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cthulhus-curse · 2 days ago

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Cherry Waves

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 10,079

Warnings: Milf!Stripper!Wanda Maximoff, Teacher!Reader, Smut, Fluff | 18+ Minors DNI

Summary: In which you meet the woman of your dreams in the most unexpected of places before a romance between the two of you blossoms.

The sight of yellow vehicles alongside bouts of snow and bleak, barely tended-to outer walls were triggers of disgust. They were constant reminders of a previous life filled with animosity, a time where the priority was survival, not living. Once as a child there was not much to cling to, ostracized and forgotten by peers who pitied faced experiences. Upon growing up, her life didn’t change for the better, but mostly the worst.

“Drop-off is right here, mom.”

At the sound of the small voice, Wanda shook her head. Her hands loosed over her steering wheel she didn’t know she held onto with mighty fury. “Thank you, honey. I almost missed it.”

“Are you okay?” One of the twins, the eldest by only minutes – Tommy – frowned at her words. “You look really tired today. When you dropped us off at dad’s earlier yesterday I thought you’d be sleeping a lot more. You gotta take care of yourself too, mom.”

“I know, sweetheart, thank you,” Wanda beamed at his words, bags hiding beneath messy makeup from the previous night underneath her eyes. Eyeing her twins from the rearview mirror, she couldn’t help but bask in the loving, short moments the three of them had. “Now it’s time to go to class, boys. I don’t want you to be late again.”

At his mother’s words, Billy grimaced. “Oh about that…”

“Yes?” Wanda didn’t miss the hesitation, raising her eyebrows and crossing her arms upon her chest, small ounces of glitter hiding under her hoodie. “What’s wrong? Come on, you have about thirty seconds to spit it out.”

“Ourhomeroomteacherwantstotalktoyouaboutourtardiness,” Billy rambled. He didn’t wish to stay back, instead hastily opening the door of the backseat of the car before throwing himself out. “Bye, ma. Have a good day, love you!”

Albeit surprising, Wanda couldn’t help the way the ends of her mouth rose at the action. She turned to Tommy who broke out into a fit of laughter, following his brother’s steps as he slid out of the car with a patience much like his father’s.

“He said that our homeroom teacher wanted to have a meeting with you. We’ve been late a bunch of times. I tried explaining myself, but not even the principal was having it,” Tommy shrugged. “Now I get why you don’t like Mrs. Potts.”

The reason was much deeper than that. During her adolescence it was Pepper who made it her focus to continuously pick on Wanda through high school, even up until graduation day. Although the elementary school principal found it to be water under the bridge, each time she was forced to see the woman, Wanda found herself holding onto a constant reminder of her torture.

“I’ll take care of it, sweetie. You just go in and have a good day at school,” Wanda forced an exhausted smirk. “I’ll call later today and set up a meeting. And please make sure your brother eats his lunch, all of it. You don’t have to eat his veggies just to cover for him. Now go, honey, or else you’ll be late once again.”

Unlike his brother, Tommy took the time leaning in and wrapping his arms around his mother, even if in an awkward position. “I love you, mom. See ya later.”

“Bye, Tommy. Remember your dad’s picking you up today, it’s your weekend with him. I love you too, I’ll miss you!”

With the absence of her children for a handful of days, Wanda sighed. Weekends were by far the busiest times, especially as the holiday season loomed over. All she could do was slap her forehead against the steering wheel before dismally driving away, hoping to whatever universal power that she could get through the month in one piece.

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“Red, I need you to focus up tonight. You’ll be front and center while the new girl shadows you. Just show her how it’s done before going out and- Scarlet, are you listening to me?”

Distractions overtook Wanda as she shook her head, turning away from the lengthy mirror and towards her coworker. “Sorry, Ags. I was just…thinking.”

Agatha was the eldest at the club, only a few years older than Wanda and reeking with wiseness. She was something of the leader of the pack, forever ensuring the safety of the other girls, training new ones, and nurturing them all when required. It had been her who drew Wanda into the life of a dancer, promising to care for her and give her an easy way to get by while still present in her children’s life.

The divorce between her and Jarvis had been amicable, and yet living by herself caused her difficulty. As a former paralegal, a career she excelled at, Wanda chose to put her children first rather than her occupation. She was young when the twins were born with nowhere to go with her family having disowned her shortly after her high school graduation when they found her making out with her former friend. Back then Audrey had blamed her for it all, and given her rebellious phase being in full-force, her parents sided with the girl before dumping off their only daughter as though she was trash.

From then on it was Jarvis, her best friend since middle school, who had her back. Only their romance was short-lived, a mistake on Wanda's part who believed she could change much like her parents hoped, as their friendship thrived through adulthood instead. After all, they were much better as co-parents than a married couple.

“Get your head in the game, sweets. I need my best girl tonight. You and I both know that on Saturdays you’re all the boys want to see…and girls,” Agatha gave her a knowing look. “If you get enough tips tonight, maybe you won’t have to come in tomorrow.”

“I have to work anyway,” Wanda shook her head, finishing her makeup before staring at herself through the mirror. “I haven’t bought the boys’ Chanukah gifts. I know there’s over a month to spare, but I’m barely breaking even with what I used to make years ago. Nobody wants to see me, Ags, let’s face it. I’m…old.”

“Honey, you're barely halfway through your thirties. If you’re old then I’m a fucking dinosaur,” Agatha laughed. She stood behind Wanda, hands placed over her nude shoulders that squeezed lovingly. “Plus, you got the best tits in the club. You should be proud of the fact that men pay hundreds just for you to flash them.”

“I suppose that’s nice…I think?”

Agatha wasn’t one to easily take Wanda’s insecurities lightly. “It’s the best compliment I can give you right now. I’m running on a mix of Redbull and coffee that Carol made. So I’ll either stay awake for an entire day or die trying. Now come on, this girl Kate is waiting for the master to teach her a few tricks. Time to shine, Red.”

Meeting Kate, or Lucky as she named herself, was a forever reminder of the youth that escaped Wanda. Although she was barely clothed, only stockings covering her legs alongside knee-high heeled boots and a thin see-through bikini, seeing the younger woman in much less clothes made her become fueled by humiliation.

She showed her the ins and outs of the club, reminding the girl that her safety would forever come first. There was no doubt she’d do well – Kate was young and pleasing to the eye, everyone would fall to their knees for her as they had once done for Wanda. Now with a body carrying carved stretch marks, a painful scar across her abdomen that was a permanent reminder of the birth-gone-wrong of Billy, and rolls upon her tummy, the redhead wasn’t quite sure how to make ends meet. The day job she garnered much to Jarvis’ dismay, who offered to help pay her bills, somewhat allowed her to just get by. As if working dancing at the club wasn’t bad enough, during the days she threw on a uniform to spend lengthy shifts as a bagger at a local grocery store.

As they walked around backstage, Kate noticed a shining golden chain across Wanda’s neck.

“That’s a beautiful necklace,” she pointed out.

Wanda didn’t need to look down as her hand involuntarily went to the Star of David that hung from her neck. “It was a graduation gift from my brother – the last thing he ever gave me, actually.”

“Oh? Well, where is he now?” Kate wondered with furrowed brows.

Since the day she was kicked from her home, her parents barred Pietro from getting in contact with his twin sister. Each day she only longed to see him again, even if for a smidge of a second. Throwing a sad smile towards the new dancer, Wanda shrugged. “I wish I knew.”

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The start of a new job carried numerous amounts of stress and anxieties, of hidden fears that you wished to push far down until their disappearance. You weren’t used to going out and putting in effort for anything, always living a sheltered life where anything you wanted was simply bestowed upon the palms of your hands.

Your dream of being a teacher confused your parents. They simply couldn’t understand why rather than taking over your father’s business, or perhaps becoming part of it, you’d choose to go out of your way and put more effort into a career when you already had one set in stone. Although they disapproved at first, it was relieving how they eventually came to be proud of you for molding your own path.

Of course no one ever told you of the stress teachers were put through on the daily, much less of the rather adventurous manners in which some decompressed after what had been a harsh semester.

“Come on, it’ll be fun. You’ve never even been to one of these before. Trust me when I say you’ll have the time of your life.”

While you had only worked at Westview Elementary for a few months, you could easily feel yourself trusting Maria. She was a mathematics teacher with her room right across from yours, a quiet educator who during breaks made sure to bring out the life of the teacher’s lounge. It was the first person you had gotten close to at the school, that alongside the gym teacher Carol Danvers and her young assistant, Peter.

“Are you sure?” You eyed Maria incredulously as she pushed you through the doors of the club, smiling at her coworkers who followed along. “Have you ever been to a strip club?”

“Well, not this one, but I heard only good things about it. Their star dancer is something else,” Maria responded with excitement, “I, uh, have a bit of a thing for redheads.”

Although you didn’t know it then, it was a sentiment you too shared.

Entering the club was a rather out-of-body experience you had never lived through. Seeing the flashing lights amidst the darkness made you hiss from the sudden pain upon your eyes, but as they darted towards the main stage, they ended up widening.

Upon the first sight of a mane of red, you couldn’t quite easily shake away the feeling of longing and desire. It was your first time seeing her and yet you knew it was her you wanted. And nothing would dare stop you from getting what you wished.

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While your coworkers spent most of the night throwing loose bills on stage, Maria quite enthralled by a certain redhead which caught her eye, you remained rigid upon your seat. The once dancer that took your attention moved around the stage through her set, her outfit adorned by bills, some much larger than others, peeking through her waist of breasts that you felt guilty staring at for too long.

Even with the self-proclaimed Black Widow dancing by her, Maria’s eyes averted to your ragged state, frowning as you didn’t tear away from your focus. Smacking your shoulder playfully, she yelled at you through the music that drowned her out. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah I was just…thinking I guess,” you shouted back, and yet never did you turn to Maria.

She took notice of this as she followed your line of sight. When she came to find what you were taken by, the woman smirked. “That’s why we came here. Apparently she’s very popular and, well, I thought you might like her. I would offer to get you a private dance but, you know, teacher’s salary…”

“It’s okay,” you fondly responded. Before your arrival you had taken the liberty to gather some funds for the outing. You never thought you’d use them all in one night, but you’d spend whatever you needed to get her to so much as look at you. “I think I got this, thanks. Just enjoy your night. Maybe I can get you a private dance with her.”

As the night went on, it was you who blessed Maria with a privacy dance from the Widow herself. You had enough money to spare, and seeing your newly found friend carrying a goofy smile as she was dragged backstage was far too enjoyable to constitute as a waste of your earnings. While growing up, your family had forever been well-off. With all that they gave you, you could easily retire without even needing to work.

There was hesitation on your part, but after a smidge of apprehension from a flushed Peter and a thumbs-up, he was who gave you the confidence to request a dance from the club’s most notable dancer. And as you sat in the dark, dimly-lit room with only echoes of the music booming through, all you could do was pray for it to be all you longed for.

Never had you been one to follow your instincts in such a way. The way the woman had drawn you when you first saw her was like no other. There was no feeling you could easily shake away, you way you’d voluntarily tear your eyes from her frame as you sought out her services. Surely you’d had flings here and there, but the passion you felt upon merely seeing her was unknown, a mystery to your soul.

As you rummaged through your own thoughts, you didn’t see the curtains of the small room be shifted as a huffing figure appeared. At least not until hands were placed upon your shoulders making you jump. “You’re far too tense, darling.” The voice drifted closer as a weight was pressed against your body. “Let me help you with that. All you have to do is sit back and enjoy the little show I got for you. I promise you’ll like it.”

Even as the slow, sultry music began, you shut it out as a means to bestow your attention upon her. Your mouth lay agape, heavy breaths being ragged out as you got a better look at the woman. Her red hair shone upon the fluorescent lights, dark lips ghosting upon your forehead as she straddled your lap. Her chest was practically bare let alone for her see-through skimpy outfit that you attempted not to stare at too hard. With hands merely hovering over her hips, you were left in awe.

“I, uhm…” you didn’t find the right words, instead stammering out incoherent babbles as your face turned beet red. “I’ve never done this before, sorry. I’m not really sure what to do right now.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I can tell.” Her giggle made your racing heart catch its breath. “Just relax for me. I’ll take care of you. You’re in good hands, my dear.”

Sways hypnotized you without much effort. Melting against the faux leather couch, your arms were limp at each side of your frame. Flickering orbs were entranced by each slow movement. Scarlet, you had learned, carried herself with the utmost grace. She was a vision you mentally recorded, steady mannerisms recorded to be forever plastered upon the walls of your brain. Her alabaster skin was one that drew you in to so much as graze upon it, but the no touching rule was one you took to heart.

The tune was made for her dance. The woman, only slightly older than you, alternated between swaying on top of you before she mounted your lap, her nearly bare breasts brushing upon your face. With each passing second your arousal only grew. Being in close proximity to the goddess Aphrodite envied was intoxicating. You had paid dearly for the private session, but the tips you’d give her would be grandiose in comparison.

“You’re perfect,” you found yourself breathing out. Within the dusk of the room you still noticed stretch marks across her barely-clothed breasts, arms, and thighs, ones that you gawked out while drool was held back. “Just look at you. I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful.”

Wanda had never been one to have such compliments thrown her way, especially not after having her children. “Careful, sweetheart, or else you may become a favorite client of mine.”

“Yeah? I’d like that. You have no idea how good you’re making me feel,” you groaned when Scarlet grinded upon your lap. She didn’t hesitate to grab hold of your hands before guiding them to her breasts, breaking her own personal rule only to allow you to squeeze the soft mounds. “I’m so glad I came here.”

There was a peculiar mark upon her abdomen that made you frown. A certain familiarity made you tilt your head as you absentmindedly felt your heart squirm for her. You didn’t make note of it, not daring to put her in any discomfort. Instead you did as she told you – leaning back, Scarlet was the one to take the reins for the rest of the session.

Much to your dismay, the dance ended as soon as it began.

“That was…wow,” you were at a loss for words. As you sat up on the comfortable couch, you thanked whatever higher power allowed the small room to hide your need-stricken features. “Thank you? I’m not really sure what to say.”

“Your gratitude is appreciated,” the woman laughed, carefully stepping away from your lap with a hesitation you didn’t notice. “Most people just slap my ass and ask me if I offer other services. Which in case you were interested, I don’t.”

Hiding your dismay was difficult, and yet you took your time to fully compose yourself before reaching out. “I’m sorry you have to go through that. I can’t imagine you getting to meet the loveliest people in a place like this.” Making small talk with the dancer would be losing her money, so rather than keep her busy, you handed her the remainder of the cash you brought with you. “I’m not really sure how much to tip, but I hope that’s enough. It’s all I have left.”

Looking down at the flurry of hundreds, Wanda’s eyes widened. Normally she had nothing but animosity towards her clientele, especially those who refused to treat her as anything other than a piece of meat, but she could there was kindness in you – something most individuals in the club desperately lacked. “Are you sure? This is a lot for just one dance. With this you could probably get the other services I was talking about with a girl down the street.”

“I’m not really interested in that,” you shrugged. “Just keep it, really. I hope you have a good night, Ms. Scarlet. Oh and happy holidays!”

You left before she could respond. Nearly running through the curtains and into the main area, you were glad your face was practically unrecognizable in the club. There was a deep need within you to go back into the lounge and make a move, to do anything to ensure you could see the woman again.

But as you saw Maria waving you down, you decided against it. At some point you wished your paths would cross again no matter what, even if it meant you returning to the club for a smidge of attention from the woman who caught your eye.

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“So you’re not coming to visit me?”

With your phone pressed against your ear, you huffed. It was almost the norm with your parents. Although loving, they were not ones to follow typical familial traditions, especially not those that surrounded the holiday season. Another year, another disappointment.

“Your father and I are really sorry, Y/N. He has to attend a convention in France and I’ll be-”

“It’s alright, ma,” you shrugged as though she could see you. Waltzing through the packed aisles of the grocery store, you refused to let anyone take notice of your true feelings. Instead you threw a box of cereal onto the cart, shaking your head before paying attention to your mother once again. “I’ll send out you and dad’s presents next week. I’ll prepare myself for another pair of fluffy socks from him, huh?”

“You know him so well.”

The two of you amicably chatted as you made your way across the store dumping essentials onto the basket – at times adding self-indulgent treats you’d surely down while watching whatever showed up first on your television or grading finger paintings with full marks for them all. At times your parents disappeared from your life, not even showing up when you moved into the town of Westview, even missing your college graduation and hoping to make up for it by sending you a postcard from Matla with a check you didn’t require.

Once you were done with your weekly shopping, you made your way towards the registers. Your eyes were downcast, the exhaustion from the days at the school catching up to you. Although you adored your students, at times they could be far too energetic for your liking.

“Hey ma I-” before you finished your sentence, your eyes widened. Staring at the register you made a beeline towards, you quickly pulled back. Rather than take another position in any of the slowly growing lines you hid behind a shelf, only the top of your head and your eyes peeking through to get a better sight at the woman who stood scanning various items. “I gotta go now, ma. Something came up. Tell dad I said ‘hi’.”

