#miles is so precious 🥹

[webslingerx]

Not a great picture but I do love the start screen!! ☺️

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[maskedbyghost]

Since you’re bringing happy tears to me right now🥹🩵 can I request more fluff?! Ugly tears fluff?

Like what if it’s Simon & reader’s first Christmas as friends? (More like they’re in between trying to figure out if they’re friends or lovers because they haven’t expressed their real feelings but the connection is there)

Always love your writing!!!!🩵🩵🩵

you and simon had never been anything more than just friends. well, maybe there was something more, but neither of you dared to name it.

after all, he was the first person you’d trusted enough to show your fears, the only one who’d ever known about the nightmares that kept you up some nights. and he… he’d shown you his face once, late one night on a mission, lifting his mask like it was a gift, trusting you with a part of himself that no one else had ever seen.

you’d always been there for each other, in a way that went deeper than most friendships, but neither of you wanted to risk saying too much, scared to mess up something so good.

this christmas, everyone else had gone back to their families, friends, leaving the two of you alone at the base. no one else, just you and simon, two people who’d always kept everyone else at a distance.

so, you’d both decided to leave, to go somewhere far away, where no one knew you, and it could just be the two of you, away from the ghosts of family and friends you didn’t have.

the night was quiet, the kind of silence that felt softer somehow. you and simon sat in a small, dimly lit room in a tucked-away little inn, miles from the base, from the world you knew. it felt right, though; this, here, with him.

you didn’t expect a gift. the idea of him picking something out for you, knowing your thoughts, remembering the little things you shared, was something that caught you off guard when he placed the book in your hands, wrapped in a rough piece of brown paper.

you looked down at it, recognizing the title immediately—the book your dad used to read to you, something you’d only ever mentioned once in passing, but somehow, he’d remembered.

you didn’t mean to cry. it just happened, the way your breath caught in your chest, and tears started falling, slipping down your cheeks as you tried to blink them away, but they kept coming. he watched, looking a little lost, almost panicked, like he’d broken something precious by mistake.

“stop that,” he murmured, voice low, rough, as he reached up, awkwardly brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb. “didn’t think you’d… react like that.”

you laughed a little, sniffling, but the emotion was still there, too raw, too much, and he seemed to struggle with it, looking at you as though he couldn’t bear it. suddenly, his hand moved to your cheek, and then he leaned forward, his lips brushing against yours, tentative at first, like he was testing something fragile.

you melted into the kiss, feeling the warmth and comfort that only he could bring, and you realized that this was where you belonged. his kiss was hesitant but sincere, like he’d waited a long time to be close like this.

when he pulled back, his hand still resting on your cheek, his thumb tracing slow circles along your skin, you could see something different in his eyes—something vulnerable, like he’d stripped away every layer he’d ever built to protect himself. it was a side of him he rarely showed, one you’d only caught glimpses of in the dead of night, after long missions, when he’d let his guard down just enough for you to see the man behind the mask.

“didn’t mean to… make you cry,” he muttered, his voice barely a whisper. “just thought… thought it’d make you smile.”

you managed a shaky laugh, still catching your breath as you looked up at him. “you did, simon. it’s… it’s perfect. i just… didn’t expect…” your words trailed off, too heavy with the weight of everything left unsaid.

he watched you in that intense way of his, studying every inch of your expression, as if he were memorizing this moment, committing every detail to memory. “guess we’re not too good at this, huh?” he said quietly, his tone almost gentle, though there was a hint of self-doubt in his voice that tugged at your heart.

you shook your head, reaching up to cover his hand with yours. “we don’t have to be good at it, simon,” you whispered, letting yourself lean into his touch. “we just… we just have to be us.”

something in his expression softened, and for a moment, you saw the faintest hint of a smile tug at the corner of his mouth. he didn’t say anything, but his fingers tightened slightly, as if he were afraid that letting go would mean losing this fragile thing between you.

slowly, he leaned down again, resting his forehead against yours, and you could feel the warmth of his breath, the quiet steadiness of him grounding you in a way no one else ever could.

you stayed like that, eyes closed, breathing in the quiet comfort of each other, the silence between you filled with everything you didn’t have the courage to say. in that stillness, you felt more at home than you ever had, the weight of loneliness lifting, leaving only the warmth of his touch, the reassurance of his presence.

“we’ll figure this out,” he murmured, almost to himself, as if he were making a promise. “you and me… we’ll figure it out.”

your eyes met his again, and in that shared gaze, there was a silent agreement, an understanding that whatever came next, you’d face it together.

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hope you like it queen <333

@daydreamerwoah @spicyspicyliving

[ddongtsan]

Until We Meet Again - Kim Woonhak

Woonhak x fem. reader

Note: I was writing this and the only thing I could think about was how this looks like us, @starrihan . That sounds a lot like us 🥹🥹.

Warning: Relationship established, fluff.

It was past 10 PM when your phone buzzed on the nightstand.

You were sitting on your bed, a book he had given you resting in your lap, though you hadn’t read a single page. Your mind kept drifting to a particular smile, a certain laugh that seemed to replay in your head like a favorite song.

When Woonhak’s name lit up the screen, your heart skipped the same way it always did.

You’d been dating for months, but with BoyNextDoor on a world tour, the past few weeks had felt longer than ever. Texts and calls were all you had to bridge the distance, but they never felt like enough.

You unlocked your phone and opened the message.

"Can you call me now? I miss your voice."

It was a simple sentence, but it carried all the weight of the distance and longing you both felt.

You knew he was exhausted, juggling performances, interviews, and rehearsals, but here he was, asking for a moment of you, even if just for a little while.

Without hesitation, you hit the call button. He answered on the second ring, and the sound of his breathing on the other end instantly eased your chest.

“Hey, honeybun!” He greeted softly, his voice low, almost a whisper, but warm as ever.

“Hi, babe” you replied, trying to sound calm, though the ache of missing him seeped through. “I thought you’d be asleep by now.”

“I was going to... but then I started thinking about you, and sleeping didn’t feel as important anymore.”

You chuckled, that quiet, shy laugh he adored so much.

“ Kim Woonhak, you need rest! You have a show tomorrow.”

“I know” he sighed, and you could almost picture him sprawled on a hotel bed, his hair messy and his face showing hints of exhaustion.

“But I just wanted to hear your voice. I think it helps me forget about everything else for a while.”

