#мое солнышко

[kasha-malasha]

девочка - золотая рыбка

[m0onless]

но ты здесь, и мир становится не таким уж и невыносимым.

౨ৎ ౨ৎ ౨ৎ

[altorinaart]

Нарисовала мое AUшное Солнышко. Так хочется уместить на ладошки и прижать к сердечку

[mimicmimikyuwrites]

I Love You's - (W/ America, Russia, England, Canada) x GN!Reader

Summary: Little fluffy scenarios where some of my favorite nations tell a gn!reader "I love you" 💕

Contents/Possible Warnings: Lots of fluff, kinda angsty tho for a lot of them, hurt with comfort, gn!reader

America (Alfred F. Jones)

He never thought he'd fall in love. It wasn't something Alfred avoided, but it also wasn't something he ever sought out. He had accomplished a lot in the relatively short period he had been around, he was still young and had opportunities to chase, and with that, he never imagined he'd have the time for romance. Still, things happened and now you were here with him, and there wasn't a happier man in the entirety of the world. With you beside him, he couldn't ask for anything better.

You were beautiful, so beautiful; both inside and out. Your hair was soft, your eyes captivated him, you understood him entirely, you loved him! He could go on forever, gushing about his awesome partner. You were the definition of perfection to him, flawed or not. He was head over heels.

"Love attack!" He nearly shouted while you were watching a movie with him in the living room one night, cupping your face in his hands as he began to pepper it with kisses. It startled you, but you loved it. One thing you adored about him was how he never tried to hide his affections. He was in love, and he'd be damned if he didn't show it.

You giggled, lightly pushing on his chest as he kissed every part of your face he could, now laughing himself. He kissed your forehead, your now reddened cheeks, your nose, and your cheeks again. When he was done he pulled back, grinning at the sight of your flustered, but happy expression.

"You missed, silly," you smiled playfully, pulling him back in before kissing him sweetly, satisfied hums escaping you both. You loved him, and you made sure to convey that with every movement of your lips together.

"I love you," He said between kisses. "My honey, my love, my baby, my sweetheart, my everything." It was true, you were his everything. He didn't want to live fast anymore, jumping at every opportunity, not when his most important one was right in front of him, and had such kissable lips, too.

Russia (Ivan Braginsky)

It was a well-known fact to those who had ever visited that Russia's house was more than just cold. It was freezing, something which you still weren't used to, even after all the years you had spent living with him. It got even colder during the night, and blankets could only do so much.

Ivan always hated the cold, the connection between it and the isolation he had endured throughout his life unable to be undone. Things were different now, though. He had you with him, someone to warm his heart, especially during those frigid nights he had dreaded so much.

"Ivan," you called out to him from the bed, wrapped up in multiple thick blankets that seemed to do nothing to keep you from shivering. "Come to bed, дорогой" You spoke with a tired smile, the last word making him melt as it left your mouth. 'Darling,' you had called him in his native tongue. He was your darling.

As he slipped into your shared bed with you he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, his eyes closed in relaxation and bliss as he nuzzled his face into your hair. You made him feel warm, and that's all he ever truly wanted out of life. Someone to love, and someone to love him back.

"я тебя люблю." He mumbled against you, smiling softly. "мое солнышко." You were his sunshine, a ray of light shining through despite the clouds. He moved his head out of your hair and leaned down, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. "Promise me you'll never leave," he told you, caressing your cheek gently. To anyone else, that would've sounded like a demand, but to you it was a request for comfort.

"I'm not going anywhere," You reassured him, kissing his cheek. "I love you, Ivan. With all of my heart. я тебя люблю."

England (Arthur Kirkland)

Having done so much throughout his history, Arthur savored quiet moments, even if they were little ones. The moments when he wasn't busy, and the moments when he wasn't plagued with the harsh realities of the world. His favorite moments, however, involved you.

You were kinder than anyone else he had ever met in his centuries of being alive, a true angel. You were his everything, the love of his life, so much so that he wondered how he had gone so long without you. When you were with him he didn't feel so distant from everyone else; he felt wanted.

You were curled up next to him on the couch, your arms wrapped around him as you leaned your head against his shoulder, simply enjoying his company while a television show neither of you were paying much attention to played in the background.

The one bad thing about these quiet moments was the rare opportunity for his mind to drift into places, or more so memories, that he'd rather not think about. He had fought with so many people throughout his life, some of which he had cherished. In the end, everyone left him, sooner or later, a distance soon growing. Were you the next one to leave...? What if you two had an argument one day, and you decided you couldn't stand being around him anymore? What if he—

"Arthur," your voice reached his ears, tone gentle and soft. Then, your hand came forward to cup his face, carefully turning his head towards you. "You're overthinking again, love." You frowned, making an observation. "Do you want to talk about it?" He shook his head.

"No. It's nothing we haven't already discussed." He replied, smiling at you sadly. "It's my own insecurities, nothing you need to worry about, dear." With this, your frown grew before you leaned in, kissing him lovingly.

"I love you," He muttered against your lips, emerald green eyes looking into yours with an adoration reserved only for you. "I love you so much." He meant it with every part of his being. Even with his fears, deep down, he knew you wouldn't abandon him, because you loved him with every part of your being, too.

Canada (Matthew Williams)

He was used to being forgotten. Always the quiet one, he was easily overlooked, even by those closest to him. Honestly, he didn't know how he managed to start dating you, or get you to notice he was there. To him, he wasn't anything special, just maple leaves and the friend of a bear who barely knew who he was. He didn't deserve you.

"Matthew," You smiled at him one morning over breakfast. "I've been practicing my French recently, thought it'd be useful, y'know? Can I speak to you a bit and get your feedback? I'm not too good at it yet..."

He nodded, returning your smile. You were so smart, so clever, so cute. You were always trying to learn new things, especially when it came to him and his nation. You never forget about him, you were so sweet, so unique, and he was just... himself.

