's waiting hands. The babe would have practically fit into the palm of one of his scarred, calloused hands, but he instinctively cupped both around the little bundle protectively.

Tiny. Absolutely teeny. One of the smallest, wrinkliest little beings Raph had ever had the privilege to witness. Were… were all human babies this small, or just this one?

His eyes were closed, but he squirmed slightly as Raph gently brushed a thumb over his cheek. The hulking turtle gazed on in starry-eyed wonder, not able to take his eyes off the newborn. He was vaguely aware of Donnie hovering over the two of them still, keeping a close watch, but he paid him no mind.

"Hey there," he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. The baby yawned in response.

A warm, familiar, purposeful feeling bloomed in Raphael's chest. It was protectiveness, he knew that, but it was wildly different from the fearful, desperate response born in the middle of a battle, like when one of his brothers was under fire. It was more like… a promise. A commitment. A vow, made by himself and for himself, that from this moment forward, he would do anything, give anything he had, to make sure this kid made it. That he had everything he could ever need.

This boy's life was not going to be easy by any stretch of the imagination. Born amidst a war for the future of the earth, it was guaranteed. But in this moment, watching this infant sleep peacefully in his lap, he knew he would do whatever it took to make it go just a little bit better.

From beside him, Cass reached over and lightly brushed the back of her finger over the fine hair covering the baby's head, tenderly adjusted the blanket around his face.

"So?" she said softly. "What do you think?"

When Raph spoke, it was around a lump in his throat.

"... he's perfect."

[maknae-on-ice]

A baby in the snow🤧

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Summer Birthdays

Summer Birthdays

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Napoleon Bonaparte x OC (Elaine)

Tag: Birthday Fluff Sugestive hints

Word Count: 1.943

Author’s Note:

Happy Birthday Honey @kissmetwicekissmedeadly 😍😍😘😘 I thought of a Gift enough to repay you for being my friends and for all the things we shared together since we meet, things I will always hold dear to my heart along affection I had for you 🥰🥰💕💕

I am and always will be proud and grateful to have such a wonderful talented, kind, sweet and energetic as my friend 💞💞

I hope with all my heart this fic could thank you for everything, even if I know that words will never suffice to Still here it is my gift for you with the special boy that, not casually, share the same zodiacal sign and month with you. 💝💝

Hoping this day will be everything you wished for and more I wish you all the very best you deserve the world 💗💗

I LOVE YOU SO MO 💖💖 HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 🎉🎉🎉🎊🎊🎊✨✨✨🎇🎇🎇🎂🎂🎂🥳🥳🥳

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You can find me on AO3 as QueenJuliet 😊

Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

The warm morning sun was peering from the window and into the room bathing everything in sight in his warm colors birds chirped happily outside while a pleasant smell of fresh baked chocolate cookies came from the kitchen as a pair of dreamy sigh filled the air, nuzzled blissfully immersed in their sheets affectionately watching in each other eyes with sleep still clinged to their features as they stifled yawns behind smiles were lazying around a peculiar pair of lovebirds "Bonjour mon prince." "Bonjour mon déese." she chuckled softly at his words as he slowly leaned over kissing her forehead, caressing her blond curl away from her gorgeous face whispering tenderly "Happy brithday my love."

She looked stunned at him her amethyst eyes crinkling with affection as she threw her arms behind his neck kissing him on the lips "Thank you so much Napoleone." "You seriously do not thought I forget." she smiled softly shaking her head lightly feeling heat rushing on her cheeks, she was sure Napoleone would have not but a part of her was afraid still for he was such a busy man she would have not blamed him, he let his fingers brush lightly on her cheeks gently lifting her chin looking straight into her eyes

"Good because I could never forget my precious reine special day." softly he melted his lips on hers entwining his fingers with her as his tongue danced with hers swallowing her ever so light whimper of pleasure escaping her luscious pink lips, blissfully losing themselves in a slow tender session of lovemaking before reluctantly sliding off the bed only when he beamed brightly about something he wanted to show her in town, after a lavish breakfast worthy of a King that spoiled her palate along the happy wishes of a pleasant birthday from the resident of the mansion.

