#and the best part has been sharing it all with you 💗✨

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can you write Benji x wife newlyweds fluff?✨✨💗💗

Just Benji being such a sweet, soft sucker for his spouse.

Reader is fem but it’s used very loosely.

It hadn’t been long since you and Benjicot were wed and the butterflies within your stomach has yet to subside, but a small part of you had grown partial to the feeling, especially when that feeling was brought back tenfold as you looked over at Benjicot on the bed; only to see him staring at you adoringly.

‘What?’ You asked, feeling a little exposed beneath his gaze and giddy that you got to be the recipient of such a sweet, genuine gaze as his.

‘This isn’t a dream is it.’ Benji asked softly as he reached out to grab ahold of your hand, pulling you to stand in between his legs, ‘please tell me this isn’t a dream. I don’t think I can handle it if all of this is just something I shall eventually awaken from unfairly.’ He adds as you crane your head down to rest yours easily against his own.

‘This isn’t a dream husband of mine.’ You reassured him softly as you stroked your thumb across the back of his hand, watching fondly as Benji’s face visibly relaxed at the sound of your voice, a soft smile hatching across his lips that left your heart melting every time you were blessed with it’s appearance. ‘What makes you think that any of this could only be achieved through a dream?’ You asked, curious as to know how his mind went that that conclusion because to you everything leading up to now has felt all too real to be a dream, you felt too awake to believe that you were in some way in a deep sleep.

‘You.’ Benjicot replied. ‘You’ve always felt like a dream come true to me since the day we met, and in such a way that I could never describe accurately, at least until now that is.’

‘And that is?’

Benjicot got up from the bed and moved his hands to securely hold your face between his calloused palms as his eyes flickered across every aspect of your face, almost as though he were committing this very moment to his memory, like he was scared that he was bound to forget all about it sooner or later and he was desperate to remember how your face looked now; hopeful that it will force his mind to remember the best moments of his life all over again. ‘That you were always meant to be apart of my life. It is as if the old gods made you and I to one day be bound in a shared fate that concludes with us still being together when it all ends. You are the other half of me that I can’t live without.’ Benjicot says as he peppered soft kisses across your face, making you smile at him warmly and reaching your hands to rest atop of his own.

‘You’re too sweet to me my beloved.’ You murmured as Benji pressed a kiss to your lips. ‘You must’ve been a poet in a previous life.’ You added cheekily before squealing when Benjicot playfully bit your lip in retaliation.

‘I meant that in a good way!’ You cried, lightly snacking his bicep.

‘To you it does, but to me it sounded very much like a playful jab made at my expense.’ Benjicot said and moved his hands to your waist, where in which he gave a swift tug and you were brought tightly against his chest, but you weren’t in any position to complain as you quickly latched your arms to his waist and rested your head firmly in the crook of his neck, kissing on it a little as a content smile blossomed across your face while sinking into his warmth.

‘Agree to disagree.’ You said, voice muffled against your now husband as the lull of sleep began to weigh heavily on your eyelids. The excitement of the day had long since drained you and all you wanted to do was to sleep in the arms of your beautiful husband, you couldn’t help but feel giddy calling Benjicot your husband no matter if it was aloud or to yourself, it just felt right.

‘Agree to disagree my love.’ Benjicot echoed as he helped you to bed, pressing a kiss to your forehead, nose and lips before getting under the covers to join you as he held you protectively in his arms, just a pair of lovers spending their first of many nights cuddled up to each other as though fearful of being separated from one another.

[dawn-the-rithmatist]

Harrow the Ninth read continues! Act four is SO MUCH, oh my god

CAMILLAAAAAAAAAA

PALAMEDESSSSSSASS

He’s so upset that she’s a Lyctor and as he should be. Me too king.

YOU NEVER COULDVE GUESSED THAT HE HAD SEEN ME????

I FUCKIN KNEW IT, GIDEON IS OUR NARRATOR

Hi is the woman in the photograph in the shuttle meant to be Gideon or someone else entirely

SO MANY LETTERS BEING OPENED! I’ve been waiting hehehe

Ianthe bartering in the Coronabeth letter is so funny. Sign all contracts with xoxoxo

CORONABETH HAS GIDEON’S RAPIER, IM SO SICK

WE’RE NOT ON THE SAME SIDE ANYMORE?!?!

Ohohohohho

Except for Judith?? Who appears to be a prisoner of some sort in this situation. Thanks for the traitor info queen

The weather at Canaan house? Blood fog and blood snow?? Low-key why does the blood-water-weather sound like the River

Oh they’re DEFINITELY IN THE RIVER. those weird veins that are popping up are literally bleeding River water

Teacher sounds insane, but also he’s making some weird fucked up sense

It sounds like he’s definitely talking about the Body in the tomb and that the Lyctors begged Jod to put her in there??

And the whole “I was only a man, or perhaps fifty men” combined with Jod hearing about Harrow being 200 babies and going “oooohhh same” combined with the “five hundred into fifty” note from book one… I am cooking…

Idk what I’m cooking yet but the pot is on the stove and simmering

I guess I’m wondering if it takes a significant amount of deaths or something like the resurrection to be pulled off. Like we would have no way of knowing if John brought back only a part of the population instead of everybody.

Am I cooking chat

Was that none pizza left beef????????? Wha

Why

What the fuck

1) why is he using tumblr memes for the apocalypse and 2) what the fuck

Why would he know

Wait.

Wait wait wait wait wait wait

Dots are dotting

Is this OUR SOLAR SYSTEM

IS JOD FROM FUCKIN. EARTH?!?!?!

“ARE YOU AND IANTHE BEING SAFE?” IM ON THE FLOOR AHAHSJDJKFJFJF

“We—are not—intimate.” “Neither are we romantic—neither are we, frankly, platonic—”

AHAHSJDJDJFK HARROW SAID ABSOLUTELY NOT

rip Ianthe she doesn’t even know how hard she just got rejected

Oh god the First was earth wasn’t it

“Rising sea levels and a massive nuclear fission chain reaction …” fuck

His first resurrection wasn’t a normal human being but was also an Angry Girl??? Huh.

A L baby girl idk who you are but I love you and I support women’s wrongs

“I like to think that she would like you. You’d make a hell of a daughter, Harrowhark. I sometimes indulge in the wish that you’d been mine.” That’s awkward considering 1) she’s in love with the Body and 2) parents are kind of a loaded thing for her

Harrow girl I need to hug you so bad

OH GOD SHES SHARING THE TOMB THING

Haha. Ha. Haaaaaahhhh. This can only go well

“Did I kill two of my fathers that day?” I need to HUG HER

No I refuse to believe she’s insane in that way. She’s too in love with the Body to have made that up

“Harrow, who the hell’s been tampering with your temporal lobe?” Probably Harrow, let’s be honest. Maybe Ianthe at Harrow’s request.

Zombie Cytherea jumpscare

And you were angry. You were always such a little bitch when you were angry. Gideon I can sense your heart eyes from here

✨experimental lobotomy✨

She stared at her own heterochromatic, night-and-day gaze, at those celestially mismatched irises. One black. One gold. I’m not okayyyyyy

God the severance AUs for this must go crazy. Love life so tragic you get a lobotomy about it

Time to absolutely fuck you up 💗

THE HAIRCUTS LMFAO, IANTHE YOU PETTY BITCH

“Someday I’ll marry that girl” oh honey you think you’re the love interest when you’re actually the supportive best friend. Awkward

And that’s act four! I feel like I need to go run a mile or something, that was so much happening. If you are keeping up with these and have fan art that won’t spoil me, pls pls pls pls send them my way! And thanks to those who already have hehehe

Tag list: @pastelsandpining @sycadadrawsstuff @scoundrelwithboba @turtletotem @g1ngan1nja

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

happy new year everyone!! 🌟✨ it's been almost exactly a year since i first tentatively poked my head into this little space here on tumblr, and being part of the wonderful am/miles/tlsp community here with you all has truly been one of the highlights of my 2023 💗

as i'm sure is the case for most of us, it's been a year of ups and downs for me. i've been lucky enough to experience some amazing things (living in a new city, reconnecting with my creativity, getting my dream job, discovering music that speaks to my soul, making new friends, reading some amazing books) and human enough to experience some less incredible things (chronic pain, family difficulties, discovering my dream job is not in fact my dream job, getting long covid, the ever uphill battle of healing from trauma). through it all, this space has been a continued solace and source of joy, where i've met some truly special people and felt part of a little community where i get to have fun and flail and just be me. i can't even begin to express how grateful i am to be part of a space like this, or how grateful i am to everyone here who makes it what it is ✨

i also just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone who has supported me with my writing over this past year, whether that's through kudos or comments or messages or amazing cheerleading/editing help. one of the absolute gifts of discovering this fandom has been the writing fic side of it. maybe it sounds silly, but writing four walls has genuinely been one of the highlights and biggest achievements of my year. writing has always been something incredibly close to my heart, but my degree left me totally sapped of inspiration and confidence, and i'd been struggling for a while to climb out of that after graduating. something about alex and miles just instantly sparked off inspiration in me that i hadn't felt for a long time, and getting to write about them over the past year has reminded me of the sheer joy of creating and the magic of getting to share that with people ✨

it's something that's finally given me the confidence to pick up my own original writing again too, and i couldn't be more grateful to alex and his wonderful lyrics (particularly the entirety of humbug) and to everyone who's supported my fic ventures for helping me reconnect to and explore my creativity. it's the best feeling in the world to finally feel like i'm coming home to that part of myself and carving out a proper space for it in my life 💗

2023 was far from perfect, but it was filled with so many brilliant moments of illumination and i feel i am leaving it with a deeper sense of myself and my path moving forward. i know it's going to be a rocky one at times, but i am excited for what 2024 holds in store for me - and i can't wait to continue flailing with you all over all things milex and to enjoy all the amazing fics/gifsets/posts/art to come!

wishing all of you a year ahead full of wonderful moments and new experiences and fulfilment 💫✨ i really am more grateful than i'll ever be able to adequately express for this space here, and to all the amazing people i've been lucky enough to get to know through it. here's to an amazing 2024 for all of us 💗💞🩷💓💖💕💝

(the photos above are just a random little collection of ones over the past year that i particularly associate with the various things i've talked about in this post)

[real-life-senshi]

WE HAVE PGSM 20TH ANNIVERSARY SENSHI REUNION!!!!!

Miyuu, Mew and Ayaka posted on Instagram! :DDDDD Ayaka made the same post on her ameblo too! I had a feeling it's going to happen because Ayaka mentioned she was travling into Tokyo for a day since she's moved to Sendai now, but she made it sounds like it was only for work, but I'm so glad my hunch was correct and the ladies arranged to meet up!!!!! I could cry reading their posts! 😭

SAWAI MIYUU

いろいろなお祝いの会💖 20年かぁ みんなが戦士で本当に幸せ あらためて 出逢ってくれてありがとう ずっと一緒にいてくれてありがとう これからもずっと、、 #美少女戦士セーラームーン #🌙 #セーラー戦士 #戦士会 #pgsm #仲間 #戦友 #かけがえのない存在 #小松彩夏 #🧡 #北川景子 #❤️ #安座間美優 #💚 #泉里香 #💙 #沢井美優 #💗

A celebration of various things 💖 20 years already. I feel so blessed we were all a Senshi Once again Thank you for being part of my life Thank you for always being by my side And for all the years to come ...