Opting to not wait for a response, your mouth was left agape as you hung up. There stood the one woman who had plagued your thoughts through the past week. The unmistakable scarlet mane was one you couldn’t easily forget, much less the tender features that lacked the smoky, dark makeup she wore on the previous Saturday night.

Gulping down a knot of surprise, you ran to the self-checkout line. You refused to allow her – Scarlet herself – to see you. As embarrassment coated your cheeks, you left the store in a rush, perhaps forgetting items on the way all for the sake of avoiding the sudden object of your affections.

Although you felt a sudden wave of humiliation wash through you, a part of you longed to see her again.

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On the day of the meeting with her sons’ teacher, Wanda opted to double her coffee intake in the morning alongside lexapro. The mere thought of being sent back to the one place she despised, her years from elementary through high school spent in constant torment, brought her back anxious thoughts she couldn’t easily shake awake. That alongside her lengthy shift at the club on the previous night would make it impossible to get through the meeting without backup.

She made her way through the disgustingly colorful hallways she knew so well, passing the lockers she was once shoved into even at her then-young age. Rolling her eyes, Wanda only wished to get it all over with, to leave before her shift at the grocery store began �� she was already far too late as it were.

Of course she didn’t count on the familiarity of the face she saw through the small window of the classroom. Frowning, Wanda knocked lightly, all before stepping inside without daring to wait for an answer.

“I’m sorry I’m late, I had a long shift and I-”

“You?” As soon as Wanda heard the accusatory voice, her eyebrows furrowed as she stared up at you with confusion. Only a stammer later the words were salvaged. “You…you must be Tommy and Billy’s mom, welcome!”

When Wanda gazed at you, you gazed back.

Ever since the small incident at the grocery store, you found it nearly impossible to go through another day without the image of her, of Scarlet, grinding herself on top of you. Guilty washed upon your being as you came to realize its perversion. And when you thought you were finally safe, there came another version of her. You refused to believe a parent of two of your students could be the Scarlet, so rather than assume it was her third life, you imagined her to be some sort of twin much like her sons.

The two of you chatted amicably, your smile forced over your features as you refused to let her see any sign of awkwardness within you. She was…different from the woman, someone who you refused to compare to her. Her face lacked an ounce of makeup, hair pristinely put into a messy bun while she donned a classy, yet casual outfit that screamed that of a mother. Even then, you deemed her to be the most beautiful woman on the planet.

“And what is it that you do, Mrs. Maximoff?” You questioned, gulping down a knot of fear.

“It’s actually just Ms. Maximoff – I’m divorced,” she corrected. “And, uhm, I work overnight sometimes.”

“Oh that must be exhausting.” Of course it was, you had seen it firsthand. Mentally slapping yourself, you longed for the floor to swallow you whole.

You felt bad for putting her in a situation where she mercilessly fidgeted with the rings on her fingers, staring down at the floor “Yes, very. I also dance…at my job.”

“That sounds wonderful. I’m not a good dancer myself. I got two left feet,” you joked, shaking your head with amusement as you took in Wanda’s solemn expression. You couldn’t pinpoint where her reservations came from, her body tense as she stared down with cheeks tinting, their hue mirroring that of a tomato. It’s when you frowned, gave her another once over, and as your confusion grew you-

Oh.

“I know it’s not the most usual thing, but it helps me get by. It’s not easy being a single mom, especially when my ex lives very, very far away. The boys don’t know, obviously. I just…don’t really think it’s a conversation I could ever have with them. I’m not exactly ashamed of what I do, but I get it’s hard for people to take in.”

As she sat before you, you were left speechless.

Garnering your verbiage back had its difficulties. You jumbled through your words, the infectious anxiety making your head spin as your fear-stricken smirk flashed to her. It really was impossible to have any sense of normalcy when the dancer who had given yoh a private show sat before you.

“You look familiar,” Wanda frowned as she pointed out, and just about then you could feel and hear your fear racing. “Have we met before? Did you also go to this school?”

“Uhm no, I’ve lived in the city my whole life,” you choked out. “Maybe if we dim the lights a bit you might…”

“Oh my god.”

You never meant for her embarrassment to creep up as she looked blankly at you, and for a moment you swore there were small tears forming over her eyes. Wanda knew, she knew. Her life was easily broken up into three — her daily occupation, being a mother, and her shifts in the night that only her ex-husband knew about. Otherwise she made sure to upkep privacy for whoever long she could, never allowing her lives to spill onto one another, at least not until she met you.

“I, uh…” Wanda was at a loss for words. She knew she could trust you, she felt it as soon as she waltzed through the door as she easily spewed on her secret life. What she never expected was for you to know already, to have been with her in a rather intimate manner that she, surprisingly, didn’t regret. “I have to-”

“Please don’t go,” you begged, and Wanda stayed. “Fuck, I know this is going to sound weird, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. It was just a dance, I get it, but I felt…something.”

Wanda snickered trying to lighten the mood. “A lot of my clients feel that something, honey, but that’s not part of my job description.”

“No, no! Not that. I mean I felt a connection, which, yes, I realize might be dumb. I just haven’t been able to get you out of my head. Not in a weird, pervy way, but in a I-want-to-take-you-out-for-dinner way. And then I saw you at the grocery store and maybe I’m just romanticizing everything but-”

“You know about my other job?” For a moment Wanda imagined herself to have a stalker, but gazing into your eyes realized you’d be the first joyous threat she’d have.

“Point is-” you didn’t let her speak again out of personal embarrassment. “I’m not going to tell anyone. I can only assume discretion is really important in your line of work, and although that thing happened, we can just forget about it. Really, Ms. Maximoff. I’m not here to make your life harder than it has to be. And we already discussed the matter with your sons so, uh, I guess you’re free to go.”

Impulsiveness had always been Wanda’s undoing, but seeing you hold her up on a pedestal and being kind to a total stranger made her heart swell. “You’re sweet, darling. Does this mean I can still get taken out for dinner?”

And as soon as she spoke the words you thanked whatever early Christmas miracle ensued to give you such a wonderful present.

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As the holidays loomed over with December coming through in full-force, you found yourself to be lucky by Wanda’s side. It was strange, even awkward at first as you accustomed yourself to being around someone slightly older, much wiser and the mother of your students at that. You had become enchanted by her body, and yet it was her mind that made you fall each second, even if far too early in what you couldn’t even deem a relationship.

The first date you had went well. Even if you stammered through some sentences, something Wanda found endearing, her radiant smile never left her features. She had to find time from her busy schedule to go out with you, and even then it was a short-lived event before you drove her to the club before grabbing a snack at a nearby cafe. You wanted her to be safe, but even with a lack of words, only squeezing the woman’s hand tenderly, she knew what you meant. Watching her leave made your heart light itself on fire, yet you knew it wouldn’t be the last you’d see of her.

The second one was much longer, with Wanda inviting you to grab lunch with her after her shift at the grocery store. The twins were with their father that weekend. Between the laundry and cleaning around the house, she found time for herself for the first time in years. There was an unspoken air of guilt. Wanda hadn’t been one to settle for romantic relationships even after her divorce. The most she had were meaningless one-night stands that ended with her humiliation only increasing. Sitting across you from that restaurant table made her feel a sense of warmth she hadn’t experienced in years – if ever.

By the third date Wanda knew you’d make a permanent mark in her heart whether you chose to stay in her life or not.

“I don’t want you to pay tonight, really,” she said, shaking her head as she grabbed onto your arm. It had been weeks since you began going on dates, getting to know each other through numerous conversations had when she picked the twins up and texts when you weren’t together. While worried constantly over her financial situation, Wanda suddenly didn’t hesitate when it came to either you or the twins. “I got it. You’ve already paid for the last two dates and I-”

“I don’t mind,” you chuckled. The two of you made your way across a nearby town. It was a small one, not too far from Westview where the streets were decorated with numerous shining lights and decorations for the holiday. You dragged Wanda to a local movie theater you found, promising that whatever she wished to watch, you’d humor. “Have I told you about my parents?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, they’re basically rich snobs to put it lightly. I’ve been well-off my entire life, and I am not one that loves all that expensive luxurious shit. So it makes me really happy to pay. And if it makes you smile, then it’s worth it,” you held her close, still finding it strange to embrace her in such a manner. It was rushed, you knew, and yet you couldn’t care. “Please let me pay. It also makes me feel good to know I can spoil you rotten, pretty girl.”

Wanda held the door open for you when you arrived at the theater, shaking her head with amusement stricken upon her features. “Pretty girl?”

You didn’t miss the way Wanda’s eyes lit up when she was presented with the concession stand, remaining far back with wide orbs that longed for bouts of sweet and popcorn – it had been long since she last felt such child-like joys. “Yeah. You’re a pretty girl, Wanda. Hasn’t anyone told you?”

The answer was clear upon the phantom hiding beneath her face. Rather than delve into such darkness, Wanda squeezed your hand. Fingers interlaced themselves with your own as though it was second nature. “So, tell me more about your family. Then I’ll tell you all about mine.”

From the moment the two of you bought the tickets to the laughter you held at the concession stand as Wanda waddled off happily holding her snacks, you told her all about your life. There was not much to tell, not enough moments of adversity that you knew others experienced. For a third date you knew not to throw in details that would make her run for the hills, but also give her a clear view of who the real Y/N was beneath the shroud of an elementary school educator.

She received all the details about your upbringing – the pressure your parents forever put on you before it eventually dissuaded, the understanding nature of your peers when you came out to them, something that you noted made her flinch for a half-second. The one thing that truly caught her attention was the mention of a dog, a family pet who still resided in your parent’s place in the city.

“I had a dog once – Sparky was his name,” Wanda mumbled as the two of you sat in the dimly lit room with nothing but a few people scattered around. “I, uh, haven’t seen him since I was…”

Even as Wanda trailed off, her words dying and falling limp upon her lips, you had a smidge of an idea of what she meant. There was not much she told you, but from the slight information she threw your way each time you saw her, you knew there was no bridge built up between her and her family that wasn’t her children.

When the advertisements rolled by signifying the beginning of the film, your focus was on her. Wanda’s eyes flickered over the flashing lights of the movie, green orbs amazingly rising as you gawked with adoration. Squeezing Wanda’s hand, you softly ran your fingers over its back. Within the noisy dark room you could still hear your heartbeat alongside hers; it quickly became your favorite melody.

For the first time that night you shared a kiss with Wanda; and for the first time that night you realized love was something you finally earned, not given to you.

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On the last day of school you felt that for once in the last few months you could finally catch your breath. Snow trickled down the sky, freezing itself over the town that lay in a cold blanket of white. You shuddered each time you went outside, even if numerous layers covered your body – even a scarf Maria had been kind enough to knit you as an early holiday present.

Time was spent aimlessly lounging over your couch, the central heating of your apartment turned up to the max as you defrosted beneath numerous big fluffy blankets. Between the snowfall and paralyzing low weather, you could barely find the courage to leave the safety of your own place. Bingeing whatever movies or shows came on, you came to enjoy the quiet, lonely time with yourself. At least during moments where you, much to your dismay, had to separate yourself from Wanda.

During the nights she slept at the club you barely slept. Getting to know the woman meant slowly growing fond of her, your worry skyrocketing at the mere idea of her alone at such a place. There were guards, and Wanda promised you that the girls all looked out for one another, but you were well-aware of the dangers some of the clientele brought. Helplessly you tossed and turned each night until she sent you the one ‘got home safe’ text that allowed you to fall into a deep slumber with the knowledge you’d hear of her on the following day.

Christmas had never been a big deal within your family. The clear rifts between you all torn by your parent’s absence were far too large to cover with a simple commercialized holiday. While their refusal to visit your newfound home stung the depths of your soul, you knew to brush it off and pretend for it to be fine. You had done it as a child, it would not be difficult to carry out in adulthood.

Rather than throw your focus into a holiday you’d inevitably spend alone, you averted it to the newfound object of your affection. With each passing day since the beginning of Chanukkah Wanda not only feasted with her children, but received a gift from you.

“You should come over on Christmas,” Wanda offered you once through the phone. The twins were at their dad’s place, and during the time she was lucky enough to be free from her occupation, the two of you could, even if not physically, be together. “I want you to come over for Christmas.”

“Won’t you be at Vis’ place? I mean, I know you don’t celebrate but-”

You could hear Wanda’s smile even through the phone. “I’ll be home all by myself. I want to give the boys some time alone with their dad. He deserves time with them too.” There was a pause, and for a moment the skipped beat of her heart was deafening. “I know we’ve only met a bit ago but Y/N…I would be happy if you came.”

She knew of your parents, of the pain you hid which they elicited upon you each year. Wanda didn’t dare mention it unless you gave her the greenlight, and for that you were thankful. With her, everything felt lighter — it felt right.

When Christmas Eve came you didn’t notice the extra pep in your step. Your smile was not easily tarnished from your features, especially not with the snow piling up by the inches upon the ground. Carrying a mountain of gifts, you giddily drove down to Wanda’s place. There was a smidge of sadness within you knowing the twins would be present, but it had been her who urged you to wait. The last thing she wished was to be hurt again, and never would she put any ounce of love over that she shared for her sons.

Kicking at the snow on the ground, you traced the path you knew to be towards Wanda’s front door. The neatly wrapped presents, courtesy of your mother’s teaching, wobbled over your anxious, freezing hands.

“When I told you to come over I assumed you’d think to call me beforehand,” Wanda greeted you with a wide smirk, her head popping through the cracked door, a face full of makeup, while her body lay in the shadows. “Hmm but I have to say I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you admitted. Going in for a kiss, you were disappointed for it to be only a small peck, but intrigued by the mystery of it all. “Is this a bad time?”

“Uhm a bit. I just have to rush to get ready, honey. I thought I had more time for it,” the sultry voice Wanda solely reserved for the club was in full blast, and for once you could happily listen to it without the backdrop of music. “You can come in, but I need you to close your eyes. I’ll let you know once I’m done, alright?”

“Anything you say.”

You’d agree to whatever she wished if it meant leaving the porch where your coat, pants, and boots were battered by the snow that grew into a violent hail. Once your eyes were closed, you were dragged by Wanda’s strong arms who left you waiting at the door atop the doormat. You couldn’t help the amusement that came out while you attempted to clean your boots without watching, all while you could hear the distinct sound of high heels clacking against the hardwood floor as Wanda seemingly ran away.

Patience had never been your forte, much less when you were fully aware of the secrecy Wanda was far too bad at hiding. From what you knew was her bedroom came a soft tune, and the urge to take a small peek only skyrocketed. You opened your eyes slightly, familiarizing yourself with the house you frequented when the boys were away, but as soon as you heard the woman rushing back towards you, you shut them.

“Keep them closed, baby,” Wanda’s voice was hypotonic. Even if you humored the idea of disagreeing, she wouldn’t allow you to. “Let’s leave these here and you come with me. Promise you won’t peek?”

As she took the load of presents from your arms and placed them by where her chanukiah lay, you nodded. “I pinky promise, Wanda. Now tell me what’s up. You know I’m terrible with surprises.”

Surely that was true, but as soon as you were thrown into her bedroom, your heart raced. Wanda let you sit atop a chair in the middle of the room, the lights dimmed out as you could tell through your eyelids. Breathing in an unmistakable scent of lavender, your nostrils were in heaven. The beat you previously heard came back, only in full blast and keeping you grounded in place.

Hovering before your sitting body, hands atop your own that gripped the armrests, Wanda’s lips ghosted along your face. “You can open them now.”

Before you were struck by lightning you were able to take a peek at the state of near-nudity Wanda was in. You knew her ‘outfit’ to be similar to those she wore in the club, only in your favored color which you knew full-well she had only recently bought. Her heels made her much taller, full breasts in perfect view before she swooped in like a hawk and claimed what was hers.

Kissing Wanda was intoxicating on its own, but when she kissed you, your brain short-circuited and awaited hours until a proper reboot. She took charge, a confidence she usually lacked soaring through her body as she cupped your flushed face with her hands. Fingers brushed against your burning cheeks, bloodshot nails leaving tiny marks you’d proudly carry.

Lipstick was smeared over her face, and yet you kept kissing as though your life was dependent on it. Her tongue swirled in your mouth easily, but as you came to your senses, your own fought for dominance. Hips were gripped, a small moan drawn out from the depths of her throat that awakened the animalistic being inside of you

“I thought I should give you an early Christmas present. You’ve done so much for me in these past few weeks,” Wanda hummed as her tongue swirled over your wet lips. “Let me help you now. Sit back and relax, sweetie. Scarlet’s going to make you feel so good.”

Seeing Wanda dance for others or even having her dance for you at the club was nothing compared to her doing so in the privacy of her bedroom — only a few scented candles shedding enough light on her voluptuous body. She swayed on top of your body, her ass grazing your lap before she grinded herself upon it. Hands lit by flames were everywhere. You couldn’t think, much less formulate proper verbiage to describe your ever-growing arousal.

The no touching rule was one you respected, but all bets were off as Wanda placed your hands on her hips and nodded your way. It was exaggerated for your own entertainment, but each time you groped or knedded any area of her body, she let out a breathy groan. Her backside was fondled, pulling her towards you only to capture her lips with a more forceful manner. You had yet to see her in a full nude glory, and yet the knowing stench of arousal drove you mad. You wanted, no, needed to have Wanda.