Once reached their destination he hugged her from behind keeping his hands on her eyes slowly he lead her forward feeling her hands grip lightly his arms to not lose balance, he chuckled softly at her smile whispering lowly in her ear "Today I want to spoil you rotten but most of all I want you to feel how much I love you from the bottom of my heart." His finger slipped tenderly away from her eyes as he take her hand in his squeezing it lightly before raising it to his lips leaving a gentle kiss on her knuckles "Do you like it mon amour ?" she sighed dreamily not knowing what to say, so she decided to show him instead circling his neck and brushing her lips on his in a sweet slow kiss conveying all her emtions welled up from her heart for him alone.

"I love it so much my lion, I do not know what to say." she beamed brightly looking into her eyes making his heart melt at the brightness of her smile, warm and pure like her. Softly he cradled her face in his hands brushing his lips on her forehead hearing her giggle happily before leading her to the buffet prepared all for them to fest on, chocolate bon bons of any taste and flavour were elegantly lined up on a candid table but the thing that caught her eyes melting her heart the most was a little heart cake at the center of it topped with a little cherub, his eyes softened at the sight of her fingers sneaking subtly sliding a pink heart between her lips smiling widely as she rolled it over her tongue.

They stayed there all afternoon improvising an informal but lively party with Napoleon little students who, after her permission, enjoyed the lavish sweet treats helping them both clean the table by sunset, when they wandered off not without thanking their teachers of the party and wishing Napoleon's lover a really happy birthday, her heart bursted with happiness at the memory as they both chit chatted on the way back home, filling the golden bathed carriage with their hearty laugh.

Before they knew it the landscape changed from city to the countryside as the mansion entered in their vision reluctantly they pulled off wandering throught the corridor unusually quiet, she was about to enter in the dining hall elicited by muffled laugh and conspirational whispers that resonate through the door, slowly she went to look through the keyhole before placing her ear on it but in vain, startled by Napoleon voice she jumped back looking sheepshily at him "What are you up to ?" "Nothing." she answered lacing her fingers behind her back like a child caught with their hand stuck in the candy box "I see."

Her smile wide and playful, her jade dress and a mischievous glimpse in her amethyst eyes she looked like fairy, the blithe smile on his lips told her he knew whast she was doing all along eliciting her to confess candidly "Alright I was eaversdropping but I only wanted to get a glimpse inside." "If you are so curious why we not enter ?" "We can?" she beamed excitedly her eyes sparkling as her smile widened on her pretty lips "Of course, after all today is your special day for you to do everything you want." he whispered softly in her ear making her blush softly as he knocked at the door twice before opening it, walking trough it hand in hand.

All the light were off but Elaine could clearly hear muffled laugh and little chuckles as she looked for the switch on the wall, pressing it lighting the chandelier she turned her back to the table only to be welcomed by a cheer of "Surprise." a wide smile bright like the sun itself appeared on her lips as her eyes widened at the frilly decorations filing the whole room, an huge banner embroidered in colorful letter pinned on the wall HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELAINE while corals and jade garlands along shiny little trinkets adorned every surface on shelves and tables. The first to approach her was le Comte niece and her friend Julie smiling widely at her as her chartreuse green eyes glimmered with excitement as she hugged her tightly.

"Happy birthday Honey." reluctantly they pulled away, taking her hand in hers beaming brightly she asked "Do you like it ?" After few minutes in which she tried to collect her thoughts coherently enough she exclaimed "I adored it." her answer satisfied her friend enough making her giggle happily sliding away just in time for Elaine to catch a glimpse of Sebastian placing the biggest cake she has ever seen on the already full table.

Her eyes were now sparkling heart at that sight of his lover next to the cake, two of the things she loved the most together in front of her eyes but the best part it was knowing it was not a dream, for the warmth of his hand on her skin as he helped her accomodate on a seat was enough to sent sparkle all over her body she tried in vain to contain, conveying all happiness and gratitude, all the love and affection she harbored for him brushing her lips on his hearing some cheer of encouragement coming from their friend that make her blush softly trying to pull away only to feel his hand cradle her face pressing his lips on hers once again.

Slowly he pulled away seeing a playful smirk play on her lover's lips as he dipped his finger in the whipped cream of the cake holding them still near her lips, an invite she could do nothing but obey to as she let his fingers slide in her mouth stroking softly her tongue making her whimper lightly as the taste of the white chocolate invade her palate, blushing even more as he sultry whispered in her ear slipping his fingers off her lips "This is all for you it has been made entirely with chocolate. Tonight everything is for you to take as you please, Would you be bold enough to ? " a lustful glimpse in his jade eyes he knew she could not resist he left a little kiss on her neck bathing in her blushing expression she tried to hide casually grabbing a chocolate bonbons and feeding it to him, seeing him smirk as he nibbled at her fingers making her giggle softly.

