#I can’t express how lovely this was thank you

[readwritealldayallnight]

FINAL Part of the Wife at First Sight series (18+ MDNI)

Happy New Years Eve!!! I cannot believe we’ve made it to the end! Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think my random lil drabble would be so loved and would eventually grow into this

Thank you for all the love and support and especially for your patience in between uploads! Hope this last part doesn’t disappoint!!

Between the adrenaline coursing through your veins and the defeaning sound of blood pumping in your ears combined with the whimpers escaping your open mouth, you fail to hear just how lighthearted Simon’s chuckle is from between your thighs

He can’t get enough of you like this, his girl, his sweetheart, his love, his wife, all desperate and needy for him, and yet he’s barely touched you

At least not properly anyway

Much to your current dismay

Finding the rec room empty at this late night hour, the two of you huddled up on what you so kindly reminded him was a shared couch, he’s taking the opportunity alone to tease the absolute shit out of you

What had started as an arm slung casually over your shoulder, turned into his other hand absentmindedly tracing patterns on your knee, which led to his large, warm palm slowly stroking up and down your thigh, reaching higher and higher each time until he was slipping his fingers beneath the skirt of your dress, digits barely skimming the edge of your underwear beneath

His eyes are fixated on your face the entire time, drinking in each and every expression you make for him, wishing he could forever remember the way you look as you try not to give in entirely to the pleasure he’s bringing you

It was a losing battle to begin with, but when Simon’s fingers cease rubbing against the increasingly damp spot in your panties, and instead pull the sticky fabric aside just as your man slides off the couch and lands on his knees in between your thighs, you give up the fight for decency entirely

He absolutely revels in the gasp that leaves your lips as his broad shoulders push against your thighs, demanding their rightful place between your legs, his eyes still locked on yours as his face moves closer and closer to your hot center

“Simon,” You don’t mean for your words to sound so much like a plea as they pass your lips, but Simon and his skilled hands have you brain all foggy. “We don- we don’t have ti- time. They’re suppo- supposed to be coming so-”

Your words are lost and forgotten as he tugs his balaclava up just high enough to plant a chaste kiss to your soaked folds. Your fingers quickly tug the mask the rest of the way off his head, feeling the smirk on his face when you snake your fingers through his messy locks.

“You’re the only one I want comin’ right now, love.” He murmurs against your inner thigh, planting small kisses against the sensitive skin, chuckling softly when he feels your fingers gently tugging him back towards where you want him most

He widens his tongue to run through your dripping folds, tasting your lust for him straight from the source. You can’t help the moan that leaves you any more than you can control the way your legs instinctually widen further for him, your body relaxing deeper into the couch cushions as Simon sets to work on you, his own groan of satisfaction vibrating through you

“Si, oh my god, Simon.” His name is the only thing your brain can comprehend as his mouth skillfully brings you closer and closer to that tantalizing edge, that falling off a cliff feeling where you know Simon is waiting at the bottom to catch you, if only to bring you right back to the peak again

His lips are wrapped around your sensitive, throbbing nub, causing you to nearly see stars behind your eyelids as one of his hands lets go of their strong grip on your thigh, bringing it instead to gently circle a large finger at your sopping entrance before he sinks it in entirely, evoking yet another beautiful moan from above him

His attention on you is wholly undivided, his dedication to your pleasure unmatched as he works you up higher, especially after all that teasing he put you through earlier, you both know your climax is rapidly approaching, and his impressive stamina means he is nowhere near stopping his efforts

You can feel him teasing a second finger at your hole, but it’s just as he slips it in with the first one, combined with a skilled sucking at your clit from his mouth, that you quickly stumble over that edge, temporarily blinded by the feeling of ecstasy he gives you, his ministrations never slowing as he prolongs your climax

It’s not until the ringing in your ears begins to fade and you come back down to earth, that you slowly push his head away from you, hearing another kind of ringing echoing through the room

“Si, your phone.” You murmur between panting breaths, still absentmindedly running your fingers through his hair, feeling the slight sweat breaking out along his scalp

“What if I wan’ another one out o’ you, huh?” He asks, planting a kiss to your knee, though his hand is already reaching towards his back pocket.

“What if I want to marry you, huh?” You quip back, knowing who’s likely on the phone, raising a playful brow in his direction paired with a teasing smile which he gladly returns.

“Yes?” Simon asks, putting the phone to his ear put keeping his eyes on you as you attempt to put yourself back together, straightening out your skirt and fixing your hair, hoping it wasn’t too obvious you just got devoured by a Lieutenant on the common room couch

“Well if you two lovebirds dinnae mind, some o’ us would like to get this show started!” You can hear the strong accented voice say through the line, giggling softly as Simon rolls his eyes at the Sergeant.

“Captain’s arrived?” He questions as he finally stands up, extending a hand to you to help you up as well. “Alrigh’ Johnny, we’ll meet you at the spot.” Barely waiting for a reply, Simon is sliding the phone back in his pocket and giving his attention back to you, promises of finishing this later and reciting vows between your thighs dying on his tongue when he sees the sparkle in your eye at hearing him mention the spot.

Before he had ever officially proposed, he knew where he wanted it to happen, and when you had mentioned you weren’t too particular about location, he’d suggested his idea, elated when he saw your grin and knew you agreed

He wanted to marry you, to make you his wife and to become your husband, in the very spot you first met

That very same hallway on base where you’d nearly run into him and unknowingly started a fire in his heart that has yet to go out, the flame growing bigger and brighter each day

That very same spot, which to anyone else appears to be like any other hallway on the base, but to Simon it represents so much more

It’s the spot where his eyes landed on you for the first time and he knew his life would never be the same, where he watched you smile at him and came to terms with the fact that he would never know peace again until he knew your name

And now, he holds your hand in his, walking together towards that same spot, now with the intention of changing your last name

There wasn’t much either of you needed as far as a wedding goes, you weren’t keen on having anything extravagant or grand, as long as it ended in you both being married, you’d be overjoyed to simply go to the courthouse

Each of you had only one request, you wanted to wear a simple white dress, which Simon had happily bought for you without allowing you to see the price tag, and Simon wanted the Captain to officiate the ceremony

While Price had been more than pleased to be asked something so special, he hadn’t been quite as keen on receiving a call on his personal cell from his Lieutenant during his holidays, asking (if not downright pleading with him-) if he could return sooner rather than later to marry them, only half joking that they really would just run away to a courthouse if he wasn’t back by the end of the year

Which is where you find yourselves now, on a practically empty military base during the end of the holiday season, most everyone gone to celebrate with their families and loved ones, meanwhile your handful of loved ones have gathered here, the very closest location and soonest time the Captain could return to make this all official, with only a few minutes until midnight on none other than New Years Eve

As you turn the corner together, a faint blush spreads through your cheeks at Johnny’s low whistle and Kyle’s cheering. Even John’s sporting an enthusiastic grin on his visage, arms crossed across his chest as they watch the couple approach

It feels nearly too good to be true, nothing short of a dream come true, as you turn to face Simon, your soft, smaller hands held steadily in his larger, calloused ones, eyes locked on the other as they speak all the love you hold for each other than no word in any language could ever properly express

Having seen their stoic Lieutenant fall head over heels for you from the very get go, the lads feel downright honoured to be here, witnessing the start of your new lives together, the moment where Simon officially makes you his wife after all

No one present can deny that it is truly something out of a fairytale, when both vows are said, love is expressed and devotion is promised, Price is able to officially declare you married as husband and wife, and when your lips come crashing together in your first kiss as a married couple, it happens to be right when the clock strikes midnight, and fireworks erupt in a blaze of glory and passion outside

Because in the end, as complicated as the journey (or downright painfully obvious some might say but ya know-) to get to this point in your relationship might have been, the love between you both could not be simpler

He had loved you from the very moment you walked into his life, from the moment your eyes glanced up and instantly met his, from the moment you opened your mouth and he heard the voice he knew he would do anything to continue hearing for the remainder of his days

While you yourself had been immediately enamoured with the tall man who first introduced himself as your husband, believing his advances to be a playful joke everyone but you was in on, you couldn’t help the way your heart fell for him faster than you could wrap your head around, showered in his unapologetic affections and undivided attention from the very start

But as soon as Simon took that leap of faith, opening himself up and being truthfully vulnerable with you, he couldn’t understand what he’d been waiting all this time for

Not when he now knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that was the luckiest man on this earth, to be able to love you and somehow, you loved him too

Not when he was able to knock down that final barrier, to literally rip the mask off and just be him, a feeling he still could hardly explain

How does he put into words the fact that he feels more human, more whole, more him, just from being near you?

He’s never had this before, never experienced something this profound and earth shattering, both terrifying and exhilarating. Does everyone feel this way? Is everyone who claims to be in love also going through the motions of having their heart willingly ripped out of their chest and put into the hands of another, just to have it gently put back in better than it was before?

No, he doesn’t believe everyone feels this

This love, is only between the two of you, for the two of you

He knows there can’t be anyone else out there who has it this good

Especially when considering, Simon is the only one who gets to call you his wife

And just like that folks, Wife at First Sight is wrapped up!!!

I really hope it doesn’t disappoint anyone, and leaves everyone feeling as happy as all your kind comments on this story have made me!

I seriously never anticipated for this story to become a series, let alone for it to have received as much love as it has, so again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for all the love, the comments, the patience, everything!

I would absolutely be down to write more about these two, especially if you have any prompts or ideas to suggest, but we’re going to call this the end of the official series, anything else that might come will be nice little add ons

- M🫶🏻

[ddlydevotion]

Dating Luigi Mangione ࣪ ۪ ֢ 🦢‌ࣳ ! !

currently listening to: salvatore by lana del rey

a/n: I’ve been seeing many fics of Luigi where people portray him as rude/aggressive so I wanted to try something a lil different.

His facial expressions are always on point in every video we’ve seen of him, so I have a feeling he’d be a very active listener. You could be in the middle of telling him how your day went and a small smile would spread across his lips at the sound of your melodic voice. His eyebrows twitching with concern once you start to mention anything negative occurring. this is basically his face when he’s listening to you:

He would most definitely be the type to make playlists in your name while he’s thinking of you. He’s so in love with you to the point where he can no longer listen to his favorite music without thinking of you and the beautiful moments the two of you have shared. He also has a habit of sending you songs that he thinks you’ll like/remind him of you.

He loves being able to live life to the fullest and loves doing it with you even more. He takes photos of the two of you wandering around whatever city you’ve traveled to with a little $30 digi cam. He has a Polaroid of the two of you placed in his wallet.

Luigi doesn’t need a gift to be expensive in order to fully cherish it. You could give him a handwritten letter and he’d protect it with his life because you gave it to him. He can’t afford to lose any evidence of the love the two of you share for one another. He loves gifting you items that reminded him of you, things you mentioned enjoying, surprising you to go do something you’ve mentioned wanting to participate in. You don’t even have to mention any of these things more than once because he’ll remember.

His back pain can get incredibly severe and there comes days where he can’t seem to focus on even the most simplest of things. Having you there while he attends physical therapy, participates in yoga/gets helpful treatments somehow makes the pain a bit more manageable. Knowing that he can go to you when he needs something is enough to ease his anxieties in situations regarding his chronic pain.

As I’ve mentioned before, Luigi loves trying new things and exposing himself to unfamiliar cultures/locations. This fact goes hand in hand with his openness to trying new food with you. Oh, he’s never tried ____ before? Well, might as well try it now with you!

You make his travels so much more lively and notable.

Three words: skin to skin.

The loving warmth of your welcoming hands and fingers tracing shapes onto his muscular back makes him feel as if he’s on cloud nine. He loves being able to wake up to the sun peeking through the blinds and feeling your bare skin embracing him.

He has a HUGE family and mostly all of them have heard the lovely stories he has stored up about you. During the first Christmas you ever spent with his family, they made sure they had your favorite foods out on display. How did they know they were your favorites? Well, you have your boyfriend and his ramblings to thank for that. Despite not having spent much time with you, his family still found the time to provide you with your very own gifts. You’ve felt nothing but welcomed by their presence as they treated you like an old friend upon your first meeting.

