#that's babygirl that's darling heart that's my beloved

[esmes]

i'd be twice the wife she was 🎥 @theriddletrades

[caruliaa]

does anyone else remember when glados was like btw get out my facility its too hard to kill you so just leave. then she immediately puts u in a situation where it wld be very easy to kill u but instead u have a song sung to you that she wrote abt u being her precious darling beloved babygirl then after u left gave u back the one thing u had any attachment to in the facility that just so happens to have a heart on it. gay ass.

[hellish-heart-ships]

Wally. Kaito. Kazumi. Syobai. Josuke. Kokichi. Miu. Joseph. Jotaro. Junko. Mikan. Charles.

[hattiewritesalot]

Gevives (Beauty)

Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!reader

Summary: Jacaerys, ever the hard worker, is late to bed. Again. Luckily for him, you’re very forgiving.

Warnings: Reader and Jace have a daughter, one or two mentions of stress and overload, Jace being babygirl. Literally just fluff tbh

A/N: how’s it going lads im a little bit (very) in love with this pouty princess. I also wrote this at midnight for my sister so enjoy

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A soft sigh escapes you as the wooden chair creaks against the stone floor, rocking back and forth, lulling you and your sweet daughter as she snores, slumped against your chest.

She’s as loud as the day she was born, kicking and screaming as she was lowered into your arms for the first time, and now, thank the gods, she screams less. She has, however, taken after her father with her snoring, noisy enough to rumble Dragonstone itself. You’re not surprised - not entirely, at least. Little Rhaenyra has been a daddy’s girl since the moment Jace held her, since the moment her chubby fingers curled around his one, and he weeped into her downy head. It baffles you that that was so long ago - you can see the image as clear as day.

Speaking of your most beloved husband, he’s still not here. His tendency to overwork himself is shining through, and he’s all but locked himself in his study to sort through his papers and meetings and arrangements and everything boring that you sometimes have the urge to burn so maybe, just maybe, he’ll come to bed on time.

‘Perks of being the eldest son, my darling wife.’ He’d once grinned, amber eyes glinting in the sunlight with that twinkle of mischief you love so much. He’d kissed you, then, and slipped away to occupy himself with his duties.

You can’t be mad at him, not really, not when your heart is brimming with the love and devotion you have for your Jace. Not when you’re carding your fingers through your toddler’s dark curls as she dreams. It doesn’t stop you from being frustrated though. You hate it when he burns himself out like this, knowing all too well the way he crumbles when the day is done. You’ll always be there, though, to pick up the shards and put him back together again, knowing he’d do the same for you in a heartbeat.

The door creaks open, and then it closes with a squeal of the hinges, and quiet footsteps patter behind you, Jace’s face peering around the rocking chair. He winces. “You’re awake?”

You cock a brow, shooting him a look. “Yes, I’m awake. And so are you.”

He sighs, then, pressing those full lips to your forehead and cradling your face, his free hand reaching down to stroke Rhaenyra’s hair. “I’m sorry, my wife. Everything is so… overwhelming right now. Some days I want to rip Aegon’s hair out, and some days I want to rip my own out.” 

“Please don’t. I quite like your pretty curls.”

“As you tell me so often, gevives.” Gevives. Beauty. Gods, this man has a chokehold on your heart.

“Perhaps I will find it in myself to forgive you.” You finally push up off your chair, cracking your back, groaning. “Remind me not to sit in that chair for too long.”

“I do remind you. You don’t listen.”

“You’re on thin ice, Velaryon.” 

You lower Rhaenyra into her cot, rocking it and shushing her gently when she squeaks. Jace’s hands curl around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. “Our little princess.” He mumbles. “She’s perfect. Is she really ours?”

“Given that she snores like a bear and pouts all day, I’d say she is.”

He snorts. “I do not pout.” 

“He said, pouting.”

“You’re mean.” He turns you around, now, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. You love it when he’s this close, when you can count every freckle, every streak of gold and brown in his eyes, every curl. You smile at him. “You love it.”

He sighs dramatically, shaking his head, as if every word he speaks ails him. “Yes, yes I do. Gods save me from my cruel wife and her cruel ways.”

You scoff, but laughter bursts through it, pushing his shoulder and walking to the bed. “Fine. I guess you won’t be sleeping next to your cruel wife, then?” 

He’s scrambling out of his day clothes and under the covers before you can even fathom it, pulling you into his arms. He has the blood of the dragon, and runs hot when he sleeps. It’s nice on colder nights like this one, where you could bury yourself in his arms and never leave. His deft fingers trail up and down your spine, lips pressed against your hairline.

He calls you the beauty, but it is only because you are so infatuated with the man next to you. Every part of him; the sweet, gentlemanly parts, and the bitter, ugly parts; holds a dear place in the organ beating beneath your breast. Jacaerys Velaryon isn’t just your husband - he’s your best friend, your soul-mate (as the poets may say), and every time his fingers intertwine with yours, you like to think that your very beings intertwine too. You and Jace will find each other wherever you need to, for you know he is never far when he loves you so.

He sighs, nestling into your hair, and you gently kiss his jaw. “Promise me something, husband?”

He hums in response.

“Promise me you’ll take a break tomorrow?”

It takes him a long moment, but eventually, he swallows, nodding, body sagging against yours. “I’m sorry, I just-“

“Hush, I don’t need to hear it. I love you, alright? Even if you don’t show up to bed on time, even if you sometimes infuriate me with how much you put on yourself.”

He chuckles softly at that, pulling you in closer. “I adore you, my lady.”

You’re half-asleep by now, safe and content within the comfort of your lover’s arms. “Not as much as I adore you.”

You could have this argument for years, endless bickering of ‘I love you more’s, but you don’t. Not now, at least.