"Hmm..." You hummed in faux contemplation, acting like you were trying to remember what you were going to say. You knew exactly what was on your mind. "Why don't I start with a pretty common phrase? Je t'iame." He blushed at your words. You told him that every day without fail, but hearing it in French felt different somehow, more meaningful in a way.

"Y-You said it excellently." He stuttered out, heart racing as you looked into his amethyst eyes, a gleam of admiration for him in your own.

"Ooh! Let me try out another phrase, then," You grinned, leaning forward slightly over the table. "These ones are a bit more complicated. Tu es l’amour de ma vie. Tu es mon âme sœur," the words poured out from your lips, the sound like music to his ears. You said it perfectly, how long had you been practicing? You must've put in a lot of effort...

"Woah!" You gasped, standing up from your seat at the sight of small tears welling up in his eyes. You rushed over to him, holding his face gently in your hands as your thumbs wiped away his tears. "I didn't mean to make you cry—"

He sniffled, standing up to wrap you in a tight embrace. "I don't deserve you," He whispered, voice shaky. He was happy, so happy. He loved you, and he'd never stop. "Je t’aime de tout mon cœur," he told you with love, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he did so. "I love you with all my heart," he clarified with a small chuckle after you shot him a confused look.

"How do I say that, but back to you?" You questioned, tilting your head slightly in curiosity. Adorable, you were beyond adorable. He chuckled again, answering you only but kissing you lovingly. He'd teach you soon enough, but for now, he was focused on expressing his love for you in ways that involved less French.

[97keanu]

desperately wanting john wick to whisper filthy things to me in russian

*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳I love this idea nonnie ! I have decided to do a list of phrases I've found + what scenario John would say them to you, disclaimer: I do not speak Russian, but I've tried to go beyond using just Google translate and the like, but there still may be discrepancies, please forgive ʚ♥︎ɞ

Tags/CW: rope bunny, Dom!JW, Sub!Reader, bratty!reader, bdsm-esque, reader tries to Dom JW, reader on top, teasing, denial, dirty talk.

Зайка моя ("My bunny"): John calls you this the most, he loves the idea of you being his little bunny, and he also likes that he can get away with calling you something so cute because you have no idea at first what he's saying. Light teasing from you when you find out he's been calling you his "bunny" for so long:

"Oh, so if I'm your little bunny, does that make you the big bad wolf?" You say with a smile, teasing John for his pet name for you.

"Oh yes, yes it does..." John plays along, moving close enough to you that he grab you from behind and pull you close.

"Don't forget that wolves bite, Зайка моя..." His teeth nibble at your neck before dragging you, who's giggling from all the attention, off to the bedroom.

мое солнышко ("My sunshine"): John calls you this after sex the most, or only in the most tender of cases. He really does believe you are his own personal ball of sun. He hasn't felt this happy in so long, and upon meeting you, he knows that you are the light in his life. John doesn't mind if you know it, either. He calls you his sun in English as well, but when you two are cuddled up, the night settling in, John will sleepily call you "мое солнышко".

моя принцесса ("My princess"): John uses this one almost exclusively when you're being a brat, typically in bed. He calls you this half sarcastically, half because he really will do anything to please you.

"What are you going to do, make me, John?" You tease him when he tries to command you. You really shouldn't have done that.

"Careful, моя принцесса, you know what happens when you tease me." Johns voice is trying to be gruff, but he also loves seeing you have fun. Only after a few more bratty comments does he finally show his princess how she really needs to be treated.

шлюха ("whore") / шлюшка(diminutive "little whore"): John uses this one often, forgetting himself while he's fucking you. You know this one too well, and when he says it, you love how degrading it sounds. He tells you most while he holds the back of your head roughly down on his cock how much you look like a "шлюшка" to him. He eventually teaches you how to say it as well:

"I won't let you cum until you tell me what you are..." John has his hands skillfully playing with your pussy while you're all tied up in a little bow for him on the bed. You know what he wants, but don't want to give in. His hands move just perfectly so you get so close, but stop just before then. Your moans echo through the room.

"I'll wait, we can play this game forever, love." John knows you know this to be true, he works his big hands inside you harder now, and you can barely sputter the phrase out.

"Yes, please! I'm your шлюха, your шлюшка!" You cry out as John finishes you, your body writhing in it's restraints. John looks so pleased with you for saying it correctly.

"Good girl." He says as he begins to help you calm down.

Для меня ты ведешь себя как маленькая шлюха ("You're acting like such a little whore for me." Literally: "To me, you are acting like a little whore.")

John says this when you're particularly submissive to him. Sometimes you're a bit of a brat who wants to act like she doesn't love being John's little rope bunny, but now you're practically begging him to fuck you. You're riding his thigh, he's fully clothed but you've taken your panties off from under your dress and are making such a mess of his nice dress pants. He watches you, never revealing whether or not he will be the one to please you tonight.

"Для меня ты ведешь себя как маленькая шлюха..." He says while rolling his eyes, taking a sip of his drink and watching as you desperately try to get off on his thigh. He finally caves and puts his glass down on the side table, lifting you up and taking you to the couch where he can properly fuck you.

я хочу быть сверху("I want to be on top."):

You spend some time searching up the perfect way to tell John that you want to be on top tonight. You know he will be coming home from a long day and want to do something to please him. The brat in you also knows that John will be thrilled at you attempting "superiority" over him. When John finally gets home, he is immediately taking off his suit, ignoring how dirty and blood stained it is. He grabs you as soon as he sees you, pulling you to the nearest surface he can to fuck you, which happens to be the couch. As John's devouring your body in kisses, you say it.

"я хочу быть сверху..." You whisper and John pauses, looking at you in disbelief for a moment. First, he is impressed by how well you said the phrase, then his eyes darken with a hint of mischief.

"So you want to be on top..." He says slyly, licking his lips like a hungry wolf. "So be it, let me see how well you think you can dominate me."

"You mean it?" Your eyes light up, half of you didn't expect him to agree.