You don’t really have to want for anything when you’re with Lu. You mention wanting to go see that movie that just came out? He already has a tab open on his phone to purchase tickets. He sees you eyeing something at the store but hesitate buying because ‘it’s too much’ ? Well, he’s putting it in the cart anyway.

Definitely calls you cute little variations of your name. His favorite terms of endearment to use for you are probably: baby, cutie, babe, princess, etc. was gonna put sweetheart but I’m not too sure

[dollishmehrayan]

# “HOLD UP, POSE!” ── .✦ ( model!reader x batboys s/o kinda requested ˚⟡˖ )

a/n: so sorry for the break and how i traumatized half of you guys with my rant (if I suffer you gonna do too && let’s move on now ) and it’s lowkeyy funny ngl but omgg, I’m finally back though soo yeah but I’m finally taking requests again for a bit too so about that yeah and also make sure to go vote on the poll, we’re at 600+ votes already for my 1k event!! Tags: (batboys x model!reader)

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DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

Your biggest fan, no contest. He has a folder on his phone labeled “My Gorgeous Girl” filled with all your magazine covers, runway shots, and candid photos he’s sneakily taken of you (even the ones where you’re eating pizza in sweats).

Loves to drop the fact that you’re a model into conversations. Someone says something even remotely related, and Dick is like, “Oh, that reminds me of the time yn walked for Valentino. She looked stunning. Anyway, how’s your dog?”

Flirty but lowkey jealous. He’s all smiles at your shoots, but if a photographer or fellow model gets a little too friendly, he’ll sidle up behind you, wrap an arm around your waist, and casually go, “Hey, babe, everything good here?”

Runs your fan page in secret. He denies it every time, but you know it’s him posting like archive photos of you? with captions like, “Truly the most breathtaking woman alive.”

Always hypes you up. You’re stressing before a runway show? He’s holding your hands, looking you dead in the eyes, and saying, “You’re going to kill it, just like always. They’re not ready for you.”

JASON TODD ── .✦

Pretends not to care, but he’s secretly obsessed. You’ll catch him flipping through your magazines with a bored expression, but the dog-eared pages of all your spreads say otherwise.

Gets grumpy when he has to share you with the world. “Do you really have to fly to Milan again? Can’t they get someone else to wear the fancy coat?” But he’s the first one to text you after your show with a “You looked amazing. Miss you, though.”

Always lurking at your events. He doesn’t do red carpets, but you’ll spot him in the back of the after-party, leaning against a wall with a drink in hand, watching you like you’re the only person in the room.

Jealous but funny about it. If a male model gets paired with you for a shoot, Jason will grumble, “You know I could wear that suit better, right?”

Says he doesn’t care about fashion but definitely critiques it. “They put you in that? Really? That’s what they think is high fashion?” (Meanwhile, he still owns a leather jacket he’s had since he was 17.)

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

The low-key proud boyfriend. Tim doesn’t brag about you… unless someone else brings it up. Then it’s a full PowerPoint presentation: “Oh, you didn’t know she walked the Paris Fashion Week finale? Let me show you.”, “it’s not that serious Tim.”

Forgets how famous you are sometimes. He’s so focused on his work that when he accompanies you to an event, he’s always surprised when people scream your name. “Wow, they’re… really excited to see you, huh?”

Pretends to be chill but panics at your shoots. If you’re wearing something too revealing, Tim’s sitting in the corner like, “Does she really need to wear that? I mean, it’s fashion, I guess, but still…”

Shows up to all your shows with coffee. He knows your schedule can be brutal, so he always has your favorite drink ready and a warm smile. “Long day, huh? Here, you’ve earned this.”

Accidentally goes viral as your boyfriend. Someone snaps a picture of him holding your bag while you’re doing a fitting, and now he’s trending as “hot model’s mystery man.” Or “Drake Spotted With L/N?”

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Thinks modeling is beneath you. Not because he doesn’t support you, but because he genuinely thinks you’re too good for it. “Tt. Why waste your time parading around in someone else’s designs when you could rule the world instead?”

Still shows up to your shows like a proud dad. He won’t admit it, but he’s ridiculously proud of you. He’ll sit front row, arms crossed, looking annoyed until you walk out. Then his face softens, and he claps (but only once).

Hates everyone in the industry. Photographers, stylists, agents—he side-eyes them all. “Do they have to touch you so much?”

Quietly supportive in his own way. You come home exhausted, and he’s already brewed your favorite tea and laid out your comfiest pajamas. “You should rest. You’ve worked hard enough today.”

Keeps all your clippings. You find a scrapbook in his study filled with your covers, tear sheets, and event photos. When you ask him about it, he just mutters, “I didn’t want them getting lost.” And even keeps some fan letters that you keep or lost along the way.

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

Thinks it’s “adorable.” Bruce can’t help but chuckle whenever you mention your modeling career. “You really enjoy this, don’t you?” But he’s not teasing he genuinely admires how passionate you are.

Surprisingly knowledgeable about fashion. He knows every major designer, can spot couture from a mile away, and will occasionally surprise you by saying things like, “That’s Galliano, isn’t it? From the ‘06 collection?”

Makes every event feel like a power couple moment. When you walk a red carpet together, it’s like the world collectively gasps. He keeps his hand on your back, whispers sweet nothings, and makes sure you’re the center of attention.

Defends your career to anyone who dares question it. Someone makes a snide remark about modeling being “shallow,” and Bruce immediately shuts them down with, “Actually, it’s an incredibly demanding profession that requires both discipline and skill. You should try it sometime.”

Buys your agency. You’re stressed about a bad contract or a difficult agent? Suddenly, Wayne Enterprises owns the company, and Bruce is like, “Problem solved. You can thank me later.”

[claramelooo]

CRIMSON REVERIE

Hey, favorites readers! How was the New Year's party, huh? I hope everyone is well and has fully recovered from hangover!!!

Thank you very much for all support and love you give me, that's what encourages me to write to you. I celebrate your lives! and I wish you a great 2025 full of achievements and growth!

Are you ready to see the big bad Scarlet Witch fucking everyone and everything? Feel free to feel horny!

Enjoy it!

Pairing: Dark!Witch Wanda X Fem Reader

MINORS DO NOT MUST INTERACT

WARNINGS: Threats and fights

Summary: After fighting with her former allies and friends, Wanda enters a new universe and makes a discovery that awakens something unknown in her.

Read here: Prologue

ENVY

The sky over Kamar-Taj was dyed red, as if reality itself were bleeding. Wild winds howled through the mountains, carried by the chaotic energy emanating from the floating figure at the center of the courtyard.

Wanda Maximoff.

The Scarlet Witch.

Her eyes burned red as she extended her hands, tracing complex runes in the air. Every motion pulsed with chaotic power, shaping the veil of the multiverse to open a portal. The air trembled around her, and even the most experienced sorcerers of Kamar-Taj stepped back, their spells powerless against her.

Her eyes glowed fiercely, a deep red pulsing like an enraged heartbeat. The runes she carved into the air were intricate, vibrant, and the very ground quaked under the force of her magic. The protective spells of Kamar-Taj unraveled like paper set aflame by an unstoppable force.

Stephen Strange hovered a few meters away, the Cloak of Levitation billowing in the wind. He faced Wanda with a mixture of determination and apprehension, the glowing circles of his magic mirroring the chaos around them. Wong stood beside him, resolute, while America Chavez lingered further back, fists clenched, tension visible in her stance.

“Wanda, this has to stop now!” Strange commanded, his voice cutting through the turmoil like a blade.

Wanda raised her gaze, a cold smile curling her lips. “Stop?” Her voice was soft, almost gentle, but carried an implicit threat. “You don’t understand, Stephen. You can’t understand. I’ve lost everything. You still have your world, your principles... and your arrogance.”

“You’re destroying everything around you!” Strange shot back, forming glowing orange circles with his hands. “The Darkhold has already corrupted a part of you. Don’t let it take the rest!”

She laughed—not with amusement, but with disdain. “Corrupt me? Stephen, I’m beyond corruption. You want to talk about loss? About sacrifice? Don’t insult me by pretending you understand.”

“I understand more than you think,” Stephen retorted, his expression hardening. “But what you’re doing here? This isn’t grief, Wanda. It’s destruction. And it won’t bring anything back.”

Wanda’s laugh echoed through the courtyard, cold and hollow, like the sound of shattering glass. “What do you know about grief, Strange? About love? Do you think pain broke me? No. Pain shaped me. And I’ll use it to fix what was stolen from me.”

“Fix?” Stephen narrowed his eyes. “You’re about to destroy countless lives. You’ve seen what the Darkhold has done to you, Wanda. You’re not fighting for love—you’re being consumed by chaos.”

Wanda’s eyes narrowed, her rage burning brighter. “I don’t need moral lectures from a man who treats the fabric of reality like his personal toy.”

Before Stephen could react, Wanda unleashed a wave of energy that hit him like a hurricane, throwing him backward. Wong and America rushed to help him, but before they could intervene, a blue flash lit up the sky.

“Wanda!” Carol Danvers’ commanding voice echoed as she descended from the heavens, her body encased in cosmic energy. Beside her, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, and Bruce Banner advanced—a united force against the Scarlet Witch.

Carol hovered in front of Wanda, her eyes glowing. “Enough. We’re not letting you go any further.”

Wanda floated above the ground like a goddess on a celestial throne, a shroud of scarlet energy enveloping her with unsettling majesty. Her predatory smile was a clear warning that she saw the heroes before her not as threats, but as obstacles to be eliminated.

“Danvers,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm and disdain. “Am I supposed to feel intimidated? Or should I thank you for bringing such a sizable audience to witness my ascension?”

Carol’s eyes narrowed, standing firm despite the crushing weight of Wanda’s energy. “This isn’t ascension. It’s destruction. And you know it.”

Wanda tilted her head, as if assessing a disobedient child. “Destruction for you, perhaps. But for me? For them? It’s justice. I told you, Carol—you barely comprehend what I’m doing.”

Natasha stepped forward, weapons at the ready but not yet firing. “Wanda, this won’t bring you peace. You’re crossing a line you can’t come back from.”

Wanda chuckled, the sound as cold as breaking glass. “Peace? Natasha, peace is a luxury for those who have everything. When you lose even hope, what remains is power. And power doesn’t demand peace—it demands purpose.”

Sam raised his shield, his voice steady. “We’re not letting you do this, Wanda. No matter how right you think you are, this isn’t how you fix the past.”

Wanda descended gracefully, every step radiating absolute control. “Fix?” She smirked, the red glow in her eyes intensifying. “You think this is about fixing the past? No, Sam. This is about shaping the future. My future.”

Raising her hands slowly, like conducting an unseen symphony, Wanda made the air around her vibrate with scarlet energy, rippling like a storm ready to erupt. “You insist on standing in my way as if you could stop me.”

Carol’s hands ignited with cosmic energy. “We can try.”

Wanda arched a brow, her smile growing more arrogant. “Oh, dear…” With a step forward, the ground cracked beneath her feet as her magic pulsed in crushing waves. “You’re here because I allow it. All of you are alive because I haven’t bothered to decide otherwise.”

Bruce stepped forward, partially transformed into the Hulk. “You’re underestimating us.”

Wanda sighed dramatically, as if bored. “Underestimating? No. I simply recognize that the power you all possess together isn’t even a fraction of what I hold alone. I think you should too.”

With a sharp motion, Wanda unleashed a wave of energy, scattering everyone like leaves in a hurricane. As they struggled to rise, she walked slowly toward Carol, her eyes locked on Captain Marvel’s.

“You’re good,” Wanda said, her voice low and menacing. “But to me, you’re nothing more than dust in the wind.”

The first strike was devastating. Carol hit Wanda with a burst of energy, but the Scarlet Witch countered with a magical shield that shattered into glowing red shards.

Sam and Hulk charged in, trying to flank her. Wanda responded with icy precision, creating illusions to disorient Sam while ensnaring Hulk in magical chains that tightened like steel.