“You’re so fucking hot,” you couldn’t help but mumble. “Look at yourself, Wanda. I’ve never seen anything so perfect.” Grabbing both of her breasts at once, you squeezed tenderly until her nipples hardened and poked through the fabric of her loose bikini top. “I need you so bad right now. I need to…I have you, to show you just how beautiful you are.”

Running your hand over her stomach, admiring the adorable rolls upon it, you made her blush for once. “Behave, honey. You wouldn’t want me to regret letting you touch, huh? Be a good pet for me and do as I say.”

You tried, you really did, but there was no chance of success as you watched and felt her dance over you. Aphrodite’s jealousy over Wanda was rampant. The woman gave it her all. She climbed on your lap, holding your shoulders for balance, with a smirk across her features and her breasts keeping your face hostage between them.

With each minute that passed your need for her grew. She gave you a treat at least, allowing you to be the one to untangle the knot of her top with guided hands before it inevitably fell to its demise. When you came to see the beauty beneath the fabric, you nearly saw the light then and there.

Wanda unknowingly drove you to the brink of insanity as her nude breasts brushed against your body. Her hands did quiet work to remove your own clothes until you were left in nothing but your shirt and underwear. Kneeling before you, she placed kisses over your inner thighs, face nuzzling upon your skin as you licked your lips.

“I’m ready,” she told you. There was no need for further explanation. Instead you drew a hand down and tenderly pet her, Wanda leaning in to the touch in peace. “I need you now, Y/N. Won’t you be a good pet and-”

She didn’t finish her sentence as you grabbed a fistful of red hair and tugged her away gently. Throwing her over the bed, you didn’t miss the amused laughter that came from her as you removed the last few articles of clothing from your body.

As you climbed atop Wanda, she stared at you incredulously. “And what do you think you’re doing, sweetheart? Hmm where is this confidence coming from? Not that I’m complaining…”

“I’m returning the favor,” you breathed out raggedly. “You lay back now and relax. Let me make you feel good, baby.”

When you took off the remainder of her skimpy outfit, your mouth went dry as though the Sahara Desert resided within it. Exhilaration shot through your being as you stared down at Wanda’s shaved sex that she attempted to hide between hugged milky full thighs adored by stretch marks.

Hands traveled all over her skin, your eyes closing as you trailed your way across the map you’d forever remember in your mind. With each lingering touch her hips, with a mind of their own, gyrated. You could barely slide your fingers past the valley between her breasts without her crying out in pleasure. You were quickly obsessed with the responsiveness of her body. Tugging, squeezing, and groping her breasts drew the deepest moans, you found.

With your mouth dropping kisses over her chest, ensuring that you focused primarily on her taut breasts and hardened rosy buds, your hands went to wander off. One kept her hips steady, digits finding her stretch marks that you traced with their tips, all while your dominant hand moved towards the puffy, flushed area that glistened beneath the hold of her thighs.

“Let me touch you, Wanda,” you urged her, your voice husky and deep as though you swallowed a shot of her essence. Kissing your way up to her jawline, you let your tongue explore its way until her lips were swirled against. With her plup, wet mouth ready to be devoured, you towered the woman with all your might. “And you know we can stop whenever you want to. Just say the words, alright? I want to make you feel good — feel comfortable. You tell me what you want me to do, and I promise I’ll do it.”

While it took a few seconds to build confidence, Wanda nodded in awe of your own. “I want you inside me. I want to feel you…I need to feel you. I’ve been thinking about this ever since we saw each other, since I gave you the dance. I wondered what it would be like for you to fuck me. It’s embarrassing, but I have to admit the thought has helped me through some lonely moments when it’s just me in this dark room alone.”

At the implication you giggled. “Way to rub my ego.”

“You’re welcome,” she pecked your lips, foreheads mixed together as your fingers began descending over her glistening cunt. “I hope I didn’t interrupt you. I was looking forward to having you inside me.” With newfound conviction, Wanda tilted her head. “Don’t you want to fuck me, baby? Or would you rather I tell you about the countless times I’ve touched myself at the thought of you?”

That was enough to get you to absentmindedly begin rubbing Wanda’s cunt. Her bulbous clit was tender to the touch, but more so when it came to the arousal it elicited from the woman. The foreplay was not enough, even if with each flick her back arched and her pussy rubbed against the palm of your hand. Looking down at her gaping hole that oozed her juices, you knew it was the only way to sate your hunger.

You got Wanda aroused enough that her juices dripped onto the sheets. Your mouth continuously left multiple love bites on her skin that you knew she’d wear proudly in the privacy of her home, but was required to hide at work. Her legs were parted far enough to shyly wrap themselves around your waist and pull you closer; with a lack of words Wanda begged for more.

“Relax,” you said. “Everything’s gonna be okay, baby. I'll take good care of you.”

Forever maintaining your promises, you did as Wanda wished. When you first slid a pair of fingers within the confines of her velvety walls, you let out a loud grunt that matched your lover’s. She was tight, her cunt adapting to the adoring feeling of you stretching it out for your own amusement. From her ragged state you knew she wouldn’t last long, but you’d be sure to make the best of it for the sake of leaving a good impression.

“Oh fuck you’re so tight,” you spit out. “Baby you’re so warm. Your pussy is practically swallowing my fingers whole. Such a hungry little thing…”

“Y/N,” Wanda whined, brain hazy with far too much lust stricken over it. “More.”

“I’ll give you what you want.” You planted a kiss on her blushing cheek. “I’ll give you more, my pretty girl.”

Once she felt ready enough to take you, Wanda rolled her hips. It was a sign to let you keep going, to begin sliding yourself in and out, watching in awe as your hand dripped with her essence that coated your soul. You thumbed at her clit, stimulating it gingerly until you saw Wanda visibly relax.

Being inside Wanda was unlike anything you had experienced before. It was soft and sweet, wet and warm, but more so night and day — the time you could spend absolutely worshiping her until exhaustion inevitably took over. Moving within her was difficult as all you yearned to do was remain deep in place as you fell to your slumber atop Wanda; the two of you forever connected as one.

With a steady pace you set, you’d surely bring her over the edge in moments. Your teeth sunk into her supple breasts with love, marking them as though they were yours to own. Her moans against your ear drove your ambition forth. They were the push you needed to curl your fingers deep in her cunt until their tips hit her sweetest spot — with the howl Wanda let out, you were sure her neighbors would show up at the door to complain in minutes.

“‘M close,” she sobbed, tears of desire pooling at her eyes as she lazily began grinding herself down on your hand. “I’m gonna cum, I-”

With a searing kiss you shut her loud noises of desire down. Her walls clamped down around you, squeezing you tight as the knot in her abdomen loosed. A lengthy, powerful orgasm shattered itself through Wanda, leaving her breathless and without a sane mind to properly register the gift you bestowed upon her.

You were breathless messes clinging to one another for dear life. Wanda came undone, her clammy cheeks brushing your own as in her state of haziness she repeated mutters of your name. Her lips planted sloppy kisses on your, thanking you for the love you gave her – a happiness she lacked since her adolescence.

“That was amazing,” you spoke in her honor. “Did that feel good, baby? Are you okay?”

“I wanna go again,” she slurred – and for Wanda’s sake you’d do whatever she wished. “Please?”

Her pleas are what drove you further. You nipped your way down her body, her tummy rolls worshiped as they came from a true goddess you adored. Wanda’s insecurities from her slowly aging body were rampant, but you would never dare see her with anything but desire. To her she lacked the beauty of a younger woman, but to you she was the only one you could ever have eyes for.

At the first taste of her pussy you became addicted. Your fingers remained knuckle-deep within her, her walls warming them as you began timidly lapping at the wetness before you. The sweet nectar was one you’d grow you obsess over. She was delicious, your tongue just needing to burn against her sex rapidly as you sought out more.

“Oh my god!” She squealed. “That’s it baby, just like that. Your tongue feels so good- so fucking good!”

The words of affirmation turned your movements into vigorous ones. The tip of your tongue swirled over her clit before you took it between your lips. Lightly suckling the bundle of nerves made her upcoming orgasm intensify, Wanda’s hands gripping the bed sheets as she pounded her fists over them with a need for release.

Simultaneously you pumped your fingers in and out of her gaping hole with your tongue running across her flushed slit. The rhythmic grinding against your face did wonders to increase her arousal. It shot up to the sky when you so much as pressed at bulbous clit before allowing your teeth to delicately brush at her cunt.

“Cum for me,” you let out the muffled command with a mouthful of pussy. “Be a good girl and do as I say. Come on, Wanda. I know my sweet girl can do it.” Rubbing your thumb over her swollen clit, you nodded her way. “I got you, princess. All you have to do is let go.”

In your hold Wanda came once again, only this time her exhaustion took over as soon as the orgasmic wave grabbed a hold of her. She tossed and turned, screaming until the euphoria settled into normalcy. Hands shivered as her skin was set aflame. For moments you resided in your given place until she relaxed, and once you knew your lover to be blissed out, you gingerly removed your fingers – much to your dismay leaving her cunt gaping and searching for the fulfillment you handed out.

“You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you, Wanda,” you told her as you kissed your way up her body. Reaching her face meant lovingly nuzzling your forehead against her own, your lips coated with her juices that she tasted when begging for a chaste embrace. “Thank you for letting me do this, for trusting me with your body. You’re fucking amazing.”

“You’re even better, honey,” she murmured. Wrapping her arms around you, Wanda pulled you down until your head fell on the pillow you’d soon share. “I have something to ask you, but can you promise beforehand that you won’t freak out? It’s okay if you say now, I just…”

Wanda trailed off, making you frown in confusion as you interlaced your nude body with her own. “What’s wrong?”

“I want to be your girlfriend,” the redhead blurted out before stopping herself. Soon after the words spewed from her mouth, she averted her eyes, the blush in her cheeks intensifying by embarrassment. “If that’s okay, I mean.” She sighed, shaking her head at what she deemed a bout of stupidity. “We’re from very different worlds, you know that, but we still have so much in common. We’ve only known each other for a few weeks and look at us now. Here we are spending Christmas Eve together, you got the boys and me some presents for Chanukah and you’re…you’re amazing. I don’t know how else to describe you. I can’t stop thinking about you, Y/N, and part of me really hopes the feeling is mutual.”

“It’s incredibly mutual,” you replied, shifting down to kiss her neck right above her pulse point. “I want you to be my girlfriend. I know it’s dumb, but god I want to show you off so bad. Of all the people in the world you chose me. You, Wanda Maximoff, chose me. Now that really rubs my ego.”

With raised eyebrows Wanda shot you an amused look. “Wouldn’t you want me to rub something else?”

The two of you shared a mirror bout of laughter, clinging to each other with adoration. “We can work on your dirty talk if you’d like, but right now I’d rather take a hot shower with you. It’s almost time to light up the next candle. If it’s okay, could I help you with it? I know I’m a goy, but I want to celebrate this with you. Maybe I can watch?”

At the usage of the traditional term, Wanda beamed. “It’s best if you watch, sweetheart, but if you want to help out, I still haven’t wrapped the presents for the last two days so…”

“I’m on it!” You sat up straight, turning to Wanda and reaching out for her hand. “Now come on. I swear I’ll turn into a goddamn icicle if I don’t have a hot shower now.”

The final days of the holiday season you spent glued to Wanda’s side, and even as the beginning stages of your relationship passed through, you remained devoted to her even more than when you first saw who would become the true love of your life.

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onlyhereforthestories · 2 days ago

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Mistletoe Mayhem (Leah Williamson x Reader)

Day 21! This one is a little fun one. Hope everyone is ready for the big day!

The holiday season was well underway, and Leah was in full festive mode. You’d barely stepped into the team’s training facility this morning when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you found Leah standing there with a sly grin, holding a small branch of mistletoe just above your heads.

"Really, Leah?" you said, laughing as she wiggled her eyebrows.

"Come on, it’s tradition!" she teased, leaning in to give you a quick, warm kiss. Her lips lingered just a little longer than usual, and you felt the familiar blush creep up your cheeks as she pulled away, still grinning.

Throughout the day, the mistletoe game continued. You found a sprig dangling from the rearview mirror when you climbed into her car after practice, prompting a shared laugh and another kiss before Leah put the car in gear. Later, in the gym, she managed to sneak up behind you as you were finishing your stretches, holding another sprig above your head and tapping her cheek, waiting for her kiss in return.

“Oh, so now you’re getting kisses on-demand?” you joked, but you couldn’t help but give her a playful peck on the cheek, enjoying the little game she was determined to keep up.

With every kiss, Leah seemed more and more pleased with herself. It was becoming her own version of holiday mischief, finding the most unexpected places to catch you with that infamous mistletoe.

The mistletoe game became more elaborate with each passing day, as Leah managed to pull off increasingly surprising and creative ambushes. Every morning, you’d walk into the team facility on high alert, scanning corners and checking overhead, waiting for the inevitable moment when

Leah would spring out with a twinkle in her eye and the mistletoe held just above you. But each time, she somehow managed to catch you off guard.

One afternoon, you were heading to the locker room to grab some gear, feeling relieved after dodging mistletoe ambushes all morning. You opened your locker to find… another sprig of mistletoe, taped neatly to the inside door, with a small note attached.

It read: “Just in case you missed me here. xx Leah.”

You shook your head, laughing, and slipped the mistletoe into your bag. The thought of Leah sneaking around just to keep up this playful holiday tradition warmed your heart. You hadn’t seen her around the gym that day, but you knew this wouldn’t be the last of her mistletoe tricks.

Later, as the team wrapped up an intense training session, you walked over to the bench to grab your water bottle when Leah appeared beside you, glancing around in a way that made you suspicious.

“Alright, what is it this time?” you asked, playfully narrowing your eyes at her.

She tried to feign innocence, but her barely hidden smile betrayed her. “What? I’m just checking in on my favourite teammate, can’t I?”

“Uh-huh,” you replied, crossing your arms with a smirk. “So, where’s the mistletoe?”

She shrugged nonchalantly, reaching into her pocket, and out came a tiny, carefully folded sprig of mistletoe. She held it above your head with a cheeky grin, leaning in close. “Caught you again.”

You shook your head, laughing, but leaned in to give her a soft kiss anyway, her hand lingering at the back of your neck. There was a warmth in her gaze that softened the humour in her expression, and for a brief moment, you could almost forget the rest of the team was in the room, all eyes turning your way.

Kim let out a loud laugh. “Alright, you two. If this mistletoe madness keeps up, we’re going to have to make it a team tradition.”

Leah pulled back, only slightly flustered, but she wore that same grin, holding up her hand in mock surrender. “I mean, you know me,” she joked, “just keeping everyone’s holiday spirit alive.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help but smile. She’d definitely succeeded at making the season feel magical, in her own mischievous way.

As the week went on, Leah didn’t let up. One evening, you invited her over for a quiet night in, thinking maybe, just maybe, you’d get a break from the mistletoe game. But as she arrived, standing on your doorstep, her hand was conspicuously hidden behind her back.

You raised an eyebrow as she looked at you innocently. “Leah…”

She pulled out a sprig of mistletoe, dangling it overhead with a smug smile. “It’s only tradition.”

“Of course,” you sighed, smiling as she leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. But this time, she didn’t pull away as quickly. Her arms slipped around your waist, and you let yourself sink into the moment, feeling a warmth that was less about the holiday season and more about her.

Breaking the kiss, she chuckled, looking into your eyes. “I have to keep you on your toes, you know. It’s practically my job now.”

“Oh, I’ve noticed.” You laughed, pulling her inside, and her mistletoe mission continued even in your own home.

In the kitchen, she found an excuse to hang mistletoe from the cabinet handle, giving you a conspiratorial grin as she caught you under it while you were trying to make cocoa. In the living room, she casually placed a sprig on the arm of the couch and waited for you to sit down before nudging it toward you, laughing at your exasperated but amused expression.

Eventually, as the night wound down, you two settled on the couch together, her hand entwined with yours as you watched the lights from the tree casting a soft glow over the room. Leah was uncharacteristically quiet, a small smile playing at her lips as she glanced over at you.

“So, does this mean we’re finally out of mistletoe range?” you teased, nudging her shoulder.

She held up her hands, showing you her empty pockets. “Okay, fine, maybe I’m out of mistletoe,” she admitted, laughing. “But I still think it worked out pretty well.”

You raised an eyebrow, feigning doubt. “Oh? And why is that?”

She leaned in, her expression softening as she brushed a strand of hair from your face.

“Because every kiss this week has been my favourite part of the day.”

Your heart warmed at her words, and you felt a smile tugging at your lips. She wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close as you both snuggled deeper under the blanket, the sound of Christmas music softly playing in the background. After a moment, she whispered, “Guess I’ll have to find other ways to surprise you now. Any requests?”

You shook your head, laughing softly. “I think you’ve made Christmas plenty memorable already.”

And as she held you close, laughter fading into comfortable silence, you couldn’t imagine a better way to spend the holidays than right there, under an imaginary mistletoe, wrapped up in her arms.