Your chest tightened. You knew how hard the idol life could be—demanding schedules, endless pressure—but his vulnerability always caught you off guard.

“I miss you too, you know.” You admitted softly.

“It’s harder than I thought it would be”, he confessed, his laugh tinged with melancholy. “I thought being busy all the time would make me miss you less, but it’s the opposite. The more I do, the more I think about you.”

His words hit you straight in the heart.

You took a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears welling up in your eyes.

“I’m here, Woon” you said gently. “Even from far away, I’m always with you.”

There was a pause, but you could hear his steady breathing on the other end.

“I know” he finally said, his voice filled with emotion. “I just wish you were here for real, so I could hold you.”

You smiled, even though he couldn’t see it.

“I’m saving that hug for when you come back.”

He let out a soft laugh, the sound like music to your ears.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

The conversation shifted into lighter topics—his day, funny stories from the staff, and his failed attempts at cooking in the hotel.

You both laughed, sharing moments that felt entirely yours, intimate and precious despite the miles between you.

“Hey, baby…” he called after a long, comfortable silence.

“Yeah?”

“I’m finishing that song I wrote for you. It’s almost done—just needs one final touch. I think I’ll have it ready tomorrow.”

Warmth spread through your chest.

He’d been working on that song for months, and it seemed like he was finally close to completing it.

“No need to rush, Woonagi. I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

“I know…” He paused, his voice softening. “But every time I think about us, the words just come out so easily.”

There was another pause, but this time, it wasn’t awkward. You both just listened to the sound of each other breathing, as if that was enough to close the gap between you.

“Are you going to sleep now?” You asked quietly, not wanting to break the moment.

“I’ll try, but only if you promise to rest too.”

“I promise.”

“Goodnight, love. I love you.”

He hesitated for a brief moment before his reply, his voice brimming with tenderness.

“Goodnight. I love you more.”

When the call ended, you sat there for a while, staring at your screen with a soft smile.

Your heart felt both heavy and full at the same time.

You knew he’d be back soon, but until then, these moments were enough to keep you both connected—even with an ocean between you.

[drewsbuzzcut]

Plss I am begging for you to write a little piece on them going on a family walk with wren around their neighborhood and how hot mat would look with the baby 🥹🥹

warnings: unedited

“Who’s my precious boy? Who’s mommy’s little baby?” You coo to Wren as you place him in the baby carrier that’s strapped to your husband’s chest.

As you’re putting him in, he scrunches his legs which makes both you and Mat smile at each other.

Just like your other children, Wren loves being outside. He loves feeling the sun and seeing new people. Since the weather is starting to warm up again, you decided to go for a walk.

“Are my men ready?” You ask, peeking at them from above your sunglasses.

Mat is already shirtless, his muscles perfectly flexing due to him holding your youngest.

“Yes ma’am,” Mat grins at you and leaves you breathless.

-

“Wait! You two look so cute. I want a picture,” you grin and point your phone at them.

Wren is sporting a little bucket hat and a one tooth smile. Mat’s smile is similar except his full rows of teeth.

“How come you’re not in the picture?”

“Because I’m sweaty,” you say with an eye roll.

“So am I,” Mat responds.

“Yeah but you look effortlessly beautiful with the sweat lining your muscles. Plus your thighs are looking really good in your shorts, and you know I love these shorts,” you breathe out, fanning yourself from the heat that just washed over you.

“First of all, you’re still sexy as hell. Second of all, you can tear my shorts off later.” Mat smirks, paws at your ass and pulls you into his side for a kiss too deep for public.

You continue your walk for about a mile before more of your neighbors start their own trek on the very same path. You swear the women peek out their windows, searching for your husband. They always come out when they see Mat gleaming with sweat. It doesn’t help that he’s extra attractive with a giggling Wren strapped to him.

Sensing your annoyance, your husband intertwines his fingers with yours. He squeezes once and then kisses the back of your hand.

“Mathew! Is that you?” You hear one of your neighbors call out from behind you.

Begrudgingly, you both turn around and you’re forced to watch this lady act as if you aren’t there.

She makes small conversation with Mat, who answers curtly with a small smile as to not come off as rude.

“Oh my look at baby Wren. He’s so handsome,” the woman marvels, acting as if she just noticed you and your son.

“Yeah, just like my husband. They’re practically twins! Hell all our babies look just like their daddy,” You feign nonchalance as you lay your left hand on Wren’s back. You watch as her eyes track the two large diamonds on your finger.

You smirk triumphantly when her smile falters. When you adjust your stance, you make sure to lay that same hand on your husband’s large bicep.

“Y/n, I saw your recent magazine cover. Beautiful as always,” she compliments you stiffly.

“My girl, I’m so proud of her,” Mat sighs and presses his lips to your temple.

“If you want a copy, I might have some extras in the house,” you reply with a certain snark that makes a fire spark in Mat’s body. He loves when you get feisty.

“No thanks, but I wouldn’t mind a signed puck or hockey stick,” your neighbor retorts with a sly smirk.

“Mmm sorry. You have to actually go to a game to get those. Anyways, have a good afternoon,” you say and give her a wave before walking away.

“God, you’re so sexy. All these women want you, but they can’t have you. I love you so much. You’re such a good husband to me and the best daddy to our babies,” you whisper in his ear, grasping his jaw so you can take his lips in yours.

“I love you more, baby. So fucking much,” he mutters into your mouth.

The neighbors behind you stomp their feet and huff in jealousy, watching you walk away with the true love of your life. Someone who truly loves and worships you.

a/n: This is kind of lame, but I still hope you enjoy!

[kissitbttr]

omg can i ask for reader and miguel’s baby turning 1, and they celebrate the birthday, like how kylie jenner did for her precious babygirl stormi🥹 like miguel getting his precious daughter large toys, lots of performers, large bouncy houses, blasting spanish music, and cutting the cake, i really hope u see this ask🥹🥹

side note: ur like my fav tumblr fanfic writer rn, you’re so gorgeous and i hope you have a good day🩷🩷

AAA THIS IS A VERY CUTE IDEA ANONNNN

my note: i am?? *gasps* you're so sweet!! i am so honored my lovieeee!! thank you so much🥺

-

one thing. she has only asked miguel for one thing and he just dismissed her like that!

the two of them had previously discussed in matters of their baby girl's upcoming birthday, and she had told--no-- threatened him to keep things simple and baby-proof,

guess, she should've known that he was prone to never really listen

"you are so. dead, o'hara" she grumbles, scanning over the party decorations in their backyard. the twenty-ish big pink presents put neatly in the corner, a princess castle bouncy house, a DJ deck, and food catering?

there are already people stopping by and busying themselves at the party, she finds a couple familiar faces like peter, jess, even the kids gwen and miles.

he puts his hands up in defense, staring at her with a playful smile. "I know I know I went a little bit overboard--"

"a little?!"