“You’re wasting your time!” Wanda shouted, her voice echoing through the courtyard. “I didn’t come to play. I came to win.”

Stephen re-entered the fray, casting intricate spells that wove together like nets aimed at Wanda. She dodged with fluid movements, each gesture a testament to her mastery.

“You’ll never get what you want, Wanda!” Stephen yelled.

She stopped, her eyes blazing. “And who’s going to stop me? You?”

As the Avengers and Stephen struggled to hold her off, Wanda finally gathered enough energy to activate the spell. A massive circle of glowing runes appeared in the sky, spinning slowly as the veil of the multiverse began to tear.

America Chavez’s eyes widened, sensing the shift in reality. “This is bad!”

“No… this is perfect,” Wanda replied, before releasing a wave of energy that threw everyone back, erecting a magical barrier around her.

Stephen yelled, fighting to break through the barrier. “If you step through that portal, Wanda, there’s no coming back!”

She looked at him one last time, determination burning in her eyes. “I don’t need to come back, Strange. I need to go where they are.”

With a final motion, the portal fully opened, its distorted light flooding the courtyard. Wanda stepped forward, her silhouette dissolving into the glow as the barrier collapsed.

“WANDA!” Stephen shouted, but it was too late.

She disappeared into the portal.

[...]

Wanda emerged from the portal in silence, her feet touching the soft ground of a peaceful landscape. The sound of children's laughter caught her attention immediately, like a beacon amid the chaos that always surrounded her. Tommy and Billy.

She followed the sound with hesitant steps, almost afraid of what she might find. But when she saw her sons running through the garden of a simple house, playing among the flowers and laughter, her heart nearly stopped. They were there. Real. Alive.

Without thinking, Wanda began walking toward them, tears streaming freely down her face. "Tommy... Billy..." she whispered, her voice breaking. Her desire to hold them, to feel their arms around her, was so strong she almost forgot everything around her.

But then, she stopped.

You were there.

You were crouched on the lawn, laughing as Billy tried to reach you with a flower he had picked. Your smile was wide, warm, and Wanda felt her chest tighten at the way Tommy held your hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Who is she? The question exploded in Wanda's mind. A sudden rage coursed through her, burning like fire in her veins. You looked so... comfortable, so at ease. As if you were their mother. As if they were your children.

For a moment, Wanda took a step forward, her fists clenched as faint red energy began to pulse around her. But then, something unexpected happened. Her eyes fell on your belly.

Round. Full of life. You were pregnant.

Wanda froze, unable to look away. Her breath caught in her throat. Pregnant? By whom? How? It was such an unexpected sight that her rage momentarily dissolved, replaced by overwhelming curiosity.

And then, Wanda saw something that made the world around her come to a halt.

The door of the house opened, and she stepped out.

It was like looking into a mirror, but the reflection seemed... wrong. Or perhaps too right. This Wanda was different. Her posture was relaxed, her face glowing with a serenity the Scarlet Witch hadn’t felt in a long time. There were no Darkhold markings on her fingers, no shadows of loss in her eyes.

She seemed whole.

The Scarlet Witch felt a pang of envy so strong it nearly made her stagger. This was the life she should have had. But the next scene left her even more confused.

The other Wanda walked straight to you, a wide smile on her lips. You stood, laughing at something Tommy had said, and immediately leaned in to kiss her.

The kiss was deep, passionate, yet filled with tenderness. The other Wanda's hands held your face with a familiarity that made the Scarlet Witch’s heart race uncontrollably.

She, herself, was with you.

Wanda’s eyes widened, and for a moment, she forgot everything—even the boys. She had never imagined herself with a woman. There had always been Vision, his love like a rock for her. But he wasn’t here. You were.

And what was even more disturbing was the way it made her feel.

She tried to understand what was happening. Why was her heart racing? Why couldn’t she take her eyes off you? The way you smiled at the other Wanda, how your hands slid so naturally around her waist, how your belly pressed against the other Wanda’s body... It was all so intimate, so warm.

And then came the desire.

It was sudden, unexpected, and it struck Wanda like a storm. She had never looked at another woman like this before, but there was something about you—your presence, your confidence, the way you seemed to carry the world yet still be so full of light—that unsettled her.

The kiss ended, but you didn’t fully pull away. Your hand moved to the back of the other Wanda’s neck, gently stroking it as you murmured something Wanda couldn’t hear. But the other Wanda’s smile, the way she leaned in to rest her forehead against yours, said it all.

You were in love.

And it left Wanda with even more questions. Where was Vision? How had you come into her life? And, most importantly, why did the Scarlet Witch want this as much as she wanted the boys?

As the scene played out before her, Wanda couldn’t decide what was stronger: the envy or the desire.

Maybe it was both.

The afternoon was serene, with the sound of leaves rustling in the breeze blending with the laughter of Tommy and Billy. The other Wanda sat on the grass with you while the boys ran around, tossing a ball back and forth. Your visibly large belly rested partially on the other Wanda’s lap, as she absentmindedly caressed it.

The Scarlet Witch, hidden behind a nearby tree, watched with clenched fists, struggling to process the scene. She couldn’t tear her eyes away.

“Hey, Mamma, what does Seline mean?” Billy suddenly asked, stopping his game to sit beside you. He looked genuinely curious, gazing at your belly as if he could see his sister through it.

The other Wanda smiled, pulling Tommy and Billy closer before answering. “Seline means ‘magical moon,’” she explained, her voice soft and full of affection. “When you two were babies, I used to say you were like the sun and the stars of my life. But when I thought of her... I wanted something calm and protective. Something that lights up the night.”

“So she’s like... our guardian?” Tommy asked, his eyes sparkling with the thought.

“Exactly,” you replied, laughing as you ruffled his hair. “Seline will be the little sister who’s always there for you, just as you’ll be there for her. You’ll be the most amazing brothers in the world.”

Wanda, still hidden, felt a pang in her chest. They even had a special meaning for her name. The way that Wanda spoke—so light, so natural—made it seem like nothing in the world could disrupt them. She had never thought of something so poetic, so thoughtful.

As she watched, jealousy burned hotter inside her, suffocating and unrelenting. Why were they so happy? Why was this version of herself so complete, so loved?

“She’ll like us, right?” Billy asked, tilting his head toward you, uncertainty shining in his eyes.

“She already loves you,” you answered, chuckling softly. “Every time she kicks, it’s like she’s saying, ‘I can’t wait to meet my brothers!’”

“And she kicks a lot,” the other Wanda added, smiling as she ran her hand over the side of your belly. “Especially when you sing to her.”

“That’s because I’m a good singer,” Billy declared with a tone of confidence that made everyone laugh.

“You’re a good singer... sometimes,” Tommy countered, laughing as he gave his brother a playful shove.

“Hey, no fighting,” the other Wanda said, her voice firm yet tender. She glanced at you, her tone softening. “Seline is lucky to have these two, don’t you think?”

You nodded, placing your hand over hers. “She’s lucky to have you.”

Wanda, hidden away, felt the breath leave her lungs. Watching you say that to herself in another universe made her stomach twist.

The other Wanda leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You closed your eyes, smiling, and whispered something Wanda couldn’t hear. But the effect was devastating: the other Wanda laughed, a sound so full of joy it seemed to make the world glow around her.

The Scarlet Witch clenched her fists until her nails dug into her palms. She had never felt like this before. It wasn’t just jealousy. It was something deeper. It was the crushing realization that she was out of place, watching something that should have been hers.

Tommy and Billy are hers. Seline is hers. You are hers!

“And when Seline is born, will we be able to play with her?” Tommy asked, breaking the moment.

“Not right away,” you replied with a smile. “She’ll be small and fragile at first. But soon, she’ll grow, and she’ll love playing with you. Just promise me one thing.”

“Anything,” Billy said seriously.

“Promise me you’ll always protect her.”

The two boys nodded immediately, their faces full of determination. “We promise,” they said in unison.

The other Wanda smiled, looking at you with eyes filled with something the Scarlet Witch recognized instantly: love. “And I’ll protect all of you,” she said softly.

“Like a superhero?” Tommy asked, laughing.

“Something like that,” the other Wanda replied, winking at him.

As the family laughed and talked, Wanda remained in the shadows, frozen. Every word, every gesture, every smile was like a blade cutting deep. They were perfect together.

And you...

You were everything she never realized she needed.

Your belly, full of life; your laughter, so full of light; the way your eyes sparkled when you looked at the other Wanda. Everything about you pulled her in, drew her closer, even as it tore her apart.

You should be with her. You should be hers.

[...]

The night was silent, but not for Wanda. She walked through the dark hallway of the house, guided by a deep and painful instinct. She stopped in front of the boys' room and, with a gentle gesture, opened the door just enough to peek inside.

There they were, Tommy and Billy, sleeping deeply, their serene faces illuminated only by the soft light of the lamp. They looked so at peace that Wanda's heart tightened.

She entered the room quietly, her breath heavy with emotion. She knelt beside their beds, first Billy's, then Tommy's, and placed a gentle kiss on their foreheads. "My boys..." she whispered, her voice breaking as tears ran down her face.

As she stood up, she tried to contain her sobs, but couldn't help it. She quickly wiped her tears, hearing voices from the room next door.

The voices were familiar. Her own voice mixed with hers. The soft laughter and calm words made Wanda bite her lip, hesitant. She shouldn't, but she couldn't resist. Curiosity was a poison, and she was already intoxicated.

She approached the room and, carefully, opened the door just enough to see the two of you.

You were lying on the bed, your back supported by pillows. The other Wanda was sitting at the foot of the bed, her legs in your lap. Her hands were gently sliding over your feet, massaging with a touch that seemed to have years of practice.

"You didn't have to do this, you know," you said, your tone full of affection and a slight touch of teasing.

"You're carrying our daughter, Y/n," the other Wanda replied, a smile playing at her lips. "When it was my turn, you did so much more. The least I can do is make sure you feel good."

You laughed, a sound that made Wanda hold her breath behind the door.

"I know this is just an excuse for you to touch me," you teased, raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe it is," admitted the other Wanda, a mischievous smile forming as she continued the massage.

"And what do you want in exchange for all this kindness, Ms. Maximoff?" you asked, your voice low and playful.

The other Wanda let out a soft laugh and looked at you with eyes full of tenderness. "I just want you to rest and let me take care of you. Nothing more."

Outside, the Sorceress watched, unable to look away. The scene seemed so simple, so ordinary, but to her, it was extraordinary.

She had never experienced this before.

The way you looked at the other Wanda, with so much love and trust. The care in every gesture she made, the security in every word. It all seemed so natural, so easy.

Wanda felt the tears threatening to fall again, but this time it was a different kind of emotion. Envy and longing. The desire to touch you, to make you laugh like that. The desire to be the one who made you feel so at ease, so loved.

"What are you thinking now?" you asked, interrupting the other Wanda's thoughts.

The other Wanda paused for a moment, her fingers still holding your feet. Then, with a soft smile, she replied, "I'm thinking about how much I love you. And how I can't wait to meet our daughter."

You fell silent, your eyes filling with tears as you reached out to touch her face.

"I love you too, Wanda. So much," you said, your voice low and full of emotion.

The other Wanda leaned in, kissing your belly softly before whispering, "And I love you too, Seline."

Outside, Wanda felt something inside her both break and rebuild at the same time. She wanted this. Her insides screamed with the need to have it all for herself, and she would do anything to have it.

The night was silent when Wanda left the room, leaving you asleep with a serene expression. She descended the stairs with light steps, but as soon as she reached the living room, a chilling cold ran down her spine.

"Finally decided to show up," a familiar, cold voice echoed from the darkness.

The copy spun quickly, her eyes glowing with surprise and tension. There she was—the Scarlet Witch, cloaked in a red energy, her eyes burning like embers.

"What are you?" the other Wanda asked, trying to maintain composure, but her tense posture betrayed her concern.

The Scarlet Witch smiled cruelly, tilting her head. "I am you. But perhaps the version you've been avoiding being."