Now, you hold each other, falling asleep within the solidarity of your love.

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I actually like this sort of a tiny bit

[zushikiss]

ludicrous pet names

summary ; you call them an incredibly ridiculous nickname, how do they react?

warnings ; cursing in scara's, also in tighnari's if you count ass as a curse

pairings ; scaramouche, diluc, tighnari x gn!reader

notes ; this is just absolute plain crack.

─ SCARAMOUCHE

"Babygirl, can you pass me my bag?"

"What in the actual fuck did you call me."

You try your best to stop the laughter that was threatening to spill, in front of you was your dearest boyfriend, Though he was glaring at you, you knew it held no ill intent and was completely harmless.

With no words, albeit still glaring at you, he grabs your bag, he sighs in disapproval and disappointment before handing you your bag.

"Next time you need something, just call me by name, i have one for a reason, and will you please stop with the ridiculous names?"

"Alright sweet cheeks, whatever makes you happy."

─ DILUC

"Hey honey-bun, quite busy today I see."

You say while grinning up to diluc who's trying his best to stay calm and collected, though his brother seems to have heard the best joke ever, seeing as he's doubled over, clutching his stomach while laughing loudly.

"Hey honey-bun, why don't you give me another bottle of dandelion wine?"

And kaeya's back at it, laughing to his heart's content, much to your boyfriend's dismay you seem to find the whole thing amusing as well, giggling a bit to yourself to spare diluc more embarassment.

"Honey-bun! Where's my berry and mint burst? I've been waiting for a while ya'know?"

Diluc stares at you, sighing before returning his gaze onto kaeya, who's still laughing extremely loud.

"Just for that, no more drinks for you tonight, and for you as well."

His ruby eyes switching between the bard and the cavalry captain, before finally settling on you.

"As for you dear, I advice you to not use nicknames like that in public, or at the very least, don't use it in front of these two."

─ TIGHNARI

"Almost done with your research, cutie patootie?"

"Well yes dear i'm alm- no."

He flat out says no as he ignores you for the time being, this adorably petty fox will ignore your entire presence until you call him his actual name or the pet name you actually use for him.

"My darling, my love, my beloved, my one and only nari, will you please acknowledge me?"

"Only if you promise not to pull that stunt again."

His petty ass would try to get back at you too, calling you poopsie during a meeting with the other forest rangers, though that doesn't work since you hit him with the quick ─ "Thank you for pointing that out shmoopsie."

[literatureloverx]

Hey there! I love your way of writing sm 😭 , especially when it's about fyodor , so I was wondering about a scenario or like headcannons about what he'd be like as a father ,I thought it'd be cool but it's put to you if you feel like writing about it :)

Hello, my dear!❤️ thank you and wow, the first one to approach me non-anonymously!

Of course, I love that idea. Fyodor as a father is indeed a very challenging thing to write, but guess what? I’m up for challenges. More so if they are about things I truly enjoy to do. I already wrote a scenario about his approach to having a family, HERE.

Now, I took it upon myself to write another scenario on a simple everyday life of Fyodor and his darlings daughter.

I’ll add some general Dad!Fyodor headcanons…I just don’t know when.

I hope you enjoy it!❤️

Some words are mispronounced as in baby-words, soft!Fyodor, husband!Fyodor, wife!reader, dad!Fyodor x daughter, teeth rotting fluff.

Just like her father (and mother)

You smile as your babygirl, your daughter, runs into the arms of your beloved husband, her father.

"Daddy!"

You giggle at the sight of your adorable daughter and your husband, who greets her with warmth and affection.

Fyodor scoops her up with practiced ease, holding her against his chest. He is gentle with her, his eyes sparkling dimly as he gazes at his beloved child.

He huffs a soft laugh at her giggles, then shifts his gaze to you.

You sigh, feeling a sense of wonder. It's like a miracle to see such a calculating and distant man as your husband transform into a warm, calm, and understanding father for your daughter.

He may not appreciate surprises or impulsive actions, but with your daughter, he is patient and tolerant, which warms your heart so, so deeply.

For a man who never seriously considered having children, he is remarkably affectionate.

"Ah, my two girls."

You look at your husband fondly as you approach him, gliding across the floor, his eyes fixed on you. Your smile, your presence welcoming him home, makes him feel truly at ease. He silently thanks the universe for bringing you into his life, despite his resistance to normality.

You hug him, careful not to squeeze your daughter between you two.

"Welcome home, my love. We missed you."

His gaze softens as he returns your affection, leaning in to brush his lips gently against yours in a chaste kiss.

His free arm wraps around you, holding you close.

When he breaks the kiss, he nuzzles into your neck, inhaling your scent. His voice is low and tender as he murmurs into your ear.

"I missed the two of you as well."

"Mommy made Kulebwyaka! And salad!" your daughter chimes in.

You gently caress her head, subtly inhaling your husband's scent, careful not to pique your daughter's curiosity.

Fyodor smirks. Oh, the woman you are. His woman.

"Oh, did she now? That's lovely, darling."

His voice remains gentle, though his lips curve into a smirk as he turns back to you, his purple eyes filled with affection. He whispers softly, so only you can hear.

"I'm looking forward to dinner, dear. I'm famished."

You kiss his cheek softly, and your daughter giggles at the display of affection between her parents.

"I can imagine, love. Dinner is ready. Should we have a bit of...adult juice as well?"

A sly smirk tugs at the corners of his lips as he hums quietly, your kiss lingering on his cheek. At your suggestion, he leans in and murmurs into your ear, his voice a gentle, seductive whisper.

"Of course. You know how thirsty I always am when I come home to you, dearest."

His soft growl against your earlobe makes you twitch.

"I didn't even mean it that way.."

Your daughter lifts her head, her eyes wide with curiosity. "What is adult juice?"