#woso x reader #woso imagines #woso imagine #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagines #leah williamson imagine

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hnslchw · 1 day ago

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a nonsense christmas - LN4 x Reader

Summary: The holidays bring unexpected reunions, stirring up memories you thought were long behind you. As snow falls and emotions rises, you are reminded that sometimes the season isn't about what you planned—but about the surprises that lead to something more.

Warnings/Themes: slight angst, very warm fluff, second chance romance (?) (let me know if i missed any! English isn't my first language)

Word Count: 1.5k

Author's note: Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays here's an early gift for you. Hope you guys enjoy this one, something different from angst for once. I should really start writing for other people, but i dreamt of Lando last night 🤷‍♀️ anyways hugs and kisses to everyone.

You adjusted the strap of the overstuffed gift bag on your shoulder, balancing a smaller box in your other hand. The icy December air nipped at your nose, but the cold did little to dampen your excitement. You’d been looking forward to this for weeks—Pietra always went all out decorating for Christmas, and you couldn’t wait to see her.

The plan was simple: drop off the gifts, catch up with Pietra for a few minutes, and then head off to finish your errands. Even though you were flying out for a winter vacation tomorrow, you’d insisted on squeezing in time for this visit. Spending a bit of the holidays with one of your closest friends was too important to pass up.

The door swung open before you could knock.

“Hey, look who it is!” Max grinned, stepping aside to let you in. The warmth of the apartment hit you immediately, along with the faint hum of Christmas music and laughter from inside.

“Hey, Max!” you said brightly, already looking past him for Pietra. “Where’s P?”

“Right here!” Pietra called, appearing from around the corner. Her face lit up when she saw you, and she hurried over to wrap you in a tight hug.

“You didn’t have to come all this way,” she said, but the warmth in her tone betrayed her words.

“Of course, I did,” you replied with a grin. “I couldn’t miss seeing you before Christmas. And I brought presents!”

Max raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Presents? You’re making us look bad.”

“I doubt that,” you teased, handing Pietra the overstuffed bag.

But before you could say more, a familiar voice floated in from the living room. It was light, teasing, and completely unmistakable.

Lando.

Your breath caught in your throat as you glanced toward the couches. The living room was filled with Max’s friends—Will was sprawled across one side of the couch, laughing loudly at something Niran was saying. But sitting at the edge of the group, holding a beer and smiling softly, was Lando Norris.

You hadn’t seen him in months, not since the two of you had broken up.

Pietra must have noticed your sudden tension because she frowned slightly. “I should have warned you,” she whispered. “I didn’t think you’d run into him.”

You shook your head quickly, pasting on a polite smile. “It’s fine,” you said, though your pulse betrayed you.

As if on cue, Lando glanced over. His gaze met yours, his smile faltering for just a moment before he gave you a small, almost uncertain nod.

“Hey, come say hi!” Max urged, motioning toward the group.

You cleared your throat, taking a step back toward the door. “Actually, I didn’t realize you guys were here. I just wanted to drop off your gifts, but I really need to head out. I’ve got more stops to make, and I’m leaving early tomorrow for my trip.”

“Oh, come on,” Will called from the couch, grinning. “Stay a bit! It’s Christmas.”

You forced a light laugh. “I wish I could, but I’m on a tight schedule. Piet, can you help me grab something from my car? There’s a few more gifts I forgot to bring in.”

Pietra hesitated, clearly wanting to say something, but nodded. “Of course.”

-🎄-

The cold air outside was a welcome reprieve as you and Pietra reached your car. You opened the trunk, pulling out two small packages for Will and Niran and holding a third in your hands. Your grip tightened on the last one as your heart sank.

It was Lando's.

You’d bought it months ago, back when everything felt easy between you. The Cooking Mama game had been a nod to one of your inside jokes—about how he always insisted he’d make a better chef than you despite never stepping foot in a kitchen. You’d pictured him laughing when he opened it, teasing you about how thoughtful you were.

But life had a way of changing plans.

Pietra’s eyes narrowed slightly as she glanced at the package in your hands. “That’s for him, isn’t it?”

You sighed, nodding. “Yeah. I bought it before we broke up.”

“You should still give it to him,” she said gently.

You shook your head. “No. It doesn’t feel right.”

Pietra gave you a small, knowing smile. “Sometimes the right thing doesn’t feel easy. But it’s Christmas—you never know what might happen.”

You hesitated, weighing her words. But before you could decide, the apartment door opened, and Max stuck his head out.

“Hey, everything okay out here?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said quickly, passing one of the gifts to Pietra and keeping the others in your arms. “Just finishing up.”

After a round of goodbyes inside, you finally escaped back into the cold evening, your chest heavy with unresolved emotions. As you drove away, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d made the right choice in walking away.

-🎄-

Days later, the mountain air was crisp and cool as you zipped your jacket, your breath visible in the frosty air. The ski resort was picturesque, blanketed in snow and bustling with holiday travelers.

You hadn’t expected to run into anyone familiar here, which was why the sight of Lando standing by the lodge hit you like a shock of cold water.

He noticed you almost immediately, his face a mix of surprise and determination as he crossed the snowy path toward you.

“Hey,” he said softly, his cheeks pink from the cold—or maybe from nerves.

“Hey,” you replied, your voice cautious.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” he admitted, his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets. “I thought you’d be halfway across the world by now.”

“Change of plans,” you said lightly. “I needed some quiet.”

He hesitated, his eyes scanning your face. “Can we talk?”

Your first instinct was to refuse, to keep walking. But something in his voice—earnest, almost hopeful—made you pause.

“Okay,” you said finally.

-🎄-

An hour later, you were sitting together by the fireplace in the lodge, a steaming mug of hot chocolate in your hands.

“I never got to thank you for the gift,” Lando said suddenly, pulling something out of his bag. It was the Cooking Mama game, the wrapping paper still torn at the edges.

You blinked, startled. “How—?”

“Pietra,” he said, smiling faintly. “She said you’d never forgive her, but she thought I needed to see it.”

You felt your cheeks heat, your heart pounding in your chest. “I bought it months ago,” you admitted. “Before everything… fell apart.”

Lando looked at the game, then back at you. “It’s perfect. But you always knew me better than anyone.”

You looked down at your hands, unsure of what to say.

“I miss you,” he said suddenly, his voice quiet but steady. “And I don’t just mean the jokes or the little things. I miss *us*. And if there’s even the smallest chance we can get that back…”

Your heart twisted as you met his gaze. “I don’t know, Lando. What if—”

“What if we get it right this time?” he interrupted gently.

For a long moment, you just stared at him, the warmth of the fire softening the edges of your hesitation.

“Okay,” you said finally, your lips curving into a small smile.

-🎄-

That night, Christmas Eve, the two of you sat together in your cabin, playing Cooking Mama and laughing like you hadn’t in months. Snow fell softly outside, blanketing the world in quiet peace, but inside, your heart felt lighter than it had in a long time.

It wasn’t the Christmas you had planned, but as Lando smiled at you, his hand brushing against yours, you realized it was exactly what you needed.

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eiightysixbaby · 3 days ago

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a holiday meet-cute

robin buckley x fem!reader

another fic for @littlexdeaths 12 days of promptmas 😌 prompt: you need a last minute gift, but man that salesclerk sure is cute…

The mall is packed.

You can’t really be surprised, what with Christmas being in two short days. Turns out you aren’t the only person in town who waited until the last second to buy a gift.

You’d thought you had all of your gifts in order, until one of your friends decided to mention they got you an unexpected gift, and now you felt obligated to return the favor.

You loosen the scarf around your neck, unbuttoning your coat now that you’re safe from the elements. You glance around the mall somewhat aimlessly, letting your feet carry you. Your gaze snags on the bookstore, eyes lighting up at the sight.

Bingo.

Trailing inside, you’re met with shelf after shelf of books. You don’t really know where to begin looking, you just hope that you’ll know when you find the right one. You brush past other shoppers, eyes roaming over the spines and covers of various novels.

“Did you need help finding anything?” a voice asks, breaking you from your shopping trance.

You turn, fingers still gently grazing the spine of one of the books on the shelf before you, and when you meet the face of the salesperson, your heart skips a beat.

She’s gorgeous. Stunning, bright blue eyes and freckles sprinkled over her face. Dirty blonde hair with bangs that suit her well. She looks at you expectantly, but there’s an almost nervous edge to her demeanor. Your eyes catch her name tag. Robin is written in blue marker, squiggles and dots and other designs littering the blank space around her name.

“Oh, um, no,” you stammer awkwardly. “I’m just looking for a last minute gift for a friend,” you tell her, feeling your cheeks grow warm under her stare.

“That one is actually one of my favorites”, she says, motioning with a nod of her head to the book where your fingers rest.

You follow her gaze, looking back at the book to pull it off of the shelf, though you find you don’t really want to stop looking at her.

“I-I’ve recommended it to all of my friends,” the salesclerk continues. “My friend Steve — he literally never reads — finally read that a couple months ago and he loved it. Talked my ear off about it afterwards. I almost regretted recommending it in the first place,” she laughs kind of nervously, chewing at her lip as if to keep herself from saying more.

You find the personal anecdote adorable, taking her recommendation seriously.

“Hm,” you ponder, staring at the cover of the book now in your hands. “I think you’ve just convinced me,” you tell her, watching as her eyes visibly brighten.

“Really?” she asks, her voice suddenly so quiet.

“Mhm,” you nod. “My friend, the one I’m buying for, hasn’t read in a while and they’ve been looking for something to get them back in the groove.”

The girl lights up, smiling so big. It takes all you’ve got not to reach out and trace the little laugh lines on her face. Instead you smile back at her, and maybe you hold each other’s gaze for a minute too long, but maybe it doesn’t matter.

“I’m so glad I could help,” she says finally, cheeks turning pink as her eyes dart away. “Do you want me to check you out?” she asks, before her eyes go wide. “I mean, like, ring you out. Not check you out like, check you out. Oh, god,” she trails off, but her embarrassment only makes you more smitten with her.

“That would be great,” you tell her, giggling softly to yourself as she nods and turns, skittering away like a mouse.

You follow, weaving through the shelves and up to the checkout counter. She takes your book, scanning it for you, and you find yourself tracing the freckles on her cheeks as she works.

“So, are you excited for the holiday?” she asks you. The small talk is welcome — anything to keep you here longer.

“I’m more excited now that my shopping is all done,” you reply. “Do you have any plans?” you ask, handing her the money for your purchase.

“Ah,” she says, expression turning kind of sad. “Not this year. I usually go back home for the holidays, but I couldn’t swing it this year between work and school.”

“Oh,” you frown, giving her a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry. I know how that feels.”

There’s a pause, her pretty hands placing your book in a small paper bag, your eyes already on her when she looks up to meet them.

“You know, my friends and I are having a little get together. On— on Christmas Day,” you start. “Everyone always has a date and, well, I don’t have one.”

Her head tilts ever so slightly to the side, her bottom lip pulling between her teeth.

“I know we just met and you don’t even know my name or literally anything, but… if you wanted to come with me—” you stop yourself, suddenly self-conscious.

But the look in her eyes is so hopeful, it encourages you to go on.

“We’d love to have you. I’d— I’d love to help make your holiday less lonely. Since you helped me so much today, with the gift.”

“Am I attending this party as your date?” she asks, emphasizing the last word cutely, her voice gone so soft you have to lean forward to hear her.

Your face warms, fingers fidgeting on the countertop.

“If that’s okay with you, Robin,” you say, and the smile that crosses her face at the use of her name makes you certain you’ve made the right move.

The line of customers behind you grows, people in a hurry to get out and on their way. You both recognize this at the same time, and you shoot her an apologetic glance.

“I’d love to come,” Robin says, flipping your receipt over and scribbling something down. “That’s my number,” she says, handing you the slip of paper. “I’m off at 7 today, if you want to call. Or anything.”

“Okay,” you smile. “Yeah, okay. I will.”

With the receipt clutched in your hand and the book tucked under your arm, you give her a small wave before leaving the bookstore.

Your heart flutters in your chest as you look down at her writing, the glittery gel pen’s ink making each number sparkle.

Christmas can’t come fast enough.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley fanfiction #thetwelvedaysofpromptmas 🎄#divider by strangergraphics

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glamourscat · 1 day ago

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I LOVE UR TIM FICS SM HES LITERALLY MY BABY I LOVE HEARING PPL TALK ABT HIM MORE‼️‼️

Anyway I was wondering if I could request a fic of reader teasing/flirting with Tim to see him blush and maybe throw in some smooches stolen

TY IF U CHOOSE TO WRITE THIS 🙏🙏

Tim, are you blushing? | tim drake x reader

a/n: sorry for the wait, i hope you like this <3

For someone so brilliant, so capable of leading teams and solving impossible cases, Tim turned into an adorable mess when flustered.

And you? Well, you'd made it your personal mission to see that blush as often as possible. Because after all, if a loophole is present, why not take advantage of it?

"Hey, pretty boy," you called out, leaning against the doorframe of the Batcave's computer station. Tim was hunched over the keyboard, analyzing some ridiculously complex case. Typical.

He hummed in acknowledgment, not looking up. So absorbed into his work he did not even hear you properly.

You grinned, skipping over to where he was sitting. "You know, for someone with such amazing detective skills, you're pretty oblivious."

That got his attention. "What do you mean?"

"Well," you draped yourself over the back of his chair, your breath tickling his ear, "you haven't noticed I've been wearing your hoodie all day."

Tim's typing stuttered to a halt. He turned slowly, those blue eyes widening as he finally noticed his favorite hoodie draped over your frame. His scent, the mix of tea, lavender and talk is so strong and most of all, it all over you.

"I- when did you-" A pink tint crept up his neck.

"This morning. After you left for patrol" You hummed, moving to sit besides him. "It's super comfy. I might keep it."

"That's- I mean-" He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "You can't just steal my clothes."

"Why not? Do I not look good in it?," you grinned, showing off your figure teasingly. And there it was. That full-blown blush you'd been aiming for. "Besides, you love seeing me in your clothes. Don't even try to deny it."

Tim ran a hand through his messy black hair, a nervous habit you know too well by now. "You're– i.. Well, damn it" he stutters flustered as he bites his lower lip.

His blue eyes looking at yours intensly, his face illuminated thanks to the batcave computer. And you did not miss how his eyes darted from your face to your lips. Well… who are you lose an opportunity, right? You lean over and quickly steal a peck.

A rather embarrassing yet endearing quiet moan leaves his lips at the unexpected yet welcome contact.

“You did not just..” he looks at you with his mouth slightly apart like a fish.

You reached out, gently brushing his bangs from his eyes. "Aw, so cute." it was not meant to come accross in a mocking way, but objectively speaking, you were feeling so damn cocky right now.

Your comment is what makes him react though. In a few seconds he stood up, his hands on your waist squeezing, as his forehead rests against yours. So close, damn he is so hot. Your heart did a little flip at the sudden proximity.

"You think you're so clever, don't you?"

"I know I am."

"Always teasing me," he murmured, leaning somehow even closer. "Always trying to make me blush."

"Can you blame me? You're adorable when you're flustered. I just wanna kiss you senseless."

His eyes flickered to your lips. "Maybe I should return the favor."

Before you could come up with a witty response, he was the one to closed the distance this time, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet, soft kiss. It was your turn to be surprised, melting into him as one of his hands moved to cup your cheek.

When he pulled back, there was a triumphant gleam in his eyes. "Now who's blushing?"

You laugh quietly. "Always needing to have the last word hmm?" Your hands go on his hips.

You two spent the rest of your afternoon kissing. Smiling maybe too much for it to be perfect, but somehow that made it even better. And if anyone noticed that Tim's productivity took a serious hit that afternoon, or the fact that he looked like he ran a marathon-- with his messy hair, panting breath, red cheeks and puffy lips-- well, nobody pointed it out.

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aventurineswife · 2 days ago

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So uh. I love your attempt on dadchurin so I will show this. I sort of did this with my personal ocxcanon with Aven's OC yumechild (she has siblings, one of which isn't an Avgin) but maybe you can whip up something similar with this prompt of his child saying they're proud of him and is glad they have matching eyes with him

“The coolest eyes of the bestest Dad in the universe!”

Summary: Aventurine shares a heartfelt interaction with his child, who proudly declares their love for their shared eyes and unwavering support for their "coolest dad in the universe." Beneath Aventurine's usual flamboyance, he grapples with the unexpected warmth and hope his child brings to his guarded heart.

Tags: Aventurine and his child, Fluff, Parent-Child Bonding, Emotional Vulnerability, Protective Child, Hidden Soft Side.

Warnings: Mentions of Aventurine’s guarded nature and emotional struggles (light emotional themes).

A/N: ☹️the drawing is so cute!🥺💕, I hope you enjoy this!

The soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the elegant curtains, casting golden light across the room. Aventurine stood at the polished bar, his fingers tracing the edge of a fine glass, an enigmatic smile playing at the corners of his lips. The room was filled with the subtle elegance he was so accustomed to—luxurious, but devoid of anything truly personal. Yet, something about the quiet hum of the evening made him feel a flicker of something deeper than usual.