The other Wanda took a step back, her fists clenched. "You're in the wrong place. There's nothing for you here."

"Oh, but there is," said the Witch, stepping forward, each movement filled with threat. "I came for my children."

The other Wanda paused for a moment before replying, narrowing her eyes. "My sons. My wife. My daughter. You have no right here!"

The witch laughed bitterly, her voice low and laden with pain. "And do you? How did someone like you manage to get all of this? They don't even know who you really are, do they? They don't even know half of what you can do."

The other Wanda stood firm. "They don't need to know. Because here, I'm just Wanda. I'm a mother, a wife. That's enough."

"Lie!" the Witch snarled, anger overflowing. "You can pretend to be normal, but we both know that isn't who we are. And you know what's worse? You're wasting it... on her." The Scarlet Witch's voice cracked at the mention of you.

"Why her?" the Witch asked, her voice wavering between anger and something that almost sounded like vulnerability. "What makes her so special? Why not Vision? Why not the family that was always ours?"

The other Wanda hesitated for a moment, then answered firmly.

"Because with her, I'm happy. With her, I'm not just a mother. Y/n challenges me, teases me, makes me want to beat her, break her, and win her over again and again just for a kiss. She can be fire, but she can also be the breeze in the heat when I see everything in red. She loves me for who I am, not for what I could be. She completes me in a way I never thought possible."

The Scarlet Witch felt a tightness in her chest, envy growing like an overwhelming wave. "That's absurd! Vision was perfect. He was... everything."

The other Wanda sighed, a sad smile touching her lips. "Vision was my first love. He taught me what it meant to be seen, to be loved. But with her... it's different. It's not about perfection. It's not about saving or being saved. It's about living."

She stepped forward, ignoring the look of pure jealousy that burned in the Witch's eyes.

"With her, I don't need to hide who I am. I don't need to be the Scarlet Witch. I don't need to fight the world. I just... am. And that's enough."

The words cut deep into the Scarlet Witch, like sharp knives slicing through an already open wound. What hurt her the most wasn't what the other Wanda said, but how much it made sense.

She had never felt this before. She had always been the protector, the savior, the villain. Vision loved her, but she could never just be Wanda beside him. There were always responsibilities, secrets, sacrifices.

She tried to speak, but the envy and jealousy were overwhelming, burning in her chest like fire. "You... you had everything. Vision. The boys. Why wasn't it enough?"

The other Wanda looked at her with soft eyes, but her voice was as hard as steel. "Because it wasn't real. And you know that better than anyone."

The Witch felt the blow, as if she had been punched in the stomach.

"But why her?" the Scarlet Witch screamed, her voice cracking with the intensity of her emotions. "Why not me!? I could give her all of that. I am you! I... I could be who you are for her!"

The other Wanda hesitated for a moment, her eyes assessing the figure in front of her. She could see the anger, the desperation, but also something else: a vulnerability she recognized as her own.

"You don't understand, do you?" The other Wanda sighed, shaking her head. "She doesn't love me for who I should be. She loves me for who I am. And you..." She hesitated, carefully choosing her words. "You don't know who you are anymore. Not completely."

These words were the final blow. The Scarlet Witch felt her body tremble, the anger mixing with a pain she could barely bear.

Her face softened for a moment, and she murmured, almost to herself: "I wish I knew what that was like. To be loved like that. Not for my powers. Not for who I was before. But by someone who sees everything — even the broken parts — and loves me anyway."

The other Wanda remained silent, as if considering saying something, but she knew that any word would only make things worse.

The Scarlet Witch closed her eyes, hot tears streaming down her face as she tried to contain the growing pain within her. "I just wanted... this." She looked at the other Wanda again, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of anger and desperation. "You had that, and now it's my turn!"

With a quick movement, the Scarlet Witch cast a spell that wrapped the other Wanda in chains of red energy, binding her.

"I'll be what she needs," she said, her voice cold and determined.

The other Wanda struggled, but the chains were too strong. "You don't understand," she gasped. "You can try to be like me, but you'll never be enough. She'll know. She'll feel it."

The Scarlet Witch smiled, but there was sadness in her eyes. "Don't be selfish!"

With a gesture, she opened a portal, throwing the other Wanda into a distant universe, far away from you and the boys. As the portal closed, the Scarlet Witch took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside her. Now, everything was in her hands.

She turned toward the hallway, where her new life awaited, but the weight of envy and jealousy still burned in her chest.

Why her? Why now? Those questions burned in her mind, a cacophony of desire and rage. She had always been the Scarlet Witch — feared, revered, invincible. But before you, it seemed she was none of those things. Before you, she was just Wanda, a broken woman yearning for something that seemed so simple, yet so impossible: to be loved.

To be loved for who she truly was, not for the legend, not for the power, not for the terror her name invoked. She wanted someone who saw the truth behind the mask, who touched the sharp fragments of her being without fear of being hurt. And you... you seemed to be that person. Your presence challenged everything she believed about herself, about love, about the world.

But with that light came a shadow darker than any magic Wanda had ever conjured. The desire to possess, to trap, to make you hers — only hers. It wasn’t fair. The universe had never been fair with her, and now, faced with the chance of something real, she refused to let it slip away.

~*~

I have a thing for a mega ultra powerful women, sorry... I think I'm guilty for this time.

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[buckbuckbarnesstuff]

I loved Boulevard Confessions so deeply and this is just the sweetest continuation of their love story. It makes me so whole. This is so cozy and intimite. I am always amazed at the way you are able to make me feel! 🤧😍💕💕

Lemme dive a little deeper and buckle up because I'm gonna shower you with all my love:

“Bucky, you’re freezing!” you say with concern and caught off guard by the piercing chill of his hands. How long had he been out in the cold? 

I always love how you make the reader so soft with him. He deserve the best and it warms my heart that he has someone who cares and worries about him, especially when it comes to the littlest things. 💜

“Not anymore,” he mutters a response as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his icy lips pressing kisses into your skin. A shiver goes down your spine as the frost on his lips melts away into a heat that you’re used to. 

Getting so weak at his affection. Love how he is so comfortable. Love how he shows his adoration. I wish I could have him so bad ��💕😩

You twist in his arms to face him, pulling him even closer by his wool jacket to kiss the tip of his reddened nose, hoping to bring warmth back to it. Bucky grins at you with a gentle adoration, even more so when you brush off the remnants of winter from his hair and shoulders. His eyes take in your every feature like he wants to commit this moment to memory. 

Loving the fact that he wears a wool jacket. It’s just such a lovely detail and I can picture him looking so cozy and inviting and adorable 🥹 And there we have her softness for him again, it’s so sweet. And him watching her this intensely, making this small moment seem so monumental for him, is so perfect!! I feel my heart swell. 💜💖

Bucky shakes his head, watching as your hands slide down from his shoulders, but before they can go anywhere, he swiftly intertwines them with his own. He uses this small leverage to begin coaxing you out of the kitchen and into the living room with gentle tugs. “Dinner can wait, doll. I want to dance with my best girl first,” he replies, his expression full of pleading affection. 

Best girl always gets me so weak, I'm about to be a puddle on the floor for you to wipe me away. And dancing in the kitchen? Hello? Please tell me where to find a man to do this with me because damn, I'd be marrying him on the spot. Bucky is so wholly romantic, I'm swooning. 🥵🧡💛

“I love you, Y/n. I can’t wait for the rest of our lives to start,” Bucky’s voice is full of devotion, bringing your left hand up to his lips to kiss the spot right where your engagement ring is. You look at him as if he hung the moon for you, “I love you too, Bucky. Forever can’t come soon enough.” Your hands snake up to wrap behind his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss, the kind that consumes as quickly as a spark catches fire. However, before the intensity can reach a boiling point, a loud ringing suddenly breaks it. The timer in the kitchen signaling whatever desires were igniting would have to be put on pause until after dinner. 

This is just the cherry on top! Like this whole thing wasn’t already perfect, you just needed to top it with this. His love declaration, the way he kisses the engagement ring, the way she looks at him, THAT KISS - I can’t handle myself omg!!! I don’t have asthma but I'm definitely gonna be needing an inhaler!!!! 😳❤🥹💕💕

“After dinner, I’m having you for dessert.” 

Not gonna argue with that 👀

Thank you so much for granting us this wonderful piece of art. I tell you that you're amazing every time and I don’t care if you get tired of hearing it because you are so incedibly talented and I adore you and the way your words carve into the deepest parts of my heart in all the good ways. I just want you to hear it as often as possible because you deserve it so badly. ❤👏❤

Thank you so much, many kisses and hugs go out to you!!!!

Dancing Embers

Pairing: 1940s!Bucky Barnes x Nurse!Reader

Summary: A cozy cabin, the love of your life, and the warmth of a fire. What more could you ask for on a cold winter night?

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning(s): none. pure fluff. slight insinuation at the end. female reader.

Prompt/Event: @the-slumberparty december daze -> a crackling fire sets the mood

a/n: This piece is written as a standalone. However, I will link below the pairing this fic is based on in case you want to read more of them. For context, this timeline is one where Bucky made it back from the war safe and sound and is enjoying his life now that the war is over. Thank you for reading! ₊˚⊹♡ Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!! ♡♡♡

how their love story began ♡ || fluffy winter drabbles masterlist ❆

The hum of the radio travels through the air and finds its way into the kitchen where you’re placing tonight’s dinner in the oven. A puff of hot air caresses your face as you close the oven door, the casserole dish cocooned inside by a blazing heat. You pick up the small timer from the counter and twist the dial, setting it for thirty minutes. 

Now, you have to find something to do to pass the time…

You look around the unfamiliar kitchen, its rustic woodsy furnishing a cozy contrast to the one in your apartment in the city. A smile makes its way to your face as you recall how Bucky surprised you with this weekend getaway. It was after you came home from a shift at the children’s clinic—exhaustion heavy in your bones. An exhaustion he eased with a homecooked meal and a plethora of loving kisses. All leading up to the surprise of a weekend trip just for the two of you, presented to you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a handwritten note.

You started packing right away after that. 

While still ruminating on the joy of the memory, you begin to tidy up the mess in the kitchen—the one left from your dinner preparations. There wasn’t much to clean up—bits of leftover ingredients here and a few prep dishes there—but at least it gives you something to do while the timer counts down in the background. 

Out of the blue, a frosty air embraces you from behind. You let out a small squeal as the arms that usually radiate warmth are bitterly cold against your skin. A sharp intake of breath escaping you at the contact.

“Bucky, you’re freezing!” you say with concern and caught off guard by the piercing chill of his hands. How long had he been out in the cold? 

“Not anymore,” he mutters a response as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his icy lips pressing kisses into your skin. A shiver goes down your spine as the frost on his lips melts away into a heat that you’re used to. 

You twist in his arms to face him, pulling him even closer by his wool jacket to kiss the tip of his reddened nose, hoping to bring warmth back to it. Bucky grins at you with a gentle adoration, even more so when you brush off the remnants of winter from his hair and shoulders. His eyes take in your every feature like he wants to commit this moment to memory. 

When it comes to you, he always does. There’s never been a moment with you he doesn’t hold dear in his heart. His time at war taught him to treasure every second he gets with those he loves most. And of course, as the love of his life, that includes you. 

“I’m going to need more than that to warm up, doll,” he claims playfully, before connecting his lips to yours, pulling you flush against him by your waist. Your arms eagerly wrap around his shoulders, melting into him faster than the snow on his body does. The kiss is sweet, yet profound as if the hour spent apart had been entirely too long for the both of you. 

When the kiss has restricted enough air from your lungs, you both pull away only slightly and out of breath, smiling from ear to ear. You collect yourself enough to say, “Dinner should be ready soon.” Bucky, however, has his attention elsewhere as he plants a soft kiss to your forehead, your nose, and then your lips once more. 

“Sounds. Good. Doll,” he mumbles the words between kisses that leave you in a fit of giggles. A sound that almost drowns out the grumbling of his stomach. 

“Someone’s hungry.”