He chuckles softly, his lips brushing against your ear before he turns to his daughter, his smirk still in place, though more appropriate for the little one.

"Adult juice is for adults only, little darling. Some things are just for grown-ups, yes?"

Your daughter puffs her cheeks, making them look even more pinchable.

His smirk widens, his voice low and just for your ears.

"But you like it when I'm naughty, don't you, dear?"

You whisper back, "I live for it."

His smirk broadens at your response, a glimmer of playful mischief in his eyes.

"Daddy, I know what adult chewwy juice is," your daughter says, her tone confident.

He turns to her, chuckling softly. "That's right, little one. Daddy does enjoy some 'adult cherry juice' now and then."

You smile at your chatty daughter.

Children are indeed adorable when they think they've figured something out on their own.

"Why don't you show Daddy your pictures while I set the dinner table, darling?"

Fyodor gently shifts her to the floor and pats her head affectionately.

"Yes, go on, show me your pictures, darling."

Your little daughter runs off with adorable giggles-the sweet, gentle sound she inherited from you.

As soon as she's out of sight, you softly brush your lips against your husband's.

"My love..."

Fyodor hums lowly, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close, his purple gaze locking onto yours. His sly smirk returns as he whispers, his voice thick with affection and hidden desire.

"Mhm...? What is it, my love?"

"I missed you..."

You place a soft kiss at the corner of his lips. He leans into it, an almost inaudible sigh escaping as he feels your touch.

His grip tightens around your waist, drawing you even closer.

"You've already said that, my dearest," he murmurs, his voice tinged with playful mock annoyance.

“I'm afraid you're making me lose my mind.." You give him another soft kiss.

"Oh? Well, l'd love to make you lose it entirely.."

His smirk fades into a knowing smile as he leans closer, his lips brushing against your ear. His grip on you is firm, possessive.

His voice drops to a whisper, thick with temptation and seduction.

Your daughter runs into the expansive hall, her little feet pattering against the polished floor as she holds five papers in her hand, each one scribbled and painted in a chaotic mix of colors that match the stains on her fingers.

Fyodor turns his head slowly towards the little one, his arm around you not loosening in the slightest. A rare smile touches his lips—a softer, warmer expression than his usual smirk, yet his eyes gleam with a hint of calculation, as though every interaction is part of a grander design.

“Ah, here you are, darling. Will you show me your pretty pictures now?” His voice is warm, but there's an underlying tone that suggests he's fully aware of the effect his attention has on her.

“Yes, Daddy! Look, this is our famiwy and the willowies in the garden!” she exclaims, tugging at his hand with a gentle insistence, signaling that she wants to be scooped up again.

“I'll be setting up the table, my loves,” you announce.

Fyodor briefly shifts his gaze to you, his expression almost unreadable, but the glint in his eyes betrays a silent acknowledgment of your importance in this carefully crafted domestic scene.

Obeying his daughter’s wordless request, he scoops her up into his arms, giving her a slight twirl to elicit the giggles he knows she’ll produce. He looks at the pictures she proudly displays, and his expression softens—though there’s a knowing quality to it, as if he’s subtly guiding her development even now.

“Ah, I love the pictures. You’ve made them so pretty, sweetheart. And look at all the…”

He falls silent for a moment, as if carefully calculating the perfect word, then makes his decision in the span of a brief second and continues speaking in a warm tone.

“…willowies… do you know why they’re called ‘weeping willows’?”

You move to the enormous kitchen with a fond smile, hearing your daughter’s giggles as she explains her drawings while you set the table. It’s refreshing to observe Fyodor, who is usually so calculating, taking the time to gently, yet meticulously, engage with your daughter.

For a man of his intellect, the depth of his involvement in these small, everyday moments is a testament to his commitment. It’s a pity he had to keep so much of his brilliance to himself before meeting you, his love, his soul, and the treasure of your daughter.

Fyodor continues to listen to your daughter’s explanations, his gaze periodically shifting to you, as if calculating the perfect moment to acknowledge your presence. The little girl’s giggles are like music to him, a perfect harmony in his otherwise strategic, carefully crafted side.

She embodies everything he values, a perfect blend of you and him.

After a few moments, he focuses his attention back on his daughter, his voice gentle but with a sharpness that suggests he’s mentally analyzing every word.

“That’s lovely, darling. You’re such a wonderful little artist, just like your mommy.”

The little one pouts, her expression mirroring yours almost too perfectly. “Daddy, you’re always pwaising Mommy. I did this all alone.”

Fyodor’s smirk returns, filled with affection and a touch of calculated charm. “But of course, darling. Daddy admires his wife immensely.”

His chuckle is soft, almost analytical, as he teases while poking her pouting cheeks.

“And I’m very impressed that you did it all on your own. Though, you can’t blame me for seeing you and Mommy as similar; after all, you do look so much like her.”

Her wide eyes make you chuckle in the kitchen. She’s adorable, and even though Fyodor insists she resembles you, it’s clear she has inherited many traits from him as well.

Her keen attention to detail and quick grasp of concepts remind you of Fyodor’s sharp mind. Aesthetically, she resembles you—a soft, innocent face paired with deep violet eyes. She’s a beautiful blend of you two, a divine gift crowning your marriage.

After a while of chatting, the adorable conversation turned to your marriage.

“Daddy and Mommy are...mawwied?! Why are you mawwied to my mommy?!”

Fyodor lets out a quiet, knowing laugh at her innocent question. His response is gentle, yet the precision of his words reveals the depth of his affection and his strategic nature.

“Yes, Daddy and Mommy are married, sweetheart. It means we love and care for each other very much, and we made a promise to spend our lives together.”

A hint of teasing in his tone as he adds, “And I’m married to your mommy because I love her very much. Why wouldn’t I?”