Night was still young as another surprise hide behind the corner melting her already softened heart when Sebastian started filling the table with all her favourite dishes everyone not hesitated to fest on as soon as the birthday girl give its start with a bite to a luscious shrimp covered in a thin layer of pink seafood sauce, sharing home cooked meal made even more special by the noisy company of their friend that colored dinner with hearty laugh and carefree chit chat before diving in to have a piece of the triple layer cake everyone complimented Sebastian of, seeing the white chocolate one melt quite fastly thanks to Julie and her husband Jean that did not hesitated to dive in with their portions occasionally feeding little bites of cakes to one another much to the amusement of the resident that astounded looked up at them giggling like children as blissfull carefree smile were plastered on their face as white chcolate stuck to their fingers. The evening flew by and before long she was begin to feel tired, smiling softly as some of the resident after a cheerful toast fell alseep around the room, keeping company to Leonardo slumped on a sofa along his cat and a very sleepy and half drunken Isaac, chuckling lightly as she catched a glimpse of Jean holding a fork of a white chocolate heart to Julie seeing her eating it while she blushed madly before brushing her lips over his smiling softly as his cheeks flushed in embarrass. A good birthday could not be complete without gifts, even more when they were used to show affection and so she spent the rest of the evening opening them all, smiling until her cheeks hurted thanking each and every one of them with a warm hug, before being sweept up on an improvised slowl waltz from her lover. Suddenly the clock ring midnight too caught up in the party she did not notice it was getting late, a yawn promptly followed by another were hidden by her hand as the last residents retired in their own room she was about to call it a day when suddenly his sultry voice reached her ear along a pair of strong arm circling her hips "I am not done yet with gift but for it we should wait to be alone." his voice husky and sensual stirred a pleasant heat in her chest spreading from her heart all over her body creeping up on her cheeks she looked up at him smiling suddenly wide awake "I can not wait." he chuckled softly nuzzling into her neck "If you like I can give it to you right now." a soft dreamy sigh escaped her lips as she whispered feeling his fangs scap lightly her skin "Please do." He smirked maliciously murmuring softly "As you wish ma reine." taking her hand in his they slipped unnoticed away from the by now empty room giggling like children as they run through the hall directed to their bedroom, determined to show off his feeling far from prying eyes ready to make her day even more special showering her in his love with only the stars as witness of the emotions they would have shared to one another until dawn.

[crypticbunnygirl]

He's baby must protect

♪ TOM HOLLAND learning how to play guitar ♪

[maknae-on-ice]

Curly haired tom my beloved🥰

[maknae-on-ice]

I adore him🥺🥺

[maknae-on-ice]

I’m so in love🥰🥰🥰

(⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)︎

[maknae-on-ice]

Pretty boy :’) ft watch

[maknae-on-ice]

It’s 3am and I’m over here crying over how adorable Tom is like 🥰🥰🥰😭😭💕💕💕

[wanderingfaee]

I- I'M FUCKING SWOONINGGGG!! 😍🥰😭🥹💞💕💖

Kyojuro chuckled. “You’re more than welcome! Would you like help with putting it on?”

Nodding, I lifted the curled ends of my hair, ignoring the already rampant heat I felt flourish when Kyojuro’s fingers brushed the sides of my neck. The ladybug glistened in the warm pallet of the sunset, further stirring my heart knowing that it was given to me by someone I cared for so much.

“Just as I thought…” Kyojuro mumbled. “The gem, it matches you perfectly.”

- ℍ𝕠𝕞𝕖. -

𓇬𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖 ~ Well, this was a little something that I had also cooking up while I'm working on my slighlty larger story! Monster hunter has been a game that I grew to absolutely love (and I mean really love) throughout these past few months and I haven't been able to put it down since. As you can probably already guess, the dabble is going to be pretty self-indulgent, so if that's not up your alley I reccomend skipping this one out. Also in this dabble it does imply that the reader is a woman and if that makes you uncomfy, please bonk me so I can post one a replica that's neutral. With that being said-

𓇬 𝖧𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀!

𓇬Tagging ~ @potofstewie @kyojurosfirelilyy @mitsuris-big-boobies @comatosebunny09 @lilyisfrozen

𝔻𝕖𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ~

𝔸𝕫𝕦𝕣𝕖 ℝ𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕤 - Azure Rathalos is a Subspecies of Rathalos, and thus, it shares almost all of the same characteristics. However, its shell that is usually fiery red is now an azure colour, hence the Azure title. Its wing webbing is lime green, and its tail has one single red spike on the end. It has higher stamina, higher health and higher attack power, and is considerably more aggressive. 