“Mm, chopping lumber will do that to you.”

“Chopping lumber?”

“For the fireplace. I should probably go and get it started.”

Bucky lets out an exaggerated sigh, not entirely keen on going back out into the cold night. He presses a tender kiss to the top of your head before reluctantly detaching his arms from your waist as he heads back outside. He spends the next few minutes hauling in pieces of wood into the living room where he tends to the fireplace. Meanwhile, you get the dining table ready for your dinner for two. 

As you are on the brink of finishing setting up, you notice the radio gets louder—a slow song replacing the previous hum. It’s not long before Bucky comes back into the kitchen, however, this time he’s swaying slowly to the rhythm of the music. There’s a glimmer in his eyes as his hands outstretch to beckon you to him. 

“Dance with me,” he says, taking hold of your hands and placing them on his shoulders. You laugh softly, looking at him with fond mirth. “Maybe later, sweetheart. Dinner’s almost ready,” you mention, glancing at the mechanical timer that would go off in a few minutes.

Bucky shakes his head, watching as your hands slide down from his shoulders, but before they can go anywhere, he swiftly intertwines them with his own. He uses this small leverage to begin coaxing you out of the kitchen and into the living room with gentle tugs. “Dinner can wait, doll. I want to dance with my best girl first,” he replies, his expression full of pleading affection. 

You can never say no when he looks at you like that. 

You throw the image of the timer to the back of your head and follow Bucky into the center of the living room. To your right, the fireplace crackles beautifully with bright embers, cascading the room in an amber glow. To your left, the coffee table, handcrafted in oak, is pushed up against the sofa, giving you enough space by the fireplace to dance. 

Bucky’s hands find purchase at your waist as he anchors you closer. Your hands settle against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. Soon your hips and his gradually sway in sync, letting the melody of the song guide you. 

You hold each other close for what seems like a lifetime, the heat of the fire amplifying the warmth that radiates between you. Its flames flicker alongside you as if slow dancing themselves. The serenity of the moment forever engraves itself into your heart. 

“I love you, Y/n. I can’t wait for the rest of our lives to start,” Bucky’s voice is full of devotion, bringing your left hand up to his lips to kiss the spot right where your engagement ring is. You look at him as if he hung the moon for you, “I love you too, Bucky. Forever can’t come soon enough.” Your hands snake up to wrap behind his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss, the kind that consumes as quickly as a spark catches fire. However, before the intensity can reach a boiling point, a loud ringing suddenly breaks it. The timer in the kitchen signaling whatever desires were igniting would have to be put on pause until after dinner. 

“Dinners ready,” neither of you are ready to break apart when you whisper this. A beat passes and Bucky lifts your chin gently with his finger, so your gaze locks with his adoring one.

“One more kiss.”

“The casserole is going to burn.” 

“Just one more?”

There he goes again with that pleading expression you can’t resist. 

“You know it won’t be just one more, James Buchanan Barnes,” you point out and he lets out a hearty chuckle. 

“You know me so well Mrs.Barnes-to-be.” 

He kisses you again anyway—short and sweet—leaving you with a promise for more to hold onto. Your laughter mixes with his as you lead him back to the kitchen. He hugs you from behind one last time as he whispers an enticing promise into your ear. 

“After dinner, I’m having you for dessert.” 

[faithsotherhouseofchaos]

Could I please request max x female autistic! reader (childhood friends to lovers if possible) where reader is nonverbal. I’ll leave the rest of the plot line to you because I’m not a very creative individual.

For me||Max verstappen x fem!nonverbal autistic!reader

summary—max has known you his entire life and never heard you speak until three little words to him.

Word count -570

Max Verstappen met you when he was a little boy at the karting track, just starting to chase his dream of being the fastest. You didn’t talk, but that didn’t bother him. From the moment you smiled and pointed at his kart with a curious glint in your eyes, Max decided he liked you.

“Do you want to see how fast it goes?” he asked.

You nodded eagerly, and Max grinned. That was how it started: Max showing off his karting skills, and you cheering him on in your quiet, unique way.

Years passed, and Max’s career skyrocketed. Karting turned into Formula 3, and then Formula 1. But no matter how far he traveled or how busy he got, you remained a constant in his life. You supported him from afar, watching every race and texting him your congratulations after each one. Max relied on you in a way he didn’t with anyone else. You understood him, even when he couldn’t find the words to explain himself.

He never minded that you didn’t talk. You communicated with gestures, expressions, and the notebook you always carried. It was your way, and Max respected that.

But then came that night.

Max had just returned home to Monaco after winning a grueling race in Japan. Exhausted but exhilarated, he invited you over to celebrate. You sat together on his couch, sharing a quiet moment as the city lights sparkled outside.

“You were incredible out there,” you wrote in your notebook, showing him the words with a proud smile.

Max chuckled, leaning back against the cushions. “Thanks. You always know how to make me feel good about myself, huh?”

You nodded, then hesitated, fidgeting with the pen in your hand. Max noticed the shift in your demeanor immediately.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked, tilting his head to look at you.

You glanced at him, your eyes filled with something he couldn’t quite read. Then, for the first time in all the years he’d known you, you spoke.

“I love you.”

The words were soft, almost a whisper, but they hit Max like a thunderclap. His eyes widened, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to process what had just happened.

“You… you spoke,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your cheeks flushing as you looked away, nervous about his reaction.

Max reached out, gently turning your face back toward him. “Say it again,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

“I love you,” you repeated, a little louder this time.

Max’s face broke into a wide grin, his heart pounding in his chest. “I love you too,” he said, pulling you into a tight hug. “I can’t believe it. You spoke—for me.”

You pulled back slightly, shaking your head as you pointed to yourself.

“For you,” Max corrected, understanding immediately. “Because you wanted me to know.”

You nodded, and Max laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You didn’t have to say it for me to know, but… hearing it? That’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He held your hands tightly, his eyes never leaving yours. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

You smiled, tears pricking your eyes as you leaned into him. In that moment, words didn’t matter again. They never really had. But now, Max knew just how much you loved him—and he’d never forget the moment you chose to say it.

[revelboo]

heyhey, just popping in to say your fics have me in a chokehold its all i can think about for the past few weeks your writing is so scrumptious tho the rate at which you're pumping these out like clockwork is a tad concerning remember to plz take care of yourself babe

Thanks! I just write these for fun when I’m bored- with my attention span, I’m bored more often than not unless I’m actively engaged with something

Even if It Kills Me Pt 11

Armada Starscream x Reader

• Stepping into his quarters with the mini-cons in tow, it’s the silence that has him rocking to a stop. Makes his spark constrict painfully. Because you always greet him without fail when he returns, smiling and cheery. Wings flicking slightly, he approaches your little nest where he’d left you and finds you still curled up in your blankets. A vague fear clawing at him until you finally move and he relaxes. Watching Runway dive in with you and the way your head sluggishly lifts to look. “Hey.” Voice softer and huskier than he’s used to, he frowns when Runway nudges you and you still don’t get up. And you make a sharp sound and cover your nose and mouth, groaning.

• “Are you malfunctioning?” He growls as you sniffle and you suppose that’s a good enough word for it. Almost positive you somehow have the flu even though you haven’t been around any other humans to catch it. Watching his wings flick restlessly before he kneels and hesitantly touches a servo to your neck. “You’re warmer than normal. And damper,” he adds, lip curling and you laugh despite feeling awful.

• “I’m sweating because I’m running a fever. It’s fine,” you say, laughing at him. Fever? Doesn’t look like it’s fine as you tug a blanket over your head and make that sound again, entire fragile frame jerking with it to make him stiffen. Not liking this at all. You’re his to care for, but if you have some sort of illness, you need a medic. Feeling inadequate, he tugs the blanket away and you toss an arm over your face like the lights are too bright. Anxiety humming through him, he hates this. Knowing something’s wrong and being helpless to do anything about it.

• “How do I fix you?” Peeking at him, head pounding, his serious expression is too sweet. But of course he doesn’t understand that you can’t just be fixed, that it just has to run its course. But that he cares enough to want to help means a lot. Do giant alien robots even get sick? Or does he just assume you’re broken somehow? “What do you need?” Deep voice somber and worried, you sigh and immediately sneeze again. You’d love some soup and ginger ale, but you’re not about to sic your big, alien roomie on the first store he sees to get them. Can just see him tearing down a wall and reaching in to grab what he wants. Nope.

• “I just need to sleep it off. Really. I’m sure it’s not that bad.” It sounds bad. Venting softly, he sits in the floor with you and flexes his servos. Aware of his mini-cons staring at him expectantly. Like he should know how to make this better. And the way you’d said that hadn’t sounded that confident. What if it is that bad? Wings lifting slightly as you make a different, harsher sound that sets his denta on edge, he reaches and runs servo against your spine until the fit passes. And then keeps stroking you because you arch into his touch like you enjoy it. Maybe the human kids know how to fix this?

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I knew it, i know you - Matt Sturniolo

Sumary: You return to a place in the past, where memories and guilt haunt you as you find your ex, facing what you could never let go of. (Alternative ending)

Warnings: angst, break up, insecurities (on the part of the protagonist) guilt, happy ending, I think that's all.

A/n: So I had to post this since you guys asked for it, btw happy new year my luvs thanks for this year and thanks for all the support I love you so much<3 🎀🤍

𝜗𝜚 Part one , part two (final)

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The streetlights barely illuminated the path as you walked to the parking lot. The cold air hit your face, cutting you like little knives, as you tried to keep your composure. You had left the restaurant in a hurry, your heart in your mouth and Matt’s words echoing in your head like an endless echo. His gaze, that mix of pain and disappointment, was like a blow you couldn’t dodge.

You climbed into the car with shaking hands, slamming the door shut as if that could stop the chaos inside you. For a moment, you just stood there, hands clenching the steering wheel, breathing deeply to keep from breaking down. “It’s for the best,” you repeated to yourself over and over, but you weren’t sure if you believed it anymore.

You started the engine, and low music filled the silence. You drove aimlessly, letting the noise drown out your thoughts, even though you knew it was useless. Every corner, every street, seemed to be filled with memories: his laugh when you did something clumsy, his fingers intertwined with yours, his voice telling you everything would be okay.

Finally, you pulled into a dark park, the kind of place where no one would come looking for you. You turned off the engine and stood there, letting the weight of everything you’d been avoiding fall on you all at once. A tear slid down your cheek before you could stop it. And then another. And another. Until you were crying like you hadn’t in months, your face in your hands, your throat closed.

“Why can’t I be enough?” you whispered into the void, your voice broken and almost inaudible.

Then, a knock on the window made you jump. You looked up quickly, wiping your tears awkwardly. And there he was. Matt. Standing in the dim light of the nearest streetlight, his hands in his pockets and an expression you couldn’t quite decipher.

You hurried out of the car, though your legs were shaking. “What are you doing here?” you asked, trying to sound firm but failing miserably.

He took a step towards you, his eyes locked on yours. “I followed you.”

You frowned, confused and alarmed at the same time. “Why?”

Matt sighed, his shoulders tense. “Because I couldn’t let you go again.”

The words hit like a bucket of cold water. “Matt, you shouldn’t have come.”

“Let me talk,” he interrupted, his voice hard but not cold. He took another step towards you, closing the distance between the two of you to almost nothing. “I loved you, I love you, like I’ve never loved anyone. And when you walked away, I thought it was my fault, that I wasn’t enough for you. But tonight, seeing you, I understood something. You didn’t leave because you didn’t love me. You did it because you were broken. Because you thought walking away would save me from the mess you think you are.”

You tried to respond, but the words caught in your throat. He was right, and that hurt more than anything he could have said.

“I didn’t want to drag you down with me,” you finally managed, your voice barely a whisper. “I didn’t want you to carry my insecurities, my fears.”

“Do you really think I couldn’t handle that?” Matt shook his head, his eyes burning with an intensity you’d never seen before. “Don’t you understand that all I wanted was to be with you? That I didn’t care how broken you were because I’m broken too, and together we could have faced it.”