It’s heartwarming to see someone like Fyodor, usually so analytical and superior, lowering himself to meet your daughter’s level. His carefully strengthened ability to express his love so openly is one of the greatest blessings of your life.

“But now I can’t mawwy Mommy…”

Fyodor’s soft laugh is filled with amusement, his enjoyment evident in the way he engages with her innocent questions. He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a gentle, deliberate drawl as he offers a warm smile.

It’s clear to you that your little daughter thinks "marriage" means sharing a bed with someone. And it’s no secret that she loves slipping between the two of you whenever she has bad dreams.

“Ah, so that’s what you want? Well, I’m afraid you can’t marry Mommy, darling, because we’re already married.”

He raises an eyebrow, giving her a playful look as if weighing his next words carefully.

Your little daughter huffs, her face troubled. “That doesn’t fit into what I imagined... I have to think again now.”

In moments like these, she sounds so much like her father, forming complex thoughts far beyond her years. Fyodor chuckles again, genuinely amused, as he gently pokes her cheeks and holds her close. His voice is warm and patient, his affection for her evident.

“Don’t worry, you have plenty of time to come up with new ideas.”

He ruffles her hair affectionately, adding teasingly, “But I’m afraid I’ve already claimed Mommy for myself.”

You smile fondly at the sight of your husband and daughter. “My loves, dinner is ready.”

Fyodor turns towards you, still holding their little one. His expression softens at the sight of you, and he smiles with a touch of calculated contentment.

“Ah, good. I was getting hungry already.”

“Did you tell Daddy what we did in the garden today?” you ask as you finish setting the table.

Fyodor’s curiosity is piqued, even though he can guess correctly; he turns his gaze back to your daughter, a glimmer of strategic interest in his eyes. He hums in anticipation, eyebrows raised.

“Tell me, darling, what did Mommy and you do in the garden today?”

“Oh, we saw a mister squiwwel and collected cheshnus…”

Her adorable mispronunciation makes you chuckle softly. You kiss her cheek affectionately as you help her into her baby chair.

Fyodor smiles, clearly amused by her little mistake. His gaze shifts to you, filled with fondness, as he watches you kiss her. He chuckles gently at her words.

“Ah, a squirrel and chestnuts, you say? That sounds exciting, darling.”

His voice is warm and engaging before he adds, his gaze returning to their daughter, “Did you have fun collecting them?”

“Mommy and I painted them pink and purple…”

Fyodor’s eyebrows raise in genuine surprise at the mention of her colorful modifications. He chuckles softly, his voice curious and slightly teasing.

“How creative. Did the mister squirrel enjoy that too?”

You chat for a while, sitting at the dining table and enjoying a wholesome family dinner. Before you begin eating, you gather around with Fyodor and your daughter to offer a heartfelt prayer.

It's a moment of quiet reflection, where Fyodor’s usual calculating demeanor gives way to a deep sense of gratitude. As you hold hands and offer thanks, the warmth and love of the family moment are palpable.

You gaze at your husband with deep affection, your eyes and soul reflecting the love you share. The prayer marks the culmination of your shared day, a beautiful blend of affection and spiritual connection, making the family dinner even more meaningful.

[justporo]

A/N: So a little while back on a Discord server something came up about nosebleeds and my head immediately went: haha, Astarion would surely lick that off his partner face no matter that it's kinda disgusting. So have creechur Astarion and also my first official piece for my babygirl Fox!

Pairing: Astarion/Fox(Fem!Tav) Wordcount: 1,2k Warnings: blood and Astarion being a little weirdo about it

Nosebleeds

The fight had been vicious. Everyone in the group had taken a good beating but this time Fox had gotten the worst of it. When Shadowheart had been struck down she had had no other choice but to move from her ranged position to help her friend - resulting in having been beaten and sliced by one of the several Bhaalites the group had been fighting.

At least now it was done with no major losses. Fox looked a little worse for wear but she insisted that she had been roughed up worse before on the streets of Baldur’s Gate as Karlach helped her up and she tried to rub some of the grime and gore off of herself.

It was no help though: blood and dirt was all over her and her red brown hair and she was holding her side - obviously more hurt than she wanted to acknowledge.

Astarion quickly rushed over to her, catching her in his arms before she could stumble to the ground again. There was honest concern in his eyes. The rest of the group took a step back - they very graciously gave the fresh couple their moment. Although - as some of them seemed to say with their glances - they got these moments fairly often.

“Darling, are you sure you can keep going like this?” the vampire asked with an arched eyebrow. Fox scoffed at him and immediately tried to brush him off. She was used to hiding pain and weakness as growing up as an urchin on the streets of this city.

And it was a habit that died hard even with a bunch of people around her caring about her. Too deep ingrained were the manners of acting like a lone survivor.

Astarion rolled his eyes a little, knowing how his beloved absolutely hated being told what to do - and knowing it was even harder for her to accept help.

But she definitely needed a break and maybe Halsin would have to patch her up a little as well. So he would have to resort to other options to convince her. Thankfully by now Astarion had a bit of experience on how to make her take an offered supportive hand.

“My heart,” he began again, cupping Fox’s face and running his thumbs over her cheeks and the freckles there, “you’ll scare all of our targets right off if you keep walking around looking like this.”

“Looking like what?” Fox immediately responded, squinting silver eyes at her vampire, pursing her lips.

Astarion clicked his tongue and waved one hand up and down her form with a pitiful look on his face: “Disgusting, darling.”

Fox swatted his arm - hard - with almost all of her remaining power. “That’s no way to talk to a lady,” she scolded the vampire, sticking a finger into his face but a grin already played on her lips. Somewhere behind her Lae’zel could be heard moaning at the interaction between the two lovers.