"but querida, come on" he snakes his hands around her waist, tugging her closer but her eyes aren't even on him. "it's our baby girl's first birthday-- I had to give her all"

"what would a baby need a DJ deck for anyway?" she asks with a frown,

''we can set it aside and use it for a band.. i already have two ready for the party"

her jaw drops open. "a band?!"

''ay okay stop with the dramatic expressions, princesa" he chuckles, kissing her forehead.

shaking her head, she replies "you already got her two barbie houses, a pink range rover for kids, brand new stuffed animals that look like they escaped from the damn zoo, Disneyland tickets and a cinderella's carriage baby crib... you spoil her too much"

he shrugs, "like i told you... she's my baby"

"and how much have you spent for all of that, hm?"

he envelopes her hands between his, kissing the knuckles to ease her. "don't worry about that. got too much money in my bank account and I will use it to spoil the fuck out of both of you."

a light smile spreads across her face. "she wouldn't even remember half of this miggy, you know that?"

"we'll record it and everything" he shrugs, looking around the party feeling proud of his work. "I want her to have the best birthday ever. not just this but the next one and the next one and the next"

she can't help but feel her heart soften. he is so full of love every time he talks about their baby, an ultimate girl dad.

"i can't imagine what you will do for her quinceanera"

he winces at that, head shaking at the thought. "don't remind me. i want our baby girl to stay little forever"

she chuckles at that, standing on her tippy toes to kiss his chin. "what an amazing father you are, my love"

his cheeks warm at the compliment, glancing down at her to give her a grateful smile. one that speaks how glad he is to have her by his side, to call her his, to hear those words coming from her lips.

the sound of a precious giggle distracts them both, craning their heads toward the source of the sound and seeing jess holding their baby girl in her arms. dressed in a pretty pink dress with tiara on top

y/n reaches out to make grabby hands at jess. "hello pretty girl! gimme gimme" picking sofia from jess's grip, earning a cute giggle from her,

"she couldn't stop pulling at peter's hair-- your baby's got quite a grip" she mentions before walking away with a smile,

miguel snorts at that, silently patting himself on the back for what his baby had done,

cradling her closer to her chest, y/n fakes a gasp. "eso hizo, no es asi? uncle peter probably deserved it"

sofia babbles more, clapping her chubby hands at the two of them. miguel chuckles at the baby's cute antics and the way his wife talks in a baby voice,

a lucky bastard he is,

"daddy did this all for you, mamas-- aren't you happy? yeah?" she coos once more, bringing sofia closer to Miguel,

''come here pretty girl" miguel's hands move to grab her tiny body, picking her from his wife's grip. a sigh of contentment escapes from his lips. "my little princess... aren't you the prettiest baby I have ever seen, hm? you got that from your mami"

y/n eyes the interaction between the two of them, her finger moves to sofia's hand which she grips it.

"she is so fluffy.. we have a chunky baby"

miguel frowns, feigning a fake offensive look. "you calling our baby fat, mi amor?"

rolling your eyes, you scoff at him. "she's cute like this... i like it..." she gives a loud smooch on her baby's cheek making her giggle more,

miguel bobs sofia lightly in his embrace, inhaling the scent of her shampoo while keeping his eyes on y/n.

none of this was ever planned. miguel had no clue that being married and having a baby would be on his bucket list. if someone would've told him four years ago that he would eventually settle down and have a family, he would tell that person to fuck off and how crazy that idea sounds. because marriage wasn't his thing,

but now? he would kill the entire universe for his girls

"what are you thinking, papi?" she asks, head tilting in curiosity when his eyes won't move away from her,

he stays silent for a moment, pressing his cheek against sofia's head as she toys with the collar of his shirt,

"vamos a tener a otro bebe" [let's have another baby]

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i hope this is okay!! xx

[muddyorbsblr]

jimmy fallon interview :: 10 november 2023

god of suits has returned and honestly the way i'm so happy to see this smiley beb again 🥹💖

also the "my other half is in it" when talking about The Marvels? they are precious and must be protected at all costs 🥹🥹🥹

@lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @michelleleewise @mochie85 @fictive-sl0th @xorpsbane @ladyofthestayingpower @maple-seed @loopsisloops @joyful-enchantress @acidcasualties @liminalpebble @alexakeyloveloki @dangertoozmanykids101 @mischief2sarawr @simplyholl @vbecker10 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @lokiprompts @give-me-a-moose @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @holymultiplefandomsbatman @wheredafandomat @the-lady-amphitrite @caffiend-queen @km-ffluv @kikster606 @itsybitchylittlewitchy @littlespaceyelf @glitchquake @gigglingtiggerv2 @november-rayne @trickster-maiden @viv-annelore @five-miles-over @gruftiela @coldnique +++

[fayes-fics]

hello it’s Yearning Nonny again! this is random but I wanted to give you the chance to hype yourself up/I’m genuinely curious

what are you favourite friends to lovers-ish trope fics you’ve written? can deviate a bit if I’m being too narrow with my query 😂

I love the way you write the sudden discoveries in reader’s mind that her finding her friend attractive may not be entirely platonic - it’s so well done! (I’m a Benedict girlie myself but cos I’m asking you to hype yourself up, feel free to pick any! or just don’t do this at all if it’s a silly idea hahaha I’m just a v curious person)

Hi Yearning Nonny! 🫶

I hope you are well! I love this sort of question ngl, so please don’t think it’s a silly idea at all 🫶

You are so sweet to ask me to hype myself. 🥹 Tbh it’s something I’m uncomfortable doing and a few lovely mutuals affectionately give me sh*t for it lol. 😂

Anyway, let’s dive in:

For Benedict, I’ll admit I do love friends-to-lovers for modern AU in particular. Idk but it just suits him so well. A personal fave is Somewhere Only We Know. I’m not sure why it’s so precious to me, other than it sums up a whole mood - very hygge yknow? It’s also very seasonal for this time of year! I suppose you can put It Had To Be You in that category too, they were friends before they were lovers.