"Papa, look!" A voice called out, filled with infectious enthusiasm. Aventurine's attention snapped to the source of the interruption.

There, standing with hands on hips and an expression of utmost determination, was his child—a bundle of energy with the same captivating magenta and cyan eyes that Aventurine himself wore like a mask. The child was grinning, eyes gleaming as if they held the secret to the universe.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Aventurine’s voice carried his usual smooth, playful tone, though there was a hint of curiosity.

“I love having these eyes!” The child exclaimed, bouncing on their feet. “After all, it’s the same coolest eyes as the bestest dad in the universe!”

Aventurine’s heart fluttered in surprise, his gaze softening for just a fraction of a second. The statement hit him like a stray dart, its sincerity unexpected. He blinked, his usual bravado slipping for a moment as he looked into his child's face. He saw the same fire, the same spark that had driven him to succeed, to survive. But hearing it from someone else, especially from someone so young, left him momentarily speechless.

“You... you think so?” Aventurine’s voice wavered slightly, but he quickly regained his composure, flashing that signature smile. Still, his eyes betrayed the depth of emotion he rarely allowed himself to show.

“Of course, Papa!” The child puffed out their chest with pride, throwing their arms wide as if the universe itself should take note of the revelation. “And if anyone makes fun of me and my papa, I can punch them! Like this!” The child swung an exaggerated punch into the air, their voice rising with enthusiasm. “Pow! How dare they!”

Aventurine couldn’t suppress a laugh, though it was laced with a touch of disbelief. He shook his head, an affectionate warmth creeping into his expression. “Sweetheart, please, don’t go punching anyone... Your parent would be mad. Do that less, hmm?”

The child beamed, as if the very idea of protecting their father with such boisterous force was the most natural thing in the world. “But they’re bad if they say mean stuff, Papa! No one gets to mess with you!” They beamed up at him with unrestrained joy.

Aventurine chuckled, though there was a bittersweet edge to it, as if the weight of his past experiences was briefly lifting. He crouched down to meet the child’s eyes, gazing into those familiar magenta and cyan depths that mirrored his own. "You’ve got my eyes," he said softly, his tone almost reverent. “You know, these eyes have seen things most can’t even imagine... But seeing them on you makes me believe there’s hope."

The child tilted their head, clearly unsure of what to make of such a statement but brimming with love. “I like our eyes. They make me feel strong! Just like you, Papa.”

Aventurine’s heart stirred, the walls he so carefully built around himself threatening to crumble under the weight of his emotions. He smiled, a genuine curve of his lips. "And I’m proud of you," he said, his voice low and tender, a rare admission. "You’re stronger than you know, sweetheart."

The child’s eyes sparkled as they hugged him tightly, nearly knocking him off balance. “I’m glad I have the coolest dad in the universe!”

Aventurine stood up straight, one hand resting on the back of their head, holding them close as if he feared they might disappear in an instant. "You’ve always been the best part of my world," he whispered softly, the words barely a breath between them.

For once, the game of chance and strategy didn’t matter. In this quiet moment, Aventurine felt something that had eluded him for so long—a sense of purpose that wasn’t defined by survival or manipulation. It was defined by connection, by a child who believed in him more than anyone ever had.

#x reader #honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #hsr aventurine #aventurine x reader #hsr aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #fluff #parent child bonding #emotional vulnerability #protective #hidden soft side #dad!aventurine

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kathlare · 3 days ago

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crossed paths

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie’s unexpected visit to the British Grand Prix stirs a mix of emotions as she reconnects with familiar faces from Lando's family.

Wordcount: 1.0 k

Warnings: fluff, smau

July 9th, 2024 - Northamptonshire, United Kingdom

liked by amelieupdate, ln4nation, and others

amelieupdates: Spotted at the Silverstone paddock? 🤔 Could it be Amelie arriving at the British GP? 👀💚

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f1fanatic99: Is that Amelie arriving or am I seeing things? 🤔 → amelieforever21: @f1fanatic99 honestly, I can't tell but I hope it's her!! We need more of her in F1 💚👀

lando_shippers: WHERE'S LANDO???? WE NEED A REUNION, WE MISS THE VIBES 😭 → amelieadmirer03: @lando_shippers honestly same, their friendship was goals! Bring them back together already!! 😭💥

checosupporter10: Let's gooo, Amelie always showing love for Checo 🙌💚

notameliestalker: I swear, that’s NOT her, just some look-alike 😂 → ameliefan99: @notameliestalker I lowkey thought that too but I’m hoping it’s her! Manifesting it 💫

racefanatic47: Paddock vibes with Amelie > paddock vibes without her 🤧

landoandamelie4ever: OKAY BUT AMELIE AND LANDO NEED TO REUNITE, WE'RE BEGGING!! 🥺💔 → amelieobsessed17: @landoandamelie4ever Imagine the energy if they ever hang out again... we need it for our souls 🙌💫

amelie_is_my_queen: That is Amelie, I can feel it in my bones 🫣✨ → f1fanaticxx: @amelie_is_my_queen SAME, my heart skipped a beat 🤭

f1fanatic23: Why is Amelie even here? Just let her stay out of the paddock 😬

lando4life: Ugh, I miss when Lando and Amelie were friends. Now he's with Magui and it’s just awkward 🥴 → f1queenfan: @lando4life Yikes, can they just stop with the Magui drama and bring back Lando & Amelie vibes? I miss them together 😩

amelie_stan07: Can we please stop shipping them together? They were friends, that's it. 😑 → f1fanatic99: @amelie_stan07 Sorry, but I think they were lowkey cute together... I'm just saying 👀💘

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The paddock at the British Grand Prix buzzed with the usual excitement—photographers darting between team garages, fans craning for glimpses of their favorite drivers, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the summer air. Amelie adjusted her sunglasses as she navigated the crowd, her sleek blonde hair catching the sunlight.

She wasn’t here for the spotlight, though. She was here for her sister Stella, who had invited her to support Checo, her husband and Red Bull’s driver. It wasn’t unusual for Amelie to visit the paddock, but it had been a while, where she’d avoided certain awkward encounters with laser-focused determination. Today, she planned to stick to her sister’s side and keep things simple.

But fate, as always, had other plans.

Amelie spotted the small coffee stand near the media center and decided to grab an iced coffee before heading back to the Red Bull garage. As she waited for her order, the sound of a familiar laugh made her stomach drop. She turned, her heart skipping a beat when she saw them—Cisca Norris, Lando’s mum, standing with her youngest daughter, Flo, and his grandparents.

For a moment, Amelie considered pretending she hadn’t seen them. But Cisca’s gaze caught hers, recognition lighting up her face. Without thinking, Amelie smiled and gave them a polite wave. To her surprise—and mild anxiety—they all waved back enthusiastically, as if they hadn’t just been acquaintances but old friends reunited.

—Amelie!— Cisca called, her voice warm and inviting.

There was no avoiding it now. Steeling herself, Amelie walked over, her iced coffee in hand. She wasn’t sure if it was the summer heat or her nerves, but she could feel her cheeks flush as she approached.

—Hello— she greeted with a smile, nodding at Lando’s grandparents before turning to Cisca and Flo. —It’s been a while.—

Cisca beamed, clearly delighted to see her. —It really has. You look wonderful, Amelie.—

—Thank you. So do all of you,— she replied, her voice calm despite the slight tremor in her chest.

Cisca’s mum, Lando’s grandmother, stepped forward, her eyes sparkling as she took in Amelie’s appearance. —My goodness, look at you! Blonde again, it suits you so well. And doesn’t she look older, Cisca? More grown-up.—

Amelie laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. —I guess a few years and a lot of work will do that to you.—

Before anyone could respond, another figure joined the group. Magui, dressed in a tight black dress and oversized sunglasses, sauntered over. She slipped an arm around Cisca’s and smiled, but the gesture didn’t reach her eyes.

—And who’s this?— Magui asked, her voice sugary sweet but tinged with a sharpness that didn’t go unnoticed.

Cisca hesitated for the briefest moment before introducing them. —Magui, this is Amelie. She’s an old friend of ours. Amelie, this is Magui.—

Amelie extended a hand, her polite smile unwavering. —Nice to meet you.—

—Likewise,— Magui said, shaking her hand briefly. The tension was palpable, though neither woman let it show.

As they exchanged pleasantries, Amelie couldn’t help but notice the way Cisca and her parents subtly shifted their attention back to her, as if Magui’s presence was an afterthought. Even Flo, who was usually shy, stayed close to Amelie, her little face lighting up when Amelie complimented her new braided hairstyle.

Magui, however, stood off to the side, her expression tightening as she watched how warmly the Norris family interacted with Amelie. The stark difference in their treatment of the two women was impossible to ignore, and the realization made jealousy bubble under her carefully maintained façade.

Lando’s grandmother, oblivious to the undercurrents, spoke up again. —You know, Amelie, we were just talking about you recently. I told Cisca how much we missed having you around. It’s not the same without you. And Lando…— She paused, her expression softening. —He was so happy when you were around. I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he looked at you.—

Cisca winced slightly, her eyes darting to Magui, who was now visibly uncomfortable. Amelie, for her part, maintained her composure, though her heart ached at the unexpected comment.

—That’s very kind of you to say,— she managed, her voice steady.

Sensing the awkwardness, Cisca stepped in. —Mum, maybe we should let Amelie get back to her sister. I’m sure she’s busy.—

Amelie nodded, grateful for the out. —Yes, I should head back to the garage. It was lovely seeing all of you again.—

Cisca’s grandmother reached out and gave Amelie’s hand a gentle squeeze before she could leave. —You take care of yourself, dear. And don’t be a stranger. You’ll always have a place with us.—

Amelie nodded, her smile softening as her heart swelled with bittersweet warmth. —Thank you. That means a lot to me.— Her gaze flicked to Flo, who was still holding onto her sleeve. —Flo, keep being this amazing, okay? And let your brother know I said hello.—

At that, Flo’s eyes lit up with excitement, but before she could respond, Magui cut in with a strained smile. —I’m sure Lando’s a bit preoccupied, but I’ll pass along the message if we see him before you do.—

Amelie’s polite mask stayed intact, though she could sense the slight barb in Magui’s tone. Cisca’s lips pressed together tightly, her disapproval barely masked, while Lando’s grandmother looked as though she were about to scold someone. To diffuse the tension, Amelie chuckled lightly. —I wouldn’t expect anything less. Racing keeps everyone on their toes.—

With a final polite goodbye, Amelie turned to leave, her steps calm and measured despite the swirl of emotions rising in her chest. She could feel the weight of their gazes, the warmth of Cisca and his grandparents, the jealousy simmering in Magui’s expression. And as she walked away, she couldn’t help but wonder how things had come to this—how the comfort of her past with Lando’s family could still feel so welcoming, yet so far out of reach.

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cre8inghavoc · 3 days ago

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Can't help it...

Part 9

inumaki x f!reader

pairing: inumaki x f!reader

summary: Transferring to a new school is tough, but having your three best friends there makes it easier. Things get even more interesting when you start falling for the mysterious boy who rides his motorcycle to school every day. What will happen next?

genre/warnings: [18+] Characters are aged up. Story contains cursing, new friends, alcohol, college!au, no curse!au, dark humour, SMAU and written parts, fluff, smut.

Inumaki's POV:

I’ve been staring at the ceiling for what feels like hours now, and I don’t understand why I can’t sleep. I mean, I’ve always had issues with sleeping—insomnia’s been my constant companion for as long as I can remember—but I thought it was getting better. This past week, for the first time in years, I actually slept well. It was odd, sure, but I wasn’t complaining.

But tonight? Tonight, it’s back to the old ways.

Back to no sleep.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I glanced over at the clock.

4 a.m.

Great.

Should I even bother going to school later? Maybe I should just skip. But then… I wouldn’t see y/n.

Fuck.

The thought of not seeing her tomorrow... or today, technically... made my chest tighten in a way I didn’t want to think too much about. I let out another frustrated sigh and turned my head to look at my phone on the nightstand. For a moment, I just stared at it, my mind running through all the reasons why texting her at this hour would be a terrible idea.

She’s probably asleep. You’ll wake her up. She’ll think you’re being annoying. Just leave her alone.

But then again… what if she’s awake too? What if she’s thinking about me the way I’m thinking about her right now?

Before I could overthink it anymore, I grabbed my phone, my thumb hesitating over the keyboard. I typed out a message and stared at it for a second, debating whether or not to hit send.

This is stupid. She’s not awake. You’ll look like an idiot.

But my thumb pressed send before I could talk myself out of it.

Hey… you up?

I tossed my phone on the bed beside me and ran a hand over my face, already regretting it. But now all I could do was wait.

Honestly, I was kind of hoping she would respond. It’s not like I can sleep, so maybe talking to her would help. But at the same time… I kind of hope she doesn’t even see my message. Because… what if I’m being too much?

What if she sees it, rolls her eyes, and thinks I’m just some guy who can’t get a grip? Someone who’s bothering her at 4 a.m. for no reason?

I sighed, staring at the faint glow of my phone screen as it sat on the bed next to me. What was I expecting? That she’d magically be awake, texting back right away? And if she did… what would I even say?

Hey, I can’t stop thinking about you?

Yeah, right. That would go over well.

I shook my head, feeling the frustration bubble up in my chest. Why was she in my head so much? Why couldn’t I just… let it go? Ignore it? Pretend I wasn’t thinking about the way she looked at me earlier, or the way her voice shook just a little when she was mad?

I groaned softly, rolling over onto my side and staring at the phone again. One minute passed. Then another. The screen stayed dark, and the silence stretched on. Maybe this was for the best. Maybe it was better if she didn’t answer.

Because if she did… I wasn’t sure what I’d say next. Or worse, what I’d admit.

But then, to my surprise, my phone buzzed.

I blinked, staring at it for a moment as if I’d imagined the notification. The screen lit up, her name glowing back at me. My heart skipped a beat, and I hesitated before picking it up, as if seeing her response would somehow make this real.

WARNING: SMUT (18+ ONLY) & HEAVY FLIRTING/TEASING

A/N

things are getting veryyy spicy now 👀

hope you enjoyed this little tease

im so sorry this took so look... it was very unexpected ive just been extremely busy and honestly haven't had the energy to write much

yes this is very short butttt i kinda just want some of yalls opinion on this... like would you actually wanna read the smut (next part)

ik its late ASF BUT ENJOY IT PLEASE OR ELSE ILL CRY FR

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woozinhos · 6 hours ago

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Can I request a smut with hoshi… when you’re best friend with him and are going to a party and y’all dressed up and he asked to fix his hair … long short story he kisses you off guard and one thing leads to another and you have a long night of passionate sex and confession of your feelings ✨✨✨

Ahh this was so fun to make I hope you enjoy reading it anon <3

You and Hoshi had been best friends for as long as you could remember. You had known each other since childhood, and your friendship had always been strong.

Tonight, you were both getting ready to go to a party together. You had agreed to help him with his hair, since he was struggling to style it in a way that looked good. As you stood behind him, running your fingers through his hair and trying to get it just right, he suddenly turned around and looked at you.

"Is it really that bad?" he asked with a pout, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

You chuckled and shook your head. "No, it's not that bad. You just need a little more work, that's all."

He smirked at you, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Or maybe you just like touching my hair."

You blushed and swatted at him playfully. "Don't be ridiculous."

But deep down, you couldn't deny that you did enjoy running your fingers through his hair. There was something about the way it felt against your skin that was almost intoxicating. As you continued to style his hair, Hoshi's gaze never left your face. He watched you intently, his eyes following every movement of your hands. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you finished styling his hair. You stepped back to admire your work, and Hoshi turned around to look in the mirror.

"Wow, you did an amazing job," he said, running a hand through his newly styled hair. "I look great."

You smiled, feeling a sense of pride in your ability to make him look so good. "I'm glad you like it."

He turned back to face you, his expression suddenly serious. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

You glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that you were, indeed, running late.

"Yeah, sure," you replied, gathering up your things and preparing to leave. "What's up?"

Hoshi took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving yours. "I just wanted to say... you look really beautiful tonight," he said, his voice low and sincere. You felt a flutter in your chest at his words, but you tried to play it cool. "Thanks, you don't look so bad yourself," you replied, trying to hide the way your heart was racing.

Hoshi took a step closer to you, his eyes searching yours. "No, I mean it," he said firmly. "You're absolutely stunning. I can't take my eyes off you."

You felt your breath catch in your throat as he moved closer, his body now only inches away from yours. His gaze was intense, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and something else you couldn't quite place.

"I've always thought you were beautiful," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "But tonight, you're absolutely breathtaking."

You tried to pull yourself together, reminding yourself that you had a party to get to.

"Yeah, we should probably get going," you said, taking a step back and breaking the intense moment between you and Hoshi. "We don't want to be too late."

But as you turned to leave, Hoshi reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back towards him. You gasped in surprise as Hoshi pulled you into his arms and pressed his lips against yours.