“Usually you do the best to claim that you’re anything but a lady, my sweet. You can’t just choose to be and be treated like one whenever it pleases you,” Astarion said and clicked his tongue, lifting one eyebrow again in judgment.

“Tsk, you’re just afraid to be seen with me like this,” Fox gave back a little more weakly. Her injuries really were draining her, it was easily seen now. Astarion tightened his grip on her slightly. His haughty expression dropped, allowing for true and honest concern to fill his crimson eyes. Carefully he moved his hand to brush back a single strand of hair out of the smaller wood elf’s face. She smiled back at him at the gentle gesture.

But there was still a little mischievous sparkle in his crimson eyes. He leaned his forehead against Fox’s.

“Maybe I am,” he whispered and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. (More moaning from Lae’zel.)

Fox heaved a dramatic sigh after the vampire broke the kiss. “Well then,” she said “can’t have the lovely nobleman walk around with a miserable, disgusting wretch on his arm, eh?”

“Ah, thank you so much for understanding, Fox my love,” the vampire responded and cupped her cheek again to press another kiss onto her lips while he wrapped his other arm around her, allowing her to kind of melt into him.

This time though it was interrupted when Fox felt something warm and wet run down her lip. Her nose had begun to bleed. Probably another consequence of the vicious fight that had just ended.

Fox tore away from Astarion, immediately going to wipe her face with the back of her hand as she felt blood already run down her lips and chin. But with his roguish dexterity Astarion was much quicker: he grabbed hold of Fox’s wrists then moved in again as if going for another kiss. But in fact he licked up the fresh blood running down her face - making a little show of it too. Making sure not a single drop of fresh blood went to waste.

Lae’zel’s moaning turned into outright retching noises - joined by some cackling from Karlach and Halsin and comments on how the vampire should keep his gnarly tongue in his mouth by Shadowheart. Gale and Wyll just looked a little startled by what they had to observe out on the open street.

Astarion ended by licking over your lips, making it a lot more lascivious than it had to be and thereby drawing a playful smile from his partner. He ended the whole act with another kiss which Fox quickly deepened, tasting her own blood on the tip of the vampire’s tongue when she pulled him a little closer. Astarion gave a little content hum, intrigued by how the smaller elf had quickly become prone to very public displays of affection - she had learned terribly quickly from him.

She drew back after some more heartbeats. “Maybe a bath and some rest would actually be nice,” she murmured and smiled at Astarion in a way that was clearly asking if he would be joining her.

The vampire’s face lit up knowing he had broken her defiance to a much needed rest. Astarion gave her a smile that answered her unasked question as well as being filled with love and affection.

But before she could turn away so they could make their way back to the Elfsong, the vampire grabbed her face again.

“Wait, love, you still have a little something there,” he murmured and leaned back in to run his tongue over her face again, catching another streak of blood - directly under her nose.

Fox’s nose scrunched up as Astarion now licked the rest of the blood off her rather as if he was a cat trying to clean a kitten. She softly struggled against it but the rogue had her face firmly in his hands and he made sure nothing was left behind.

“Astarion! For someone who just called me disgusting you really have double standards,” the wood elf moaned and pushed her vampire off her finally with her fingers splayed over his face. But it was too late anyway: Astarion ran his tongue over his lips and teeth, fangs glistening before he laughed and and carefully looped an arm around his injured partner.

“Don’t worry, darling, we can be dirty and disgusting together as soon as we are in the privacy of a tub at the Elfsong,” he lewdly promised in a low voice.

Fox laughed and bumped him with her hip. The rest of the group simply were in different stages of burying their faces in their hands for having to put up with the two love doves.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Ok, hi I'm here with a weird request that will probably get denied, but here we go!

Father!muzan and father!akaza (seperate please) with a daughter (around middle school age) who's in volleyball, and one day comes home in tears, crying about how a girl on the team yelled at her for missing a shot, and you can see how hard she tried, face flushed, body covered in sweat, redness from where she hit the ball, even a red patch on her face from where she took a ball to the face. She's really upset and comes home, mumbling a weak hello while choking on tears.

Ok that's just been in my head for a while sorry if it's odd or unable to be written 😭 have a great dayyy!!

Father Akaza?! That’s soooo cool! I definitely wanna try this! I assume this is also a modern/Kimetsu Academy-like AU! I’ve been doing a lot of those lately

Kibutsuji Muzan

Muzan drew away the hot ceramic rim of the coffee mug as he noticed the way his precious little daughter, you stomped into the room, dropping your school bag helplessly as tired tears flooded your poor puffy eyes, stains of dark red strain over your inner forearms and one big spot over your forehead, and a layer of sweat draped your skin. You looked as if you ran several laps at the Olympics and you felt tired enough to faint, your day was awful

All of it indicated your intense efforts but it was truly a waste at the end of the day

Sitting up from the dinner table besides the kitchen, Muzan ignored his half-drunken coffee on his spot at the table to approach his beloved babygirl. Gently sobbing under your breath and hiccuping a bit louder, your head raised up when Muzan begun to pat through your hair to do his best to comfort you, his free arm circling around your back to pull you into his chest for a warm cuddly embrace your dear father was very well known for in your household. He will always protect you

As you choked through a helpless sob and felt your father’s gentle hands comb over your swollen cheeks, you managed to force out a weak and saddened “hello”. Muzan gently pulled you to the room’s comfy elegant couch and in the most empathetic voice he could possibly manage, he asked you what the problem was. Had you been kicked out? Have you been held responsible for something that broke? For so long, you have absolutely loves Volleyball and if you have been wronged, Muzan will simply flip

“I am so sorry, my darling. I am here to look after you and support you. I will talk to your coach about that horrible team yelling at you for just a shot”

Soyama Hakuji [Akaza]