For Anthony, the classic friends-to-lovers trope I’ve done is the Friends+ universe.

Oh I will just add, another trope I love for Benedict is second-chance love like in the Moments and Mrs Bridgerton universes.

Thanks for your fun ask and for your sweet, kind words about the way I write this trope. I’m so pleased you think I do it well.

Always open to answer any questions like this, so please feel free to ask away 🫶😁🧡🧡

Links to fics mentioned above:

[goodgirlofglory]

Don’t worry! I didn’t shut down 😂 and thank you for the follow!!

As for the requests, I don’t want to be a bother, so ill try not to overload your asks. Do you also write stories that don’t have any smut? Because, as much as I love the game of hide the eggplant 🍆 😉 I sometimes really just craze a sweet soft story or something that’s angsty with a happy ending.

Like for example, it’s spring/summer early morning, and Bucky being a trained soldier wakes up with the sun. But his partner on the other hand…. Let’s just say she isn’t a morning person. However, today they wake together and lie in bed all soft and sweet and talk about anything, and maybe they both drift back to sleep… and uhh I just melt

Or… Bucky is new to the tower and does not get along with the newest younger avenger member that everyone loves. And they bicker back and forth, and she is so sassy and witty and one ups him every time. And In the end, they have a big argument and she asks why he hates her so much, when she didn’t even do anything. And Bucky basically confesses that he doesn’t hate her. He actually really likes her and is just scared Bec of what he used to do and who he used to be, and the fact that she’s so young and is the sunshine person of the group, and they talk and share the sweetest first kiss 🥹

OMG DID I SAY TOO MUCH LOL 🫢🫠🫠🫠🫠

I just really love Bucky Bec his story is so sad

Anyways, you’re amazing. I hope you have a good day/night 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Bestie!! I have something for you! 🌸💖🌸💖🌸

This is for your first prompt and honestly, idk how I feel about what I did with it🙈 Lmk what you think🫶

As for your second prompt, it made me look up a similar draft for a series I wrote long ago, and now I’m super inspired to continue writing on it!!!!😳🙌 A real enemies to lovers, can’t be in a room for two seconds without snapping at each other, but also desperately attracted to each other with Bucky still being very much traumatised and thinking himself completely unworthy of love and affection and reader wanting so much to get along with him and be his friend and potential bed mate iykwim type vibe!!

UUUUGH, like I said before, these prompts you give are so thought provoking and inspiring. I love them, thank you!!!😍

Hope you're having a splendid day/night, enjoy🫶🦋

Sleeping in / One-shot

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 3,5k

Warnings: fluffy fluff, some angst, a few references to smut

Summary: Bucky never considered sleeping in until you - soft, sweet, precious you - started sleeping in his bed.

Bucky’s eyes shot open at precisely 6 AM like they always did. It was a routine ingrained in his very bones at this point. Whether it came from his years as the Soldat, his military training before that or the hard days of his upbringing, for as long as he could remember, he’d always been wide awake and alert at precisely 6 AM. Nowadays he kept a strict morning routine consisting of a short and non-indulgent breakfast, a ten mile jog, short to the point cold shower and then a crossword puzzle before starting his day. It was like clockwork, and Bucky hadn’t really questioned it, nor had any incentive to change it. That was, until you - soft, sweet, precious you - started sleeping in Bucky’s bed. 

Bucky had been blessed with your intimate company for half a year now. He’d never been so nervous as that night he took you out to the beach to watch the stars after three months of dating, and asked you to go steady with him in the light of the bonfire. Nor had he ever felt such blissful, perfect relief and elation as when you’d thrown your arms around his neck and squealed in his ear. 

“Yes, yes, oh my god, of course I do, Bucky,” you’d exclaimed, damn near rupturing his ear drum. He’d only wrapped his own arms tighter around you and nuzzled into the hollow of your throat, grinning like a dolt against your skin before peppering it with kisses, working his way up to your lips, his heart soaring in his chest. You’d made love for the first time right there in the sand, his cock drawn out of his fly and your panties pulled to the side, clothes awkwardly askew and sand getting everywhere, but it had been absolutely perfect. 

From that point on, It didn’t take long for the two of you to become virtually inseparable, spending meals and nights and whatever spare time you had with each other. Bucky just couldn’t help it, he became completely and ardently addicted to you. Your scent, your warmth, your laughter, the color of your eyes and the way the corners crinkled when you smiled. The way your brows furrowed when you concentrated on something, how fiercely you defended anything you loved or felt empathy for, how sopping wet you got when he teased you just the tiniest bit. 

The two of you loved taking walks together on the grounds, both finding it relaxing and like a much needed detox at the end of a long day. On days off you took longer hikes together in landscapes near and far, sleeping out in the fresh air and making love on mossy forest grounds. 

You both had a special craving for physical connection (or as you liked to say, your “love languages were physical touch”), which in truth was a lucky blessing, for never had someone unlocked such need in Bucky. Need for your warmth, need for your touch, need to hold your hand or your waist or shoulder, or just feel the weight of your feet in his lap on movie nights with the rest of the team. It didn’t need to be sexual either (though it certainly often was, or turned to that) - it was just the knowledge of you being close that soothed whatever aches Bucky had inside, quelled and quieted some fidgety, restless part of him. 

Further, your company and your skin on his had done miracles for his sleepless night. You were like a soothing blanket and a sleeping pill, all in one. Whenever he laid down and pulled you close, felt your hands around his torso and your legs tangle with him, sleep found him easily, which was a feat he hadn’t found in years. You alternated between sleeping in your room or his, but you always slept together whenever you had the chance. In his quiet mind, Bucky liked it best when you slept in his bed. There was just something about seeing you in his room, in his sheets, relaxed and warm and soft with sleep, leaving behind faint traces of your scent on his pillow that Bucky would never admit openly to pressing his nose to and inhaling gratefully whenever you left for your own daily work.

 Inviting you in and seeing you so comfortable and at home in his private, intimate spaces had a newfound emotion spreading in his body. A sweet ache that wasn’t pain, nor sadness, or even longing. He’d scarcely dared put a name to the new feeling that bloomed like the tiniest, most fragile thing in his chest. The feeling was happiness, so foreign and unexpected Bucky had damn near had a panic attack that first time he caught himself gazing at you while you were deeply engrossed in your book next to him, and recognised the feeling for what it was. 