The kiss was unexpected, but not unwelcome. His lips were soft and warm against yours, and you found yourself melting into his embrace as he deepened the kiss. You could feel the passion behind it, the desire that had been building between you for who knows how long. As he pulled away, Hoshi looked at you with a mixture of surprise and regret on his face.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly, taking a step back and running a hand through his hair. "I shouldn't have done that. I don't know what came over me."

He was clearly embarrassed by his impulsive action, but there was a part of him that looked like he wanted to do it again. You stood there, feeling dazed and confused. Your heart was still racing from the kiss, and your mind was reeling from the unexpected turn of events.

You didn't know what to say, so you simply stood there, looking at Hoshi with a mixture of shock and longing in your eyes. He shifted uncomfortably under your gaze, his expression conflicted. "I... I shouldn't have done that," he repeated, his voice softer this time. "I don't want to ruin our friendship."

"It's okay," you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

You took a step closer to him, your eyes locked on his. "I... I didn't mind," you admitted, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Hoshi's eyes widened in surprise at your words, and he looked at you with a mixture of hope and disbelief.

"You didn't?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

He took a step closer to you, closing the distance between you once again. His gaze was intense, searching your face for any signs of deception.

You shook your head, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. "No, I didn't," you repeated, your voice stronger this time. "In fact, I... I've wanted that for a long time."

Hoshi's eyes darkened at your confession, and he took another step closer, his body now mere inches away from yours.

"You have?" he breathed, his voice husky with desire.

You nodded, unable to find the words to express how you felt. Your heart was racing, your body thrumming with anticipation as Hoshi closed the distance between you. He reached out and cupped your face in his hands, his touch gentle but firm. "God, I've wanted you for so long," he murmured, his eyes roaming over your face hungrily.

Hoshi leaned in and captured your lips in another searing kiss, this one filled with more passion and urgency than the last. His lips moved against yours with a hunger that left you breathless, his tongue tangling with yours as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of you as if he was trying to memorize the feel of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you lost yourself in the kiss.

His body was pressed against yours, his hard muscles flexing beneath your touch as he held you tight. You could feel the heat building between you, the desire and need growing with every passing moment. Hoshi broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your jawline and onto your neck. He nipped and sucked at your skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he murmured against your skin, his voice low and rough with desire. "How many times I've imagined it."

As you stumbled towards the bedroom, you couldn't help but let out a giggle as you both bumped into furniture and walls. Hoshi was laughing too, his arms still wrapped tightly around you as he guided you through the darkened house.

Finally, you reached the bedroom and he kicked the door shut behind him, pressing you up against it as he claimed your lips in another heated kiss. He pressed his body against yours, pinning you against the door as his kisses grew more desperate and needy. His hands roamed over your body, slipping under your clothes and caressing your skin.

"You're so damn beautiful," he whispered against your lips, his fingers tracing the curves of your body. "I can't get enough of you."

You moaned softly as his hands roamed over your body, his touch igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you completely. He began to trail kisses down your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"I want to touch you everywhere," he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. "I want to taste every inch of you."

He pushed your shirt up, his hands sliding beneath the fabric and cupping your breasts. He let out a low growl as he felt your skin beneath his hands, his fingers gently kneading and squeezing your flesh.

"God, you feel so good," he groaned, his lips continuing their journey down your body.

Hoshi's lips found their way to your ear, and he whispered, "I need to be inside you. Now."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt a wave of desire wash over you at the sheer need in his voice. Hoshi pulled back slightly, his eyes locked on yours as he waited for your answer.

"Please," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Please, let me."

You nodded, unable to find the words to speak as you felt your body trembling with need. Hoshi's eyes darkened with lust, and he captured your lips in a fierce kiss before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you over to the bed.

He laid you down gently, his body covering yours as he began to kiss and caress every inch of you. Hoshi quickly undressed you, his hands and lips never leaving your body as he stripped you down to your bare skin. He took a moment to admire your naked body, his eyes roaming over you hungrily as he traced the curves of your body with his fingertips.

"You're perfect," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and desire. "Absolutely perfect."

Hoshi paused for a moment, looking down at you with a mixture of concern and desire in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice soft and low. "If this is going too fast for you. I don't want to rush you."

He brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and tender.

"I've just been wanting this for so long," he admitted, his voice rough with emotion. "I've dreamed about it, fantasized about it... But I don't want to rush things and make you uncomfortable."

You reached up and cupped his face in your hands, looking into his eyes with a mixture of affection and desire.

"I'm not uncomfortable," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity. "I want this just as much as you do. I've wanted you for a long time too."

Hoshi let out a shaky breath as he heard your words, his body tensing with anticipation.

"Where are the condoms?" he asked, his voice rough with need.

You pointed to the bedside table, your body already aching for his touch. Hoshi quickly reached over and opened the drawer, rummaging through it until he found what he was looking for. He held up a condom, his eyes never leaving yours as he tore it open with his teeth.

He rolled the condom onto himself, his body taut with desire as he prepared himself for you. He leaned down and captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as he positioned himself between your legs. He broke the kiss, his eyes burning with intensity as he looked down at you.

"Are you ready?" he whispered, his voice filled with restrained passion.

You nodded, your body arching up to meet his as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

"Yes," you breathed, your voice trembling with need. "Please, Hoshi. I need you."

Hoshi let out a low growl at your words, his body trembling with the effort it took to hold himself back. He slowly pushed into you, filling you inch by inch as he buried himself to the hilt.

"God, you feel amazing," he groaned, his body shaking with the effort to control himself.

He stayed still for a moment, his body tense as he tried to regain control. You could feel him inside you, stretching you in all the right ways, and it was almost too much to bear.

"Please move," you begged, your voice filled with desperation. "I need you to move."

Hoshi let out a low moan, his body responding to your plea. He began to move, slowly at first, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back into you with a slow, deliberate motion.

"You're so tight," he groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he held you still. "So perfect."

With each thrust, he picked up the pace, his hips slamming into yours with increasing force. He buried his face in your neck, his hot breaths coming in ragged gasps as he lost himself in the sensation of being inside you.

"You're driving me crazy," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "I can't get enough of you."

Hoshi grinned against your skin, clearly enjoying the sounds you were making.

"That's it," he growled, his hips snapping forward with a particularly rough thrust. "Let me hear you."

He began to angle his hips, searching for that perfect spot inside you that would drive you wild. When he found it, he let out a low groan of satisfaction as you cried out in pleasure.

"There it is," he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction. "I knew I could find it."

He focused his attention on that spot, each thrust hitting it perfectly as he drove you closer and closer to the edge.

"I can feel you clenching around me," he panted, his voice ragged with need. "You're close, aren't you?"

You could only nod, your body writhing beneath him as you approached your peak. He could sense it too, and he picked up the pace even more, his thrusts becoming harder and faster as he pushed you closer and closer to your release. Hoshi's face was flushed with pleasure, his eyes locked on yours as he continued to thrust into you.

"I like you so much," he panted, his voice rough with emotion. "I've liked you for so long. I've wanted this for so long."

He leaned down and captured your lips in a messy, desperate kiss, his body pressing you into the mattress as he continued to pound into you.

"You're mine," he growled against your lips. "You're all mine. No one else can have you."

He pulled back from the kiss, his eyes burning with possessiveness as he looked down at you.

"Say it," he demanded, his voice low and commanding. "Say that you're mine."

"I'm yours," you gasped, your voice trembling with pleasure and emotion. "I've always been yours."

Hoshi's eyes darkened with satisfaction at your words, his grip on your hips tightening possessively.

"Good girl," he growled, his pace becoming even more frantic. "You belong to me. And I'll make sure everyone knows it."

Hoshi could feel his own release approaching, his body tensing with the effort to hold back.

"I'm close," he panted, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I can't hold back much longer."

He buried his face in your neck again, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency as he chased his release.

"Come with me," he whispered, his voice strained. "I want to feel you come around me."

You could feel yourself teetering on the edge, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within you with each of his thrusts.

"That's it," he urged, his voice hoarse with need. "Let go for me. I want to feel you come undone."

Hoshi let out a low groan as he came, his body shuddering against yours as he emptied himself into the condom.

You followed closely behind, your own orgasm crashing over you in a wave of pleasure that left you shaking and breathless. Hoshi collapsed on top of you, his body still trembling from the force of his release. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin as he came down from his high.

"That was incredible," he murmured, his voice still rough with pleasure.

Hoshi lay there for a few moments, his mind replaying the events of the past few minutes. He had finally confessed his feelings for you, and in the heat of the moment, it had led to this - the two of you entwined together in blissful afterglow. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have you in his arms, to have finally been able to express his love for you without any more barriers between you.

As he held you close, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and contentment wash over him. He had been harboring these feelings for you for so long, and now that they were out in the open, it felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his heart full of love and affection for you.

"I'm never letting you go," he whispered, his voice filled with promise.

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 1 day ago

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Skeleton's adult children said they couldn't come for Christmas this year, but shows up as a surprise to celebrate with him and S/O (who was warned about it for the food lol). For the main boys!

Undertale Sans - Sans was slightly down about not seeing his kids this year. Family is everything for him and he was just sad he couldn't celebrate with the people he loves the most. He's genuinely shocked and confused when he opens the door and finds his two kids waiting. That's the best surprise ever. He really doesn't care about the presents, that's a present big enough for him already. He's cheerful all night.

Undertale Papyrus - He found it oddly suspicious you cooked so much honestly and he had a feeling something like that was about to happen. That or you wanted to stuff Sans like a Christmas turkey or something, he wasn't too sure. Papyrus is excited about his kids showing up and acts like he didn't expect it at all with a bit too much passion.

Underswap Sans - Well, he's on service on Christmas day anyway so he didn't have time to process his S/O would be alone on Christmas. He's surprised to see both his S/O and his kids come to fetch him by force so he spends Christmas with them. His boss was already aware. He is happy to have a day off, but it also means he needs to go through a family dinner and he's not too excited about it.

Underswap Papyrus - Being the original Mr. Dad, Honey was devastated to not have his babies home for Christmas, and even quite depressed, even though he was happy to celebrate with his S/O. He's crying on his knees when he opens the door and finds all of his children here. He's so happy he faints actually. When he wakes up, he has no idea what's going on, he's just happy.

Underfell Sans - He understands. His children are big and they have their lives now. Just like Edge, they don't have any more time for little old him. He was kinda resigned to his fate until he opens the door and finds them all here, both his children and his brother. Uh??? Red says they shouldn't have come and everything, but he can't hide for long he is actually a tiny bit relieved they didn't forget about him. It seems he didn't mess up educating them all after all. That's a little bit comforting.

Underfell Papyrus - He was fine with the idea as he would have seen them all on New Year anyway. He didn't understand why his S/O insisted on cooking so much food and he started to argue when someone rang at the door. Ah. So that's why. Ah, ah, very funny. You think you are all so clever, right? He's pouting, and he won't give the kids their presents before the next day just to show he's mad lol. He's stubborn, and you won't convince him to say he's actually happy to see them.

Horrortale Sans - .... Were you not supposed to come? He doesn't know, he kinda forgot. Oak just assumed they were coming and set the table for them anyway, so everyone thought he knew already. He didn't. Or, well, he did, but unwillingly. He's just happy his kids are here.

Horrortale Papyrus - He knew that it could happen so he set the table for his children anyway. Willow doesn't like to be unprepared in case something unexpected happens, so he did like the kids were coming anyway. And look at that, he knew he was right! Willow is happy he cooks for 200 people (even though you're just eight, help), no one is going to starve tonight. You're all going to be dying in bed the next day so you can't leave, which is also part of his plan to keep you longer at home. Next time, you'll think about visiting more often.

Swapfell Sans - Nox was secretly hoping for it the second he saw his S/O cook way more food than they could eat in one night. He's kinda waiting all day at the window like a sad puppy, or running to the window every time there's a loud car in the street. Of course, when his S/O stares at him, he immediately acts like he's bitching on the neighbors like usual, he has a reputation after all. He even falls asleep waiting for them at some point. When his baby comes, he's so excited that you're pretty sure you've never seen him like that in your entire life. Nox feels like it's not really Christmas as long as everyone is not home.

Swapfell Papyrus - He asks his child to prove him they're not an evil clone of his child. And he won't move off the way before you do. You come here uninvited, and he's going to troll you to make you pay after making him believe you were not coming. He eventually lets them in after they tell a joke that actually makes him laugh. He's just happy his kid is home.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He calls his S/O delusional and in denial all day, and now he's shutting up for good. He's even a little mad that they actually showed up and made him look like an idiot. How dare you do that to your old father? Now he has to apologize and he hates to apologize! Go apologize to your other parent for him this instant!

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He's a little disappointed and resigned to only cuddle with S/O tonight when the kids show up out of nowhere. Coffee is speechless. And not prepared??? Why didn't you say you were coming? He's not ready! All the gifts are in his room! He's panicking now. You said they were not coming, now nothing is ready and everything is wrong. Christmas is stressful man!

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brownsugaboba · 1 day ago

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title: “Chapter 3: Finally at Peace.”

december 22nd, 2024

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bruce wayne x reader.

- black reader. (anyone can read but emphasis on black.)

- 19+. (this chapter is NOT 19+, however upcoming chapters will be.)

- this chapter is a bit longer, thanks to the amount of dialogue. but i hope you enjoy it regardless.

thank you.

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the sound of the church doors creaking open was nearly drowned out by the low hum of conversation and the soft strains of classical music. the aisle stretched out before them, decorated with lush white flowers and draped silk, casting a soft glow in the dimly lit space. it was truly beautiful, almost unreal.

bruce wayne stepped inside beside you, the familiar warmth of her presence beside him doing little to calm the storm of thoughts swirling in his head.

the contrast between the quietness of the church and the chaos in his mind was jarring. his eyes, almost involuntarily, found themselves trailing over you to calm himself down.

you was stunning.

your dress—deep emerald green, satin, with delicate lacework along the neckline—clung to you frame in a way that made his breath catch in his throat.

the dark emerald dress accentuated you graceful posture, your shoulders relaxed but dignified. the way your dark, glistening skin caught the light reminded him of the stars, somehow both grounded and ethereal at the same time. your dark locs, styled in a low bun at the back of your neck, framed your face beautifully, and allowed for him to catch every single structure and detail.

you felt his gaze on you, but instead of discomfort, you felt a strange boost of confidence. you hadn’t worn this dress for anyone but yourself, which was your life as of lately, but you couldn’t deny the way bruce’s eyes lingered on you made you feel… noticed.

especially considering he knew every last thing about your childhood. he truly knew you.

the warmth of his attention made you smile ever so slightly, and you straightened her back a little, your steps becoming a bit more assured as you walked.

bruce, for his part, found it impossible to tear his gaze away. the moment they entered the church, he’d been thrown off balance. he tried to focus on anything else—anything to shake the sudden rush of heat that had surged through him.

the decorations were beautiful, he noted absently.

“look at the reception area,” bruce began, trying his best to sound composed, his voice still a little hoarse. “it’s… well, it’s beautiful. though im not sure it’s something selina would have picked herself.”

you glanced around, seeing the gorgeous arrangements of white and gold. "maybe she was feeling different this time," she teased lightly, giving him a reassuring smile. "after all, weddings can bring out the most unexpected sides of people."

he nodded absentmindedly, but his thoughts were far from the decorations. his mind lingered on you still: the way you moved, the way the light played across your skin, the way you made him feel like he was seeing you for the first time all over again.

the little girl that he had grown up beside, now back in his life.

they found their seats, and as they sat, bruce’s eyes couldn’t help but wander to the front of the church, where selina’s parents were seated.

their eyes locked for a brief moment, and selina’s mother and father both smiled warmly at him, clearly surprised to see him there. bruce could read the softness in their expressions—the warmth that spoke of understanding, of history. though they had only known bruce for a short period of time, their hearts still ached for him.

“who are they?” you ask bruce, turning your body to him slightly.

bruce leaned slightly toward you, his voice lowering. "her parents. i suppose they still are cordial with me, considering everything."

you nodded, your expression softening in understanding. “of course they are, you are you after all.”

bruce’s gaze softened as he looked at her, gratitude flickering across his face, however he couldn’t help but let his insecurities take over. "you’re just being nice."

you smiled wistfully and gently pats his knee. "just because you don’t feel the same way as me, doesn’t mean i’m incorrect."