His words broke something inside you. The tears came back in full force, and this time you didn’t try to stop them. “I’m so sorry,” you murmured, shaking. “I’m sorry for everything, Matt.”

He didn’t say anything. He just took you in his arms with an almost desperate strength, as if he was afraid you would vanish into thin air. You clung to him, letting the warmth of his body soothe the cold that had been in your chest for months.

“Don’t go again,” he whispered against your hair, his voice cracking slightly.

“I won’t,” you promised, your voice choked with tears.

When you finally pulled away, his eyes met yours, and in them you saw something you had long forgotten: hope.

“I want to fix this with you,” you said, a new determination in your voice.

Matt smiled, that smile that always made you feel at home. “Then let’s start now.”

Together they walked to a nearby bench, sitting under the starry sky. They talked for hours, opening their hearts, facing their fears, and promising to never let silence tear them apart again.

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[redvexillum]

I want to take a moment to express my deepest gratitude to everyone who took the time to comment, reblog, and show support for something that was both utterly ridiculous and deeply heartbreaking. Last year was particularly difficult for me due to the wave of hateful messages I received for something as simple as writing fanfiction—a hobby meant to bring joy and connection. But the kindness and support from this fandom have far outweighed the negativity, and for that, I’m truly thankful.

I’d like to give a special shoutout to those who left such thoughtful reblog messages—@peach-flavored-flambe @redfoxwritesstuff, @witch-of-the-writing-desk, @dewdropdinosaur, @toxic-gorgon, @tune-on-in-folks, @synamartia, @fraugwinska, @alastorthirsty, @starmover

Your words, your time, and your kindness did not go unnoticed. It means more than I can say to know that there are people out there who see me and choose to stand by me.

Sometimes, being online feels strange, doesn’t it? There’s this odd mix of feeling like part of a group, yet also feeling so isolated. As human beings, we crave physical presence, touch, and face-to-face connection. The online world, while beautiful in many ways, can sometimes amplify that sense of disconnect. And when you’re on the receiving end of hate, it can drive that knife in even deeper—at least, that’s how it feels for me.

But the support from you all has been a light in that darkness. It’s helped me feel a little less isolated and reminded me that, even though I’m just a stranger on the internet, there are people out there who took the time to care. That kindness, that simple act of standing up for someone you don’t even know, speaks volumes. Words can’t truly express how much I appreciate every one of you for that.

To the anon and the individual who started this whole thing: criticism is fine. It’s part of sharing your work. But hate? That has no place here. If you want to engage with others, do so with respect. Hiding behind anonymity to tear someone down isn’t necessary or welcome.

Thank you again, from the bottom of my heart, to everyone who has shown me support. It’s not easy to step into someone else’s drama, and yet so many of you chose to do so with kindness and empathy. Please know that your support made this gal feel truly seen, valued, and a little less alone.

With all my love and gratitude,

RedVexi 💖🫂

PSA: RACISM, BIGOTRY, ENTITLEMENT IN HAZBIN HOTEL FANDOM

CONTENT WARNING: Inflammatory hate speech, White hate, political baiting, gaslighting, racism, death threats

The messages I’ve received and am addressing below contain upsetting and harmful language that has no place in any community. If these topics are distressing to you, please prioritize your well-being and feel free to stop reading here. Thank you for taking care of yourself.

I never imagined I would find myself addressing this, but here we are. This post is regarding my recent story, Stay With Me, which has stirred up unexpected controversy due to my decision to imply the reader’s race as white. I want to clarify that this choice was made purely for plot purposes.

The story is set in 1920s Louisiana, a time and place where racial and class dynamics were deeply significant. This backdrop was essential to the narrative’s themes of tension and forbidden love, as it explores the societal barriers that would have made a relationship between Alastor and the reader virtually impossible. The decision to depict the reader as an upper-class white individual was not arbitrary—it was intentional, aimed at heightening the drama and emotional weight of their story.

I deeply value the Hazbin Hotel fandom and the x-reader community. Writing for this space has brought me immense joy, and I’ve formed wonderful connections with both readers and fellow writers. That’s why receiving such hateful and inflammatory messages has been incredibly disheartening. The accusations of racism, the vitriol, and the twisting of my creative choices into something they were never meant to be—this has shaken me more than I can express.

To the anonymous senders of these messages: I want to make it clear that my work comes from a place of love and passion. My intention has always been to tell compelling stories that explore complex emotions, societal norms, and the human condition—stories that resonate with readers on a deeper level. To reduce my work to a political agenda or an act of prejudice is deeply hurtful and entirely unfounded.

I want to echo sentiments shared by Kit (please check out her explanation here), another writer in the fandom, who also explored the racial and class dynamics between characters. Like them, I am fascinated by the tension and drama that arise from star-crossed love stories, particularly when societal laws and prejudices forbid such relationships. Writing the reader as white in this context wasn’t about excluding or favoring anyone—it was about creating an authentic narrative rooted in the realities of the era.

For those questioning why I made this choice, I ask: if you can suspend disbelief to fall in love with a cannibalistic, asexual deer demon, why is the reader’s race—chosen for specific plot reasons—the line you cannot cross? My goal as a writer is to craft stories that make sense within their own context. The entitlement to demand otherwise, or to impose personal prejudices onto my work, is unfair and unwarranted.

I hate that I’ve had to turn off anonymous asks. Some of the most heartfelt and hilarious messages I’ve received have come from anonymous users, and losing that connection with my readers pains me. But unfortunately, the actions of a loud, hateful minority have left me with no choice. I will not entertain further discourse on this matter after this post.

To those who have supported me, who have read my stories and shared kind words: thank you. Your encouragement is what keeps me going. Writing for this fandom has been a labor of love, and I pour my heart and soul into every piece I create—for free, might I add. It’s devastating to feel that love overshadowed by hostility.

I won’t let this stop me from creating, but I’d be lying if I said it hasn’t made me question my place here. To anyone who feels entitled to tear down what others create out of hatred or spite: I hope you take a moment to reflect on the harm your words can cause.

To my true supporters: I appreciate you more than words can express. Your kindness reminds me why I love writing in the first place. Thank you for standing by me.

[hwa-stars]

Tea Party

Pairing: Idol dad Jeong Yunho x pregnant fem named reader x Yuna (their kid) x brief aparition of Wooyoung and San.

Genre: too much fluff (I have a baby fever 😭)

Summary: Their princess need to have her tea party at all coast.

Word count: 2.2k

Yuna, their sunshine, had been over the moon about the promise of a tea party.

“With tiaras and cakes and tea! Don’t forget, Mommy!” She chirped just the day before, her little hands clutching her tyudeongi plushie.

But today had spiraled out of control, Yunho looked at the clock and winced.

Minseo had back-to-back with work, and he had a last-minute meetings too.

Both parents promised Yuna they’d make a tea party, but the day slipped away in a flurry of responsibilities.

Realizing they wouldn’t even make it in time to pick up Yuna from daycare, Yunho called Wooyoung and San for help.

“Sure, Yunho." San said at the phone. “We’ll grab her and hang out until you guys are done.”

When they arrived at the daycare, Yuna greeted them with her usual enthusiasm. “Uncles! Did you come to play tea party with me?”

Wooyoung laughed, picking her up. “Of course! But only if we get to wear tiaras."

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Later that evening, Yunho’s phone buzzed with a message from San.

"She’s been talking nonstop about her tea party. She even told that Wooyoung and I are invited."

Yunho froze. He’d forgotten all about it. He glanced at Minseo, guilt already pooling in his chest. “OMG baby… the tea party. Yuna’s expecting it tonight.”

Minseo’s face fell. “Oh no. I completely forgot. How could we forget?”

“Maybe we can reschedule? She’s little—she won’t remember if we miss this one.” Yunho tried to came with a solution, but Minseo shook her head firmly.

“No, Yunho. We promised her. I can’t stand the thought of her feeling like we don’t care.”

He nodded, determination sparking in his eyes. “Then let’s fix this. We’ll make a tea party tonight.”

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When they arrived home, Yunho and Minseo were greeted by a sight that melted their guilt. There was Yuna, perched at her tiny pink table, a tiara sparkling on her head. Stuffed animals lined the table as her "guests," and there were plastic cups filled with imaginary tea.

Wooyoung and San sat on miniature chairs, looking utterly ridiculous. Both wore tiaras, their expressions a mix of happiness for their niece and mild discomfort for the uncomfortable little chairs.

“Daddy! Mommy! You’re here!” Yuna’s eyes lit up as she spotted them.

“Of course, Princess. We wouldn’t miss this party." Yunho said, his voice warm as he crouched to her level.

Wooyoung smirked. “See? She’s fine. You two worried too much.”

Minseo’s heart clenched as Yuna grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the table.

“Mommy, sit here! Daddy, you too next to Mommy! Uncle Woo and Uncle Sannie were helping me, but now you can take over!”

Wooyoung stood, stretching dramatically. “Thanks, my back’s going to snap in half sitting on that thing.”

“I think we make excellent stand-in royalty." San adjust her tiara.

Minseo gave them a grateful smile. “Thank you for being here for her.”

Wooyoung stood, cracking his back. “No problem, but these chairs were definitely not made for adults. We’ll leave you to it.”

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Yuna placed a tiara on Yunho’s head. “Now you’re King Daddy!”

“King Daddy? I like the sound of that." Yunho said with a playful grin, sitting at the tiny table and pretending to adjust the tiara. “Alright, your highness, can you pour me some tea, please?” Yuna pour some 'tea' in his dad's cup.

Yunho lifted the plastic cup, pinky raised. “Mmm, exquisite. The best tea I’ve ever had." He declared.

Yuna giggled, clapping her hands. “You’re a great guest, Daddy!”

Minseo couldn’t help but laugh. “Yunho, you’re ridiculous. But I love it.”

He shot her a wink, his eyes twinkling with affection. “Anything for my little princess.”

As Yuna served tea to her stuffed animals guests, Minseo leaned closer to Yunho. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I don’t want her to stop smiling like this when the baby comes. It’s my biggest fear.”

“Our Yuna is special. She’s full of love—she’ll be an amazing big sister. But I promise, we’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she never feels less loved.” Yunho reached his hand on her belly, softly caressing.

Minseo’s eyes glistened with emotion. “You mean it?”

“Of course. We’re in this together, Minseo.”

Yuna interrupted their moment by holding out her teapot. “Daddy, more tea!”

“Thank you, Princess!” Yunho said, grinning as he extended his cup.

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After the tea party ended, Yuna yawned, rubbing her eyes. Yunho scooped her up, her tiny arms wrapping around his neck.

“It's bedtime, Princess." He said softly.

“But Daddy, I don’t want the tea party to end.” She murmured, her voice sleepy.

“It’s okay." Yunho whispered. “We’ll have more tea parties. As many as you want.”

Together, they tucked Yuna into bed, her tiara placed carefully on the nightstand. As they watched her drift off to sleep, Yunho wrapped an arm around Minseo.

“She’s going to be the best big sister." Minseo said, her voice filled with quiet emotion.

“She already is.” Yunho replied. “And we’ll make sure she always knows how much she means to us.”

That night, Minseo struggled to fall asleep. She lay beside Yunho, her thoughts swirling. The image of Yuna laughing with her tiara tilted slightly to one side kept replaying in her mind.

"You're not sleeping." Yunho mumbled, turning to face her. His voice was low and thick with sleep.

Minseo sighed. "I keep thinking about today. We almost forgot, Yunho. What if there’s a day when we’re too busy, and we actually do forget? She’s so little, and I don’t want her to ever feel like she doesn’t matter to us."

Yunho reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Darling, stop torturing yourself. We didn’t forget in the end, did we? We were there, and she was happy."

“But for how long?” She whispered. “With the baby coming, things are going to change, and I’m scared she’ll feel left out.”

Yunho sighed, shifting closer to her. “I get it. I’ve been thinking about it too. But you know what? Yuna’s got a huge heart. And we’ll make sure she feels just as loved as she does now. The baby’s not going to take anything away from her, it’s going to add more love to this family.”