On this Sunday morning, when neither of you had any plans for the day, Bucky opened his eyes to find you snuggled up to him like a koala, legs and arms wrapped tightly around him as you slumbered on, and that same pang of sweet ache hit him as he looked down on you, saw you so relaxed and peaceful in his arms. By God, you were a deep sleeper, and you slept a lot, too. Bucky’d been baffled to observe how fucking much you slept if only given the chance. Proper sloth, he’d tried to tease you once, only for you to stretch with a lazy smile and nuzzle his chest. That had in turn only served to make Bucky’s heart melt right out of his ribcage. You were too cute, damnit, and far too powerful, and Bucky could only clutch you tighter to him. 

Bucky looked down at you, the soft rays of the warm spring sun coming in through the open curtains and casting your beautiful face in a golden sheen, taking his breath away as his gaze flitted about your face, without a single tension, mouth slightly open, quiet, steady puffs of air coming out and fanning across Bucky’s face. He put his nose gently to your throat and breathed you in, pulling in a grateful fill of your mouth watering scent, all warm and heady from your sleep.

He wondered what you were dreaming about, and how long you would sleep like this, undisturbed and unburdened, like you deserved. Did you even know how much of a miracle you’d been to him? How you single handedly fought off his nightmares? Kept him sleeping through the night, not awakening to sheets damp with sweat and an even more exhausted mind than the night before? He suspected you didn’t have a single clue. And maybe he was to blame for that. Cause even though his body had practically leapt at the chance of living in semi-permanent connection with yours no problem, he still had a little ways to go when it came to properly opening up emotionally. With words. God, he hated talking about his feelings, hated how vulnerable and easily wounded he felt, how much he fumbled for the right things to say and the guilt of taking comfort from others when he’d been the cause of so much horrid pain in the past. Whenever he felt the need to get things off his chest, those thoughts would hit him. It wasn’t right to demand people soothe and comfort him, he didn’t deserve it. He needed to own his actions, no matter if Hydra was og wasn’t here anymore. Especially because of that, actually. If he didn’t repent, how would he ever make up for all those people who’d suffered at his hands? 

So no, it was better to just work on it himself, to not burden anyone with it, and especially not a sweet, loving, caring ray of sunshine like you. You deserved so much better. 

Bucky stared at you while his thoughts whirled. He would let you sleep in, he decided, and after bending slightly forward to kiss one of your eyelids as softly as his body could possibly allow him, he started the meticulous procedure of removing his arm from under your neck and extracting himself from the secure cage you’d made around him with your limbs, so he could go start his morning routine. Just when he’d managed to untangle your legs and was about to slip his arm from under your head, your brows crinkled and the most adorable little sound of protest came from you. Sluggish and weakly, you reached for him, still mostly asleep, and tugged at his shoulder and arm to get him back to you. 

Bucky’s heart clenched again, and he huffed a laugh as he let himself be pulled back into your embrace, secretly relishing the feeling of you determinant pulling him close to you, of wanting him close to you. He couldn’t help it, those small reassurances meant so much to him. 

Your eyes opened to slits and looked up at him. 

“Mornin,” he mumbled, feeling himself light up with a sense of excitement at having you awake and with him.

You hummed long and slow, settling down with your head on his chest.

“Mornin, baby, what’s the time?” you asked, and your small, raspy voice was so fucking cute Bucky had a hard time dealing with it, actually.

He didn’t have to look at the clock on the nightstand. 

“Just past six,” he said, still gazing at your sleepy form. 

Your face scrunched up in what could only be described as disgust at his words. 

“What? Whyyyy, Bucky, it’s Sunday,” you whined, and Bucky couldn’t help his grin. 

“Can’t help the way I am,” he said as his only excuse, hoping you didn’t catch on to the way the words reflected his earlier thoughts. 

You stretched like a cat in his arms and snuggled closer to him, pressing a kiss to his throat. 

“I can help you. Settle down, we’re sleeping in today,” you said, eyes closing. It seemed you were halfway back to sleep already, though your grip around Bucky was uncompromising. 

“Is that an order?” Bucky murmured, so stupidly entertained by your every word he just kept grinning, the ache in his chest growing stronger.

“Yes it is, so you better obey me, soldier,” you mumbled. 

Bucky chuckled, watching you drift back off to sleep, but found he couldn’t quite get there himself. He found himself gazing out into the room, mind still going over his worries like a steadily churning maelstrom. Sleep didn’t come easy when he was stuck in a thinking loop like this. It didn’t help that his morning wood was as incessant as always, and you snuggling your warm, soft body up against it only made it worse. That wasn’t that much of an issue, though. He actually, secretly kinda loved just laying like this, feeling how you aroused him and knowing you reciprocated. 

To Bucky’s surprise, he looked back down to find you watching him, having cracked one eye open. He almost started. 

“What’s the matter?” you asked, sounding vaguely concerned. 

Bucky schooled his expression and shook his head. 

“Nothing, sweetheart, go back to sleep,” he said, kissing your forehead and then kissing it again when you hummed contentedly at the gesture. 

Your hand came up and started gently playing with the hair on his chest, something you often did when you were thinking and wondering how to say something. A contemplative gesture Bucky didn’t think you were all that aware of. Not that he’d ever made you aware of it. He liked being able to read your behavioral patterns. Liked it when you were open and honest and comfortable showing him your authentic self. He wouldn’t dream of taking that away and making you self conscious. 

“You sure? You look like you're thinking very hard and not talking about it,” you said and Bucky blanched. Had he been that obvious? Maybe he had some revealing behaviors he wasn’t aware of too. For some reason, it warmed his heart to know you could read him as well as he could read you. That you paid attention. That you cared as much as you did. He took your hand in his and played with your fingers, loved the way his hand engulfed yours, seeing how elegant your bones were while knowing the strength you could pack in a punch. 

He turned your hand over and though he’d only meant to buy himself some time with his exploration, he noticed for the first time a scar on the tip of your ring finger. He brought your finger closer to his eyes and yes indeed, in the shape of a question mark without the dot, the pad of your fingertip was sliced in two by a fine, pale scar line. He ran his thumb over it, suddenly engrossed in this detail he’d missed until now. 

“Where’d you get this?” he asked, curiosity making him giddy while deep down, a furious anger stirred; Anger that promised death and despair upon those who dared hurt you. 

You giggled as he brushed his thumb over it again, squirming slightly in his arms, and Bucky got even more curious. 