𝕎𝕪𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕟 - The wyvern is a type of biped dragon or dragon-like creature that possessed two legs and often a pointed tail which was said to be poisonous. At present, dragons that have two legs and two wings are often called "wyvern."

𝕎𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕋𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 - A large wooden beer and or ale mug.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ~ 𓇬 ~

I did it. 

Finally, I could return home. 

As though it were singed to my skin, my armour clung to my weary body. 

Since when had it become so heavy? 

Muscles coiled and burned with aching cramps and deep-set hidden bruises. Frustrating. I barely had the strength to sustain myself, much less the golden battle bow on my back. It wasn’t far now, my home… still a little further north of the ancient forest to one the sectors of the hunter’s guild. The higher ups one day called me in and requested I track an Azure Rathalos, hunting it among three other members of similar rank. Being eager to rise to Master rank, I took on the quest— doing my best to lead the party of hunters despite my reluctance to talk, and was ever thankful for their patience. 

With the location being the Elder’s recess, tracking it down was an especially arduous job with it being my first time there. Traversing the jagged landscapes of pointed solid rock and earth crystals we had found it… despite the awful timing. 

Being of the sub-pieces category, this type of Rath is far more imposing than it’s scaly, red counter-parts. It bulks up on its aggressivity, becoming more mobile, intelligent and deadly both to protect itself against competitors as well as a means to prove his strength to a potential mate. And given that it is mating season… It was especially agitated. We were informed that, for some time now, it had been causing trouble to the other, less ferocious species within its territory and were hence asked to take it down. 

Remnants of the wyvern’s poison still coursed through my veins. Arid, vindictive. It still sought to kill even after the dragon who made it had long perished. If it wasn’t for the antidote, I would've been in far worse condition. I consider myself lucky to only feel agonsing discomfort. After all, we were not the first hunting party asked to track the dragon specifically.

Something flickered into view— a small, flickering light just beyond the ageing glade sky-piercing trees. 

Then there was another, and another. 

My measly pace quickened, having  new found vigour that suppressing the poison that sought to immobilise me. My eyes stung, pooling molten streams at the sight of my home. My heart rattled my ribcage. I was almost there, it wasn’t long now. Before long I stood in silence in front of the guild’s imposing doors. The internal pitter-patter in my left breast forming a solid rhythmic melody for my ears alone. My gloved hand gripped the silver handle and gave it a tug. For a moment there was silence. Rows and rows of hunters shifting their attentions to the one lone huntress and her hunting party standing under the wooden archway.

 I gulped.

“H-hello, um–”

A dissonance of sounds assaulted my ears. Yelling, shouting, the reverberating sound of collective wooden tankards being smashed together in a clamorous toast, cheering— I mostly heard the cheering. We were surrounded in moments, pelted with questions about our hunt and the spoils from it. The lance user with my group took the spotlight, telling the tale of our hunt to the ever buzzing hunters. In the chaos of it all I sought it fit to make my escape, I had little energy to sit there recounting the events despite my worries about my comrades exaggerating the story. My mind was elsewhere. I wanted to see a good friend of mine. I’d missed him so much.

I slipped through the crowds, weaving through shouts of praise and slipped out of the guild hall. I walked a little further along the port admiring the wood-work, breathing in the forest air that I had grown to love after we settled here not even a few months back. Footsteps disrupted my nostalgia. I allowed my gaze to wonder, only to have it fall on the man I’d been looking for.

Bright eyed, Kyojuro’s fervent hair rested just beyond his shoulders. His marigold eyes sparkled, embracing the colours of the resting sun as their own, an ever prominent feature of his face. Though not in combat, his sword was hilted on his back. Rare it was to see him without it. 

His grin made me giggle, he never failed to look silly when he looked at me that way.

“_____! It’s wonderful to see you!” Kyojuro beamed, embracing me. “I’ve missed you so much!”

In turn, I wrapped my arms around him. Bunching up his linen shirt into small mounds in my fists. 

“I’ve missed you too, Kyo.”

This warmth. Something that had become so familiar to me after so many years became the thing I craved most while I lay to rest after a tenacious day out on a hunt. 

I had done enough. I could rest, even if it was just for a moment. 