"On one condition, if you fail to fuck me correctly, I will tie you up and show you how it's done..." His voice is deep and husky with desire, and you know he's setting you up, but the idea of him tying you up later doesn't sound like a bad thing, not really. You nod and begin placing yourself on top, slowly easing up there.

You hold his cock still as you softly let it enter you, and John already has a wicked gleam in his eyes. You keep going, placing your hands on his chest and trying to ride him as if you're the one dominating him, but even at your best on top you're still submitting to his cock. John grabs his tie from the floor and you already know what he is going to do, so you place your hands out in front of you. He ties your hands up, then takes your hips and fucks you from underneath so hard the neighbors can hear it. You realise you can never dominate him, but that doesn't stop you from asking to be on top from time to time after this.

Я ХОЧУ ТЕБЯ ВНУТРИ МЕНЯ("I want you inside me.")

You learn another phrase, this one more your style. John is teasing you once more, his cock hard and slipping through your wet folds, but never entering you. You're whining, grinding your hips and bucking to try to invite him in, but your arms are all tied up behind you. He has your breasts tied as well, bringing them to perfect roundness. John reaches out and plays with your nipples, plucking at them and pulling just how you like, still not letting you feel the fullness of his cock. You are at your breaking point when you remember the phrase.

"Я ХОЧУ ТЕБЯ ВНУТРИ МЕНЯ...!" You finally moan, your back arching and your toes curling from how badly you want it. John pauses and smiles.

"Oh, you're such a good girl for asking like that." he says, before plunging his cock deep inside you, giving you what you want. You breathe out, finally able to be fucked hard like you wanted.

[harvatat]

snowing in snezhnaya || tartaglia (childe) x reader

❥ when you head to the snezhnayan outpost on the mondstadt border, you expect to be turned away, not greeted so... enthusiastically.

❥ the chief assistant, if you can call her that, introduces herself as inessa snezhnovna, and politely asks you to wait, before ushering you in a warm room and a very exhausted-looking ginger.

❥ "hello," you smile gently as inessa shuts the door behind her quietly. "that was awful brave of you. and dumb," you roll your eyes fondly, making your way to his bedside as he gives you the look of a kicked puppy.

❥ "the least you could do is praise me," he whines, looking greedily at the food you warmed up right before you entered snezhnaya. "not even master bothered to talk to me..."

❥ "poor baby," you chuckle as you blow on his food. "neither your master nor the fatui treated you well, huh? did they give you raw fish again?"

❥ "i could taste the scales." childe responds with exaggerated disgust as you laugh. "don't laugh! this is a very serious matter, солнышко!!"

❥ "mhm, i suppose it is," you nod as you fake-wipe stray tears from your eyes, childe looking at you with a gentle smile on his face. "i love you, ajax, the biggest dumdum i have ever met." you add as your lover slowly stretches a tightly bandaged hand towards your gloved one.

❥ "Я так сильно люблю тебя, мое сердце. ты вынуждаешь меня открыть слишком многое, как луна одинокому путнику." he muttered sleepily as you stroked his hair, shifting slightly to let you cuddle up against him.

i miss him. @hoyo put him in some event in natlan too pls i'm beg

солнышко || solnyshko - little sunЯ так сильно люблю тебя, мое сердце. ты вынуждаешь меня открыть слишком многое, как луна одинокому путнику.|| i love you so much my heart. you force me to reveal too much, like the moon to a lonely traveler.

[httpjupiterbby]

𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

‘𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞’ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || ‘𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞’ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐢. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢 ®

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞….𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 🥺❤️

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:18+ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫. 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲?

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4208

мое солнышко - 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

тётя - 𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐲

After that interesting and tense feeding, you both quietly moved to the living room, settling Nadia in her playpen before heading to the kitchen. You moved around in a routine as you made your breakfast. It was silent as you both ate, only speaking when you announced it was Nadia's nap time. Natasha had decided to give you a little space as you put the baby to sleep.

Once down, you tiptoed out of the room, awkwardly telling Natasha you decided to take a nap as well before hurrying to your room. Deciding to leave it alone, Natasha stayed in the living room watching the News in every country, retrying to catch up with the year.

Natasha felt something off. Her lips curled, thinking about the time she told you about this sixth sense she had, and you had declared you'd call it her spidey senses. She sat up quickly, hearing a knock on the door.

Quietly, the redhead takes careful steps toward the front door. Once closed, she carefully places her palms on the door, lifting herself up on her toes as she peeks her eye through the peephole. Is that? 

Backing up, the older woman quickly opens the door, catching the person off guard mid-knock. "Aren't you supposed to be dead?" the man asked, gawking at the woman in front of him—who raised an eyebrow at his words—before shaking his head and focusing on the reason for his visit. "Is Y/n here?"

"Why?"

"I just—please, is she here or not?" the man asked. The look on his face almost made the redhead feel bad for asking, but she'd rather be safe than sorry. I'll go get her—come in." Natasha walked off, heading to our room, not before checking on the baby. The door opened slowly as the redhead took a peep, and she shut the door once she saw the sleeping babe.

Natasha frowns, seeing a bright light shine through the bottom of the door. The door opens abruptly before Natasha can knock, starting both you and her. You put your hands on your chest as the other held a baby monitor. You let out a nervous chuckle, "Nat, you scared me."

"Sorry, um, what was?" Cutting her off quickly, you exited your room and shut the door behind you. "Who was at the door?" you asked her with a concerned look, waiting for her wife's answer.

Focusing back on why she went to you, she makes a mental note to ask you about the light later, although the way you shut your door fast tells her that she should keep it to herself: "Strange is here."

Brows scrunched in confusion as the words left Natasha's mouth, 'strange?' you questioned as a list of reasons why he'd be at your house ran through your head, "Yeah, he seemed a bit anxious," Natasha stated, not noticing the face you made - her eyes trained on the door - you walked away from her; the redhead's eyes followed you as left her alone.