KOMATSU AYAKA

安座間の結婚のお祝いと今月誕生日の里香＆沢井のお誕生日のお祝いをしました🎂💕 ⁡ なんだかお祝いが続いていて嬉しい🥰 ⁡ 戦士のお祝い事があると私も色んな方からお祝いしてもらえるので、私まで幸せな気持ちになれるんです☺️❤️笑 ⁡ 昨日も、お話しましたが私たちが出会った作品でもある実写版【美少女戦士セーラームーン】の放送開始から20年🌙 ⁡ この作品に出会えたおかげで、かけがえのない大切な仲間に出会えました💖💙❤️💚🧡 ⁡ 20年経った今でもこうして大好きなみんなと集まれて、笑って過ごせることが本当に幸せです💕 ⁡ いつもバイバイしてからも話し足りなくて ずっと連絡を取り合う私たち😝 ⁡ 20年経ったけど『変わらないねうちら(笑)』なんて話しながら、変わらないで一緒に居てくれるみんなに『ありがとう♡』と思った私なのでした☺️🧡 ⁡ 景ちゃんデビュー20周年＆ 写真集発売おめでとう✨ ⁡ 安座間結婚おめでとう💐 ⁡ 里香、沢井、まだちょっと早いけど お誕生日おめでとう🎂 ⁡ I wanna be with you. My best friend♡ ⁡ #戦士 #戦友 #仲間 #戦士会 #安座間美優 #泉里香 #北川景子 #沢井美優 #小松彩夏 #誕生日 #誕生日会 #結婚 #お祝い#幸せ #絆 #美少女戦士セーラームーン #セーラームーン

We celebrated Azama's marriage and Rika's & Sawai's birthday this month 🎂💕 I'm happy that these celebrations keep continuing 🥰 Whenever there is a celebration for a Senshi, I also get many messages of congratulations from all kinds of people, so it doubly makes me happy too ☺️❤️ lol As I mentioned yesterday, it has been 20 years since the work where we all met, the live-action of "Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon" began airing 🌙 It is thanks to this work, I got to meet my irreplaceable and most precious friends 💖💙❤️💚🧡 Even though 20 years have passed, I'm really happy that I can still get together and laugh with everyone I love like this 💕 Every time after we say bye-bye we still feel we haven't talked enough with each other, so we keep in touch all the time I told everyone that even though it's been 20 years "we've not changed all all (lol)", and then I shared my deeply felt "thank you♡" to everyone for having been with me without change all these times ☺️🧡 Congratulations to Kei-chan's debut's 20th anniversary & the release of her new photo book✨ Congratulations to Azama on her marriage💐 Rika and Sawai, even though it's a bit early, Happy birthday 🎂 I wanna be with you. My best friend♡

AZAMA MEW

💗❤️💙🧡💚

昨日は、沢井と里香のお誕生日のお祝い＆私の結婚もお祝いしてくれました🥰

　 そしてなんといっても！10月4日は、 実写版「美少女戦士セーラームーン」放送開始 20周年でした🌙

その日がデビューの景子も20周年❤️ 　

ということで、いろいろおめでとうの日でした🥳 　

歳だけは立派に着実に重ねているけど、 中身と関係性は10代から変わらない大切な仲間です。

　 そして20年経っても私達を応援してくださっている方々が 本当に多くて…感謝です♡ 　

これからもよろしくお願い致します！ 　

#実写版美少女戦士セーラームーン#20周年#戦士#sailormoon

Yesterday, we celebrated Sawai and Rika's birthdays & my marriage🥰 　 And what a special day! October 4th, Was the broadcast of the live-action Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon's 20th anniversary🌙 That day was also the 20th anniversary of Keiko's debut ❤️ 　 So it was a day of celebrations for many happy occasions 🥳 　 Though we are all steadily and admirably getting older, But through the connection inside us, we are still the same precious friends we have been since our teenage years. 　 And there are so many people who are still supporting us even after 20 years….I am so thankful for all of you ♡ 　 I thank you for your continued support moving forward!

[fellow-travelers-fic-recs]

Valentine's Celebration: Week Four Round-Up

Fellow Travelers Valentine's Celebration: Week Four Round-Up

Week Four Prompts: 

Caretaking

“Nothing feels as good as coming home to you/having you come home to me.”

Favorite kiss/sex scene

✨ Spread the love with a quick comment and kudos on the fics you enjoyed, and be sure to reblog this post, so others can enjoy these fics too! 

💠 Authors: if your tumblr (or other socials) isn’t linked, and you'd like it to be, let me know and I'll be happy to add it. Or, if you're linked, and you'd rather not be, please contact me to remove it. 

❤️ very pretty weeds by @beyondxmeasure | Cyantific [T, 2K] Hawk has really put Tim through the emotional wringer this weekend, and he seems far too nice to deserve any of it. Rafael tries his best to give his new friend a warm send-off and a few words of wisdom.

Or, the walk to the ferry from Rafael's POV.

🧡 Under Stars Chilled By The Winter by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G,1K] Hawk has been away in Rome for a week. He comes home to Tim.

Part 7 of Bravery | Part 5 of FT Valentine's Month

💛 you're the home beneath the ruin by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup [T, 1K] Episode 2, Inside Hawk's head.

He thinks about Tim, about the joy he felt when he woke up next to him just ten minutes ago, and another memory comes to him, a memory of him smiling so adorably Hawk couldn't stop peppering him with kisses until Tim laughed, ticklish, and wrapped his arms around him tightly, preventing him from moving, not that Hawk wanted to move. He fell asleep in Skippy's arms, feeling safe and content.

Part 3 of FT Valentine's Month: how do i love thee, let me count the weeks…

💚 in the still of the night by @thewindyoubargainedfor | thewindyoubargainedfor [E, 2K] Tim stayed up, waiting for Hawk to call. Hawk made it worth his while.

💙 gold-skinned, eager baby by @lispenard-street | lispenardstreet [E, 10K] Tim sets out for Fire Island with a single goal: to dig Hawk out of his pit of self-destruction.

As it turns out, Hawk is after something else entirely.

A 1979 fix-it… of sorts.

💜 In your eyes, this is a place worth remembering. by @in-our-special-place |  Cupping_Cakes [M, 630] Hawk stumbled into the room, his eyes blurry and his steps unsteady, but his gaze was fixed on Tim, as if he were the only thing that mattered. A wave of emotions washed over Tim, flickering between anger, hurt, and a longing desire to hold Hawk close one more time.

💗 Where figures from the past stand tall And mocking voices ring above. by @in-our-special-place | Cupping_Cakes [M, 472] They held each other's gaze, their love speaking volumes more than any words ever could.

Thanks to all the creators for your wonderful efforts, and to the readers for taking the time to enjoy and share these fics!

Thank you to @fellow-travelers-events for hosting this event. Prompts for the remaining weeks can be found here.

Ao3 Collection 💗

[roccoparondi]

yay sleepover weekend✨ do you have any woody/brady hcs💗

Hi yes! I need to mention @karasnonsense99 and @zaras-really-dreamless because some of this comes from the conversations I’ve had with them, so a million thanks🖤

HCs are under the cut! They're mostly post-war because that's what I've been working on for them recently.

Woody’s clingy. John’s the only person she really considers family besides Holly, and it’s not long before Holly’s back home in DC with Bucky. John’s not complaining, he doesn’t want to be without her for too long once they’re reunited after nearly two years apart. I don’t think they talk about it very much, at least he doesn’t bring it up, but there are times when he’s really glad she’s there to kind of physically ground him. A lot of late-night drives where Woody lets John just kind of have his space in the passenger seat while still knowing she’s there.

Woody doesn’t have a middle name, so her maiden name becomes her middle name, and that’s how they justify still introducing her as “Woody” to people even after her last name is no longer Woodward. She cringes a little every time someone calls her Kate. If they can't (or won't) call her Woody, Mrs. Brady is the next best choice, please. 

John knows from the start that Woody would never be a stay-at-home housewife type. He wouldn’t have married her if he had a problem with that. She works part-time as a mechanic, of course. The extra money definitely helps when they’re first starting out on their own and waiting for GI Bill stuff to kick in.

She’s not great at flirting, so she’s incredibly direct. He’s certainly not complaining about the ego boost but is exasperated at her complete disregard for subtlety sometimes, especially in public. She doesn’t see why it should be an issue because they’re married. He answers that yes, they are, but it’s peacetime and they’re stateside so they have to save it for when they’re back in the confines of their home.

Their house is older, three bedrooms but on the smaller side. I can see them with a lot of hand-me-down furniture from his relatives and “Hey, the trigonometry teacher said he’ll give us this couch he’s getting rid of if you see what’s wrong with his car.” Probably an old-school white Jesus painting somewhere on the wall, likely a housewarming gift from his mother. Always a little messy and kinda cramped, especially as time goes on and they have more kids (6-ish people sharing a full bathroom and half bath type of deal), but it’s very lived in and a comforting place to be.

Woody takes it upon herself to fix things around the house (she’s good at it, but she also has a bit of a complex about feeling like she’s not bringing much to their relationship. He never makes her feel that way, but her internal monologue isn’t always the nicest to her). So she’s on the roof. She probably has no business being on the roof. Somehow she talked John into holding the ladder for her, and he regrets it as soon as she’s up there, yelling to him about finding where rainwater’s leaking in from and replacing shingles.

They wait two or three years to have kids. It's not that Woody doesn't want to, but she's scared whatever made her parents not care about her might somehow be in her, too (it's not, her parents were just shitty, selfish people). John's over the moon when she tells him she thinks she's finally ready. It doesn't take long at all for her to get pregnant when they're actually trying.

Their first child is a daughter named Samantha (Sammy for short!) and they’re extremely lucky she’s a good kid because they have the hardest time saying “no” to her. John will tell her to go to her room and then she looks at him like 🥺🥺🥺 and he’s all “Wait, I didn’t mean it.” He takes it personally when Sammy says she's a big girl and doesn’t need story time before bed. Woody finds him listening to moody jazz under like a single lamp with a drink in his hand, lamenting Sammy’s growing up too fast (she’s five). 

Sammy’s an only child for a while, until she’s about school age and suddenly John and Woody are having a little bit of an emotional crisis and impulsively start trying for another kid. They have the rest of their kids in pretty quick succession after that, so there’s 5 or 6 years between Sammy and her next sibling, while the rest have maybe a year or so between them. There are no favorite children, except Sammy’s secretly John’s favorite. Don’t tell anyone.

[haruakotranslations]

Special！！！！Yumigeta Ako (23.11.28)

Good evening 🌝

I'm Yumigeta Ako 🛑

Thank you very much for your comments yesterday！

Arghー I just couldn't get to sleep early last night！！！

I told you to but I couldn't do it myself…

Well whatever、these things happen

...