Minseo pressed her forehead against his chest. “You make it sound so easy.”

“We’re a team and we’ll figure it out, just like we always do.” Yunho stroked her hair softly.

Her heart softened at his words, and she let out a small laugh. “How do you always know what to say?”

“It’s a talent of mine.” Yunho joked, his lips curving into a soft smile.

☆☆☆☆☆

That weekend

The morning sunlight spilled through the curtains as Yunho quietly slipped into Yuna’s room. She was sprawled across her small bed, her tyudeongi plushie under one arm.

He smiled to himself, marveling at how his little girl could look so peaceful yet so full of energy even while asleep.

“Princess.” He whispered gently, kneeling by her bed. “Time to wake up. We’ve got a special day planned.”

Yuna stirred, her eyes fluttering open. A sleepy smile spread across her face as she recognized her dad. “Daddy?” She murmured, her voice soft and groggy.

“Yes princess.” Yunho said, scooping her into his arms and spinning her around lightly. She squealed in delight, her sleepy haze replaced with bubbling excitement. “We’re going on a daddy-daughter adventure!”

“What kind of adventure?” She asked, her tiny hands clutching his shirt.

“It’s a surprise baby.” He replied with a wink helping her get put of bed.

After breakfast, Yunho dressed Yuna in her favorite pastel pink dress, the one with sparkly tulle that flared out like a princess gown. He added her tiara, adjusting it carefully. “Perfect, you look like the most beautiful princess in the kingdom.”

Yuna twirled in front of the mirror, giggling. “Do I, Daddy?”

“The most beautiful.” Yunho assured her, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

The two headed out, Yuna skipping beside Yunho as he held her small hand in his. They arrived at a quaint little café tucked away in the corner of the city. It was decorated in whimsical shades of pink and gold, with shelves lined with porcelain teapots and dainty teacups.

“Whoa.” Yuna breathed, her eyes wide as she took in the magical setting. “It’s like a castle!”

“Only the best for my princess." Yunho said with a grin, opening the door for her.

Inside, they were greeted by a kind woman wearing a floral apron.

“Welcome! Let me guess—you’re here for our special tea party experience?”

Yuna nodded enthusiastically, clutching Yunho’s hand. “Yes! Daddy said we’re having a royal adventure!”

The woman chuckled. “Right this way, your highness.”

They were seated at a small round table covered with a lace tablecloth. Yuna’s chair was adorned with a cushion embroidered with golden crowns, and Yunho had to duck slightly to fit into his chair.

The woman brought out a child-sized tea set in soft pink with golden rims. Yuna gasped, her hands clasped over her mouth. “It’s so pretty!”

“Would you like to pick a tea flavor for you and your dad, your highness?” the woman asked.

Yuna nodded and pointed at a small jar labeled “Strawberry Cream.” The woman pretended to pour tea into their cups, though the “tea” for Yuna was actually warm milk with a touch of strawberry syrup.

She raised her tiny cup with both hands, her pinky sticking out as she’d seen in her cartoons. “Cheers, Daddy!”

Yunho mirrored her actions, raising his own cup. “Cheers, Princess.” He took a sip and made an exaggerated face of delight. “Mmm, delicious. The finest tea in all the land.”

Yuna giggled uncontrollably, her cheeks turning rosy. “You’re funny, Daddy.”

For the next hour, they laughed, shared pretend tea, and even decorated cookies with pink icing and edible glitter.

Yunho helped Yuna carefully pipe hearts and stars onto her cookies, though most of the icing ended up on her fingers—or his.

At one point, Yuna leaned against him, her small hand resting on his arm.

“I love you, Daddy.” She said softly, her eyes sparkling.

Yunho’s chest tightened, and he wrapped an arm around her. “I love you too, Yuna. More than anything.”

On their way home, Yuna clutched a small box with the leftover cookies they had made together. Her tiara sat slightly crooked on her head, but she didn’t seem to care.

“Mommy’s going to love these cookies,” Yuna said, her voice full of pride.

“She will.” Yunho agreed, glancing down at her with a smile. “And you can tell her all about our royal adventure.”

The front door creaked open, and Yuna dashed inside, her tiny footsteps echoing through the hallway.

“Mommy! Mommy! Guess what Daddy and I did!” She called out excitedly.

Minseo, who was sitting on the couch smiled as her daughter appeared in the doorway, her tiara slightly askew and her cheeks flushed from the excitement.

“What did you do, my little princess?” She asked, setting down her book and opening her arms.

Yuna bounded over, climbing carefully onto her mom's lap with her small box of cookies clutched tightly in her hands.

“Daddy took me to a special café! It was so pretty, Mommy! Everything was pink and gold, and there were teapots and cups, and we drank tea, and Daddy said it was the best tea in the whole kingdom!”

Minseo’s eyes softened as she listened, gently brushing a strand of Yuna’s hair back into place. “That sounds magical, sweetheart. Did you have fun?”

Yuna nodded vigorously, opening the box to reveal their carefully decorated cookies. “Look! We made these for you! I made the pink heart, and Daddy made the one with the messy star.”

Minseo chuckled, casting a teasing glance at Yunho, who was watching the scene with a warm smile.

“You must have been the expert decorator, Yuna. These look amazing.”

“Daddy was really funny too!” Yuna continued, her words tumbling out in a rush.“It was the best day ever, Mommy!”

“Well, I’m so glad you had fun, my love,” Minseo said, kissing her daughter's forehead. “Now, why don’t you go put your cookies in the kitchen and play in your room for a bit while I talk to Daddy?”

“Okay, Mommy!” Yuna slid off Minseo’s lap, her tiara slipping down to her forehead. She giggled as she adjusted it and ran off toward the kitchen, humming a tune to herself.

Once Yuna was out of earshot, Minseo turned to Yunho, her smile softening into something more reflective.

“You made her day, Yunho. Thank you for taking the time with her. I can see how much it meant to her.”

Yunho walked over to the couch, sitting down beside her and taking her hand in his.

“I just wanted her to feel special, I don’t ever want her to feel like she’s being left behind.”

Minseo’s gaze dropped to their joined hands. “I worry about the whole baby thing too." Yunho gently squeezed her hand.

“She’s going to be okay. You saw her today—she’s happy, confident, and so full of love. We’ve given her a home where she feels safe and cherished and the baby won’t change that. If anything, it’ll just give her someone else to love.”

Minseo looked up, her eyes glistening. “You always know what to say.”

Yunho chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

[gtgbabie0]

Could you do VI with an insecure fem! reader? Like she walks in on the reader crying and staring at herself in the mirror wondering why she can’t be skinny and attractive like the other girls she sees. It’s just something I struggle with and if you can’t do it I totally understand!!

Thank you. 🖤

⋆⁺ ✮⋆⁺ Vi x Reader

Synopsis: {You’re feeling a little insecure about your body and Vi makes sure you know just how much she loves your curves} AN: Hope this is okay my love <3

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Maybe it was the mirror, the bathroom lighting, the dress that seemed to hug at all the wrong places… or perhaps it was just you. It was a horrible feeling that you couldn’t shake. No matter what you tried to tell yourself or what position you took in front of the full-body mirror, your reflection was starting to make you feel nauseous. Coupled with the already present nerves of this stupid New Year’s party you and Vi were meant to be attending, it was awful.

The familiar tightness seizes through your chest and you can’t stop the tears that begin to prick at your eyes as you tug at the fabric of the dress as if you were trying to mould yourself into a different shape. You were so caught up you didn’t even hear Vi rushing up the stairs calling out your name— “Damn baby-” her words immediately die on her tongue as she takes in your tearful expression.

She doesn't waste a moment, rushing over to you, her rough palms cupping your cheeks, worried eyes scanning over your face. “Whoa, hey… hey, what happened?” Her tone is so sickeningly sweet that you can’t push her away even if the embarrassment that curdles through your body tells you to.

“Mm, nothin’ I’m just being silly.” You huff, sniffling as you wipe your wet cheeks with the back of your hand— turning your head to look away from her concerned gaze.

Vi cups your chin with her thumb and index finger, making you look back at her. “Don’t give me that, it ain’t silly if it’s makin’ you cry, baby.” She replies firmly, brows knitted together.

The words are stuck in the back of your throat and the only thing you can manage to get out is a tiny whimper, a noise of discontent as she catches a stray tear with her knuckle. It breaks her heart to see you like this, so coiled up with emotions that you can’t even communicate with her.

“Come on sweetness, talk to me please?” She prompts gently, ducking her head slightly to catch your teary gaze. Your fingers curl around her wrists to keep her hand against the side of your face, enjoying the warmth, the roughness of her palms somewhat grounding you from completely spiralling into a breakdown.

You sigh softly, biting down on the inside of your bottom lip and she watches your eyes flicker over to the mirror and then back up to her with a shuddering breath— then the realisation hits her and her stomach drops, shaking her head immediately as if she could read your thoughts.

“Oh, that's what's got you all up in knots? c’mere… come here.” Her hands are dropping to your hips, trying to guide you back over to the mirror.

“No Vi, don’t… I don’t—” Despite your protests, she turns you around, hands squeezing at your hips, making you face the reflection as she stands behind you, chin hooked over your shoulder.

Her hands smooth over your hips, up along your waist to interlace her fingers over your soft tummy that was shown off by the dress you were wearing— damn if Vi didn’t think you were absolutely drop-dead gorgeous in anything that fitted your curvy figure.

“What have I told ya, huh?” Her voice rumbles softly against your back, her thumb brushing over your abdomen as she lets her eyes slowly drink in the sight of you right up against her, just where you belong.

You huff in response to her words, tipping your head backwards against her shoulder with a small frown— lips pursed out in a small pout. “I don’t feel pretty. I’m fat and pudgy, and this dress isn’t flattering.”

The more you speak the more pissed off she is, not directly at you— never, just in general because how the fuck can you not see just how much of a complete knockout you are?

“Bullshit—” she huffs, pressing a kiss to the soft curve of your jaw with a small frown. “That’s all bullshit baby, you look so damm sexy in this.” Her lips brush along your neck as she talks, meeting your gaze through the mirror with a wink.

“I’m still pudgy.” You huff, glancing down at her hands that are splayed across your tummy.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing, I love my girl just the way she is— pudge and all.” She promises, dropping a kiss against your shoulder. “You got more on ya to love, more to hold on to…” she continues, the tip of her nose running along your jaw as she nuzzles into the side of your neck. “… s’all soft and warm, you’re perfect, my perfect girl.” you hate how much your stomach flutters at her words, the way she smirks against your pulse point.

Her hands smooth across your stomach to rest over your hips, squeezing the fat lovingly as her eyes flicker across your curves then back up to your face to catch your gaze.

“Yeah?” She coos, chin propped up on your shoulder.

“Mhm, yeah… m’sorry,” The words are barely above a whisper and if Vi wasn’t practically hanging off of you she would’ve missed them.

“Don’t apologise gorgeous, just means I get to kiss it all better…” her caring smile turns into a cocky smirk and her hands are mapping over your curves and dips of your form, feeling you up as she presses big wet kisses all over your face and jaw— down to your neck and over your shoulders whispering sweet nothings into your skin until your all wide smiles and happy giggles.

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[dominicfikeme]

Moonlit Shores – Satoru Gojo

Summary A walk along the beach with your best friend, Satoru, should feel simple—easy. But not when you’re hopelessly in love with him. Maybe tonight, things will finally change. Warnings: Fluff, mutual pining, best friends-to-lovers trope, Satoru being playful and tender, tension, unspoken feelings. Hiii thank you sm for reading! Likes and re-blogs are highly appreciated and I wish a cold pillow to sleep on to anyone who does so lmao <333

Cool air sweeps across the waves, carrying with it the salty taste of the ocean. A flavor you don’t particularly want to taste, but right now, you couldn’t care less. After all, any inconvenience the beach might bring fades away in the presence of your favorite person.