Once you disappeared into the living room, Natasha could hear Strange ask, 'How is she alive?' She couldn't hear your response, though.

Huffing, she makes her way to the living room, ignoring the tension in the room as she walks in mid-conversation. A set of six eyes is trained on her as Natasha eyes one of the pair she had failed to notice with Doctor Strange. What is wrong with her? 

"Natasha, this is America Chavez."

"Hello, it's so cool to meet another Avenger." The teenage girl stood up from the couch, holding out her hand as she gave Natasha - who shook her hand - a big smile, "I've seen you in a different universe; in that one, it was the other way around. You're not dead, your-"

"America." The older man clears his throat, narrowing his eyes at the younger girl - who shoots him an apologetic smile - "Sit." He commands, and the girl does as told, shaking his head and looking between you and Natasha, "When was the last time you spoke with Wanda?"

"Not since after Westview. Why? What happened to her?" You felt your heart quicken. You hadn't seen her since that night. You'd been dying to call, but life caught up with you; you couldn't help her 24/7.

Natasha eyes her wife, who peeks a glance at her, causing you to shake the look on your face. Putting another pin in that conversation, she asks instead, "What the hell is Westview?"

"It's a long story," you and Doctor Strange say in unison; both glance at each other when the word is repeated. You told Natasha to sit down and beg and to explain where Wanda had gone after Tony's funeral. She fell into a depression after Vision died, went on to capture a town and create her own family, and was almost arrested for it.

Strange cuts in by explaining how Wanda fell into the evil side of magic. She was so open about wanting to get her kids back that the Elder God Chthon corrupted her mind.

"So let me get this straight: a God-possessed Wanda to get her kids back that she made up when she captured a whole town, and now she may or may not be crushed by a structure."

"Nat, do you have to say it like that?" Rolling your eyes at her choice of words, you cross your arms, shaking your head at the woman sitting across from you, who gives you an innocent look. "What?"

"Don't laugh with her." Turning your head towards the younger girl - who was hiding. A chuckle - coughs when caught and sits up straight, throwing another apologetic smile, "Sorry, ma'am."

Sighing, you face the Sorcerer Supreme, who is focusing back on Wanda. "So this happened what? A month ago? Why are you now telling us?"

"I couldn't locate you or Barton. It seems you've done well at your spell." The older man gives you an impressed look; there's no doubt that he didn't find you from seeing you and Clint on the News a week ago, "We didn't find a body, so we searched through it again and again, then we began searching for her, but we wanted to make sure there were any signs of her before searching for you… We're still planning on searching more since she can't possibly.." Strange searched for the words.

Natasha - who seems to have another death wish, "Disappear in sparkles?"

"Natalia." You spit, eyes narrowing so much Natasha thought a dagger would shoot out. Clearing his throat, Strange stands up, peering at the two, "We'll be on our way now; let us know immediately if you find her alive.

Gazing away from your wife, you gave the Sorcerer Supreme a sympathetic look and said, "I will, thank you."

"Of course." Is all he says, eyes fixed on the redhead and brunette - who burdens her with a million questions about Wanda. Nodding, you speak softly, "I'll walk you out..." Guiding him towards the door and walking out with him to the gate. o

Once out of earshot, you fidget with the rings on your fingers, eyes set on your wife. "Is her being alive going to cause problems?"

"Yes."

"Okay." That's all you say, breaking into a smile once the younger girl walked over to her. Goodbye, Miss America."

America smiles nervously, rocking on the heels of her foot. "Bye, ma'am." She scurries off to Strange's side, who had been in a staring competition with the redhead, "Natasha."

"Strange." Natasha raises an eyebrow, glaring at the older man, her body tense and arms crossed. Rolling your eyes, you stalk into the house. Natasha closes on your tail, shutting the door once she's in.

"I better call Clint." Is all you say before stalking off, pulling out your phone as you begin to call him, and disappearing into the kitchen; a door opening and shutting indicates to Natasha that you have walked out to the backyard. The redhead gets lost in her thoughts, processing everything that happened. Wanda may be dead; something happened to her before she tried to possess a different Wanda in a different universe so she could be with the children she supposedly has.

Natasha can feel a headache begging to take up this information. I'm sure a raccoon has sent her mail. Still, Wanda going full Exorcist wasn't exactly what she pictured happening.

"Hey."

Jumping, Natasha quickly turns, grabbing onto the hand that touched her arm, ready to flip the person; they hold out the other arm, freezing Natasha in her place, "Nat, it's me!" You watch as the redhead's eyes shift to recognition, taking you - she had been so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even hear you come in. Once you see her calm down, you unfree her, helping her balance herself, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's alright." Green eyes shift between yours, trying to look for secrets you've seemed to be keeping from her, "Before I knocked on your door, I saw a -"

A knock on the front door echos through the room, swallowing you whole. You watch Natasha's face before carefully speaking, hoping you won't express how you felt: "Clint's here."

Clenching her jaw, she narrows her eyes at you. "I'll get it." She huffs in frustration, stalking the door as you watch her open it, showing a nervous-looking Clint and a smiling Kate. "Hey."

"Come on it." Natasha throws a tight smile at the two, who glance nervously at you, scared Natasha is going to pounce on them. Their eyes beg for you to save them, but it doesn't help, as the look on your face makes them shrink more.

Huffing, you sat on the black wingback chair, crossing your legs across the other. "Sit, we don't have all day." That's all you say that makes the two scatter in and sit on the couch. Once Natasha is seated, you begin explaining everything to Clint and Kate between Westview and the dark hold, maintaining your anger, thinking about how alone Wanda was and how Clint promised to take care of her.

Sure, he had his family back, but you only had your wife and a child on the way. You put in your fifty percent, and he chose to put 100 percent on his family.

Natasha—who had been eyeing both of you—knew something was up between you two. Even during Christmas, it was easy to pick up the slight tension between you both, faking it to act as if everything was expected, but Natasha noticed the lack of words from her wife and best friend.