Also today was our 1st day at Yokohama Arena！！！

Morning Musume。'23 Concert Tour Autumn

「Neverending Shine Show」 SPECIAL

Thank you very muchー！！！！

I felt so emotional today……

I'm so glad I got to see this scenery

I knew Yokohama Arena was big、but I was still surprised by just how huge it was。But it meant I could see wayyyyy more of your penlights！！！

So when I first stepped out on stage I was overwhelmed by all of you and your penlights and the size、but I tried to let go of that feeling

I just kept telling myself 「Don't mess up Don't mess up Don't mess up Don't mess up」。

Since we were all wearing ear monitors I knew the other members couldn't hear me〜

But thanks to that I was able to enjoy the rest of my time on stage、which I'm glad about

I mean I was still nervous though〜

Did you all have funー？？

I was also able to take part in the MC！

Looking back on this tour we've really done so muchー right〜！

I've learned a lot😊 And had lots of fun〜

So with this tour and our summer tour

There are 8 more prefectures that I've visited for the first time！

Fukuoka、Hokkaido、Ehime、Miyagi、Iwate、Kagoshima、Shimane、Hiroshima！

The sky in Fukuoka was so beautiful！It was so impressive that everyone was taking photos and videos on the busー I really remember this moment (*^^*)

And the ramen was delicious！

Then it was already snowy in Hokkaido…！

Ehime's Mikyan-chan was so cute😍

In Miyagi I came to love beef tongue

In Iwate the beautiful paddy fields warmed my heart😊

In Kagoshima we saw a beautiful rainbow before the performance✨ The sky was so huge！And the steamed fish stew bun was delicious！

In Shimane we all talked about marriage！

I had so much funー！！！！

Next time I definitely want to visit Izumo Taisha❤️‍🔥

Hiroshima is where I made my oyster debut🦪

Thank you very much for showing me the deliciousness of oysters🍋🦪

I discovered lots of new great things in lots of new places‼️

I wanna go overseas tooー！I'm sure it would be so exciting❤️‍🔥

Also the last day of our tour is finally tomorrow…

And it's the day of Fukumura-san's graduation from Morning Musume。…

I'm still not entirely sure how I feel about tomorrow、but I want to try and stay in a good place and never forget Fukumura-san's smile and the way she often praised me

So I want to be the best version of my self even better than yesterday and today ‼️

I'll do my best and power up💗

I'm so excitedー！

Everyone……

Make sure your penlights aren't dead……

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Well then it's time for today's 【Gettaa Life】✨

Today！

After the performance I ate lots of the food we'd been provided withー！！！！

So cuteー！！！！！！！！

I went straight for the donut because it was so cute、and I chose my favourite chocolate cupcake💗

Here's a question。

Is the red bit under Santa's eyes his

「Mouth」？「Nose」？

I was just really curious、

So I turned to Nonaka-san because she was next to me in the dressing room and I said

「I think it could be a mouth、but I think it's his nose that's gotten red because of the cold」

And Nonaka-san went Huhー！I don't know！！

And then she said

「But I agree with you！」、

But then I suddenly thought

Of the song「Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer」

So maybe it's actually a reindeer in a Santa hat…？？？

And as I shared my deeper thinking with Nonaka-san she said

「Why don't you ask on your blog？！」

I'm so glad she guided me

So what do you think！！！！！！！

Tell me your opinion！！！

With your reasons！！！！！！

I bet it'll be interesting、I'm so excitedー✨

I Getted 「A strange donut」✨

If it's his nose does that mean his mouth is hidden in his beard…？

(´・д・｀)

That's all！This has been 【Gettaa Life】！

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This has been YumiGettaa Ako！Good night🐶🐶🐶

[elixirfromthestars]

I’m gone. I’m so gone. I’ve been melted into a puddle of softness and fluffiness and it’s all because of your beautiful writing Mollie 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I need a moment because I’m genuinely overwhelmed in the best way on how sweet this was like 🥹💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

Your Lumberjack Bucky has stolen my heart and I have so much to say so I’ll leave it under the cut 😌🫶🏼✨

First of all, I’m obsessed with the cover art like it’s so beautiful 🥺💖 you always choose the most aesthetically gorgeous pictures and it fits the fic so well like it’s stunning!! 🧡🧡

You write so vividly and paint the imagery of every scene so beautifully that I feel like I’m genuinely there. Like I can imagine everything in my mind and it’s the most wonderful thing!! 💖 I want to pinpoint all my favorite parts, but then I’d have to put the whole fic so I’l have to settle for picking a few 🤭❤️

The fact that he was so tired and yet all he could think about was making it home to his baby 🥺💗 And he’s the sweetest putting the necessity of others as a priority 🥺🥺 knowing they’d need the wood for the cold season 🪵🤎

The way he only thought of her all the way home. The wedding ring, the sunset, the nickname Bear I’m— 😭❤️❤️

You shifted the duvet to swaddle around his frame once he reached you, cocooning him in your accumulated warmth over the day. Feeling your bare skin against his after hours away from you was liberating, like he had ascended to heaven. Even after years of wedded bliss, Bucky still got tingles whenever the two of you touched.

You were pure magic wrapped in a bottle.

^ Pure magic wrapped in a bottle, EXCUSE ME 😭💗💗💗 It was already so cute how all he could do was admire his Dolly and want to be in her arms and now this??? 💞💞💞

I love how he found so much comfort from just hearing her talk about her day. Like all he needed was her touch and voice to take his exhaustion and turn it into comfort 🥺❤️

Because that was his goal in life. His vow to you in marriage. To make your life as easy and simple as possible. To bring you peace when the world threatened to dull your sparkle.

And boy was he satisfied to know he had achieved that.

^ I need Lumberjack Bucky to make my life simple and easy like are you kidding me he’s the sweetest!!! 😭💖 Vowing to make sure her sparkle stays. I CAN’T 🥹❤️❤️

The way you added the prompt in the end and wrapped it all up in the fluffiest cozy end with Dolly thanking Bucky for being the reason her heart beats 🥺💕💕

Mollie I don’t know what I’m going to do like I absolutely adore how you write Bucky and you always leave me so smitten with your portrayal of him 🥹💗💗

Thank you so much for joining my writing challenge, I feel so honored that mine was the first you’ve ever done 🥹💖 Also thank you for sharing with us this beautiful piece 🥹❤️ I already know I’m going to be obsessed (who am I kidding I’m already obsessed lol) with The Love In The Woods Collection, so be prepared to have me drop in and absolutely lose my mind at every part 😌💕💕💕

A Balm To The Heart

Pairing: Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: After a long day at the woodyard, Bucky finds peace in his best girl’s arms.

Warnings: Pure unfiltered fluff, like the fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed, Bucky’s POV, driving while sleepy (don’t do it!!), pet names, established relationship, oh and did I mention fluff?

Author’s Note: Divider by @saradika-graphics. Proofread by @buckys-wintersoldier thank you so much my darling, you’re my rock 🧡 This is part of @elixirfromthestars cafe writing challenge!! Using the prompt 🍞 “I like hearing your heart beating when I put my head on your chest.” My first ever challenge I’ve been apart of and I had the most fun with it!! Thank you, my sweet Mel! 🥰

The Love In The Woods Collection ❄️

The sun began to lay on the precipice of the day, the light slowly fading out to make way for the dark of the night. Bucky fought the tiredness claiming his eyes, tempting him to fall asleep at the wheel. If you knew he was driving in his state, you’d throw a fit. 

But he had to make it home to his baby. 

Exhaustion weighed Bucky down from a long day at the woodyard. Hauling timber all day to prepare the town for the harsh winter coming up was enough to make his old joints ache with pain. However, with the lack of staff due to the storm blocking most of the roads, he had to do it all himself. 

Bucky just wanted to sink into you. 

All day, he was tormented by the prettiest image of you snuggled into your shared bed, pouty lips and pleading eyes begging him to call in sick, to stay home with you. 

And even though his sanity was tested, Bucky regretfully declined. All the old folks needed wood to keep their homes heated in the cold season and his mind wouldn’t have settled knowing a full day would be lost to his own selfishness. 

Though as he drove back to his cabin, rivers of golden beams shining into his truck, Bucky wished he had taken your offer.  

Although, his sourness sweetened into a warm affection as he caught the glint of his wedding ring in the dying sunlight. 

You love sunsets, Bucky smiled to himself. He had to take you to the top of the mountains to watch another one soon.

He could imagine you at home, watching the remnants of the day with its beautiful colours reflecting into your eyes. 

Sunsets mean the end of the day, fresh starts and hope that tomorrow will bring us more peace than today. Remember that, Bear. 

Your voice instantly calmed the mess in his mind, the stress that had wound his muscles tight. With a heavy sigh, Bucky let go of the toll the day had taken on him and instead focused on where the path ahead would lead him — you. 

The truck grumbled to a stop in the driveway and Bucky didn’t bother stopping to grab his tools or his bags. The pink painted door called to him, called your name, his home. 

Throwing the door open, Bucky quickly shook off his coat and boots. His steps didn’t falter as he made his way to the bedroom. Not when he began peeling his clothes off one by one on the way. Not when emotion clogged up his eyes at the smell of your sweet scent lingering around the house. 

And there you were as he entered his bedroom. Once crafted by his bare hands as part of his first home after he left college, now his safe space in which he was lucky enough to share with his wife. His haven. 

It looked like you hadn’t moved from the morning. Still tangled in the sheets, your hair was messy from your tossing and turning, though your skin glowed beautifully in the golden sunlight that shimmered through the window. The orange tones that tattooed your body almost gave you a vintage look and the sight was enough to render Bucky speechless. 

Just like the day you showed up on his doorstep after years apart. 

Your smile was blinding as you looked up at him, tearing yourself away from your fantasy book he knew you loved so much and placing it on the nightstand. “Hey, baby. I missed you.” 

If that didn’t do things to Bucky’s heart. 

“Dolly,” he gasped, a slight whine to his voice. 

Instantly, because you’re so well in tune with him, your arms opened wide — an invitation to join you. “Come here, you big lug.” 

Bucky didn't waste another second. Clad in only his underwear, he all but jumped onto the bed, the pristinely crafted wood of the frame creaking from old age. 

You shifted the duvet to swaddle around his frame once he reached you, cocooning him in your accumulated warmth over the day. Feeling your bare skin against his after hours away from you was liberating, like he had ascended to heaven. Even after years of wedded bliss, Bucky still got tingles whenever the two of you touched. 

You were pure magic wrapped in a bottle. 

“Can I lay my head on you?” Bucky asked quietly, relishing in the serenity you so easily provided him. 

You laughed, the sound mesmerising to his ears. “Like you even have to ask. Tell me about your day, Bear.” 

Needing no other permission, Bucky laid in your arms. Positioning his head on your chest, his arms wrapped around your stomach and his legs intertwined with yours. He was so much bigger than you, comically so. But Bucky needed to lose himself in your softness from time to time. 

He groaned as the muscles in his joints finally had a chance to relax. “I would much rather hear about your day, sweetheart. Lemme hear your voice for a while, will ya?” 

Bucky looked up to find your cheeks tightened from the large, bashful smile on your face, one that he knew you had tried to smother but failed to do so. They were his favourite. 

You shook your head fondly and squeezed him before beginning to recall your day. It wasn’t filled with much — mostly with bathroom breaks when you could rip yourself out of bed, a trip to the home library down the hall to pick the next book of your series, and lastly an hour of baking. Even so, Bucky listened to you intently, his soul replenishing more with each activity you listed off. 

Because that was his goal in life. His vow to you in marriage. To make your life as easy and simple as possible. To bring you peace when the world threatened to dull your sparkle. 

And boy was he satisfied to know he had achieved that. 

Bucky’s eyes began to grow heavy, the kind that he couldn’t fight any longer. You must have noticed from the loosening of his limbs and the sudden lightness to his body. “Are you sleepy, baby?” 

The rhythm of your heart soothed him as he murmured a lazy hum of agreement. 

“You can rest now, Bear.” Your soft voice sounded further away as sleep started to overtake him, like the prettiest lullaby he’d ever heard. “I’ve got you.” 