I breathed in his scent. Tender and sweet, with a hint of sweat. 

“Were you training again?” I asked, pulling away. 

Kyojuro nodded. “And taught the fledgling hunters,” he added. “I can never be too careful. Especially considering the discoveries of new species are now happening more frequently.” 

“I see.” I contended. “I suppose you’re right”

“And yourself?” Kyojuro asked. “How did your hunt go?”

I tugged at my lips, letting my gaze drift back at the archway I had just come through. The celebration had risen tenfold since I was last there. “I think you can tell how it went based on the cheering.”

Kyojuro hummed, reaching to poke my cheek. “I can surmise… but I’d like to hear it from you.”

“Ew, sweaty fingers!” 

“Hey, come on now...” Kyojuro said, looking at his finger and back at me. “They're not that bad, are they?”

I giggled, cupping my cheek. “Yes they are.”

Kyojuro’s brows furrowed, a rather formidable pout adorning his lips. “I cannot tell if you’re being serious or not.”

“I’m kidding, and the hunt went well.” I chuckled, lending my weight to a nearby wooden mast. “We suffered injuries, casualties, but thankfully no one died.”

“I’m glad it went well.” Kyojuro’s gaze softened, reaching back to fiddle with his pocket. “In fact, in doing so, I have got you a gift!”

I blinked at the boisterous man. “A gift? B-but why?”

“For returning safely!”

Without a moment’s haste, I was presented with a small box. Simple-looking and awkwardly wrapped with an adorable emerald bow as its centrepiece. Something moved inside. I stared at the box in my hands, a supple warmth stirring my emotions.

“...It’s cute.”

“Open it, silly.”

I tucked another laugh under my tongue. “I meant the wrapping, Kyo.”

Scratching the back of his head, Kyojuro’s cheeks blossomed into a cherry tint. “Oh, right! Thank you! Then I believe you’ll like what’s on the inside even more!” 

Taking his word on that claim I undid the bow and lifted the lid of the small hazelnut box and found myself awestruck by what I found inside. A pendant. Hung from a black cord was a little, amber ladybug. 

“Oh, it’s gorgeous!” I said, ogling the pendant. “Where was the smithy’s able to find the ore?”

Kyojuro crossed his arms, his eyes brimming with pride. “While you were tasked with hunting the wyvern, I decided to go on an expedition to the Elder’s Recess.”

“A-alone?”

“Mhm! I’m more than qualified to venture there alone.”

My eyes darted between the pendant and the man stood in front of me. “But… for this? Kyojuro, you didn’t have to—”

“I did it because I wanted to. I wanted to find the perfect jewel,” Kyojuro smiled, “one that matched my view of you perfectly.”

 A simmered pitter-patter arose at Kyojuro’s words.

A jewel that matched me perfectly…

“I love it… thank you. It’s a beautiful gift.” I giggled, taking the amber ladybug jewel between my fingers. “I’ll think of you whenever I look at it and it’ll bring me comfort.”

Kyojuro chuckled. “You’re more than welcome! Would you like help with putting it on?”

Nodding, I lifted the curled ends of my hair, ignoring the already rampant heat I felt flourish when Kyojuro’s fingers brushed the sides of my neck. The ladybug glistened in the warm pallet of the sunset, further stirring my heart knowing that it was given to me by someone I cared for so much. 

“Just as I thought…” Kyojuro mumbled. “The gem, it matches you perfectly.”

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[arkhxmknight]

Thank you so much for considering my request, Holly!! You did such an amazing job at making me cry! When I submitted this prompt for consideration, I thought of tender and intimate moments, and this is exactly that, but in angsty lighting, and I couldn’t be happier! 🥰💖💗💓🤧💞💕💝😊

ma’am!!! years were added to my lifespan the moment i read ‘curls’!! i’m so weak! you’re really out here giving us everything we need! 😍

the detail about his voice is top-notch! love that you’re really diving into the effects and aftermath of his death and the lazarus pit. hella creative and really adds another layer to this piece. (another layer of sadness)

you’ve shown a better understanding of Jason’s character in one paragraph alone than lobd*ll has in his entire rhato run. i really can’t explain how much i love that you allowed him to be withdrawn and tired(tm) and the reader’s understanding and willingness to work with him!

‘he’s scared that it won’t come out at all’ we’re crying in this chilis tonight, fellas!

the reader being so attentive to his needs!!! god, can you feel the love in this fic?!? because I sure can!