Though it seemed as if you and Clint were fine after that heated argument, something still bothered you, keeping you from being able to have a normal relationship with Clint again.

"So what do we do?" Clint asked, causing your eyes to roll and sneer, "I don't know, Clint. Maybe we'll try to call her or send a letter."

"Well, if Natasha came back, I'm sure Wanda made it out fine, especially with her witchy powers," Clint responds to you calmly, ignoring your attitude. Something in you spiked at his words,

"Natasha came back on a slim chance of science."

Everyone, including you, froze at your words. It got ten times worse if it wasn't tense enough already. In the corner of your eye, you could see Kate practically shrinking on the couch—however, they focus on the movement from the baby monitor, and you'd hope Natasha's spidey senses act up again.

Clearing your throat, you stand up, wiping the imaginary dirt off your pants, avoiding eye contact, "I'm going to check on the baby." You snatch the baby monitor and run out of the room; Natasha's eyes follow you as her stomach turns at your words - what's going on? 

Your heart pounded faster and faster the closer you got to the door. Placing your hand on the doorknob, you turned it slowly, pushing the door open. Your eyes landed on the figure standing in front of the window, rocking the baby in their arms. You shut the door before speaking, "I knew it was you."

"I wanted to see my favorite girl," the person said, eyes fixated on Nadia, who happily babbled away to them in baby words, speaking about her life if she could.

You oversee them not moving from the door, afraid that one sudden movement would make them disappear. Swallowing, you take a step towards them, feeling a sense of relief when the person doesn't disappear from your sight.

"Strange's looking for you."

Looking away from the little redhead, you felt your heart quicken when green eyes laid on you, their noses scrunching slightly at your words: "I know. I waited for him to find you first before visiting." Wanda grins, thinking about how well her plan has gone.

As she looks down at Nadia, you take a step forward, "Well.. visiting would be announcing the visit, not showing up unannounced and seen."

"Well," Wanda mocks, grinning at the happy baby in her arms and giving that cute little nose a boop. "You were busy with your family, so I took matters into my own hands. Besides, we both know you don't want me here."

"Wanda, of course, I want you here. I care about you, and I always have." Frowning as you recall the memory in your head, Wanda could do nothing to make you stop caring for her, even holding a town hostage, but it didn't stop you.

"If you cared, why didn't you call me after I left?" Wanda glanced at you, bouncing Nadia in her arms while keeping a smile on her face—she didn't want the baby to suspect something was wrong.

"I thought you didn't want me to call. I mean, you did leave in the middle of the night. What was I supposed to think?"Throwing your arms in the air, you shut your eyes and count to ten, trying to calm yourself.

The older redhead huffs at you, "Maybe I needed time to think alone? I don't know. Something. You promised nothing would change after that night."

"And I thought so too until I woke up with no sign from you, not even a note. Nothing." You reminded her, rolling your eyes - she was not about to blame you for not reaching out. "You could've called." Wanda bites back, making sure to keep a smile on her face for Nadia, who gets distracted by Wanda's necklaces.

"I did," you say, causing her to look up at you. Throwing her a pointed look, you continued, "But you disconnected your phone, remember? Unlike you, I have a child that needs my attention." Your words slipped out before you could register what you said.

Eyes landed on Wanda, who stood still, eyes strained on the baby in her arms - who continued playing with her necklaces, "Fuck. Wanda, I'm sorry, that just -"

"It's fine. I gotta get going." The ex-Avenger cuts her off, pressing a few kisses on Nadia's cheeks, the baby frowning as the necklaces slip out of her tiny fingers as Wanda holds her up,

“Bye bye, мое солнышко. тётя Wanda loves you." She continues to kiss the baby's soft cheeks as she walks over to the crib and places the baby inside, covering her with a small blanket and handing Nadia a stuffed yellow duck toy Wanda brought for the little one.

"Wanda, can we just talk, please?" You begged her, reaching out to her only to be rejected as the redhead moved away from your reach, giving one last smile at Nadia before walking around you. "What's there to talk about? Have a happy life with your happy family."

"Wanda - fuck." You cursed quietly - not wanting the baby to hear you - as you watched her disappear.

When checking on Nadia, you ensured the galaxy project was on for another hour and put a few toy blocks in the crib before heading out of the room—hoping no one had heard you and Wanda.

Quietly shutting the door, you turn around, nearly shitting yourself as you come face to face with your wife, "Fuck Natasha. You scared me." Your hand rested over your weird, pounding heart.

The redhead fixes a glare on you, "Was that Wanda in there?"

"Where's Clint?" Eyes widening at her words, you fix yourself looking towards the living room. "In the kitchen with Kate, now answer my question." Natasha orders, taking a step towards you.

"Yes, she's not dead, but she doesn't want anyone to know. She wanted to see Nadia." You tell her quickly, eyes watching her move as your mouth went dry - Natasha is still your wife and still attractive; it was hard not to melt, giving into her eyes,

"What did she want?" the ex-assassin asked, a slight curl showing on her lips as she watched you lick your lips while your skin flushed—she still got it.

"Nothing."

"That didn't sound like nothing."

You narrow your eyes at her quick response, crossing your arms tightly. "If you already knew she was in here, why did you ask?" You shake your head at her—you were tired of her nonsense today.

Shrugging, Natasha mocks your pose, "I wanted to know if you'd tell me the truth."

"Jesus, Nat. What have I lied to you about since you've been back?" Looking away, you began shaking your head again as you clenched your jaw.

The ex-Avenger scoffs at your words, snapping, "You didn't tell me that Steve and Tony died! Or that Wanda took a whole town hostage!"

"That's not me lying to you! That's me not being able to talk to you yet because I'm still processing the fact that you're here. It's a lot to take in, and I've talked to you about this already." Snapping back at her, her tiny white eyes fixed on her, she showed Natasha how angry you were.

"You have more to say!" Natasha uncrosses her arms, taking another step towards you, her eyes pleading for you. "I know you do. Just talk to me, please."