Before the whispers of slumber could steal him, though, Bucky smiled — drunken and free. “I like hearing your heart beating when I put my head on your chest.”

The giggle that vibrated from your body to his only made him fall even more in love with you. Bucky purred like a cat as you ran your nails through his hair and finally let himself go. 

The last sensation that registered in his mind was the feeling of your lips pressed against his head and a last declaration of love. “Thank you for being the reason it does.” 

[monsterkong]

Reflections on 50,000 Subscribers: Building a Community Through Art and Conversation

🎊 A Milestone to Remember: 50,000 Subscribers! 🎊

Wow—50,000 subscribers. I’m still pinching myself. When this podcast began, it was a simple dream: to connect, to learn, and to share. Today, it’s become a thriving community, and I couldn’t be more grateful for each one of you who made this possible. 💖

The Heart of the Podcast: Connection and Empathy 💗

This podcast was born from a desire to open up the world of photography and bring people together. Too often, creative work can feel isolating. Through these episodes, my goal has been to turn that sense of isolation into connection—to create a space where photographers and creators from all walks of life can come together and share their unique perspectives.

But it’s not just about photography. It’s about the stories behind the images—the struggles, triumphs, and lessons that shape us as people. Each episode has been a chance to peel back the layers and explore what makes art, and life, so meaningful.

YouTube: A Platform for Engagement and Growth 📺

YouTube has been an incredible platform for this journey. It’s more than just a video-sharing site; it’s a space where creators and audiences come together in a shared experience. Whether it’s through your thoughtful comments or your supportive likes and shares, your engagement has brought this podcast to life in ways I couldn’t have imagined. 💬🌟

From production to post-production, creating these episodes is a labor of love. But seeing the impact they have on you makes every late night and long edit worth it. Together, we’ve blurred the line between storyteller and listener, creating something truly collaborative.

Mindset: The Foundation of Creativity 🧠✨

One thing I’ve learned through this podcast is that photography isn’t just about the technical—it’s about the emotional and psychological. Your mindset shapes everything, from how you see the world to how you frame a shot. It’s what transforms a good photo into a great one, and a great photo into something truly unforgettable.

Through conversations with my amazing guests, I’ve been reminded time and again of the importance of staying open and curious. Their insights have not only made me a better photographer but, I hope, a better human being.

Looking Ahead: What’s Next for the Podcast 📈

As we celebrate this milestone, I’m already looking to the future. There’s so much more I want to explore—new guests, improved production, and even new ways to keep this work sustainable. But I want to hear from you: What would you like to see next? Would you support a subscription model or new sponsorships? Your feedback means the world to me.

For now, the best way you can help is by liking, commenting, and sharing. Every engagement helps us reach new listeners and grow this incredible community.

Thank you for being part of this journey. Here’s to the next chapter—and the next 50,000 subscribers. Let’s keep creating, connecting, and celebrating the art of conversation, one frame at a time. 📷💬

[kimberly-dinglasa]

Shessh

S.H.E.S.S.H stands for:

S - Sightseeing H - Hospitality E - Exploration S - Souvenirs S - Safety H - Heritage

"Welcome to the S.H.E.S.S.H Travel Blog! Here, I invite you to embark on a journey of discovery, exploration, and adventure across the globe. At S.H.E.S.S.H, I was passionate about all things tourism, from the thrill of sightseeing to the warmth of hospitality. Join us as we delve into the vibrant tapestry of travel experiences, offering insights, tips, and inspiration for your next unforgettable journey. Whether you're a seasoned traveler or planning your very first trip, my blog is your go-to resource for uncovering hidden gems, embracing cultural heritage, and ensuring a safe and enjoyable travel experience. Let's embark on this exciting voyage together!"

I will introduce to you the places that I can share my unforgettable trip on Cebu South🤗

Please read every description of the photo below😊

Carcar City💗

Carcar City, located in the southern part of the province of Cebu, is known as the Heritage Town of Cebu. It is best known for its buildings' architecture as the city maintains the historical and colonial structures that were built during the Spanish and American colonial periods of the Philippines

Barili, Cebu❤️

What a nice view! When I look at this view I felt refresh at my mind! It is one of the biggest agricultural towns in the province producing important crops such as rice, corn, bananas, vegetables and coconuts.

St. Archangel Church in Samboan, Cebu

San Miguel Arcangel Church is a Roman Catholic church located in Samboan, a southwestern town in the province of Cebu, Philippines.

Balay'g Sawa Falls in Samboan, Cebu🤩

Balaygsawa Falls is a series of cascades, tumbling down from the top level. There’s a particularly deep hole above the main pool that’s a great lit

Lantaw de Samboan😍

This is also famous in Samboan when it comes sightseeing. Only 50 pesos entrance fee then you can enjoy the view, farm, and also the foods. Lantaw De Samboan is also strategically located, strategic for sunsets that is! The viewing area has a direct – clear, straight, unobstructed – line of sight of the setting sun, really only ever getting blocked by clouds.

View outside at My lola's house in Samboan✨

Fruits and vegetables from Farm of Samboan🤤

When I arrived at my location my mama prepared for this because this is what I looking for.

One of my uncle's art piece. He is locally famous in cebu. His name is John Dinglasa but I also Jess Dinglasa. Both of them has a lots of art work that is already been sold. He always at Robinson Galleria and displayed their works. Sometimes they have a to travel for their works.🤩

This is only places and experinced that I can share to you guys🤗 Maybe next time I can post a lot of my experiences when it comes trips and joirney. This places can help in the tourism industry to attract tourist. There is also a lot of tourist there experience the same that I've explore. If you have a time please visit of that places, you will not regret it! Thank you!❤️

[seiwas]

hi sel! my contribution to the sleepover is . i just wanted to ramble about my boy best friend LOL I love him so much okay

It's his birthday today so I'm feeling particularly sappy, but I don't know if I want to tell him all this cause y'know. Might sound like something else LOL - I'm aro so I will put that out there - but yeah!

We've been rly close friends for a long time - prolly about threeish? years now and this guy has always always had my back. Like I'm so grateful for him whenever he's there to just hear me out or when I'm there to hear me out. We don't go to the same uni anymore although we used to before, but we do always talk to each other from time to time. I love rambling to him about anime/jjk and he always thankfully listens, what a guy 😭 I dunno. Talking to him always makes me feel relieved, not that I'm like, in love with the guy at all. Just pure platonic love and it makes me really soft that I have him in my life!!! And every time we see each other irl he always gives the bestest hugs!!!! seriously I'm glad I've got someone I can confide in and I'm also really glad he trusts me too. I miss him very much lol he's really a joy to be around irl. THAT IS ALL I love him a lot have i mentioned that

hello nonie!! 🥺 welcome to the sleepover!! ✨

oh that is so incredibly sweet!!! i love friendship so much 🥺

i'm so glad you found someone like him in your life nonie!! it's truly such a magical thing to find someone who always has your back, listens to you, and just!! gives you a sense of calm 🥺 (platonic or not!!) aaah and he gives the best hugs too!!!! that's the greatest 😭 how lovely to have someone you cherish so much that you miss them 🥹 AAAAH i am so so happy hearing you talk about this nonie sjhdbgsjd 🥹 i get really soft abt my friendships too and completely get you shadbhsdajb

my guy bsf is technically my bf but i do have two other guy friends i'm really close to (who are part of my bf's friend group!!—we're all in a subgroup together) and!! when i think about everything we've been through together, i get all soft and teary eyed rlly 😭 (been friends with them maybe for 6? 7? years now) 🥹 i always think abt experiencing life with them until we're old, with our own families, passing down all our silly stories 🥹

ANYWAY!! I DIGRESS!! i hope you can hang out with him soon!! 🥹 and i hope that you can meet eachother more often 🥺

let's have a sleepover!! 💗 send me any questions/stories you wanna share!!!

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Wow. I am officially speechless but in the best way possible! When you mentioned you would reblog the entries, I never expected this long of a reblog, and I was flabbergasted when I saw the length. You have exceeded every expectation, and I'm so happy about it! 🤍

I'm so, so, so happy you enjoyed what I wrote, as I had a lot of fun writing it - I'm delighted I had the chance to partake in your challenge, allowing me to create this absolute bomb of fluff that has given me all the warm feelings possible.

With this, I'm also pleased to announce that I'll be adding onto their story with a few more parts, turning it into a short series with an estimated 4-5 parts in total. I cannot get enough of these two, and I have been working behind the scenes with @ccbsrmsf1 to develop some plans to include in the rest of their story.

More reactions under the cut as well, as I'll be answering some of the points you brought up in your reblog! However I will give a minor spoiler alert; Bucky is going to play quite a big part in some of the upcoming parts, though I won't give away too much about how just yet, other than him being the vet like mentioned in this part, of course 👀

First off, I need to absolutely praise the way you built this little universe. I love all the little cameos and roles you gave everyone 🥹💕 Bruce and Natasha being the close friends, Thor the landlord, Loki the interior designer, Bucky the vet (which as a Bucky girl had me losing my mind 💗), and Steve the artist. It brought it all together for me in the best way, like I want to read up on all of their adventures now lol 🫶🏼✨ You have absolutely blown me away with this amazing comment! It was amusing for me to think about what roles everyone is going to play in this story, and there are still a few characters that I haven't included yet that will make a few appearances, too, but I won't give away who they are just yet! 👀🤍

And Momma Stark? I love her 🥹❤️ I can reassure you that @ccbsrmsf1 and I do too; we have been melting over Maria the entire time I've been working on this 😉

Tony being a momma’s boy is so cute and the way the reader wants to surprise him by learning Italian stooooop 🥺❣️ Remember when I said we love Maria so much? Well, we're gonna see her teaching Sprinkle some Italian, as it'll come in very handy in their future 👀

I would absolutely do anything and everything for Coffee Bean. I love that cat. I barley met him and I already love him. He must be protected at all costs and I just know he is so loved by Tony and the reader ❤️❤️ You are absolutely, completely and entirely right about this - I couldn't agree more! He's so precious, and he's already so loved by Tony and Sprinkle, it's only a matter of time to see how much more they'll love him, and how their story will progress. 🤍

Coffee Bean Cafe are you kidding me that is the most adorable thing ever!! 🐈❤️❤️ I love that they finally confessed and kissed on the day their dream was finally coming true like it was the perfect moment 🥹💗💗 There was no better time for them to confess their love and the day their dream came true, if you ask me! It turned it into the perfect, full-circle moment, and I couldn't be happier about the way I wrote that! 🥰

My heart is officially melted, I feel so soft, and I loved everything about this!!! ❤️✨❤️✨❤️✨❤️ Thank you so much for participating in my writing challenge!! 🥹🫶🏼✨ I'm so honored to have been a part of your challenge, as it was a lot of fun! So much fun in fact, that I even created a second story (with a different storyline), so I could share even more joy and fluff with you all! 🤍

Sprinkles Of Romance

PAIRING || CBF!Young!Tony Stark x CBF!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 6.8K

SUMMARY || When your dream of opening your coffee shop becomes a reality, you get a lot more than you bargained for. Not only do you get to fall in love with the shop, you also get to fall deeper in love with your best friend.

RATING || Teen (T)

TAGS || Bakery AU. Coffee Shop AU. Childhood Best Friends to Lovers. Mutual pining. Idiots in love.