“It tickles. And it’s nothing exciting, just a small accident from when I was a kid,” you said, squealing lightly when Bucky brushed his thumb even more gently over the scarred skin, watching you avidly. 

“Tell me,” he said, giving your fingertip peace, but not letting you pull your hand away. 

You gave him a stern look, though you couldn’t hide the smile tugging on your lips.

“Fine, I’ll let you distract me for now, but I want to know what had you looking so forlorn earlier,” you said, the most adorable flush creeping up on your cheekbones as Bucky slowly pulled your hand up to his mouth and kissed each fingertip, noticing with glee how your pupils dilated as you watched his lips caress your skin. 

“Forlorn?” Bucky repeated, settling down even further into the soft mattress and the soft, silky sheets he’d gone out and gotten that first week you started sharing his bed, “I like when you go Shakespeare,” he teased, grinning when you smacked his chest in petulant offense. Bucky pulled you even closer to him and rolled you over so you lay across his chest as he settled on his back. “No, c’mon, tell me,” he insisted. 

You lay there together as the sun rose higher, Bucky listening intently as you told him about the accident that had split your finger tip as a seven year old, and then the stitches you’d have to get sewn while in the ER. Bucky couldn’t help pulling you closer and kissing all over your face when you talked about the praise you’d gotten from the nurses for being so brave. 

“That’s my girl,” he murmured onto the skin below your ear and relished the way you shivered. You gave him that look you got when you were delightfully preening under his praise while at the same time getting just a little bit shy - that look that made Bucky go half-mad with desire. 

“Tell me about this one?” you asked, pointing to a scar that ran along his lower abdomen, a  line that zig zagged diagonally up to his waist. It was one of his more gnarly scars. Thick, ragged and ugly, with darker, blotchy scar tissue, indicating a more serious injury. Not that Bucky knew. 

“Don’t know, I don’t remember how I got them,” he said, finding the words a bit more difficult to get past his throat as he focused on the scar, and the lack of memories accompanying it. 

You looked up at him in surprise. 

“Any of them?” you asked. 

Bucky gave a noncommittal shrug, fighting off his self-consciousness. He didn’t want to get defensive around you, knew he didn’t have to. Hell, you were the one person he knew by now he could be open and honest with. But the lack of knowing was still a sore spot for him.

“I know where the arm went, Steve told me, but the rest is, um…well, mysteries,” he said. 

You blinked, looking a little like a wounded puppy as your fingers traced another scar. You were so empathic, always caring so deeply for others. It was something Bucky admired about you, along with how open you were yourself about your feelings and stuff like that. Bucky drew a steadying breath, gathering his courage. 

“I’m glad I have them,” he said, catching your attention again. Your brow crinkled for the tiniest moment. 

“Why for?” you asked softly, a small, perfect encouragement for him to elaborate. 

Here we go, Bucky thought, a shrill nervousness suddenly swelling inside him.

“I wouldn’t be here today if I didn’t have them,” Bucky said, swallowing thickly. His courage faltered slightly and he averted his eyes, but he forced himself to continue speaking, “They’re a part of the life that led me to this, to…you. I wouldn’t be here with you right now if I didn’t also go through whatever gave me all these scars…and for that, I’m happy,” he said, drawing a mortified breath as he stopped speaking, his heart suddenly pounding in his chest. 

The silence felt like an eternity, and Bucky steeled himself for whatever reaction you might come with. Was it too much? Too weird? Too morbid? 

Your hands cupped his face and brought his eyes up to yours. They were shining with emotion, with empathy so deep he almost winced at the raw intensity. 

“You’re so strong, Bucky. A strong and good man, and so fucking sweet. You didn’t deserve any of your scars, or any of the pain you went through to get here. And I know you feel guilty, and I know there is little I can do to make it alright, but I…,” you trailed off for a beat and to his astonishment, Bucky swore he heard the words love you hang in the air between the two of you. Your heart, which Bucky could feel between your two bodies pressed together, shot up to an alarming speed, and a crimson flush stole across your face. 

You must have seen him catch on, for you lowered your gaze and laughed a bit self deprecatingly. No, no, no, don’t hide, please say them, Bucky thought desperately, his own heart picking up speed, thudding hard in his chest. God, could it be true?

“Is it selfish to say I’m happy you’re here with me too, even though you had to go through so many unfair, horrible things to get here?” you asked, and Bucky wondered if you were feeling guilty too at that moment. 

He hugged you tighter to him, lowering his head to catch your down-cast eyes. 

“I want you to. Be selfish, I mean, ehm, with me,” he said in a surge of bravery that had him fumbling his words all the same. “I mean I like it when you are - I mean, oh God, I -”

“I get what you mean,” you said softly and assuringly, biting your lip and smiling so sweetly Bucky’s heart lurched. 

He bent forward and caught your lips, so fucking grateful for you, for caring, understanding and supporting you. Maybe he didn’t need to hear you say you loved him yet. His heart was soaring in his chest just by the implication, just by having you here in his arms. He could be gracious and continue working to deserve your love in the future, and be completely ready to receive it. 

You broke the kiss and settled down on his chest again, and his hand found your hair, playing with it. 

“I need a haircut,” you said after a few moments, voice just the tiniest bit tense for it to be a nonchalant remark. Who needs a distraction now?, Bucky thought a bit smugly, listening with his enhanced hearing that your heart was still thudding just a little faster than usual. He could be gracious, though it was a near thing. 

“I like your hair like this,” he said, kissing the top of your head, satisfaction surging warm and proud when you tried to snuggle even closer to him, tangling your legs even more with his.

“Oh lord, no it’s all frizzy. I once had a hairdresser -”

You spent some time talking about nothing and everything, the languid morning settling heavy in your bones. Bucky felt like he was floating, like time slowed and you were hiding away together on a cloud of affection and drowsy, peaceful contentment. 

Nestled together in the privacy of his room, Bucky’s thoughts went to the future for once, and not the past. They went to the hope that you would tell him you loved him one day. That he would be ready to receive that love then, and be truly deserving of it. As of now, maybe he could get used to sleeping in, Bucky thought as he listened to you murmuring about a dream you’d had. 

And after a while, when your eyelids had closed entirely and your breath evened out, Bucky drifted back off to sleep with you, still entangled in the soft sheets illuminated by the warm, spring sun. 

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Dennis waking up to babygirl crying, but not waking up reader because this is the first time in a long time she's finally getting some good rest. Then, I feel like once the reader wakes up well-rested, breakfast is already on the table for her and DJ. ❤️🥹

OMG Nonnie, I love this so much. Let’s flesh out this little vision!