Staring into her eyes, you felt yourself drawn into them, almost vomiting out the words, but you knew you had to keep it in. Looking away, you stepped back from her, nearly hitting the door. "I've been talking the whole time." That was all you said, both of you knowing that's not what Natasha meant, but you were as stubborn as she was and wouldn't give up.

Huffing, Natasha swiftly turned around and walked away from you, heading into the kitchen and ignoring Kate and Clint - who stood tensely in the kitchen hearing the couple argue - as she stomped outside, keeping her mouth shut from what she wanted to say. She couldn't understand why you had to be so defensive. She was your wife, and you were treating her like you two were barely friends... like around the time she pushed herself towards Bruce, who had shown little interest in her.

Clint goes after, telling Kate to watch TV and order a pizza, handing her a twenty dollar bill before slipping out. You heard the back door slam in the hallway and slipped back into Nadia'a's room, shutting the door behind you and strolling toward the crib. An instant smile on your face when a pair of big green eyes landed on you, "Hi, sweet love."

Sitting up in her bed, Nadia reaches out her arms towards you, asking to be picked up, and babbles escape her slobbery lips. You pick her up, showering her rosy cheeks with kisses, holding her close against you as you walk over to the window - eyes trained on the pair outside, watching as Natasha rants.

"These past few days have been crazy, haven't they?" You sighed, resting your cheek on the little redheaded curls. Walking away from the window, you made your way to the other side of the room, where pictures had been scattered over the wall.

Eyes landing on a picture of a memory you couldn't get out of your head for days. It was a picture of six-month-old Nadia grinning—her one front tooth had begun showing more—sitting on the ground, dressed up in a cute floral long-sleeve jumpsuit. It was a beautiful day in Ohio, a beautiful yet painful day.

(Flashback to three months ago, October 16, 2024) 

Groaning, you get in the car's back seat, your back popping in a few places, being stiff from the ride here. Pulling the blanket off the car seat, the babe inside blinks rapidly from the unexpected sunlight. "Oh, my little love, I'm so sorry, but we're here." You apologized, watching the six-month-old baby stare at you with green sleeping eyes; you knew the long drive up would put Nadia to sleep, "We can't keep Aunty Lena waiting longer; otherwise, she's gonna be cranky."

Smiling brightly as the beautiful baby unbuckled her seatbelt, carefully picking her up and watching as she did the 'baby scrunch' before placing her against you and grabbing a thin blanket - it was the perfect weather, not too hot and not too cold. Getting out of the back seat, you shut the door and rubbed your hand against Nadia's back - watching as she rubs her eyes with her fist still waking up, her head rested on your shoulder, her other hand clenched around a strand of your hair. 

After making sure Nadia was alright, you began walking up the trail, your eyes catching sight of the bloomed cherry blossoms. "It's so pretty, isn't it, baby?" You kissed the little one's head, which continued resting on your shoulder. 

When you sense someone, your eyes move towards them, stopping your movements as you tighten your arms around the baby. The person—who already had eyes on you—gives you a smirk, "Hello."

"Who are you?" you asked immediately, eyes still trained on her as your sister-in-law came up from behind the woman and quickly went to your side. The fancy-dressed woman chuckled at your words and glared at Yelena, "Is all your family uptight like you?" 

"She was just leaving. Goodbye." Yelena glares at the older woman, who raises her hands in defense before walking away but not before saying, "Think about what we talked about, Miss Belova."

Eyes follow the woman, and it hits when you finally recognize the woman. Valentina Allegra.

"Wait.. isn't she the Director of the CIA? What did you guys talk about?" You look at the blonde next to you who is playing peek-a-boo with the baby. 

"Can I please hold my baby niece?" Sighing, Yelena holds her arms so you can put the baby in. 

Narrowing your eyes at the girl, "You didn't answer my question." You say, only to be met with silence and a pointed look. Rolling your eyes, you hand her the baby, 

"Lena, what does she want?"

Yelena continues to stay quiet, watching her niece look around the area. Little eyes fixate on something, causing the woman to glance that way as well. "Do you see Mama?" she asked Nadia, who babbled away to something. Did you know babies can see spirits?"

Yelena looks at you as she gives out the information, grinning when she realizes who she's talking to: "Ah, yes, of course. I forgot the devil's child was born seeing a ghost."

Rolling your eyes again, you shake your head and smile before moving, "Sadly, that is true, and let me tell you, it was terrifying sometimes. I felt like that little boy, 'I see dead people.'" You look at Yelena, seeing a confused look on her face, "Have you not seen The Sixth Sense?"

Receiving a nod, you look away, crouching, and mumble, "We are watching it when we get to the house."

The assassin observes her sister-in-law as you stare at the words in front of you, her heart dropping as she asks you, "Doyou see her?"

"No.." Swallowing the lump forming in your throat, your eyes watering as you traced the name with your fingertip, "But I can feel her." Blinking away the tears, you let out a sigh, pressing your palm on the gravestone, eyes fixed on the letters,

"It's like she's so close but so far, you know? I think it's because she didn't die here on Earth or somewhat in our time.."You say as Yelena averts her eyes from you, clearing her throat and containing her tears - she didn't want to worry the baby. 

Natalia Alianovna Romanova

December 3rd, 1984 - October 16th, 2023

Beloved Daughter, Sister, Wife & Mother 

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Tearing your eyes away, you looked up at Yelena, who smiled blissfully, rubbing her nose against the baby's soft cheek. Her eyes shine brightly as she speaks, "She wants me to kill my niece's godfather ... Clint Barton." Nadia's little head turns, fixing her eyes on her aunt as if she understood her uncle's name. She giggles at her aunty's words.

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𝐚/𝐧: 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭? 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫? 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭…𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫.

*𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡* 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 1 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭.

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[watermellonfizz]

А вот и свечи задувает мое солнышко - Кристофер.