A/N || SURPRISE! - I wanted to gift you all a special story, and I'm excited to share this story with you all after three weeks of no stories! From the bottom of my heart, I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading and picking this idea for me to write! It has given me the most warm, autumnal, and happy vibes during the writing, and I hope it will give you all a bit of the warmth I enjoy during this time of year! 🤍

A/N 2.0 || This is written for @elixirfromthestars's writing challenge! The prompts used in this story are Coffeeshop AU - Bakery AU - Saying I love you for the first time - “Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.” - “I’m only doing it because you’re cute.” - “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” - “I’ve tried to forbid myself from falling in love, but now I can’t help it.” - “And when I felt like I was an old cardigan, under someone's bed. You put me on and said I was your favorite.”

All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark

Ever since you were a child, you and Tony were practically inseparable – or, as your mother would say, you two are glued at the hip. Wherever one of you went, the other came along, and this has always stayed the same throughout your life. Tony, Howard, and Maria moved into the house next to yours when you two were still babies, and from the moment you could walk and talk, you and Tony were constantly by each other's sides, getting into all sorts of trouble and going on different kinds of adventures, too.

Throughout it all, you two have also developed deeper, romantic feelings for each other, though neither of you has ever confessed to it to the other. Even though you're both well aware that your friends and family will always support your friendship, relationship, and shared dreams, it is still a hurdle you're unsure how to cross, as neither of you wants to lose the other.

Since you and Tony graduated from business school a few months ago – both getting a degree in how to run a business – you've been on a well-deserved vacation to Italy with all four parents. Still, now that it is over, it's time for you and Tony to return to the real world and hopefully see one of your dreams come true sooner rather than later.

Outside, the weather is turning chillier by the day, and autumn has fully settled over the small town you and Tony call home. The leaves outside are changing colors, and the decoration in your shared apartment has also had a make-over to an autumnal theme, adding to the atmosphere as the smell of freshly baked gingerbread cookies fills the air. While your best friend takes his time to put another batch of said cookies in the oven, the other ones are cooling on the counter, and you are in the middle of getting dressed after a shower.

In front of you is a life-size mirror, and you're checking yourself out from all angles as something about your outfit feels off. You're dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, black boots, a black tank top, and one of your red flannels – a perfect outfit for the weather outside – but it's missing something. Then, as you walk back to your closet for the third time, it finally hits you. As the idea settles in your brain, you take off the flannel with a growing smirk before your feet pad over the hardwood floors of your apartment.

"Hi, Sprinkle," Tony says as he turns to greet you; the butterflies in your stomach are going wild as they always do when you're met with the sight of your tall, broad best friend. As you make your way up to him, he can't help but let out a shy smile, giving him an adorably sweet expression as you crane your neck to meet his gaze. Tony is a good few inches taller than you – you barely reach shoulder height when you're both standing barefoot next to one another – and it's something that has been a part of many of his fantasies about you, though he wouldn't dare to admit that to anyone.

"Can I ask you something?" you say softly. Even though Tony would never say no to you, you still put on your sweetest, most innocent voice to convince him either way. He hums as his gaze wanders over your soft features, the flushed skin from the shower you took earlier still there.

"Would it be alright if I borrow your sweater?"

It's a straightforward question, and Tony can't help but chuckle as he shakes his head slightly. Most of the sweaters he owns are already in your closet, and you could have picked any of those, but you still proceeded to ask for the one he's wearing. If he weren't already madly in love with you, he would be head over heels now, the butterflies in his stomach going wild as he steps closer to you.

"Hmm, I don't know. Why would you need to borrow the one I'm currently wearing when you have so many others already in your closet, ready to be worn?" he asks as he gently caresses your cheekbone with his thumb, his voice dropping lower while his breath ghosts past your cheek as he leans in a bit.

"Uhm… b-because it smells like y-you," you stammer, and Tony shows a satisfied smirk before humming again, letting you know he heard your answer.

"Alright, my sweet Sprinkle. You can have my sweater, but I'm only doing it because you're cute," he tells you with a smile; the heat you were feeling on your cheeks earlier is now soaring through your entire body as he steps back and removes his sweater. Tony's shirt rises a little as he does, giving you a glimpse of his toned abdomen and the little trail of black hair leading into his pants.

The sight before you leaves you nothing short of breathless, and your heart threatens to pound out of your chest as nothing but pure desire courses through your veins. You've seen him shirtless more times than you could count, but seeing him like this will always be some of the happiest parts of your fantasies about him.

"Sprinkle?" Tony says again, and you snap out of your daydream as you realize he's holding out his sweater for you to wear. As you take it, your fingers brush over his, sending a jolt of electricity through your bodies, letting you know you two are even more connected than you thought possible.

"Thank you," you respond before pulling the oversized sweater over your head. The soft and warm fabric feels like you're getting a hug from Tony. His scent envelops you entirely as you curl into the sweater, the sleeves falling over your hands as they fall into place. The entire time, Tony can't help but admire how his sweater looks on your frame and how perfect you look when wearing his clothes.

Then, the little bell from the oven pulls you both from your thoughts as the next batch of cookies is done, and a pang of disappointment surges through your body for a moment. The moment was perfect, but now it's over, and you must return to reality again.

"Can I bring you back anything from the store?" you ask Tony after you've gathered your purse, keys, and phone, ready to head out and get some more snacks for the movie night hosted at your apartment later tonight.

"A few more bags of chocolate chips, please. Oh, and some peanut butter M&M's!" he says excitedly, and you nod before saying your goodbyes and heading out the door. After putting on your headphones, you head to the store, which is only a 10-minute walk from the apartment. As you look around you, coziness and warmth envelop you, as autumn has always been your favorite time.

The scent of freshly fallen rain hangs in the air as you take your time; your pace slows as you enjoy your surroundings, but something catches your eye. Across the street, there's a large sign saying the store is for rent, and you can't help but go over, wanting to get a closer look. Right next door to the empty store is your favorite bookshop, and on the other side is a small restaurant, which fills the air with the rich smells coming out of its kitchen.

As you look inside, you have a perfect view of the store, which is illuminated by the golden rays of the sun coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It's a large space that allows for many possibilities, but the first that comes to mind is one that you and Tony have been dreaming of for years: a bakery with a coffee shop section built in.

Your fantasies come to life before your eyes as you imagine yourself behind the counter, making coffee while your best friend is working on the most delicious pastries that will fill the display with lots of colors. The smells fill the store as soft music plays, and laughter and conversations can be heard. Outside, people can enjoy the sun in the seating area and come in to see what you have to offer.

As you stand there, thinking about all the possibilities, you've completely forgotten about going to the grocery store, as all you can think about now is calling Tony and telling him your thoughts. Between the moment you grab your phone and the moment Tony answers your FaceTime call, barely 5 seconds pass before you're met with his beautiful smile, and a warmth spreads through your chest at the sight.

"Miss me already, Sprinkle?" Tony quips as he answers, making you laugh heartily.

"You know I always miss you when I'm not with you, Tony, but that's not why I'm calling! I was hoping to get your opinions and thoughts on something, as I may have found a way to make one of our dreams come true!" your voice rises about an octave from pure excitement. Before you know it, Tony is on his way to where you're standing, barely five minutes from your apartment.

Within minutes, you see the handsome features of your best friend as he walks closer, and a flurry of butterflies goes wild in your stomach at the sight. His casual style – jeans, sneakers, and a leather jacket thrown over a henley he put on after you took his sweater – is something you've fallen in love with over the years, and it compliments his messy hair and facial hair, making his entire look a combination to die for.

"Hi, Sprinkle," Tony says as he pulls you in for a hug. You can't help but sigh as your cheek is pressed against the firmness of his chest. You can never get enough of his hugs, and you hold on for a little longer than you would with anyone else.

"What's the sigh for?" Tony asks when pulling away, and you feel a burning heat in your cheeks at his question, your gaze avoiding his as you look at the pavement.

"I- Well…" you start as you wring your hands together, "I like hearing your heart beating when I put your head on my chest; it's calming to me," you confess. In any other situation, you would never admit something so personal, but with Tony, it feels right to do it, and you two never have secrets for one another – apart from your romantic feelings.

"You're too sweet, Sprinkle," Tony says with a deep red blush on his cheeks, his hands buried deep in his pockets before he does something stupid. He wants nothing more than to hold your hand or kiss you, but for now, he'll settle for what he can get from you, even if his desire tells him something different. He doesn't want to lose you by doing something stupid, as you're keeping him sane in this lifetime.

"So… what did you want to show me?" Tony then asks, curiosity ultimately getting the best of him now. A broad smile lights up your face as you turn around with spread arms, gesturing towards the store you've been standing in front of the entire time. A large sign telling you that it's for rent is sitting a little to the left of where you're standing, and that's when the coin drops for your best friend.

"You—you want to open a store here?" Tony asks, disbelief shining through in his voice. Not because he's against it in any way—it's been his dream for years already—but because you're not usually the type of person to bring up ideas like this.

"Well, I'd like to have a good look inside first, but from what I can see, I think it's the perfect place to open our bakery and coffee shop! We're right next to the bookstore, which is perfect for when people buy books and read them with some coffee and a treat," you tell him, and he nods in agreement. The placement is excellent, and within 20 minutes of calling the number printed on the large sign, there's a showing scheduled.

"I can't believe we're finally making the first steps to make our dreams come true," you tell Tony as you're still standing in front of the empty store, your hand in his as you squeeze it excitedly. He grabbed it during the phone call to ground himself, and neither of you has let go yet – it feels too good to let the other person go just yet.

That night, when you have your friends Natasha Romanoff and Bruce Banner over for movie night, you can't stop telling them all about your plans, and when you've explained it all to them, you can't stop smiling. The idea of opening a store with Tony has been on your mind for years, and now that it's closer than ever, it's like your entire life is going into a whirlwind of emotions in the best way possible.

It's been a week since Tony made the appointment for a showing inside the store, and you're having breakfast at the dining room table together. While Tony is dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, you're wearing your favorite Iron Man pajamas because they're warm and fluffy, perfect for the cooler weather outside.

"How're you feeling about today?" Tony asks between bites of his cereal, and you take a few moments to think about it before answering him.

"Nervous, but excited, too. We've wanted this for so long, and now that it might finally be happening, I can tell that there are a lot of nerves settling in my body," you tell him honestly, and he nods in agreement.

"Me too," he says softly, his gaze meeting yours as you stretch out your hand. His fingers intertwine with yours as he looks at you, a warm smile gracing his stunning features. His facial hair has become a bit more of a beard now, which suits him and only intensifies your feelings for him.

"We're going to be okay, though. We've always done everything together, and this won't be any different," he says, and you nod. Wherever one of you goes, the other will always come along, and it will be that way until the day you die. Then, as you're about to say something, Tony's phone suddenly grabs your attention as he's receiving a call. As soon as he sees who's calling, he turns the screen to you, showing you it's Maria.

“Buongiorno mamma, come stai?”

Each time Tony speaks Italian, you can feel your insides going crazy, as it drives you wild in the best way possible. While you've been attempting to learn Italian over the years, wanting to surprise Tony, something always came along that got your attention instead, so you could never practice enough without letting him know about your plans. While he would be the best teacher, if you want to surprise him one day, you'll have to find a different way.

"We're good; I was just talking to Sprinkle about the showing," he says, and you smile as he mentions you to Maria.