At the first sound of the baby’s cries, Dennis stirs.

The arm that was wrapped around you is moving ever so slightly, making sure you don’t wake up. Since taking on some extra responsibilities at work, you have been getting home late and barely sleeping at night. Dennis refuses to have you wake up before you are ready.

With you taking on a leadership role at work, Dennis decided to scale back. Working from home allows him to devote half of his day to his career and the other half to his family. Plus, that means he gets to play his favorite role.

SuperDad.

Tiptoeing out of the bedroom and down the hall past DJ’s room, Dennis enters the baby’s room. Soft pink light from the humidifier illuminates part of the room, and as the door squeaks open, little cries start to melt away at the arrival of Daddy.

“Hello, my little warrior princess. I can hear those battle cries from a mile away,” he whispers, smiling down at the wiggling three-month-old before picking her up and cuddling her to his chest. He rubs her back softly as she quiets down.

He makes small talk with her as he changes her diaper, making funny faces to get her to giggle. Tickling her tummy and planting kisses on her face. He checks his watch and sees it is almost time for DJ to explode out of bed like a bomb went off. He decides that since he is already awake, he can start breakfast.

After a bottle, he wraps Deanne up in the sling carrier so he can move freely about the kitchen and still keep his eye on her. He breaks out the eggs, milk, and flour for fresh waffles for you and DJ. He pushes the button on the coffee maker and begins his work.

Within ten minutes, waffles and fresh-cut fruit are on the table. Syrup and butter are placed on the table just as Dennis hears DJ jump in bed and wake you up. He can only laugh when he hears DJ’s loud giggle, as you are probably tickling him.

Dennis pours you a fresh cup of coffee as he hears you making your way down the hall with your son.

“I don’t know, DJ. It smells like Daddy woke up early and made us something delicious,” you say before turning the corner into the kitchen. You smile as you see Dennis holding a snoozing Deanne in her carrier on his chest as he holds out a steaming mug toward you.

You take a big sip of the wonderful brew and close your eyes, relishing the warmth spreading throughout your body.

“Sit down, eat. I’ll get him settled,” Dennis insists, helping DJ sit in his booster seat.

When the little man is eating and content, you dig into your waffles and fresh strawberries. Taking a bite, you look over at Dennis. He has a hand on the back of DJ’s chair, watching him while he eats, while his other hand is on Deanne’s back through the carrier.

He catches your eye, winking at you before his attention is taken back by an animated DJ whose loud sound effects wake up his little sister. Dennis coos at his precious baby girl, and DJ pats her back gently when she starts to fuss. When the boys fail at quieting down the little one, you offer your services.

“Ok, guys, I think the little princess needs Mama.” You giggle when DJ just goes back to eating and Dennis makes a face like he doesn’t want to give up the baby so easily.

When he puts his hands around her little body held against his chest, you roll your eyes. “Dennis, let me just see if she’s hungry, and then you can have her back, I promise.”

With the terms agreed upon, Dennis unwraps the carrier and kisses Deanne’s forehead before handing her over reluctantly. He busies himself with cleaning up DJ of the syrup and juice stickiness from breakfast.

After a feeding and a changing, Deanne is in much better spirits, babbling and holding onto your finger. You find the boys on the couch watching Bluey. Dennis smiles up at you, and as promised, you hand him the baby and he makes a show of pressing kisses into her cheeks.

You sit on the couch on the other side of DJ, and he cuddles up to you. You watch as Dennis is wrapped around that little girl’s finger, and you smile. You love your little family and wouldn’t change it for the world.

OMG I love this family so much. I love them, you guys.

[raileurta]

Hybrid au :3

Thinking about deer Miles and black panther Miguel who is extremely gentle with him. Like that's his baby and he loves him so much. 🥹

They met one day when Miles was separated from his herd. He was crying in a meadow stress eating some flowers. Miguel saw him and was going to eat him but Miles turned around at the last sec. Miguel saw Miles' beautiful hazel nut eyes an exact replica of his dead daughter's with crystal tears in them. It broke his heart. He decided he couldn't just hurt this precious fawn. Miguel just walks away.

Miles with zero self preservation decides he likes this strange big cat. So he just follows Miguel around because he knows he can't survive on his own and this is the closest thing he had to a protector. Miguel is at the beginning annoyed at this but he grows to adore Miles. Treating him like his own cub.

[fanaticsnail]

Hey, Snail, could I humbly request to also be added to the tag list?🥹

My love, I would cross oceans, scale mountains, run miles, dance jigs, and endure the temperatures of the vast wilds for a single chance to add you to my collection of special people.

You are extraordinary, and so precious to me. Such love for you and your amazing skills. Your art is incredibly beautiful, and I am simply in awe. Thank you for considering me 🥹🖤.

[nicoscheer]

Love how he not only takes a week off to visit his mom but also that he shares that with us 🥹🫶🏽

Miles gettin some homemade meal cooked with a mother’s love

Also can we talk about how Billy Fury (tlsp covered his wondrous place) looks like 2013 Alex

Bet it took him like 15 minutes and two dozens of selfies to get the perfect shot 🤣🥹 and his mom just watching him rolling her eyes fondly

He called themselves Babies 🥹🥹🫶🏽

ONE MAN BAND - TRACK BY TRACK WITH NIHAL ARTHANAYAKE - WATCH NOW ON YOUTUBE

We are now only 11 DAYS away from OMB being out in the world. COME ON!

To entice you even more to get on this new record - I sat down with my friend @therealnihal to take you through every track on the album.

There was only ever gonna be one man for this job - @therealnihal is not only one of the realest journalists I've ever met, but he is also an absolutely wonderful man who loves music as much as I do.

We shot this back in April before I had done any interviews about this record and whilst the record was still in that precious 'keep me under wraps' zone - so

I'm at my rawest and most exposed here.

I hope you enjoy.

Love you all ❤️🙌🏽🐢xxx

Another bit of the interview where he’s taking bout meeting Lana del Rey. Love how comfortable he’s around Nihal (who’s def asking the right questions) and just generally in love with this two minutes video. I could literally listen to him talk and gesticulate for eternity.

Also Arielle Immediately commenting after he posted it😙

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Jesus I love him so much for sharing so so much with us and trusting us with his most personal, also adore all the ❤️ comments from his friends

We’re all gonna cry so hard when we listen to scared of love

[sebsxphia]

Seb, honey.......I have a little thotty thot I've been sharing around with a few people and I thought that you too might like to have it as a gift.