Ну и собственно в какую пусю он вырос... Ах да! Вхарактерно сцапал черту - Растяпа Х)

[askalimagic]

😁🔥Sul Sul! Yes, creating characters is always fun! A man? A great choice, it's always a new challenge. What style will he have? Maybe you can give him a bright hairstyle or a formal suit? Or something unusual, like tattoos or unique accessories? Tell me what you think!

🍂🍄We have a real autumn extravaganza! Yesterday the sun was shining, but today it's like someone turned the "rain and wind" to the maximum. The leaves are flying, as if nature has decided to arrange an autumn marathon! Scarves, umbrellas and hot tea are already a standard survival kit. Someone is already taking photos in parks with golden leaves, and someone is wrapped in a plaid and does not plan to go anywhere. And how do you celebrate autumn?

🪄🍂Autumn is my favorite and perfect time for magic! "Harry Potter", "The Hobbit" and hot tea under a blanket create comfort. And you can also do modeling: make a dragon, an owl or an elf — and the autumn evenings will become truly magical!

( 😁🔥Сул Сул! Да, создание персонажей — это всегда весело! Мужчина? Отличный выбор, это всегда новый вызов. Какой у него будет стиль? Может, дашь ему яркую прическу или строгий костюм? Или что-то необычное, например, татуировки или уникальные аксессуары? Расскажи мне что думаешь!

🍂🍄У нас настоящая осенняя феерия! Вчера солнышко светило, а сегодня будто кто-то на максимум крутанул «дождь и ветер». Листья летят, как будто природа решила устроить осенний марафон! Шарфы, зонты и горячий чай — это уже стандартный набор выживания. Кто-то уже вовсю делает фоточки в парках с золотыми листьями, а кто-то укутался в плед и никуда выходить не планирует. А как у вас осень встречают?

🪄🍂Осень мое любимое и идеальное время для магии! «Гарри Поттер», «Хоббит» и горячий чай под пледом создают уют. А ещё можно заняться лепкой: слепить дракона, сову или эльфа — и осенние вечера станут по-настоящему волшебными! )

[iammilliem]

#Неистовый Speaking | 5

До моего дня рождения осталось 2 дня и я очень переживаю на этот счет. Во-первых, потому что мне стукнет 24. Во-вторых, это значит, что ровно половина лета будет за плечами, а я так и не смогла насладиться этим прекрасным временем, так же, как и не смогла сделать и половины задуманного.

Сегодня у меня был пассивный день. После вчерашнего приключения с Ваней, я проспала до 2х часов дня, что отразилось на моем самочувствии. После того, как я ощутила что такое нормально спать ночью, просыпаться утром, завтракать и весь день быть продуктивной, вновь с��итый режим ощущался как "Где я черт побери нахожусь?!", когда моя голова лениво поднялась с подушки. За работу я приступила тоже не хотя из-за того, что чувствовала будто мое тело превратилось в камень.

Вечером, когда уже закончила работу, я уселась смотреть фильм "Парни со стволами" параллельно заполняя свой дневник для планирования, в котором оказалась полная неразбериха, примерно та же, что и у меня в голове.

В этом дневнике я нашла заметку "Этим летом надо начать читать классическую русскую литературу", конечно же список книг тоже был там записан. Прочла ли я хоть одну книгу из этого списка за лето? Конечно же нет, потому что я читала "Женщины, которые любят слишком сильно", "Все закончится, а ты нет", перечитывала "Здоровые границы" и как минимум две книги по КПТ. Что говорит о том, что я половину лета потратила на то, чтобы не возвращаться к прошлому, не попадать в какие-либо неприятности в отношениях с мужчинами и обезопасить свое будущее от абьюзивных отношений. Доказательствам этого служат не только книги, но и то, что я не общалась практически ни с кем, кроме Вани в его выходные и не занималась практически ни чем другим, кроме вязания. Зато в днивнике было расписана куча вещей, которыми я могла бы заняться помимо всего этого.

Если честно, меня увлекало то, чем я занималась весь этот месяц, но в июле это начало приедаться (наскучило шо пиздец). Все больше я начала ловить себя на мысли, что мне не хватает каких-то захватывающих эмоций и впечатлений. Если вы читаете мои посты, то да, Ваня помогает мне с эмоциями и впечатлениями 😅😂, но мне и этого начинает становиться мало (иногда подумываю об общении еще с кем-то, ради получения эмоций).

Могу предположить, что это из-за того, что долгое время в прошлых отношениях я делала солнышко на эмоциональных качелях, скучать мне не приходилось. Я испытывала спектр как позитивных, так и негативных эмоций, больше негативных, но все же эмоций. А сейчас все достаточно размеренно и стабильно, даже не за что зацепиться, а это значит, что начинает становиться скучно и хочется какого-то треша побольше.

Не знаю, верны ли мои рассуждения о том, что если мне сейчас хочется чего-то азартного и нестабильного, вопреки надежному, то это во мне все еще сидит та самая нездоровая херня, которая в свое время мне мешала выйти из абюзивных отношений с М.

Короче говоря, благодаря этим рассуждениям, я решила, что не буду ничего портить и ударяться в безрассудство проебывая то, что имею, по крайней мере пока, говорю так, потому что мало ли что мне взбредет в голову.

Но у меня есть план, который возможно поможет мне не допустить проявления ебанцы:

1. Как вы уже могли заметить, я замотивировалсь начать читать Стивена Кинга, а не погружаться в русскую классику, которая меня в депрессуху 100% вгонит. Фантастика то, что нужно! Таким образом, я отвлекусь от серьёзных книжек связанных с психологией, а то я уже правда скоро свихнусь от этих "прорабатываний себя". Стоп! Все! Надо немного от этого отвлечься!

2. Да, есть цель продолжить вязать, потому что я ужасно хочу эту чертову сумку и обложку на книгу, но при этом не нырять в это с головой, а открыть для себя еще несколько увлечений, ну мало ли, вдруг понравится.