“i never specifically said that you were.” he teased back with a small smile, the smallest smile considering the setting and staring he could feel on him.

you couldn’t help but smirk softly at his response, enjoying the new profound teasing in him.

the music shifted, signaling that the bride would soon enter. bruce stood and offered his arm to you, who smiled and took it gracefully. as selina made her entrance, her delicate white dress sparkling under the chandeliers, there was a collective hush. she looked truly radiant—you both thought.

for bruce, it felt as though time slowed, watching selina walk down. to a man that wasn’t him. to a man that he didn’t quite like. and to a man that he could never be.

he had no time left to question selina’s decision, he could only respect it; and that he did. no matter how upset or frustrated it made him, he could only respect her. even watching her in that moment, he respected her choice.

his eyes glanced over at you as selina walked closer to the alter where her soon to be husband stood. his eyes took in your side profile, along with the side of your body as you faced the main event. his dark eyes however, couldn’t help but to continue to gaze at you.

your presence and appearance had him in a slight trance. he wasn’t sure if he was using you as a distraction to what was occurring, or if truly felt.. deeper.

regardless, he couldn’t put his finger on how he felt, considering it was something completely new. however, he knew that you standing beside him, was more real to him in that moment than anything else in the room. the weight of the past, the years of silence between them, seemed to hover in between the two.

after selina and her husband exchanged ’i do’s’ and a rather quick kiss, the guests began to filter forward to congratulate her, offering their well-wishes, and admiring her true beauty.

bruce and you stayed in your seats for a moment, allowing the bustle around you to pass. you both knew the weight of what was happening—the history between bruce and selina, the years of unspoken words—and so they allowed themselves the rare opportunity to speak about just that without interruption.

though, interruption soon found them right before they could.

selina’s father tapped your shoulder lightly to get your attention. bruce looks past your face with a smile and quickly stands. you turn to face whoever is behind you, standing in the process.

“well don’t you and your date look stunning.” selina’s father spoke with a smile over at you.

bruce grins as well, holding his hand out for the man to shake, however the man instead pulled him into a tight hug.

you smile a bit wider at the exchange before looking over at selina’s mother, who was already gazing upon you. her eyes were soft, which you didn’t expect.

you carefully step closer to her and hold you hand out as well. “it’s wonderful to meet you ms. kyle.”

she bring her hand up and instead of shaking it, she holds it in her palm gently, letting her other hand cover the surface.

“it’s wonderful to see him with someone as beautiful as you.”

you smile more, completely surprised by her compliment. bruce as well, since he and selina’s father were watching the whole thing go down.

“you don’t know how much hearing you say that means to me ms. kyle.”

she smiles still with kind eyes and look over at bruce. she goes to grab his hand, bringing it over to place on top of your own; holding them both gently.

whatever happened next was a blur for bruce, all he could focus on was the feeling of your warm skin underneath his own. something new, yet something old.

though his eyes were supposed to be on ms. kyle as she spoke, he couldn’t help but stare down at the sight of your hands touching; one on top of the another.

“i’m so glad you both came. i wasn’t aware that selina even invited you bruce.”

“i sure expected it. you know how selina can be.” mr. kyle spoke.

he finally looks back over at her, at the sound of his name. along with glancing at selina’s father.

“i do.” bruce looks up with a small nod and makeshift smile.

her father couldn’t help but laugh soft at bruce’s response. her mother finally lets go of your hands, and uses her own to playfully hit her husbands arm.

“it’s her wedding darling.” she says with a firm face, looking at him. “keep the jokes until after.” she mumbles with a small chuckle, looking back over at you and bruce.

bruce knew that they meant no harm, that was simply just how they were with one another, and as a family. he was happy to know that nothing changed after him and selina parted ways.

though, the choice was selina’s, a part of him assumed that her family would hate him for the separation regardless.

you smile to yourself as you watch the kyle’s laugh and tease one another about their newly wedded daughter, once you feel the warmth touch of another hand in yours.

you had forgotten so quickly about bruce’s hand on top of yours once ms. kyle was holding it. now.. he was holding yours. you couldn’t help but think it was an involuntary gesture.. maybe out of habit.

you look down at your hands as they hold each others every so softy, you slowly interlock your fingers before looking up at him again. who’s already looking at you.

you quickly come up with a response and whispered to him. “couples usually interlock their fingers when they hold hands.”

bruce chuckle softly at your response, a larger smile than before creeping up on his face as he nods his head.

“so i’ve seen.”

before you two could continue looking gazing into each others eyes, the crowd shifted. selina and her new husband, now smiling in the glow of their union, made their way through the throng of people, stopping occasionally for well-wishers. they finally approach you two, there was a palpable shift in the air, a tension that made even the festive atmosphere seem tight and strained.

selina, in her elegant gown, didn’t acknowledge you at first. her eyes were first fixed solely on the two of your hands holding onto one another’s. she then scanned bruce’s attire, her eyes finally stopping at his own, sharp and cold; as if she could sense something unspoken between you and him.

"mr. wayne," her husband finally spoke, making the tension between the two couples worse.

��mr. warren.” he responded, his eyes leaving selina’s and instead going over to her husband’s. since bruce didn’t know him as well, he couldn’t help but eye his appearance up close now; truly taking in what he looked like.

he was rather fair skinned and held almost the same build as bruce. his eyes were a slightly lighter brown, along with his hair. everything about him reminded bruce of himself, not in a way that we like to be reminded.

“and who do we have here?” her husband asked with a small smirk, his eyes going over to look at you.

bruce tried his hardest not to make a scene right then and there, his body tensing up as a reaction. just the way his eyes took you in, and observed you like no other. and on his wedding day out of all days, with his wife beside him.. it was rude.

not only to him but to you as well, and most importantly selina.

as you felt bruces hand tense while holding yours, you gently squeezed it; hoping to send him a sense of comfort.

he felt your squeeze, and focused solely on that, allowing his body to slowly relax once again.

selina watched all of this go down, her eyes finally look over into your own waiting for your response.

“his fiancé?” she asked, which only made her husbands head turn to her. his reaction coming off as confused. she ignored him completely and waiting for an answer from you, considering bruce was still in his own mind.

“girlfriend.” you respond with no hesitation. you bring your arm up and wrap it around bruce’s; hoping to send him small signals that you were there by his side still.

selina lets off a small scoff, playing the reaction off as if she was clearing her throat. she looks over at her husband, who was at still looking at her confused with her questions. “can you get me some water darling?”

her husband continues to gaze at her, they speak through their eyes before he decides to walk away.

selina then turns her attention back to you. “you must’ve just started dating if he hasn’t proposed to you yet.. i mean, it’s been a year.”

“says the one whose already married.” bruce responds stern and cold, his eyes back on hers.

selina couldn’t help but smirk at the reaction she caused. “look who’s finally back to his senses.”

you stay relaxed and calm as she speaks, not wanting to respond with something as rude similar to her. you didn’t want to stoop to her level, you wanted her to feel like she missed out on something. which you could tell she did, considering her reactions.

“i’m taking my time.” bruce starts, and gently squeezes your hand as he speaks once more. “(y/n) deserves someone who takes their time, and listens.”

“then why is she with you?”

“selina.” bruce’s voice was lower now, a bit more firm than before. you could tell that he was holding back a lot of emotions, a lot of anger that you could assume he wasn’t able to get out prior to their breakup.

“bruce.” you spoke softly and he immediately turns to face you, as if on cue. he knew he was letting her words get to him.

after a few seconds he nods at you just slightly and glances at the crowd. you respond back with a nod as well, understanding the gesture, and slowly beginning to pull your hand away.

though he was the one to ask you to leave, his hand moved just a bit to bring your hand back, wanting to hold on to it just a minute longer.

you were surprised once he reached out for your hand again. you leaned up and gently placed a small kiss on his cheek, something you were sure he wasn’t expecting; because of how warm his skin got after.

after the kiss you gently whisper to him. “i’m not going anywhere.”

bruce closed his eyes for a second after the kiss from you. he steadied his breath as quick as he could, after hearing you whisper to him; only for him to hear. words of comfort, something he hadn’t heard in a long time.

selina watched the whole scene go down. she quickly grew tired of seeing you too together. for a reason she was yet too far to fully admit. her eyes could help but scan you as you whispered and after, once you pulled away and connected your eyes with bruce’s again.

‘why was she being so soft with him? babying him?’ she thought to herself, and quickly turned her eyes somewhere else as a distraction.

her eyes land on her husband, though she wasn’t looking for him. she quickly realized that he completely forgot about her drink and instead was catching up with old friends.

“i think the conversation here is done.” you spoke sternly, fixing bruce’s bow tie. selina turns back to you. her eyes smiling just slightly as she forces out a chuckle,

“not even close.” she pauses. “i’m guessing you’ve never seen him this way? you’re in for a treat.”

as she spoke bruce kept his eyes on you as you fixed his collar. once you finished he turned his attention to selina once again. he moved his hand from your own and placed it on your back.

“why invite me to your wedding to argue about things we’ve already discussed?” bruce finally lets out.

“you should be happily married. not confused on our past.” he continues.

“something that ended a year ago, correct?” you add in and ask her, referring back to her making a small joke out of bruce not being in the same position as her; getting married a year later.

selina let out a small chuckle and shook her head once again. though she couldn’t come to terms as to why you were jumping in their discussion, she still responded.

“believe me, i’m not confused one bit. i’m more heart broken that you resulted in bringing your elementary school friend to my wedding.” she takes a step closer to him, knowing all about his past thanks to no one but him. “you truly couldn’t find anyone else in your life?”

the last comment stung bruce. he could feel the pain in his heart, almost as if selina was stabbing right through him with a sharp knife. she had no reason to come at him the way she was. she decided to leave him, not the other way around. and even though he did make a few mistakes, she did as well. he wasnt the only one in the wrong here; which made her comment hurt even more.

"selina." you spoke a bit irritated now.

"and who are you?" she responded with a smirk even though she knew the answer to that question.

"you’re pitiful."

selinas eyes stayed on you as you spoke, bruce's eyes as well.

"and pathetic, and simply just sad." your voice grew a bit louder as you spoke, a few eyes looking glancing over at you.

he decided not to stop you, considering this could be the last time he saw selina. and everything you were saying was correct, and even though harsh.. it wasn't as bad as the disrespect you two were receiving from her.

"to speak to me and bruce so disgustingly. on your wedding day for that matter?"

selina's husband finally focuses in on the conversation coming from the other side of the church.

"he came to support you, to congratulate you. he's obviously trying to move on." you pause. "but its clear that you aren't. married and all yet you still feel the need to talk to him this way."

selina stood there quietly, most of the eyes in the venue on her to respond. but she doesn't, all she can do is scoff at your false statements; only because they were true.

bruce moves his hand from your back and places it into your hand once again. this time keeping it there, as he grows.. proud. proud to have someone stand up for him.

"i hope marrige life treats you well." he finishes your comments off and shakes his head slight in a bit of disbelief still, of how selina acted.

you squeezed his hand softly. "you look beautiful by the way." you complimented selina with a small smirk, bruce then began to lead you out of the church; considering you said all that was needed to be said.

he was content and proud that he had someone beside him to speak up for him when he couldn't. he knew that he would have to learn to do it on his own, to push a few buttons of the people he loved most, to make himself happy. however, he didn't know to be that selfish, he didn't know that he could. but with you here, he knew that it was possible.

as they began to make their way out of the church, their steps synchronized in the way only long-time friends could manage, bruce found himself feeling oddly at peace. no matter the tension with selina, the history that couldn’t be erased, there was something calming about having (y/n) beside him—someone who had now seen it all, and more. yet still stood beside him.

and in that moment, bruce couldn’t help but feel that maybe, after all these years, some things were worth holding onto. even when the world and people around him had changed.

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the wayne family’s common room was quiet, except for the faint sound soft shuffling feet against the polished floors. bruce's children—dick, jason, tim, damian, and cassandra—had gathered around the long table, their minds busy thinking about their father’s relationship with (y/n).

the connection they shared wasn’t just nostalgia—it was history, both tied to their shared trauma of losing their parents. still, it was hard for bruce’s children to see it without having their own thoughts, especially given the timing and circumstances.

“we’ve got to talk about this,” dick began, leaning forward, his fingers lazily tapping on the table. his expression was a mixture of concern and curiosity. “i know we all agreed on the whole intervention thing, but now... after seeing and hearing them together, i kinda have some thoughts.”

jason, leaning against the back of his chair with his arms folded, scoffed. “i still think we should’ve just kept it low-key. but, yeah, i’ll be honest—seeing them together, it’s clear they’ve got something. and, uh, i’m not gonna lie—she was... wow.” he smirked, his eyes flashing. “very attractive. i mean, look at her—dark skin, pretty smile, dimples? gosh.. the way she held herself—absolutely stunning.”

tim drake, ever the observant one, gave jason a side glance. “you’re not gonna stop talking about how beautiful she is, are you?”

jason shot him a look that was half-mocking, half-amused. “what? it’s the truth. she is beautiful. you didn’t see the way dad was looking at her? like he was seeing a ghost—or maybe something more. it’s a good thing i was there to balance the cool factor with my presence.” he grinned.

tim pushes jasons chair softly as he leaned back in it, causing jason to tense and quickly stop.

dick, who was always the one trying to steer things back to the serious side of family matters, raised his hands. “okay, okay. i get it. she’s attractive. but this isn’t just about that, right? we’re talking about dad’s—uh, feelings here. this is bruce wayne we’re talking about, not some casual fling. this is someone who has history with him.”

damian wayne, ever the serious one, frowned at the casual way his brothers were talking. “it’s more than just ‘feelings.’ it’s about responsibility. we can’t just let him get swept up in some emotional distraction.”

he crossed his arms over his chest, clearly annoyed by how his siblings were focusing on appearances. “and even if she is attractive, that doesn't mean she’s the best person for him.”

jason gave damian a knowing smirk. “you’re just mad because you think she’s too perfect for him, and you’re worried she might steal all the attention from you, huh?” he teased, poking fun at his younger brother.

damian shot him a glare. “even if that is what i mean-,” he growled. “you of all people shouldn’t be talking. you’re the last one who should care about what kind of ‘distraction’ this is. you can barely keep your own love life together.”

“okay, okay, let’s all calm down,” tim interjected, holding up a hand to stop the bickering. “we’re all just worried about dad, and i get it. but i think we should start thinking about her, too."

"we’re talking about someone who shares a lot of the same history and pain as dad. she lost her parents too, and it’s clear she understands him in a way most of us don’t. that’s not something we should take lightly.”

“tim’s right,” dick agreed, looking at his brothers more seriously now.

“it’s not just about her looks or what we think might be a ‘distraction.’ she’s someone who gets him. you saw how they were talking. they’re both carrying a lot of the same baggage. that means something.”

jason leaned back in his chair, his eyes thoughtful for a moment. “yeah, i mean, i didn’t expect it to be so... intense. they just met, and it’s like there’s this unspoken bond. and yeah, she’s beautiful, but it’s more than that. she’s familiar with all the crap dad’s been through. we don’t even know how much that could help him.”

tim gave jason a small smile. “exactly. it’s like the pieces are finally falling into place for him. and if we can get to know her better, we might understand more about where his head’s at.”

“not to mention, if she’s really as cool as we think she is, we can’t just write her off as some casual hookup,” dick added. “i mean, she’s been in bruce’s life in some way since he was a kid. we should give her a chance.”

“still...” jason said with a grin, “wow—she could definitely make even batman forget he’s batman.”

damian groaned. “do you have to you keep talking about this? honestly.”

at that moment, cassandra, who had been quietly observing the conversation from the side, finally spoke up. her presence was always calm, and her words were few but always carried weight. she sat down at the table with them, meeting their gazes with a steady calmness.

“you guys talk too much,” she said, crossing her arms with a slight tilt of her head. “we don’t need to rush. we let dad take his time.”

the room quieted immediately. cassandra’s words always carried a certain finality that made the others pause.

“we’ve seen him struggle,” she continued, her voice low and controlled. “and he deserves to decide for himself. if he needs (y/n) in his life, then it’s not up to us to make decisions for him.”

“but what if she’s just another distraction?” damian said, his voice quiet but still full of concern. “what if this hurts him in the end?”

cassandra gave him a knowing look. “we’ve all seen him hurt before, but this... this is different. you can tell. he’s more at peace with her than he’s been with anyone in a long time. it’s not about rushing him. let him take his time. he’s had enough people pushing him around. we don’t need to do that.”

dick, who had been the most open to the idea of letting their father figure things out, nodded thoughtfully. “you’re right. we can’t rush this. if (y/n) is someone who gets him, who shares the same pain and history—then that’s something we need to respect. she’s not just some ‘fling’ to him.”

jason leaned forward, a grin spreading across his face. “so, we’re all in agreement then? we give dad space, but we also get to know her more?”

cassandra glanced at the group before answering. “yes. but we have to be patient. it’s his love life, not ours.”

tim chuckled. “we get it. no more ‘interventions,’ then.”

“i don’t know,” jason mused, “i kind of enjoyed the idea of being the matchmaking bad boy of the family.”

cassandra shot him a sideways glance. “you’re not that smart.”

the room erupted into quiet laughter as the tension finally lifted. they all knew there was still a lot to figure out—about (y/n), about their father, and about what kind of relationship would develop from this unexpected reunion.

but for the first time in a long while, bruce wayne’s children weren’t trying to control his destiny. they were just waiting to see where it led, with patience, understanding, and maybe a little bit of curiosity.

and for once, they were content with that.

fin.

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earthlybeam · 3 days ago

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Hellooo m’dear! I’m on a bit of a Gil-galad obsession train at the moment (to accompany my Adar obsession).

Your last post (https://www.tumblr.com/earthlybeam/770365509527027713/back-with-more) got my little Gil-obsessed brain whirring.

So, I’m now intrigued as to how Gil-galad would react to his human S/O organising him a birthday party, complete with homemade gift, and baking and decorating him a birthday cake.