That’s the only reason you’re even here at this odd hour—Satoru and his puppy-dog eyes. You figure accompanying him to the beach is the least you could do, especially after you begged him to join you at an art gallery just the other week, a place he has no interest in. Yet, he tagged along, listening intently as you explained why a certain painting made you feel so nostalgic.

You find yourselves doing this often—taking every opportunity to be together, even if the setting isn’t your favourite. It’s not so bad; you’ve come to appreciate the beach a lot more. The soft sand beneath your feet, the chorus of waves crashing on the shore—makes the whole experience rather enjoyable. Well, that and the sound of Satoru’s excitement as he dips his feet into the ocean for the first time.

You’ve noticed he doesn’t do many things for himself. He’s never really had the luxury of being just a little selfish. Sure, he may come off that way to others, but everyone having known about his strength since childhood means he’s carried an unfair amount of responsibility on the same shoulders he dusts off so easily pretending as if it all doesn't get to him.

For whatever reason, Satoru feels comfortable being a little childish with you—wanting late-night walks on the cold beach, and for whatever reason, you indulge him.

You walk along the shore, arms brushing every few seconds but never lingering longer than necessary. Satoru’s telling you how he got in trouble with Yaga for being late to class, though it wasn’t his fault his alarm didn’t wake him up. You roll your eyes at his excuses and laugh—a laugh that Satoru loves to about.

He’s always looking for moments to joke, no matter how dumb, just to see that smile on your face. A smile you offer so readily, no matter how ridiculous the joke. Even now, you laugh at his complaints about the terrible alarm clock Yaga gifted him for Christmas in an attempt to fix his tardiness. The laughter is so contagious that Satoru can’t help but join in.

In moments like these, with both of you smiling your biggest smiles, time seems to freeze, Satoru’s eyes reflecting the soft moonlight, his white hair messy from the breeze and the natural high of laughter filling the air, you feel free of all inhibitions. You feel an overwhelming pull to take his hand, to pull him closer, to seal your shared laughter with a long yearned for kiss. You wonder if he feels it too, the magnetic pull, the need to be more than whatever you both are, the need to have you close. 

His laughter softens, trailing into a content hum as he looks out at the horizon. “Toru–” you say softly, a kind of sincerity in your tone that Satoru picks up on. He looks at you, something tender in his expression urging you to carry on. But you are unable to, you can’t find the words. Your fingers twitch at your sides, itching to close the small gap between you.

Satoru, unusually patient, simply reassures you with a kind smile, one that allows you to take a leap of faith, letting your hand brush his but this time not pulling away. He looks at your hands, a smile growing ever so slightly as he curls his fingers around your hands. He looks back up at you, eyes soft. You brush your thumb against his knuckles, savouring the feel of his hands in yours, savouring the smile on his face, savouring the electricity that's coursing body because of a simple touch.

A shaky breath escapes you, breaking the silence. Satoru raises a brow, clearly holding back a laugh which only makes you chuckle first. It doesn’t take long before you both are laughing again, the tension giving away to a shared amusement. “You know,” you say, “I think I like the beach a lot more now, I reckon we do this more often.” 

“Yeah? Is it the waves or the company?” he teases, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. 

You grin, a playful sparkle in your eyes. “Definitely the company.”

[o0anapher0o]

"This feels wrong," Hen said, looking from the phone in her hand to its owner, who had retreated to the kitchen and was rummaging through the cabinets with an epic pout on his face, probably looking for more flour. "I feel like I’m dealing with Denny when he was six and throwing temper tantrums."

"Trust me," Chim said. „Eddie and I talked to Tommy yesterday.  He’s not ready for Buck to call him."

Hen gave him an uncomfortabl look. "I don’t know, Chim. They’re adult men, shouldn’t they be able to figure this out themselves?"

The look she receive in return told her that was the dumbest thing she’d said all day, possibly all year.

"Tommy still thinks he nobly threw himself under the bus, so Buck can go and find someone else. We’re working on it, but if Buck calls him now he’s either not going to pick up or tell him to move on, this time Buck might actually listen."

"Well,  maybe he should," Hen pointed our.

Chim’s expression turned impossibly more unimpressed.  "What, like I should have listened to Maddie to not look for her, or how you should have moved on from Karen after your first break up?"

"Okay. Okay. You have a point," she conceded.

"Damn right I have."

"I’m just saying,  not everyone is you and Maddie.  And Maddie seems to think he should let Tommy go."

"Maddie’s got pregnancy brain," Chim waved her off.

"What?"

It took Chimney about two seconds to replay his words in his head. "Shit."

He spun towards Hen, finger pointing at her. "You did not hear that, because I didn’t say that."

Hen laughed. "Congratulations Chim. I guess you’re not ready to announce yet?"

"I have no idea what you’re talking about. Also thank you and yes. So you can’t tell anyone."

"I won’t.  I promise," Hen said sincerely.  "Is Maddie OK?"

Chimney sighed. "Oh Maddie’s great. Over the moon really.  I’m the one who’s terrified."

"So you’re using meddling in your brother-in-law’s love life as a distraction."

Chimney perked up. "If you think I need a reason for meddling,  you don’t know me as well as you think you do, Wilson."

[moxanji-real]

Happy Holidays! Here’s my drawing to celebrate both Christmas and New Year’s—sorry it’s a little late!

Sanji, I just wanted to say… thank you. Thank you for being my light, my savior , the one good thing that’s kept me going through everything. Every year with you feels like a gift, and I can’t express how grateful I am for you. You’ve been my reason to keep moving forward, my motivation to hold on, and my reminder that love can make everything feel worth it.

No matter what anyone else says, you’re mine, and I’m yours. They might not understand how beautiful our bond is, but that’s okay—because I know we’re meant to be. You’re my heart, my everything, and I love you more than words could ever say.

I’m so happy to share these moments with you—kissing you under the mistletoe, feeling your warmth as we welcome the new year together. Here’s to another year of love, Sanji. I love you so, so much. Always.

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[insomniadreamzz]

Hii can you do a jinx smut where the reader has a disability where she can’t walk properly and has to use a cane or wheelchair. Whatever one you want. Soft stuff 💚

True love

Jinx x Fem!Reader

Mentions of physical disability, smut (soft), fluff

(Little Flashback)

You can still remember the moment you first met Jinx. She saved you from some Enforcers who probably must have mistaken you for someone else. The way you layed helplessly on the floor in pain, already saying goodbye to your life and then suddenly she appeared, shooting them down in seconds you couldn’t even process how quick she was, the thing you couldn’t see clearly though were her pink eyes, the little light string they leave whenever she moved swiftly, she was beautiful and strong.

„Come on don’t lay there like an idiot and go away before more of them will come to get ya. I am not your personal bodyguard, I just had a good moment so…better run before my bullet reaches between your eyes.“ The blue haired girl said and you frowned as you leaned up on your hands. You couldn’t run. You couldn’t even walk properly without any helping gadgets. And even if you had a cane you were just ashamed about your own disability, you liked your wheelchair even though you could at least walk a little but besides the embarrassment of how it looked you were in pain when you tried to walk. But now when your eyes glanced over to the broken wheelchair, little tears formed into your eyes. „I can’t…“ You said with a soft voice, Jinx looking at you with a confused expression. „What? Do you want to get shot?“ She asked again and you shook your head with a frustrated groan. „Ugh no! I mean it. I can’t walk. They destroyed my-…my wheelchair.“ You pouted, trying to hold back your tears and somehow the blue haired girl felt sorry for you. She knew how it felt to be different even though her differences weren’t physically. „Oh damn…I didn’t know that.“ She mentioned before stepping closer to you, glancing to the broken wheelchair and then back to you again. „Well you are lucky I am in a good mood today.“ Jinx mentioned before scooping you up into her arms, the way she could lift you up so easily, her muscles flexing as she did so, it was kind of attractive to you, making you blush.

„Thank you…“ You mumbled. „It’s okay. Tell me where’s your home I will take you there.

(End of Flashback)

Since then you and Jinx became very close. She made a new wheelchair for you all by herself, of course having her signature drawings all over it with neon paint. Every now and then she helped you walk for at least a few steps to keep your muscles intact. She cared for you so sweetly sometimes it made your heart ache of how sweet it was.

Today was one of your bad days. You felt the pain again even though you took your medicine, just one of those days where you can’t do anything but lay down in bed. Jinx knew those days and she was never leaving your side on those days, staying with you all day until you feel better. „Her hand was gently caressing you as you both cuddled, her closeness always made you feel relaxed. You just loved her but you never told her.

„Thank you Jinx…I am happy I have you with me.“ You whispered softly, making her hand hold your gently. „I am happy too. I found someone who understands…how it feels being different.“ Jinx mentioned and you blushed a little bit, feeling the same. „Same here. You like me just the way I am and never treated me like I am a weirdo only because of my…disability…“ Your voice lowered, making Jinx shift a little bit before lifting your head up by your chin, making you look into her beautiful pink eyes, she looked so serious though.

„No I don’t like you. I love you. I love you just the way you are. You don’t have to be able to walk or even run with me. You do show understanding for my own differences from others, my own disabilities, my craziness. You accepted it all. This is so much more important.“ She said, veing serious and honest for once. You kept on staring at each other before you both followed your feelings, closing the gap between you and finally your lips touched, kissing each other deeply and lovingly, both of you feeling butterflies in your stomach.

The kiss deepened as soon as Jinx noticed you returned her feelings, hovering above you as she slipped her tongue inside your mouth, her hands slipping under your shirt to caress your body. You didn’t know how but you totally forgot the pain. You felt so light and save with Jinx, everyone would think you are crazy for that but Jinx gives you so much safety. All that time you knew each other you never felt not save around her. Maybe she was a little bit possessive around you but that was okay according to her past. You understood her and honestly you didn’t mind. You loved how she wanted to show people you are hers.

She slowly pulled back from the kiss to breathe, now her gaze being filled with lust and you felt the same. „I love you too Jinx. Please never leave me.“ You said and that made her reach for your cheek, gently caressing it with her thumb as she tried not to cry. „Oh toots…I would never leave you. I love you way too much. Besides I need you just like you need me.“ She said before crashing her lips against yours again, making both of you moan softly into the kiss, getting lost into a heated and passionate kiss.

After your make out session both you you wanted more. She traveled down your body, leaving wet kisses on your bare skin until she reached between your legs, helping you to adjust your legs a little more comfortably as she spread them so she had a better view at your dripping heat. Before anything she looked at you, her gaze already driving you to the edge. „Are you sure you want me to…“ She started and you blushed, nodding eagerly. „Yes. Yes please Jinx I want it.“ You hummed, biting your lip as soon as you felt her tongue moving, licking along your wetness and playfully flicking it over your clit. She kept on kissing and licking you hungrily, gaining soft moans from you as you felt shivers go down your spine, the good feeling only getting more intense as she started to suck your clit, sending more shivers of pleasure through your body. You never thought you would experience something like this, the way her hands gently caressed your thighs while she was eating you out so good, it felt amazing.

„Mhh…does my girl want more huh?“ She mumbled softly, as she looked at you with a lustful gaze, you having a hard time to look back at her, your cheeks flushed red. „Y-Yes please.“ You really wanted more and Jinx will give you more as she used her finger, easily slipping it inside since you were so wet, gaining another moan from you as she slowly pumped it inside of you, you throwing your head back into the pillow when she added another one, fucking you with her fingers meanwhile her mouth was busy taking care of your clit. The sensation driving you over the edge once she curled her fingers inside of you, hitting your sweet spot.

„Oh…god-…I am so close…please…“ You whimper softly, encouraging her to ho faster and she did, groaning softly when she felt you clenching around her fingers and cumming hard as you arched your back, moaning loudly.

Jinx removed her fingers, wanting a taste of your cum as she used her tongue on you, making you whimper, feeling so sensitive at this point. When she was done licking you clean, she sat up, smiling at you before crawling up to you, placing a soft gentle kiss on your lips. „I love you so much…“ She whispered and you couldn’t feel happier at this point, hugging her tightly against you. „I love you too…thank you. Thank you so much for being with me.“

[ifwdominicfike]

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