Hakuji pressed his throbbing beefy leg down with a heavy sigh as he ran a hand through his dark pink hair, his wooden pane floor scattered with clouds of shew cotton and the training bag before him was tainted with big holes from each kick and punch he threw at it. His attention was averted from controlling his heavy breathing to the alarming swing of his house’s front doors. He hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to his beloved daughter ever since she left and he was looking forward to hearing about her club practice

Hakuji was so excited to see his precious volleyball champion again after school

Stopping in place, his eyes wanted to erase the image it was showing him. His precious daughter, you, stumbling into the warm familiar household and throwing your schoolbag on the floor carelessly, your cheeks are bright red alongside a dark patch on your forehead and long patches of your inner forearms. Your face was drenched in puffiness and thick heartbroken tears

What happened? He rushed to you as you clutched your fists to your chest like your heart was trying to jump out. He knew well that some kids in your school were mean, did you get bullied? Hakuji needed to know as he gently takes your balled shivering grippers and pressed a kiss over the knuckles one by one, his own heart cracking at each loud sob and choke on a hiccup that you let out. He will never let anything hurt you anymore as he softly asks you what the problem is

“The team yelled at you for a mistake? That’s simply cruel… I’m so sorry, my angel. I’ll fix this, I promise. Just come here and hug me, I love you so much my baby”

[mlink64]

What ATEEZ would call their S/O

Hongjoong: Muse, Gem, Babe, Babygirl/boy, Pretty, Flower, My moon (paired with my star), Mi Amore,

*Side Note: I feel like Joong would be the most likely to look up pet names in other languages because he would want to call his s/o something unique (I love this concept so much that I'm probably gonna make another post just for this 🥰)

Ex. Elskede (Danish) : Beloved, Liefje (Dutch) : Little Sweet, Mia Trezoreto (Esperanto) : My Treasure, Ma/Mon Chéri/e (French) : My dear

Seonghwa: Dove, Precious, Baby, Beautiful, Darling, Sunshine, My Heart, Sweetheart

Yunho: Tiny, Babe, Sweet Pea, Duckie, Wifey/Hubby, Babygirl/boy, Sweet Cheeks

Yeosang: Darling, Bubs, Sunshine, Peach, Flower, Piglet, Dove, Sweetheart

San: Love, Babe, Darling, Star, Beautiful, Lovebug, Prince/ss, Kitten, Pretty, Wifey/Hubby

Mingi: Angel, Love, Sweet, Beautiful, Dumpling, Mi Amore, Sexy, Chickadee, Bean, Shortcake

Wooyoung: Babe, Baby, Pumpkin, Kitten, Bunny, Wifey/Hubby, Sweet potato, Sexy, Pretty

Jongho: Prince/ss, Petal, Sunshine, Little Bird, Lamb, Cutie, Bug, Pretty, Honey

[everyones-least-favorite-bard]

waugh! @solcarow got my ass 10 fandoms/10 characters/10 tags

ty for the tag beloved <3333

1) orv - gotta be han sooyoung my evil terrible wife with her big horrible evil heart

2) dc - hiiiii minhkhoa khan helloooo horrible awful emotionally repressed man get his as in therapy stat!!!! i want to put him in a microwave

3) star wars - anakin skywalker <3 little tragic figure babygirl i would like to make him commit more crimes actually i think he didnt do enough

4) ace attorney - PENIS WRITE!!! FREAKZOID OF A MAN

5) jjba - basic bitch answer but kujo jotaro!!! marine biology loser boy he is my princess i put him through incalculable horrors

6) fmab - edward elric my darling boy. my son. i miss him i need to watch fmab again (<-watched fmab not three months ago)

7) gekkan shoujo nozaki kun - its gotta be hori masayuki man. believes hes the most hinged but is in fact perhaps the most freak of them all. but tbh you could say that about any of the main cast, ,,

8) great pretender - LAURENT THIERRY HORRIBLE HORRIBLE TRASH MAN I HATE HIM HE SUCKS HE OCCUPIES INCALCULABLE TIME IN MY THOUGHTS

9) sandman - (i am aware this overlaps w dc shhhhh it counts i swear) death. i rewatch ep 6 of the show like once a week minimum.

10) hxh - gon! love that lil guy im putting him in a petri dish and studying him with a microscope

gyeaugh 10 tags. uh. @buqbite @controlaltdelete-my-existence @toast-of-eden @kuroko99 @harpieisthecarpie @rusquared @clockwards @noparg @not-a-kelpie @macaronijail06 dont feel obligated to participate it is merely A Game beloveds

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member loses her stuffed dinosaur ft Girls' Generation's Tiffany as GF

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that my friend LyraHarris6 who gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: Hi its me again. I want to request can you do where y/n is dating Tiffany snsd and y/n lost her favourite stuff dinosaur and throw a tantrum and the members call Tiffany and she came right away to the dorm to calm you down and help you find it. Thank you and love you ❤️

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The TWICE dorm was bustling with activity on a typical sunny afternoon in Seoul. Laughter and chatter filled the air as the members went about their various activities. Y/N, the group's 10th and youngest member, was in her room, frantically searching for something.

Y/N - Where is it? Where did I put it?

The maknae kept muttering to herself, her brows furrowed in frustration.

The object of her search was her beloved stuffed dinosaur, a plush toy that had been with her since she was a child. It was her comfort item, the one thing that always made her feel safe and happy. But now, it seemed to have disappeared.

Y/N's girlfriend, Tiffany from Girls' Generation, had often teased her about her attachment to the dinosaur. Tiffany found it endearing, and she understood the sentimental value it held for her girl. They had been dating for a few months, and Tiffany had quickly become an important part of TWICE's angel's life.