"It's this afternoon, but I'll update you and Dad, okay? I'll tell her you said hi, and I love you, too. Ciao," he says before hanging up, returning his attention to you.

"Mom said hi, and she asked when the showing was even though I told her three times already," he tells you with a chuckle. While Maria is one of the sweetest women you've ever met, she's sometimes not the best at remembering things.

"It's lovely of her to call. I always love how well you and she get along," you tell Tony, and he can't help but blush profusely at your words. He's always been a mama's boy, and he's aware of this fact, but when it's pointed out, he still can't help but turn red – though at the same time, he also loves it because he's very proud of the bond he and Maria share.

Shortly after breakfast, you and Tony are ready to head to the showing, which goes on without a hitch. You meet your landlord – a cheerful man with an Australian accent who introduced himself as Thor Odinson, and before you know it, you're in love with the space. Inside, there's a lot of potential for seating; during the summer, the seating area can be extended onto the sidewalk, too. There's a large counter that can be used as the place where you make coffee and display the pastries. In the back, there's an extensive stockroom and a large kitchen that will be turned into a workspace for Tony, as he will do most of the baking once the shop opens.

"So, what do you think?" Tony asks as you're standing in the stockroom together - Thor has left the two of you alone for a moment after excusing himself to pick up a phone call.

"I think we should go for it. The place has a lot of potential, as you saw, and I think Thor is also very nice," you tell him, and Tony nods. You two are lucky to have a landlord like him if you rent the shop, as he seems to be a hardworking, honest guy who's also in for a joke now and again.

"I agree, Sprinkle. Let's make our dreams come true," Tony answers softly before pulling you in for a hug. The way his arms wrap around you so effortlessly has your heart beating like crazy, your insides feeling like they're on fire as you settle in your best friend's arms. You're about to take the most significant step of your life, and you're happy that you get to do it with Tony.

Within 30 minutes, you, Tony, and Thor go over all the essential details for the lease, and then it's time to sign. Your gaze is trained on Tony as he gets ready to sign, but not without one last look of reassurance. It will all be okay, as you will do it together. There's never one without the other, and it won't be any different during the project of your dreams. When both your signatures are on the lease, Thor thanks you both with a firm handshake, wishing you good luck before he must go to another appointment.

You're holding the keys to your shop and a black, gold, and dark green business card that reads 'Loki Laufeyson | Interior Designer' on it. He comes highly recommended by Thor – though he also said that even though Loki is his brother, he's not just recommending him because of their bond. He's genuinely good at his job, and you don't have a reason to doubt his words.

It's official: you will open your own bakery and coffee shop with your best friend –the man you love. Your dream will come true in a few months, and before you know it, another one of yours will also come true, bringing a lot of joy to your soon-to-be busy lives.

The past few weeks have been busy, exhausting, and rewarding all at once because even though you and Tony spend almost every single one of your waking hours in the shop to make it nothing short of perfect, it's also going to be an experience you only get to live through for the first time once. You're trying to soak up every second of it. Luckily, you also have help on most days from Loki, who spends his time overseeing the project from an interior designer's perspective, and your friends and family; they all help lighten the load a bit for you both.

Today, Bruce and Natasha have been helping for most of the day, and they have just gone home, leaving you and Tony to finish up for the night. You're sitting on the floor in the middle of the shop, dust, tools, and tarp everywhere, together with a few Chinese take-out boxes around the two of you, when you suddenly hear a noise you can't quite place.

"Do you hear that?" you ask, and without waiting for an answer, you get up, your feet taking you to the source of the noise. On closer investigation, you can hear a soft meow from the back of your shop, where the backdoor is open to let the paint smell evaporate.

"Tony?" you say softly, not wanting to scare the little creature away, as they've most likely been looking for a place to stay warm. The weather outside has taken a drastic turn the past few days, with more rain than you've seen in a long time, and temperature drops to below 50 degrees Fahrenheit regularly. Within seconds of your calling for him, you hear your best friend's footsteps and raise your hand to alert him, as you don't want to scare away the little being in your shop.

"Is that- "

"A cat? Yeah. I think he's looking for a place to stay warm," you say as you bend down to greet the small cat; he won't be much older than a year at most. He's very fluffy, even though he has just come from the rain, and his brown and white fur perfectly complements his piercing blue eyes. He's the most beautiful cat you've ever had the honor of meeting, and you've met a lot in your years on this earth. As you stretch your hand, Tony sits beside you on the floor, and the cat seems courageous and friendly enough to come and say hi.

"He's so cute, Tony; I can't believe the cat distribution system brought us this little guy," you say with a broad smile, making your best friend smile in return. Right now, Tony considers himself to be the luckiest man in the entire universe to share this moment with you – seeing you falling in love with the little furball in your store has him falling in love with you all over again, even though he's afraid to admit it to anyone but himself.

From that night on, that same cat has frequented your shop almost every night, and you've started to bring in some food for him so he has a place to stay warm and get something in his belly, too. Now, he happens to be sleeping on the large windowsill in the front of the store when Loki is paying another visit, and he has immediately pulled all the attention from your interior designer to himself.

"Look at this; who's this little guy?" Loki asks as he bends down to pet him. It's a bit of a funny sight, the man in a sharp black and dark green suit kneeling on the dusty floor to pet the cat that has been stopping by your shop almost daily.

"He wandered into our shop a week or two ago and visited us nearly every night. We have been calling him 'Coffee Bean,' and so far, he seems to enjoy it," you tell Loki while sweeping the shop floor. Tony is in the stockroom, installing some shelving while you've been busy in the front.

"Coffee Bean, huh? That's adorable," Loki says, and you can't help but smile at how he pronounces the name in his British accent. If Thor hadn't told you that his family adopted Loki as a baby, you would never have guessed the two were related, but their dynamic is fantastic. They've often been at the shop together and share a special bond that shines through in their work.

"Have you brought him to a vet to see if he's chipped?" Loki then asks, but you shake your head – usually, when Coffee Bean is visiting the store, it's either too late or you're too busy to have time to go, so you've been putting it off, though you also know deep down it's the right thing to do.

"I have a good friend who's a vet. His name is Bucky, and he's amazing with cats – even has one of his own," Loki tells you with a smile as he gets up before grabbing a business card from his shoulder bag. It says "James Barnes | Veterinarian," with a phone number and the opening hours of his clinic, which is very helpful.

"I thought you said his name is Bucky?" you ask, curiosity getting the best of you.

"You're right, I did say that. His full name is James Buchanan Barnes, but he tends to go by Bucky," Loki explains with a gentle smile before reorganizing his bag and getting ready to head out the door and to his next appointment. Once he's out the door, it's just you, Tony, and Coffee Bean, though what you don't know yet is that there's going to be a surprise guest swinging by later, even though their timing could have been better.

You and Tony have changed into coveralls to protect your clothes, as the time to start painting has finally arrived. It's been a task you have been looking forward to the most, and as Tony is mixing the color—a beautiful maroon—you're getting all the supplies, like brushes and rollers, ready. Then, as you turn around, something unexpected happens, and you're met with a splash of paint all over your body and the deep laugh of your best friend. When it finally sunk in what happened after a few seconds, a broad grin spreads on your features, and you bend down to grab a brush of your own.

"You're going to get it now, Stark!" you say before dipping the brush in the paint and splattering him with it, but you would soon come to regret that, as he's now following you with paint smeared all over his hands. It doesn't take long for him to catch you, pulling you against his body until you're so close that you can feel his breath on your lips. Your heart goes a mile a minute as you try to catch your breath, but it seems nearly impossible with him being so close.

And then, it's as if the world stops for a moment. There's nothing but you and Tony, your breaths mingling, and your closeness. But then, against all odds, you feel his hand cupping your cheek, the wet paint leaving a large handprint, though neither of you cares. Tony leans in first, your eyes slipping shut as he does. And then, when your lips barely ghost over one another, you hear an excited squeal, and you jump back as the thought of an intruder shoots through your mind.

Both you and Tony jump apart with heated cheeks, looking where the sound came from. Much to your surprise, you're met with the sight of Maria standing in the doorway to the shop – she has entered through the backdoor because she brought some décor to go on the walls once the paint was dry. Still, when she saw little Coffee Bean sleeping peacefully in the sun, she squealed from excitement, disturbing your almost-kiss with the man you've been in love with for as long as you can remember.

As you both face Maria, Tony's hand gently wraps around your forearm, letting you know he's close and everything will be okay.

"What were you two piccioncini up to before I came here?" Maria then asked, and Tony's cheeks turned the brightest red they'd ever been as he heard her calling you two 'lovebirds' in Italian. As soon as she saw the splatter of paint, the handprint on your cheek where Tony cupped it ever so gently, and how you two jumped apart at her arrival, she knew exactly what was happening, though she couldn't help but tease her son about it. She's seen her son fall in love with you over the years, and she's beyond ecstatic that he finally made a move, even if she interrupted it. Progress is progress.

"Oh, well- You know, painting," Tony says softly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as his gaze is trained on the floor.

"Hm, maybe you should start painting the walls instead of one another, don't you think?" Maria quips with a wink, and then you remember the handprint on your face. It's been here the entire time they were talking, and now it's your turn to have cheeks that are practically on fire. Without excusing yourself, you rush to the bathroom – thankfully, you already have running water. As you're cleaning yourself up, Tony and Maria take the time to converse one-on-one.

"When will you tell her how you feel about her, Angioletto? She deserves to know how you feel, and based on what I saw before I interrupted you two, she feels the same about you. That woman has been head over heels in love with you for as long as I can remember," Maria says as she rests her hand on her son's shoulder. Even though she's wearing heels, she still has to crane her neck to look at him directly – it's safe to say he got his height from Howard.

"I don't know how, Mamma; I haven't found the right time. Honestly, I've forbid myself from falling in love, but I can't help it. She's such a sweet, caring, and kind woman, and she also has a smile to die for. I've never felt like this before, but at the same time, I'm also scared about what might happen if I confess- I don't want to lose her, Mamma," Tony says, tears brimming at his waterline at the thought of possibly losing you.

"Anthony, there's not a single universe where she'd leave you. You two have been through so much and are destined to be together. The universe has been waiting this long for you two to get together, which tells me it is meant to be. I can tell that Y/N has so much love for you, and you have so much love for her. Please, tell her how you feel because, honestly, if you're waiting for the right time, you'll wait for the rest of your lives and regret never telling her."

While Maria tells Tony all this, you can't help but overhear, and your heart is on fire at the words your best friend's mom has shared. She's also right because you have so much love for him, but you were afraid he wouldn't feel the same about you. Even though the paint is now washed off your face, the feeling of his warm, soft skin against your cheek is something you'll never forget, and the thought of it makes you smile again.

"You're right, Mamma, thank you," Tony says before leaning down and kissing her on the cheek, giving her a radiant smile as he does. Then, you walk back into the shop, acting like you didn't just hear their conversation.

"Hi, Maria," you say before hugging her, and she greets you as well before finally moving over to great Coffee Bean, who has now woken up. Coffee Bean purrs loudly under Maria's touch, and she can't help but feel proud – of Tony, you, and the cat slowly becoming part of your shop, too.

When her back is turned to the two of you, you dare to look at Tony, the memory of your mouths being so close you were breathing the same air still fresh in your memory. You don't get to think about it for too long, however, because the opening date of your shop is slowly creeping closer, and you still need to get a lot done, painting being the first thing.