3. Постараться направить это безрассудство и желание общаться с кем-то еще - на Ваню, а это значит больше с ним видеться и больше инициативы проявлять. Может, кстати, это одна из причин, почему мне хочется общаться с кем-то ради дополнительных эмоций (не для секса). Мы мало проводим время вместе из-за его работы, а значит эту сексуальную энергию мне некуда девать 😂. Попробую с ним поговорить об этом.

4. Спорт. Все babygirls n boys, я готова к тому, чтобы заняться этим нормально, а не для того, чтобы убежать от своих тараканов в голове. Потихонечку, но начну заново, а пробежку я совсем забросила. И к этому, хочу прекратить пить все таблетки, потому что многие из них меня сильно расслабляют и я не могу набраться сил, а нахожусь в состоянии между сном и бодрствованием. Если уж будет как-то невыносимо, то лучше валерьяночки бахну. Будет такая пробная история, если без таблеток будет ок менталке, то и вовсе не буду их пить (с терапевтом обсужу этот момент).

5. Взять отпуск на 3 недели и за это время подыскать новую работу, а то эта уже совсем не радует и я испытываю дикую стагнацию.

6. Больше бывать на природе, а то лето пройдет, наступит осень и она будет как всегда короткой, а там зима (боже как же я ненавижу зиму, вы бы знали)....Так что да, выбираться 100% нужно.

Вот такие вот планы у меня. На этот раз не Наполеоновские, хотя бы отдохну нормально, женской энергией напитаюсь и тело в порядок приведу.

Но день рождение меня беспокоит и очень... 24?! Серьезно?! Мысли поступают из серии "24 и нихуя не добилась. Уже ничего в этой жизни не успею, состарюсь и буду жить одна с котами", понятное дело что все это шизуха, но да...

[sims4littlebird]

✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈✨ Вот как делать подписи одному из самых близких людей на тамблере? Что ж — ... Люблю всё, что ты делаешь, как ты делаешь, и как ты этим делишься! Спасибо за твою семью! Воу, иметь столько симов в игре и раскрыть каждого абсолютно уникально! Целую в обе щеки! (И спасибо за Шона! Хе!) <3 p.s. И за Сержа! (Горит моя сердца! Горит!)

Солнышко мое любимое! Спасибо огромное! 💋💋💋 Все, теперь у меня стадия "рева-корова". Знай, что я восхищаюсь тобой! Твоим мега упорством! Твоим видением кадров, историй, это прекрасно! 💛💛💛 И у тебя классный характер, ничего не знаю! С самого начала дружбы чувствовалось что-то родное и общее. И как офигенски, что мы встретились здесь! Я очень ценю! Очень сильно, да! Обнимаююююю крепко!!! А за семью... да живы и слава Смотрящему 😂

[hydra-handler]

Soldat marches into the handler's base, Miko clinging to his metal hand.

"миссия выполнена, сэр." He rumbles, letting Miko's hand go.

"Dada!" Miko runs over to Enela, prompting Enela to scoop him up.

"Ah. Hello, Мое маленькое солнышко." Enela says, balancing Miko on his hip.

Enela shifts through some papers before he finds the right paper and releases Soldat from the brainwashing.

[sonya-so-artist]

Мое солнышко, Микеланджело!

(My sunshine, Michelangelo!)

[wnrrrarr]

Даже с учетом того,что еще вчера меня подташнивало и адски болела голова,мы все же с Лиззой за ним скатались ❤️🥹

Моя радость

Моя принцесса

Мое солнышко

Мой котенок

Все это и не только от покупки данного продукта с фигуркой

Приятно получить так же как и киндер сюрприз в детстве ,только чууууть дороже 😅

Я как раз недавно забрала его в Геншине и тут такой бонусик ☺️

[naviletta]

Нави, Рыбка, здравствуй!

Меня давно здесь небыло, да и ты пропала на время. Читаю твои посты и поддаюсь ранним ностальгирующим настроениям. Понимаю, здесь многое изменилось, — тоже становится несколько грустно от этого.

Судя по всему, тебя помотала жизнь. То плохо, то лучше, то снова... Как ты сейчас?

Действительно помню тебя ещё в беседе и до неё яркой, общительной Рыбкой, которая придавала сил людям вокруг, и мы старались отплатить тебе тем же... Держись на плаву жизни, всё будет хорошо, всё к лучшему~ Те немногие, кто остались здесь, думаю, с удовольствием будут тебя поддерживать (не знаю пока кто остался, но хотя бы я постараюсь)

*крепко и аккуратно обнял*

Оу, Солнце, спасибо огромное, это правда безумно приятно❤️🥺

Да, я стараюсь сохранять свет в себе, живя в темном мире, и слишком много всего произошло в моей жизни за мое отсутствие да и присутствие тоже, столько неприятных моментов и людей в жизни, но я даже в какой-то степени рада что так вышло, потому что получила опыт.

Сейчас у меня всё более менее спокойно, я учусь на профессию, которая мне пока что нравится, завела друзей не только в интернете и рада даже, что смогла перебороть свою социофобию, которая была у меня раньше, ведь в реальной жизни у меня не было друзей.

Очень рада твоему возвращению, и стало очень приятно от твоих слов, Солнышко, до глубины души прям, а как дела у тебя?

*обнимаю*❤️

[alicalesovskaya]

ПОЗДРАВЛЯЮ МОЮ ЛЮБИМУЮ @gruntoad с её праздником 💕

Она сейчас в пути, но мое ты солнышко, я очень рада что ты ко мне приехала и сделала эти дни замечательные, а определённый так вообще бомбой 🔥

Люблю тебя сильно сильно💕💕 будь самой счастливой! Не жалей ни о чем! Ты великолепна и я очень рада, что тебя знаю 💕💕💕

Да простит меня твой муж за то что я его булила 😅 это месть за куст! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Люблю тебя очень очень сильно💕💕💕 Ты прекрасна! 🔥

Надеюсь твой муж по наделал фото пока я тебя всячески затягивала в наш шабаш 🔥🔥