As the younger girl continued to search her room, her frustration grew. She had already turned the place upside down, and there was no sign of her precious dinosaur.

Y/N - Where could it be?

She mumbled, on the verge of tears. TWICE's sunshine had a busy schedule, and the thought of facing the world without her beloved stuffed animal was making her anxious.

In the living room, the other TWICE members exchanged worried glances as they heard Y/N's distressed murmurs. They had all grown fond of their sugar and knew how much the dinosaur meant to her.

Sana, one of the closest members to the girl, finally spoke up. 

Sana - Maybe we should call Tiffany unnie. She might know where it is.

The suggestion seemed to be a lifeline to Y/N. She immediately grabbed her phone and dialled Tiffany's number, her hands trembling with anxiety.

Tiffany, who was at the SNSD dorms working on some solo projects, answered on the first ring.

Tiffany - Hello, babygirl. What's up?

The voice on the other side of the line quivered as Tiffany listened attentively.

 Y/N - Baby, I can't find my dinosaur! I've looked everywhere, and it's just gone. I don't know what to do.

Tiffany's heart ached at the distress in Y/N's voice. She knew just how much that stuffed dinosaur meant to her girlfriend. 

Tiffany - Don't worry, sweet girl. I'll be right there. We'll find it together, okay?

TWICE's lovebug let out a shaky breath, feeling a bit of relief. 

Y/N - Thank you, my love. I love you.

Tiffany - I love you too, boo. I'll be there soon! 

Tiffany reassured her before hanging up.

The TWICE members watched as Y/N hung up the phone, her expression a mix of anxiety and anticipation. They knew that Tiffany was the only one who could calm her down in a situation like this.

True to her word, Tiffany arrived at the TWICE dorm in record time. She was greeted by a tearful Y/N at the door, who immediately threw her arms around her girlfriend.

Tiffany hugged her darling tightly, whispering soothing words in her ear. 

Tiffany - It's going to be okay, my heart. We'll find your dinosaur, I promise.

Y/N pulled away, her eyes red from crying. 

Y/N - I don't know where to start, Tiffany. I've looked everywhere. *pouts*

Tiffany smiled gently and took her girl's hand.

Tiffany - Let's start by retracing your steps. When was the last time you saw it?

The younger girl thought for a moment. 

Y/N - I had it with me last night while we were watching a movie in the living room. I remember snuggling with it on the couch.

Tiffany - Okay, let's check the living room first. *nodding*

They walked into the living room together, and Y/N's eyes scanned the room in desperation. But there was no sign of the dinosaur.

Y/N's voice quivered as she spoke next.

Y/N - It's not here, Tiffany. I don't understand where it could have gone. *sobs*

Tiffany remained calm and composed, determined to help her precious girlfriend find her cherished possession. 

Tiffany - Let's check your room one more time, just to be sure.

They returned to the SMC's room and began searching once more. Tiffany carefully looked under the bed and in the closet, while Y/N checked her nightstand and the bookshelf.

As Y/N reached out to pull open a drawer, she let out a gasp of surprise. 

Y/N - Tiffany, look!

She held up the stuffed dinosaur triumphantly. It had been hidden under a pile of clothes in the drawer.

Tiffany couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her sunflower's joyful expression. She pulled her into a tight hug. 

Tiffany - I'm so glad we found it, baby.

Y/N clung to Tiffany, tears of relief streaming down her cheeks. 

Y/N - Thank you, darling. I don't know what I would have done without you.

Tiffany pressed a tender kiss to Y/N's forehead. 

Tiffany - You never have to worry about that, hon. I'll always be here for you.

The TWICE members, who had been waiting anxiously in the living room, let out a collective sigh of relief when they saw their youngest and Tiffany emerge from the bedroom, the stuffed dinosaur safely in their dongsang's arms.

Nayeon, as one of the older members and Y/N's mom, felt the need to tease them.

Nayeon - I guess Tiffany unnie is the hero of the day, huh?

Tiffany chuckled and hugged Y/N tighter. 

Tiffany - Just doing my duty as Y/N's girlfriend.

Y/N's face turned a shade of pink as she buried her face in Tiffany's shoulder. The members' teasing only made her feel more grateful for the love and support she had in her life.

As the evening continued, Y/N held onto her stuffed dinosaur, feeling more secure than ever. She knew that no matter what challenges she faced, everything would be okay if she had Tiffany by her side.

The TWICE sisters watched the couple with warm smiles, knowing they were witnessing a love that was as enduring and comforting as Y/N's beloved stuffed dinosaur. And this made them only have one thought:

We love our dear maknae.

A/N: I’m sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there’s something wrong, ty for reading <3

[idolish7imagines]

hi! could i request what names/terms of endearment nagi, yamato, mitsuki, and gaku would call their s/o? thank you so much!

Nagi, Mitsuki, Yamato and Gaku's terms of endearment for their s/o

A/N: yes good I love discussing terms of endearment

Nagi Rokuya

Prince/Princess

Honey

Beloved

My love

My heart

Dearest

Darling

Mitsuki Izumi

Shortened version of your name

Hon(ey)

Sweetie

Probably some kind of pastry you like (e.g cupcake)

Yamato Nikaido

Babe/Baby

Hon(ey)

Sweetness

Whatever is the shortened version of your name is his go-to

Hot Stuff

Shorty if you're short

Gaku Yaotome

Babe/Baby

Babygirl (unironically)

Sweetie/ sweetheart

[stephloverrrr]

Favorite pet names?

Acceptable pet names I can call you?

Oh so many.. I love pet names.

My girl. My love. My soul. My heart. My world. My everything. My baby. My babygirl. My angel. My light. My princess. My sweetheart. My beloved. My darling. My beautiful. Light of my life. My better half. Ya hayati. Mi amor. Mi cielo… essentially any of the previous ones in Spanish. Has to have the “my.”