If you have the time to indulge me, I would be so very grateful 😁 have a great day 🖤

I hope this is to your liking! I really enjoyed giving it a try—it’s quite lengthy! part two at bottom linked. ✨🫶❤️‍🔥 enjoy

Gil-galad would react to his human S/O organising him a birthday party, complete with homemade gift, and baking and decorating him a birthday cake.

✨👑🏵️ 𝓖𝓲𝓵-𝓰𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓭 🏵️👑✨

🜲 Gil-galad’s eyes fluttered open, as the soft light of morning filtered through the high windows of his chambers. His mind, as ever, was already awake, swiftly carrying the weight of his duties, the endless concerns of the realm, and the responsibilities he bore. His eyes were accustomed to the dim light of dawn, and as he lay there, his gaze wandered towards the intricate, carved woodwork of the bedposts and the gentle sway of the curtains, moving with the breeze of the morning. But something was… different. His sharp, elven eyes immediately caught the subtle shifts in the atmosphere—the small, almost imperceptible changes in the room’s usual austere, regal arrangement. For a brief moment, his mind wandered, unsure if he was simply imagining things, a trick of the light, or perhaps an illusion born of weariness. However, the longer he lay there, the more certain he became that something had changed overnight. The walls of his room, which typically held only the quiet majesty of Noldorin craftsmanship, were now softened with unexpected touches. Soft strands of finely woven garlands—delicate as moonbeams—hung like tendrils from the high beams. Flowers, carefully arranged, were placed in vases of glass and crystal, their vibrant hues seeming to sing in the early light. Each bloom, though simple, bore the unmistakable mark of care and thoughtfulness, far removed from the elegant yet minimalist design he was used to.

🜲 There were ribbons, fine and flowing, draped in patterns that suggested more than mere decoration—they felt like a celebration of something more personal, something deeply meaningful. Every corner of the room was filled with a lightness, a warmth that was rare in these halls. It felt… inviting, a sentiment that surprised him in the midst of his endless duties. Gil-galad, ever composed, sat up slowly, his heart thudding ever so slightly faster as he took in the full scope of the transformation. His gaze moved over the familiar furnishings—the tall bookshelves, the elegant tapestries—and yet now, they seemed imbued with a kind of magic he was not accustomed to. There was something distinctly human about the decorations, something raw and genuine in the way they had been arranged. The effect was both calming and unnerving, as if something he had not expected had quietly crept into his ordered world.

🜲 He could not fathom how he had slept through this—how the transformation had occurred while he lay there, unaware, as if time itself had momentarily suspended its constant march. His brow furrowed slightly, a reflection of his mixed emotions: part astonishment, part appreciation, but with the smallest hint of trepidation. He took a deep breath, allowing the weight of the surprise to settle. For a moment, he simply looked at the room, his gaze lingering on each thoughtful detail—the careful placement of a bouquet of lilies, the shimmer of golden garlands, the faint scent of something warm that clung to the air. It was… overwhelmingly personal, a shift from the grandeur he had grown so accustomed to. He shook his head slightly, almost as if trying to dispel the feeling of vulnerability that crept into his chest. Such displays of affection were rare in the world of Elves, and yet, in the wake of all that he had endured, there was something about this… something about you that made him feel like this room was no longer just a space filled with history and duty, but something more—something alive, something for him. A small smile touched his lips, though it was fleeting, hidden behind the mask of duty he so often wore. His eyes softened as he took in the peaceful quiet of the morning. The world outside still hummed with its usual pace, but in here, in this space, everything felt different. It felt as though, for just a moment, he had been allowed to simply be.

🜲 Gil-galad rose slowly from the bed, his movements deliberate but graceful. As he stood, his gaze fell upon the room once more, his mind already racing with thoughts of what this meant. But for now, he allowed himself this quiet moment of wonder, appreciating the beauty of it, the thoughtfulness behind it—your thoughtfulness. And with that, he turned to continue his day, still wrapped in the warmth of your surprise, his heart beating a bit quicker than usual, and a quiet sense of gratitude beginning to take root.

🜲 Till Gil-galad sees an unexpected sight, now adorned with a curious trail of flowers and confetti, leading out of his room. The soft petals seemed carefully scattered, as though placed with an artist’s touch, and the confetti—bright and homemade—fluttered lightly in the breeze, glistening like tiny stars against the stone floor. His first instinct was one of curiosity, the sharp tactician in him recognizing a path, but with none of the weight of his usual duty. He began walking, his bare feet brushing the soft petals as he moved forward, following the delicate trail. Each step brought him deeper into the unknown, where only these small, vibrant touches from an unexpected source awaited him. But it wasn’t just the path that piqued his interest—it was the peculiar, carefully placed parchment that caught his eye, propped against the wall with a sense of urgency. With a smooth motion, Gil-galad knelt down and plucked the note from where it had been nestled between a bunch of flowers. The handwriting was neat and human in its delicacy, each letter carefully written with an almost artistic flair. He unfolded the note, reading the first corny clue aloud to himself in a low, amused tone: “A king of great might, a ruler of lore, You walk with grace, but what’s next in store? Follow the flowers, don’t miss the mark, The next clue’s waiting near a place very dark.”

🜲 Gil-galad paused for a moment, his brows furrowing. Very dark? Surely, this couldn’t be the next step. He looked around, but the light in the halls of Lindon was soft, diffused by the light of dawn that filtered through the windows. He glanced at the floor, noticing more of the trail of confetti and flowers, and moved onward, confident that the answer was hidden somewhere just beyond the obvious. The next clue came quickly, tucked neatly into a vase, half hidden by more flowers. Gil-galad reached out, retrieving it with practiced grace. He opened it and read aloud: “A place that’s not dark, but the hint’s in the name, The flowers will lead you, no need for shame. A place for the hearts, where secrets are kept, A garden of peace where dreams are slept!” The King smiled, a faint expression of amusement flickering over his usually impassive features. Of course. The garden—where else could it lead? It was where the great matters of the Elves were decided, where moments of peace and reflection were held. It was the perfect setting. And yet, something about the lightness of the clue—especially with its playful rhyming—brought a hint of warmth to his heart.

🜲 Gil-galad continued on, now with more purpose. The flowers, now interspersed with more confetti, made the path feel almost whimsical—an aspect of life he rarely allowed himself to indulge in. As he turned a corner, he came across another letter, placed ever-so-delicately on a side table by the window. He picked it up, enjoying the playful nature of the mystery unfolding around him. The letter read: “A step further now, but beware the twist, You’re looking for more than you might have missed. A place that’s sweet, where cakes may reside, But first, dear King, do not let your pride collide!” Gil-galad chuckled to himself softly at the playful warning. Pride, indeed. He was more than accustomed to receiving praise for his valor and wisdom, but in these moments, all of that seemed to fade into the background. The clues were teasing him in the most human way, and yet there was something deeply endearing about it. As he continued on, he moved with the ease of a leader on a mission, yet there was an undeniable lightness to his step.

🜲 The confetti seemed to grow more vibrant, the flowers more abundant, leading him onward to a new clue, this one pinned to the door of the next hallway. He approached it, reading the next part of the puzzle aloud to himself: “At last, you’re near, just one more clue, A hint for a place where laughter will brew. It’s a space filled with joy, where happiness grows, And if you don’t find it, just follow your nose!” Gil-galad raised an eyebrow. Follow my nose? The mystery deepened, but the warmth in his chest only grew. Where laughter would brew, where happiness grows… He walked further along the trail, now certain of where the path was leading: the private gardens. He had spent many quiet hours in those gardens, away from the prying eyes of his court, and though the path had grown increasingly whimsical and human in its charm, the gardens remained an Elven sanctuary. But there’s more, he thought, as he took in the riot of flowers, confetti, and joy. As he continued walking, a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

🜲 And then, just as he reached the final stretch of the path, the trail began to fade into the natural beauty of Lindon’s backdrop, the sun filtering through the trees, illuminating the space with its warmth. The next moment, the final clue would reveal itself. But for now, he stood on the edge of anticipation, feeling the surge of something new—an affection, a lightheartedness he rarely allowed himself to feel—wrapped up in these playful and heartfelt moments. Finally Gil-galad stepped softly into the private gardens of Lindon, his eyes drawn immediately to the breathtaking scene before him. The usual tranquility of this hidden corner of his realm had been transformed, but not in a way that felt intrusive. The grandeur of the place, always imbued with the timeless beauty of his people, was now interwoven with something distinctly different—something heartfelt, something personal. The view of Lindon stretched endlessly before him, the lush green hills rolling towards the horizon, the faint shimmer of the distant sea catching the light of the setting sun. A gentle breeze stirred the air, carrying with it the delicate scent of flowers, mingled with the earthy scent of the trees and grass. It was the perfect backdrop, one that made this moment feel almost magical, a rare quiet peace, untouched by the usual demands of duty.

🜲 But what truly captured his attention were the decorations—his eyes tracing the path laid out before him, taking in every detail as he moved forward. Between two grand, towering trees, a large cloth banner swayed gently in the wind. The words “Happy Birthday” were painted in elegant, hand-crafted letters, each stroke a testament to care and attention. The banner was surrounded by soft, flowing ribbons, each one carefully sewn together by hand, in colors that seemed to reflect the very seasons of Lindon. Earthy greens, sky blues, and rich golds, each ribbon fluttered gently, echoing the movement of the trees and the breeze. Gil-galad’s heart softened as his gaze shifted to the garlands of fresh flowers hanging between the trees. The lavender and daisies, woven with ivy, dripped with the natural beauty of the land. The sweet perfume of the flowers mingled in the air, creating an ethereal, almost dreamlike quality that surrounded the space. It was both regal and intimate, a harmonious blend of nature and creation, and it left him momentarily still, appreciating the effort that had gone into this unexpected display.

🜲 The center of the garden was the table, a simple yet profound focal point for the celebration. The table was draped with a soft white sheet, the fabric embroidered with branches, leaves, and stars—each stitch revealing a personal touch, a quiet message of significance. It was unmistakably human in its warmth, yet it somehow felt in perfect harmony with the Elven landscape. The centerpiece of the table was a cake, unlike anything Gil-galad had ever seen. It was simple in its design, but undeniably beautiful. The layers of the cake were light and airy, the smooth cream-colored icing perfectly balanced. Gold dust, delicately scattered across the top, shimmered in the fading light, reflecting the warmth of the moment. Atop the cake, an edible crown rested—small but exquisite, a reminder of his heritage, but soft in its representation, making the gesture feel more intimate, more personal.

🜲 As he stepped closer, he noticed the confetti scattered on the table—tiny pieces of colored paper, cut in the shape of falling leaves. Each piece seemed to catch the light, twirling in the breeze, adding a touch of whimsy to the otherwise regal atmosphere. Surrounding the table were balloons, soft pastel hues, adding a sense of lightness to the space. The decorations, simple yet graceful, made the garden feel like a sacred place, a space transformed by love and care. Gil-galad’s gaze lifted to the small paper lanterns that had been carefully placed around the garden, their soft glow illuminating the area as the evening began to settle in. The light they cast was warm and inviting, filling the space with a sense of peace and intimacy. It was as if the entire garden had been bathed in soft, glowing light, and the stars above were joining in the celebration.

🜲 The contrast between the Elven grace of the landscape and the human craftsmanship of the decorations touched Gil-galad deeply. There was something about this moment that struck him profoundly—something beyond the beauty of the flowers or the cake, something that spoke to the heart. It was the personal touch that had been woven into every part of this celebration, the effort, the love, the care that had gone into creating such a moment. This wasn’t just a party—it was a celebration of him, of who he was, and of the connection between them, the Elven king and his mortal love. His heart swelled with emotion as he continued to take in the scene, and for a moment, the weight of his crown, his duties, and his responsibilities seemed to slip away, replaced by a quiet gratitude. There was no grand speech, no formalities. There was just this moment, this gift, and the love that had shaped it all.

🜲 Gil-galad paused for a moment, his chest rising and falling as he took a deep breath, his gaze shifting once more to the centerpiece—the cake, the lanterns, the flowers. A gentle smile tugged at his lips. There was something so deeply human about it all—so full of heart and life. It made him feel cherished, not as the High King of the Elves, but as the person he was when he stood beside the one who had created this celebration. The entire garden seemed to hum with the quiet joy of the moment, and Gil-galad closed his eyes for just a second, savoring the warmth that filled his chest.

🜲 Than as Gil-galad stood there, lost in the beauty of the scene, taking in every delicate detail, he felt a quiet presence behind him. A soft rustle, the gentle sound of feet brushing against the grass. His heart skipped a beat as the figure he had been sensing all along suddenly emerged from the shadows. Without a word, the person he loved—his human companion—stepped out from their hiding place, eyes sparkling with excitement, and with a bright smile that made his heart flutter. Gil-galad felt his breath catch in his chest, the sheer joy of the surprise. “Surprise!” they exclaimed, their voice full of warmth and joy. “Happy Birthday, Gil-galad!” Before he could even react, you rushed forward, throwing your arms around him in a tight embrace. The warmth of your touch, the scent of the flowers in your hair, and the overwhelming affection in your voice struck him to his very core. For a long moment, Gil-galad simply stood there, holding you in his arms, overwhelmed by the unexpectedness of it all.

🜲 The world around them—the beauty of the garden, the delicate ribbons fluttering in the breeze—seemed to fade away as all his focus narrowed to you. The tenderness with which you had decorated this sacred space, the love that was imbued in every detail, was a gift that touched him more deeply than any grand celebration ever could. “I…I don’t know what to say,” Gil-galad whispered, his voice thick with emotion. His chest tightened, and he pulled you a little closer, feeling his heart swell. “I never imagined…” His heart, which had once borne the weight of centuries, now felt light, lighter than it had in ages. “Thank you…” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “This… this is more than I could have ever expected. I… I am touched beyond words.” You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a radiant smile, and in that moment, he saw something in your eyes—pure joy, shared affection, and the unmistakable bond that tied your hearts together. “I wanted to make today special, just for you,” they said softly. “Everything here was made with love, from the decorations to the cake… and even the gift.”

🜲 Gil-galad’s eyes sparkled with admiration as they reached into you pocket, producing a small, intricately carved wooden box. The surface of the box was smooth and polished to a soft gleam, the craftsmanship clear in every curve and detail. His fingers lightly brushed the surface as he accepted the box, a deep sense of appreciation flowing through him. He knew, without needing to open it, that this gift would be something meaningful, something that held more than just the value of the material. With a quiet smile, he carefully opened the box, revealing a handmade pendant in the shape of a star. It was exquisitely crafted, a symbol of his role as the shining light for his people, but it was not just the star itself that moved him. As he lifted the pendant, he noticed that it could open, and as he did, a soft gasp left his lips.

🜲 As Inside, nestled between the delicate edges of the star, was a small picture—of you and him, together. The moment captured in that image held a thousand memories, and it made his heart ache with emotion. The two of you, side by side, in this land of elves and men, in this world of light and shadow. Tears welled in Gil-galad’s eyes as he closed the pendant, holding it tightly in his palm. His breath was shallow, as if the weight of all the love, care, and thoughtfulness that had gone into this moment had overwhelmed him entirely in a way that only someone who truly knew him, who cared deeply for him, could understand. He raised his gaze to meet yours, and in that moment, he was filled with something beyond gratitude. “You’ve given me more than I ever expected,” he whispered, his voice breaking with emotion. “More than I deserve. This is not just a birthday… this is a gift of your heart. And for that, I will never be able to thank you enough.” Gil-galad whispered, his voice soft and full of emotion. “I will treasure it forever.” He looked up at his companion, his heart full, his gaze softening as he took in the entirety of the celebration around him—the hand-painted banner, the flower garlands, the cake, the little lanterns glowing warmly in the twilight. Every detail was a reflection of his human companion’s love for him. The whole garden seemed to pulse with the heartbeat of something simple yet powerful, a love that transcended all boundaries. “You’ve… you’ve made me feel truly cherished,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity. “This, all of this—words cannot do it justice. You’ve created something beautiful, something beyond even what I could have hoped for.” His hand reached out, gently cupping their cheek, his thumb brushing softly across their skin. “Thank you. For making this moment so… personal. So full of heart. I do not deserve such kindness, but I will carry it with me always.”

🜲 With those words, he pulled you into his arms once more, his grip tight with a kind of quiet desperation—as if trying to hold onto this perfect moment, this expression of love so deeply felt that it brought tears to his eyes. He rested his forehead against yours, his voice soft as he whispered again, “I love you.” The tears that had threatened to fall finally did, though Gil-galad made no attempt to wipe them away. They were tears of happiness, of wonder, of a love so overwhelming that it moved him beyond words. And in that quiet, glowing garden, with the stars beginning to twinkle above, Gil-galad knew that this birthday would remain in his heart forever—as the day he was reminded of the depth of love and kindness that lay not only in his people, but in you, his beloved human companion. There was no greater gift than this—this feeling of being truly seen, truly loved, in a way that only his human companion could give him. His birthday, once just another passing day, had become a testament to the love that bound them.

Part 2 continuing from this! ✨🫶🥹❤️‍🔥

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