!!!!!!!!!ITS ABOUT THE HANDS!!!!!! having the reader hold his shaking hands and taking over for him is exactly the level of tenderness my heart was yearning for! thank you for making dreams come true, queen!

tears! i don’t want to talk about it, but it’s fucking brilliant, okay! the description and details in that paragraph just make it all so real! somebody follow me, i’m distraught!

!!!HANDS!! AGAIN!!! oh, the tenderness!! the love! ‘He strokes your knuckles and kisses your cheek to remind you that he’s right there.’ i’m so soft! what a wholesome ending though!!💕

If you’re up for it, how about ‘unbuttoning or unzipping clothing’ with jason todd x reader? thank you for your consideration! ✨

He’s dead on his feet when he finally comes home. It’s been three weeks, two days, seven hours and close to forty-five minutes since he was last in the apartment and three weeks, one day, and four hours on the dot since he saw you. You had a night shift and an early class the next morning. Your goodbye had been nothing more than a chaste kiss on his cheek while searching for your purse and rushing out the door without tying your hideous sneakers. All of your goodbyes are nonchalant, even when there is no hurry, no pressing matters to attend to. You avert eye contact with him, talk about anything else besides the fact you’ll be apart and never really say ‘goodbye’ to him.

Every muscle in his body is tight, and he fights to get them to relax, but he can’t shake the sensation, even when he collapses on the couch and for the first time in two and a half week is able to rest.

His whole body hurts when he wakes up an hour later and you’re sitting on the floor next to him, stroking his curls out of his face and humming a song he vaguely recognizes.

“Hey, baby,” he croaks out. After coming out of the Lazarus pit, his voice hadn’t been the same; sometimes he was able to speak by some miracle, sometimes he wasn’t, and sometimes his words came out muddled and rough. Getting his vocal cords clipped would have been a blessing over the fifty-fifty shot of being able to speak or not.

You smile at him and pause your movements. Long trips like this one meant stepping on eggshells for you. You have to read his mood and body language carefully because he won’t voice what he’s feeling. He likes to think it’s because he’s scared that it won’t come out at all. You would say it’s because he’s scared about voicing boundaries and his needs and wants. It’s what you do too.

He leans into your touch, giving you a silent okay and you resume your featherlight touches.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

He doesn’t argue and pushes himself off the couch with your arm wrapped across his back and one of his arms tossed around your shoulders.

It’s five steps from the couch to the bedroom for him, for you it’s nine.

The bed is made up, sheets fresh and decorative pillows piled high. He made a joke once, that you’re like a bird trying to build a nest with the number of blankets and pillows you have on the bed. He slept on the couch that night.

Jason stumbles when you turn on the light and blinks hurridly to adjust to the new stimuli. You turn the lights off when you notice.

You pull out a fresh pair of sweats and tee-shirt for him as he starts to work on unbuttoning his pants. His hands shake a little too hard for him to effectively pull the button loose. You hold his hands to still them and then make quick work of his pants. He can’t steady his hands even as he steps into his sweatpants.

You unbutton his shirt in a hurry, averting your eyes to the floor, but you can’t avoid the scar when you pull the tee-shirt over his head. He swallows hard when he hears your gasp. You both thought you’d be used to it by now, but he’s lived with the scar longer and some days he can’t even stomach it.

Your hands shake when they touch his chest. Of all the scars he has amassed over the years, this one scares you the most. It’s far from the worst, but it’s the implication of what it means that scares you, the daunting reminder that he was dead, really and truly dead. Enough to be cut open and his insides examined in a sterile white room by a man in sterile gloves and rough handling of him when he was only a boy. Your fingers trace the Y-shape on his chest and he knows just by the way your eyes shine a little brighter, filling with tears that you won’t ever let fall, and the slight curl of your lip that you’re imaging the trauma his body went through. He still has discoloration from the explosion and where the skin of his chest was roughly pulled apart by medical tools.

Jason steadies your hands in his. It’s his turn to comfort you. You breathe harder, failing to take in enough air to keep yourself calm. He strokes your knuckles and kisses your cheek to remind you that he’s right there. He’s not going anywhere. Not yet and certainly not so soon.

You quickly tug the tee-shirt down and he fumbles to get his arms through. He barely has his left arm through when you tug him on to the bed and tuck both him and you under the heavy comforter that he knows you’ll only kick to the end of the bed in the middle of the night. 

You hold him a little closer than usual. You may be bad at goodbyes but you are good at hellos.