Haha I’m not sure there’s any. I feel pet names are used by those that you’ve grown a special kind of relationship with and have some level of affectionate towards. Family, friends, lover.

[rosyfingered-moon]

2022 roundup

Watched less tv this year than probably any other year in my life because I was mostly pregnant and queasy beyond belief, but here’s a roundup of the stuff I did manage to cram. Not only kdramas, though mostly that. (I’m probably forgetting some but these are all that come to mind rn.)

The Red Sleeve: Didn’t actually finish this because of the pain, but it was so well-made. Ambitious cinematography, great storytelling and acting. Lee Se-young really gave us the range; having only seen her poised and regal in The Crowned Clown before, I loved watching her goof off in between the angsty bits. A serve.

Hyena: I normally dislike law dramas, but the leads are so mesmerizing (and so attractive) that you root for them even when they do objectively evil work. Have never seen such palpable yearning between two characters. Jung Geum-ja is the Most.

Into the Ring: Goo Se-ra my beloved! I want more romances like this: haggard social worker and the social justice gremlin whose daily complaints he has to resolve. Enjoyed every second.

Rewatch of Kingdom and Ashin of the North: Just as brilliant as the first time around. Come on Netflix, now that HBO Max is collapsing in on itself, get with that blood and gore and get to work on season 3 already. I want to see Ashin go apeshit!!

Jodhaa Akbar: Seven months later and I still get tingly thinking about this romance. Akbar dueling Jodhaa to win her back, and showering her with jasmine petals mid-fight. Hrithik Roshan and Aishwarya Rai both looking so hot it should be illegal. A soundtrack to make the sun rise even in the bleak midwinter. This was my first visit to Mughal India but not my last! (Thank you @rain-hat for the recs, you are a gift to tumblrkind!)

My Liberation Notes: Okay I was so into the first half that I cannot even tell you. It burrowed into the darkest, weariest part of me and lit a match. But I did not care for Mr. Gu’s backstory and the ensuing foray into the criminal underworld, and somewhere around there it lost its heart.

Love Between Fairy and Devil: Jam packed with tropes. A surprisingly touching and very entertaining fantasy for the Hades/Persephone girlies. Great visuals, too!

Alchemy of Souls: Speaking of great visuals! I will admit that I hop skipped my way through much of part 1. The world-building is claustrophobically boring, which is a shame because it is so charmingly costumed. I adore the premise of a villain body-swapping into a nobody. There is some good acting in this and there is also some very bad acting. I am upset with part 2 for filing the fangs off my darling Naksu, but I do admit that the dark fairytale vibe has got me hooked. (Evil mothers sewing golden thread into the bare skin of their daughters! Our hero tormented by the furies of hell! A marriage of convenience to the resident goth! I am eating it up by the spoonful.)

Stranger Things: I feel like I am in the minority here so this is probably on me, but I thought this was the least scary and also least emotionally engaging season. I think the problem horror-wise was Vecna and that they showed him too soon and too often in his campy monster makeup. All the Russia stuff was boring af, and I didn’t like that the kids were separated all season. Eddie was however a most delightful addition to the gang. Rest in power, babygirl.

First Love/Hatsukoi: I hate amnesia plots, and I don’t understand why the characters deal with it the way they do here, or why it is never resolved or even treated as something in need of resolving. However, the leads are delightful together and their chemistry is out of this world. Would happily have watched many, many more episodes of this. (I ragged on the color-coded families to my husband, before we realized we both wore the exact same shade of burgundy. So now I’ve decided that it’s cute and not weird at all.)

Things I didn’t finish, but might pick back up some day:

Business Proposal: Chaebol heirs are such a turn off that I couldn’t even finish it for my girls.

Bloody Heart: I only saw a few episodes of this because it was so difficult to find a good stream anywhere online. Goddamn Mouse gatekeeping Jang Hyuk from me!!

Under The Queen’s Umbrella: Too many princes.

[ctntduoarchive]

hello darling dearest babygirl wife beloved light of my life center of my heart etc. you know i come here with only the pure intentions which ever guide my soul to yours. however would you be a sweetheart and tell the people to crimeboys sweep here :] ok KISSES MWAH MWAH!! how have you been

HIIIIII i am very busy for the next few weeks but it has been fun ^_^ did a lot of shopping and my bank account is feeling it . anyways how are YOU .MWAH MWAH

[awwfuckno]

Got tagged by the bebz @sunflowersofme

Here are my 8 shows to get to know me!

1 . Moomins (dubbed in Finnish!) an no, not the weird 3D ones they are releasing these days, but the original ones! As a post-soviet child growing up in Eastern Europe this was pretty much the only cartoon we got our hands on and it’ll be in my heart forever!

2. another childhood fave, the og babygirls - The A-Team! I would run home from school every day (not cause a boy from class was chasing me or anything 🙄) just to watch this show and eat oldschool hot sandwiches.

3 Naruto (not Shippuden cause real Naruto fans didnt watch that ish)

LIterally the greatest thing that happened in late middle school. We would watch it online at home with Val and talk about it at school. My greatest accomplishment in life is that I finished watching the series before Val and she got super upset about it!

4. QUEER AS FOLK! My coming of age series, I guess. It was so crazy, I loved it!

5 Brooklyn 99 - the ultimate comfort show. I love to have it playing in the background while drawing/doing crosswords

6. White Christmas/Sweet Home/Strangers From Hell, my beloved crazy Korean horror shows 🥰

7. American Horror Story - esp The Freakshow season

8. KinnPorsche/ITSAY/Not Me/Project S:SOS and Project SOS: Side by Side- my darlings Thai dramas

I’m tagging my mutuals @haahka @thot-atelier @kwanfairy