The past year practically flew by for you and Tony. From the moment you signed the lease to the point you're about to open your shop for everyone to enjoy officially, it still feels like a blur, but you're incredibly excited. The road to get here hasn't been entirely without challenges, but you've managed to overcome every hardship with the help of your friends and family, all of whom are here today to support you.

A few days ago, your friend and artist Steve Rogers was busy making seasonal paintings on the window that perfectly fit the autumn theme. Pumpkins, leaves, pastries, and coffee are all painted beautifully in orange and brown tones, but the cherry on top is that he incorporated Coffee Beans into the art, too. He's sitting in the middle of the window with leaves falling all around him, making him the focal point of it, and he's meant to draw in as many customers as possible.

Today, you and Tony have been making the last arrangements – checking to see if all the coffee machines work, baking many pastries and desserts, creating different sandwiches, and rearranging the furniture until everything is perfect. It's time for the official grand opening in a little over an hour, so you and Tony have returned to your apartment to get changed, and the nerves are starting to set in for you both.

While you've opted for a sweater dress paired with black boots, Tony has chosen a business casual outfit that goes perfectly with your dress. You two look like the perfect pair – and after tonight, you will be the people everyone longs to be. Once back at the shop, you can already see a small line of people outside the door – you are running a special that the first 25 people will get free coffee and a pastry or dessert of their choice, and it seems it will work so far.

In the store, Wanda and Natasha are happily chatting behind the counter as they prepare for the upcoming crowd. Over the past few weeks, they have spent a lot of time here, getting to know each other and helping you and Tony out wherever necessary, and today is the first time they will officially run the front of the shop.

Howard, Maria, and your parents also chat in one of the booths Loki suggested you get. Thor, Bruce, and Tony have placed them perfectly, allowing customers to enjoy the sun as they sit by the windows. Finally, Coffee Bean is sleeping on one of the windowsills again, enjoying the sun like he has since the first day he set foot in your shop.

"Sprinkle, can I talk to you for a moment?" Tony asks, his heart beating so fast it's a miracle you can't hear it. His eyebrows are furrowed slightly as he looks at you, worry settling in your stomach. You nod before following your best friend into the stock room, where you have some privacy between the coffee beans and other stock. He grabs your hands, encasing them with his large ones as he looks into your eyes with his dark brown ones.

"I- uhm… I've been thinking about something for a long time now, and I have never found a moment more perfect to say it – until now. One of our dreams is about to come true today, but I want to make it two. I've been madly in love with you for the past few years, Y/N. There's nothing more I want to do than kiss you and show you the way an amazing woman such as yourself deserves to be treated. But most of all, I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine for as long as you'll have me," he tells you, and it's like all the air is taken from your chest.

Tony lets go of one of your hands, instead tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he continues, "I want to feel your lips on mine, and I need to know what they taste like because the thought of them has been driving me damn near mad for years. Please, please let me kiss you, my sweet Sprinkle," he whispers the last few words until they're almost inaudible, but you hear them crystal clear.

"Okay," you whisper back, and with a large smile, Tony leans to capture your lips with his. Your lips are soft against his own, and the subtle vanilla flavor of your chapstick has suddenly become the favorite he'd ever had the honor to taste. Your hands pull Tony even closer, and with the softest of groans, he parts his lips to allow you to explore his mouth. For a moment, there's nothing but you and Tony as time has stopped, and your entire body is on fire as you take your time together.

Then, you pull away to the feeling like heaven is shining down on you. Even though you're left breathless, it's also the best feeling in the world, as you've finally had the chance to kiss the man you've fantasized about for years. Your mouth splits into a grin, your features lighting up the way Tony loves so much, and he can't help but smile right back at you.

"I'm in love with you too, Tony, and I've seen how you look at me when you think I don't notice. The way you steal glances when I'm reading on the couch or when we're walking through the town. Or when you can't take your eyes off me whenever I'm cooking or baking," you add, making him chuckle in response.

"But there's something else I need you to know, Tony. When I felt like an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite. You always make me feel special and loved; it feels like home with you. You're my home, Tony, and for that, I will love you most of all," you tell him, tears brimming in your eyes as you do. Whenever you feel like you aren't worthy of love, Tony has proven you wrong and shown you what it's like to be so loved that you're practically overflowing with it.

"I love you, Sprinkle. I always have, and I always will," Tony then says before capturing your lips one last time, as it's officially time to start the next chapter of your lives by opening your shop, which you named 'Coffee Bean Café,' after the cat that had nestled his way into your hearts when you started renting the shop. After one last peck on the lips, you and Tony go out of the stockroom, but not without interlacing your fingers first, which doesn't go unnoticed by Natasha.

As you walk by together, she winks at you to let you know she's proud of you, and you can't stop smiling as your cheeks heat up under her gaze. You don't get to think about it too long because it's time to open your shop. After Tony gives a heartfelt speech, followed by you, you officially open the doors for the public, and Natasha and Wanda get to serve all the customers.

"How're you feeling, Sprinkle?" Tony asks when you two finally have a moment to yourselves, and you're almost melting under the sweetness of his gaze. Now that you two have admitted your love for one another, it's impossible not to want to be close to him.

"Excited, but tired at the same time. I'm happy we finally opened our shop, but right now, I mostly want some sleep," you say, and your body emphasizes the point by yawning, making Tony chuckle.

"Me too, but I promise I'll make it up to you tonight with some cuddles on the couch; how does that sound?"

"Like I want to sneak out and get my cuddles now," you tell him honestly, and Tony can't help but laugh at your comment, making some heads turn in your direction. Neither of you notices, though, as you two only have eyes for one another.

"I love you, Sprinkle, and I can't wait to see where this journey will take us." Your boyfriend leans in to capture your lips in the softest, most loving way, showing your love for the coffee shop. Behind you, there's some applause and loud cheering, making you both smile into the kiss. This has been long overdue, but now you plan on making up for every second you missed.

While you and Tony share a lovely kiss, Natasha and Maria look on with huge smiles. Then, Natasha holds out her hand, as the two of them had a bet going about when you two would finally confess.

"I told you they would confess today," she says with an even bigger smile, and Maria fishes a 10 dollar bill out of her pocket, handing it to her as she nods her head in agreement.

Out of all the beautiful things that have come out of the opening of your shop, the friendship between Maria and Natasha is one of the most unexpected, but what's most important is their shared love for you and Tony, as both of them wouldn't want anything other than happiness for the two of you.

[whyeverr]

A tremendous thank you to everyone reading, whether you’ve been with me from the start, or are a new follower catching up, or anything and everything in between. 

I’m finally answering any and all questions about this story, so if there’s something you’re curious about that isn’t covered below the cut, send me an ask! 

As many have already successfully deduced, the true story this has been based on is what’s known as “The Galapagos Affair.”

I first heard this story recounted on a true crime podcast. When listening to this completely ridiculous, stranger-than-fiction story I could see so many scenes playing out in my mind in the Sims. The release of the Island Living EP made the idea seem even more feasible, and it wasn’t long after I finished my Island Living play-through that I decided to head back to Sulani and retell the story that had been living in my head rent-free as best I could with the Sims as my medium. Almost 3 years later, here we are. ☺️

Of course, from the beginning I've had to lean into certain changes to fit my retelling into the scope of the Sims. Sara’s best friend Fleck the raccoon, in reality, was a donkey (above). The Countess, or rather, Baroness, never carried her signature whip (not that CC objects or poses aren’t available for that, I just wasn’t up to the adventure of sourcing them for my game 😅), and there wasn’t any talk of death by pufferfish in real life. (Thank goodness we got both chickens and canning in game with the release of Cottage Living or I really would have had to deviate from the true story.) 

I changed names, too, so it wasn’t too easy for anyone to Google and spoil the ending for themselves or others. I chose to include the character of the Selvadoradian (read: Ecuadorian) guide who gets written out of the hotel company party, but missed the opportunity to include the overlooked Ecuadorian teenager hired on by Doctor Roder (real name: Ritter) to help them settle into their new surroundings, as I did not learn of him until getting my hands on Dore’s book shortly after beginning my series. (And here I thought I’d done my research...) Out of a desperate need for some comic relief, I dialed up the eccentric in “eccentric millionaire” and made Captain “call me Allan” Wolcott (Hancock) a real character. I’d like to think I did a good job making Sara Dach in Dore Strauch’s likeness, but certainly took my liberties with everyone else. CAS isn’t my strong suit. 

It honestly feels a bit weird to share these photos, perhaps because I’ve kept the true story inspiration under wraps for the better part of 3 years, but also because they’re real people. With the exception of the Baroness (and arguably perhaps, to a lesser degree, Doctor Ritter), I don’t think any of these people would have necessarily chosen to step into the spotlight that was thrust upon them (though both surviving women did go on to choose to remain in that spotlight in order to tell their own respective versions of events). 

I’m obviously quite unsure of what any one of them would make of having their story fictionalized via screenshots of a life simulation video game posted to a social media platform in the 21st century... 😄 But I’d like to think I've done right by them by exploring their at-times ridiculous words and actions with empathy (yes, even for you, Friedrich) and not charging in with clear-cut hero and villain portrayals based on whatever I might think happened.

If you’re interested in learning more about the Galapagos Affair, there are loads of short and to the point articles out there (some linked below). You might also be interested in watching the documentary (starring the inimitable Cate Blanchett as the voice of Dore) which features a lot of archival footage, news clippings, journal entries, missives, and photos. If you’re really keen, you may even want to read one or both of the survivor’s books. Dore’s book is fairly dense, and focuses exclusively on the events of the Galapagos Affair. Margret’s is a quicker read, though it goes into a lot more detail into everyday life and homemaking on a remote island and also covers their life on the island over the following decades. And of course their retellings of both key and mundane events differ quite a bit. Both are certainly worth exploring!

Articles

The Empress of the Galápagos Islands, Smithsonian Institution Archives Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 

The Gruesome History of the Galapagos Islands' Nietzsche-Fueled Homesteader Death Showdown, Gizmodo

The Galapagos Affair, ThoughtCo

Coming Soon to a Screen Near You: the Saga of the Empress of the Galapagos, HuffPost

Podcasts

My Favorite Murder: 129 - Coincidence Island [story beginning at 53:10] I no longer subscribe to or generally recommend this podcast but this one from the archives—where I first heard this story—is still an enjoyable, if not super well researched, listen. 

Do Go On: 173 - The Baroness of Floreana Island [story beginning at 5:35] This is a podcast I do listen to and recommend and, if you can believe it, there’s even a cheeky little Sims reference in this episode! (You might also check out their prequel episode 170 - The Essex and the Real Life Moby Dick about earlier happenings on the island of Floreana.) 

Video

Satan Came to Eden: The Galapagos Affair Available to buy or rent on Apple TV or to stream via Kanopy / your local library and definitely not anywhere else

Books 

Satan Came to Eden: A Survivor’s Account of “The Galapagos Affair” by Dore Strauch, Available on Bookshop.org and definitely not anywhere else

Floreana: A Woman’s Pilgrimage to the Galapagos by Margret Wittmer, Available on ThriftBooks

[sublimecatgalaxy]

omg theme night!! i always miss these because of time difference! maybe Joel (TLoU) and “how does that feel?” and “stop pouting” to f!reader? im thinking like established relationship, very fluffy and loving vibes? do with this what you will haha. thank u girl 💗🪩✨

uh YES! I love the fluffy loving vibes, you're the best! Also, I couldn't tell if this was for the smut night or not cuz you said fluffy loving vibes so I went with spice and love LOL anyways.

Joel's heavy, bounding breaths are all that I hear as I press my cheek against his sweaty chest, enjoying the feeling of our bodies wrapped around each other, the cool breeze blowing through the window and calming our heated skin.

"You're awfully loud, you know that?" He teases, finger pressing under my chin to lift my head up, our gaze meeting with a grin and I feel myself slipping further and further into him. I secure an arm around him, fingers tangling in the soft brown curls at the back of his neck and he hums, lips pecking mine gently.

"Do you think we woke her up?" I ask bashfully, stomach twisting in anxiety at the thought of getting caught by his teenage daughter, not prepared nearly enough for her judgement and witty comments.

She must know her father has had something going on behind closed doors even though her and I have never met. I'm typically sneaking in way after she's gone to bed, sneaking past her room and allowing Joel to take me to bed and we've been careful, extremely careful.

His concern was that it would get around to Sarah's mother and it would cause issues in the already lacking custody and he didn't want to jeopardize his relationship with his daughter or his secret relationship with me.

He's apologized nearly a million times, worrying that I'm starting to feel like a secret and as if I'm disappointed but what he doesn't know is that I would do anything, go through anything, to be with him, laying her, beside him in bed.

I would be a secret forever if it meant I could share some of my life with him.

"Nah, girl sleeps like a log most nights." He whispers against my forehead, peppering small kisses to my skin and I sigh in relief, raising a hand to my cheek, feeling my flushed skin.

"Fuck." I mutter with a gentle laugh, still soaking in the post orgasm haze while he does the same, chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths, the opposite of how he was just twenty minutes ago.

"Yeah, fuck." He laughs breathlessly, hand slipping further below the blanket and down the expanse of my shivering spine. "You're too good at that." He emphasizes and I giggle with furrowed brows, looking up at him through my lashes with a questioning look on my face.

"Which part?"

"All of it. 'm having a hard time keeping up with you." I pat his chest, pressing simple kisses along his shoulder while rolling onto my stomach, tossing a leg over his waist as his eyes widen, tongue slipping out to wet his lips at the sight of more bare skin.

"Good, I like you always chasing after me." I whisper teasingly, going to move but I feel my calves cramping up, forcing a groan from me. "I'm cramping up from being on top of you." I move to massage my thighs but he bats me away, digging his thumbs into my muscles with a playful grin.

"Oh god, should I apologize?" He asks with a smirk, eyes softening as I let out a relieved moan, loving the way his fingers just know where to press to heal my pain. "You like that?" He asks against the shell of my ear, accent only deepening and thickening as I groan, gripping onto his shoulder. "How does that feel?"

"Hmm, good." I gasp. "Don't start this again-"

"Start what- I'm being nothing but a southern gentleman." He teases, hand trailing up to the side of my thigh to my bare hip, his eyes shining with nothing but mischief as he gives me a sweet look.

"Mhm, sure." I giggle, not believing for a second that he wouldn't pull me on top of him if I gave him the go ahead and I watch as his lip juts out in a pitiful pout. "Stop pouting." I pat his cheek with a giggle, leaning towards him to press my lips to his, kissing away his dramatic frown.

Before Joel can say anything else, we hear a shout and a groan from the other room, Sarah calling out to us. "Can you guys shut up?"

[slasherwife]

First kiss with slashers 🥺? How does it go? Who initiates it?

first kiss

a/n hi y’all omg ily you guys so so much and i’m so glad to be posting something again ☺️ i’m going to try to be more consistent with posting i promise (*´-`)

summary: tommy, jason, michael, and bo 🥹 you’ve reached level makeout ✨ your slasher trusts you enough to put those forbidden speech flappers on yours in a very romantic scene 😍 they just love you sooo much!

warnings! : “good girl” used (in bo’s)

tommy

When it comes to your first kiss with Tommy, i’m confident it will occur after a days work of hard labor. The harvest has finally begun in late September, and Hoyt has been snapping at your heels since dawn. Tommy has done his best to keep beside you, and give Hoyt a nasty glare when he comes too close or says something too cruel. It’s when you’re both sleepy in the cool dark of the night, and the stars look like you’ve just entered heaven, sitting on the porch stairs. “do you think we’ll be together forever? on the farm?” you know tommy won’t reply, but you look into his eyes that are always soft on you. the inside of his brows lift slightly, and he smiles in your direction. “as long as you want.” he says silently. his eyes turn surprised when you found yourself over him, touching his cheek softly. he relaxes when he finds that he trusts you, as you close in, wrapped in web, in silk threads of bliss. he shudders as something shatters within him, and exhales before he leans in to kiss you, relishing in the shape of your lips and how they feel on his through his leather mask. his heart turns to sunlight and music, singing my y/n i love you i love you i love you, stay with me stay with me stay with me💕

jason

he has hidden from your gaze for a long time, only revealing himself to leave food at your doorstep or flowers pressed within worn down novels. little did he know you’ve read every single book he’s left and gladly eaten every single morsel. don’t be guilty, you’ve more than once attempted to race outside and ask him, beg him to eat with you— but he’s much too fast to even spare a glance. so you’ve decided to take matters into your own hands to find him, trekking for hours on end until you found the coast of a beautiful lake. you’ve brought honeyed bread with you, and cooled milk in your pack to share with him. you’ve been walking for hours, and wish to rest by the tree overlooking the beautiful lake. while sleep was not intended, you proceed to dance in your dreams, with the gentle stranger you’ve come to dearly love, until a pair of unseemly large hands cradles you, weeps, and says nothing except your name. you feel a hand gently brushing over the top of your head as if you’re a precious baby, and a pressure on your forehead before it disappears. he had kissed your forehead with utmost gentleness. you opened your eyes slowly, to see a familiar pair of eyes underneath a mask. he stares back at you, having never seen you this close up, and fails to veil his amazement. you slowly reach up, leaning in, and pressed your lips to the plastic where his lips should be, and jason has never felt more electrified in all his life💓💗💖

michael

at first when he took you as his, he refused to touch you. not in the distant sort of way— you were too good to be true. you were completely perfect. flawless in his eyes. you were his one. it’s almost like he wanted to savor you, save you for later. you were sweet, wanting to please everyone around you, and your personality wove around him like vines desperate to please and make him happy so he wouldn’t hurt you or do anything rash. such a perfect angel. after months of keeping you under his gentle wing in the drippy and dark cave in the barrens of Haddonfield, michael sat beside you, curiously, as you finished the last of the neglected bread he scavenged for you. he was eyeing you curiously, leaning in, beginning to stroke you hair and feeling how soft it was and how hot your skin was under the pads of his fingers. part of him wasn’t sure how to cope with this desire in his heart, “michael… please..” you began to cry, out of love of him and for your own life. “i’m sorry my love.” his eyes seemed to speak, and he ended up taking your face in his one hand, “i want to be with you forever, you know that—! i love you—!” he silenced you, pressing the plastic of his lips, again gently, to your own. the pressure of the soft flesh sent chills down his spine, and he wondered how it would feel to taste your lips without the mask. he would certainly plan on it 🌸🌸

bo

you perfect angel. you lovely flower. you’re his flower, his pretty one. “perfect angels like you deserve the world…” his words were slurred, slow, like he couldn’t understand himself. his half drank bottle of whiskey glistened in the 16:00 sun that shone through the clammy kitchen window no one bothered to clean. his eyes were on you though, minding your own business on the stepping stool next to the back door, eating nutella out of the jar. you smiled. whenever bo drank he got very affectionate with you, and yet more aggressive towards his brothers. bo never hurt you though🤍 while his mood swings gave you a whiplash, he treated you decently. his words however, dripped with honey and watermelon at the sight of you. it was like he couldn’t hold back. you were just so sweet. “come here baby..” he whispered, almost cooed, pupils dilated and eyelids hooded with affection💓you felt compelled. you arose from your seat, and tip toed over to his outstretched arms on the couch. his arms circled around you like a warm surrender to peace. you descended into his darkness. his hands were all over you, caressing your waist, running up your back and kissing your shoulder. “my baby.. good girl.” he cooed again softly, and littered your face in his kisses. he hovered over your lips, feeling the electrifying feeling between his lips and yours. he waited for objection. there was none, but your wanting of his affirming love for you, and he laid his lips over yours like a soft blanket. while you would not receive this kind of gentleness from bo while he’s sober, this side of bo never failed to make you fall in pieces🥹🥹💗💗

vincent

bo went off again. and he almost looked at you with those rage filled where he has when he hates something with a fiery passion, and seeks to destroy it. vincent has told you already that when those eyes find you, it’s over. and they almost did. before vincent came out from under the floors and shielded you from bo’s episode. “it happens when he drinks.” vincent said softly, his voice thin like paper🤍you could only nod, your water in hand as you sat side by side against the wall in the basement. there was a frightening yell, a voice that sounded like thunder,— bo’s voice— and the sound of someone chucking a vase at the wall. you flinched, fear creeping up as you feared bo in this state. you didn’t notice until a second later how close you had moved to vincent. he was slightly tense, even after being close to you for many months now. something in him surrendered, surrendered to you, even though you hardly asked. you looked up as his hand circled your waist to hold you closer. you asked for this hadn’t you? why did you move so close to him as if looking for his protection? you looked into his eyes. “vinny..?” you don’t know why you said it like a question. “it’s ok.” he responded, like he already knew what you wanted, what you were thinking. you combed back a strand of hair softly, and the love you showed him seemed to settle in his heart like a little bird. you leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his masked face, admiring the artwork of it. vincent avoided your eyes, afraid to get lost in the beauty of then. he slid down the wall, his head slowly finding your chest to press his ear to your heartbeat. you stroked his hair, finding peace in the violence of your circumstances🥺💗💗

[candle-willowmint]

🕯️🤎Here is my polyship & OT3: 'Rrrru (main OC & WoL), Vi (my OC) & Raha. They're a closed throuple, Soulmates lovin' each other equally and they're all Pansexual (like me).💗💛💙

They're my everything and mean the world to me. I started telling 'Rrrru story in gpose, and so their story, almost 1 year ago.

✨More about their throuple: They're very fusional, almost inseparable, their connection is strong, mystical but also the fruit of natural & open communication made of boundless love and consideration. Listening, sharing, giving & receiving love with all their heart, respecting the freedom & choices of each of them, trusting each others, and always wanting the best for each other is at the heart of their relationship.🫶

They rarely argue & even if they don't always share the same opinion, they respect, keep an open mind. They talk to each other about almost everything without judgement.😌(each one has his secret garden and they are aware of the importance of this). They take care of each duo of their throuple with endless love & care, not afraid of being cheesy! They suffer if one of them suffers, and are happy when each of them flourishes.🪷

They have endured much, and cherish every moment together, show their love in many small gestures: a gaze, a caress, a sweet kiss, an embrace, a little word, listening & talking for hours, caring, healing, sharing hobbies, preparing their fav dish, a bath... Cuddles, lot of cuddles, making love, kisses, lot of kisses and much more! 🥰🥹

❣️I created them with all my heart, my soul, my guts, based on my vision of things, irl values, experiences, choices, instinct, even if i've never been in throuple. Please perceive them, and thank you for reading me! 🖤

📔To read their story, (still ongoing but main scenario almost done) you can join the non-social discord (link in pinned). I'll repost the whole soon here, except the explicit parts for wich i'll redirect.