We all know Miles Miller has a lactation kink and loooooves to latch onto your titties but......

Perhaps he lets you do the same to him if he knows you need to ground a little?

Maybe you're not feeling good at all and he knows it. He can see in your eyes that you're getting a little fussy and impatient, desperately needing it the same way he needed you.

"Alright, alright sweetheart, I'm coming," he says as he starts unbuttoning his shirt to expose his chest. His pecs are definitely still there and noticeable from his army days with their soft little swells and dips.

"Come here sweetpea," Miles tells you gently, guiding your head down onto his chest so you can latch onto his nipple. "Easy........easy now my sweet........good......good girl......Ah ah! No biting now, that hurts......there we go."

He very gently pushes his nipple past your lips with his fingertip, letting you suck and swirl your tongue around it, your eyes half lidded from sleepiness, an old trick that his mother told him about with the newborn babies and one his father had done many times with a mother cow and her calf. He's murmuring sweet nothings to you before you're both asleep in each other's arms and waking up to the smiles on each others faces as the sun spills into your shared bedroom the very next morning.

ohhhhhhhhhh my goodness, my love! 🥺🥹 this touched me so tenderly and deeply, and this has unlocked something so precious in me. i love this trope with miles soothing himself on you, but thinking of it the other way around?! this is so perfect and this is also exactly what i need rn 😭 miles completely understands the comfort it provides him, so why not offer it to you aswell? i also love to think about this tying into miles and little!reader 🥺 especially if he can see it in your eyes, if you’re getting a little fussy and impatient. ohhhhh i just love, love, love this my love and i’m going to be thinking about this forever! thank you so much for this sweet thought my love! 🥹💌

[anbessette]

Hi! I wanted to tell you that recently I came across Simmer (and the whole simmer-verse) and O.M.G. It's so good!!! First of all, thank you for the chubby!JGY💘 I didn't even hope I would find something like that (bc the fandom tends to see him as very thin) but you saved me xD

But most of all I admire just how good it is written! It literally taught me a lot of things about this kink that I didn't know about, like the fact that this kink can be non-sexual and I'm actually not doomed to life without it if my partner happens to not have it in a usual way😅 Simmerverse really helped me realise many new things! And also these fics made me like NMJ and NieYao because previously I only have seen them being toxic in fanfics, but after Simmer I started to understand Mingjue's personality and his feelings/trauma about Meng Yao's betrayal QwQ

Anyways, that's it, I really loved your writing and am going to read your other fics♥️

Also I wanted to ask is it okay if I draw fanart and visualise some scenes? And also I'm curious if you had the donghua, CQL or some other designs in mind writing Simmerverse? (because I wasn't sure how exactly to imagine JGY's clothing xdd)

Sorry for the long ask😅

Hi! Thank you for the lovely ask - the Simmerverse has a special place in my heart, it's always so nice to hear that it meant something to a reader.

You're very welcome for the chubby!JGY content 😁 When I first started out with Simmer I thought it might be just me and one anon on the kinkmeme who'd enjoy seeing him reimagined like that, because yeah, his portrayal in fandom often puts a lot of emphasis on him being thin. Not that there's anything wrong with that - it can be cute, I'm definitely not immune to the appeal of "A-Yao small 🥹" - but it's very different to how I wrote him in Simmer. That might be part of why I did it, honestly. I have a contrary streak a mile wide, so when I saw all those fics cooing over JGY being so tiny and cute I went: OK, but what if he wasn't tiny? Would we still think he was precious, lovable and desirable if he gained weight? Does fitting perfectly in his partner's arms necessarily mean being small? I'm gonna write him getting fat and coo over how cute that is, he'd look good with a tummy. I was (and still am) delighted by how many readers liked it too!

Thank you for all your kind words! I'm glad my fic gave you so much to think about, and especially proud that I won you over to liking NieYao and NMJ. I came to the ship from the opposite direction - I was sad about NMJ and wanted him to be loved instead of murdered, so I dove into fics about NieYao reconciling and ended up loving and sympathising with JGY too. Hearing that my writing made someone who didn't like NMJ before start to sympathise with him feels like closing the loop, and maybe also like I've won some kind of fandom medal.

You can absolutely draw fanart of my stuff, I'd love that!! Tag me or send a link if you do, so I can scream with joy and reblog it 🥰 I was picturing the CQL version of JGY, but you're welcome to take liberties with his outfits or draw inspiration from other versions if that works better for your art.

[muddyorbsblr]

primetime emmy awards :: 15 january 2024 (batch 1)

I love that the pics with Ke & Sophia look like playful classmates seeing together again a year after graduation 🥹🥹 And the smiley precious babeys on the silver carpet!!

(You all already know what I do to shitty anons, so don't even think about it. I still have my site tracker and I'll put your location on fucking blast. I am not the one.)

@lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @michelleleewise @mochie85 @fictive-sl0th @xorpsbane @ladyofthestayingpower @maple-seed @loopsisloops @joyful-enchantress @acidcasualties @liminalpebble @alexakeyloveloki @dangertoozmanykids101 @mischief2sarawr @simplyholl @vbecker10 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @lokiprompts @give-me-a-moose @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @holymultiplefandomsbatman @wheredafandomat @the-lady-amphitrite @caffiend-queen @km-ffluv @kikster606 @itsybitchylittlewitchy @littlespaceyelf @glitchquake @gigglingtiggerv2 @november-rayne @trickster-maiden @viv-annelore @five-miles-over @gruftiela @coldnique @smirkingkitten @raqnarokr +++

[nataliescatorccio]

BECCA BIRTHDAY??? BECCA BIRTHDAY!!! my sweet angel, light of my life, my dear friend and the brightest soul around. you are such a lovely human and i have been so lucky to get to know you. you’re so smart and talented and kind to everyone. i’m pretty sure dead flowers would bloom again if you touched them. i love you so dearly, i love talking to you and im so happy you’ve allowed me to be part of both your life and your creative journey. i hope you have the happiest day, you deserve endless sunshine 💕

MILES!! 🥹 thank you so much for this, this is the sweetest and most precious message 💖 getting to chat to you more and get to know you has been one of the biggest joys of being all this site and i hope you know how much i appreciate you (and how much i always praise you for bringing chappell into my life, whenever i listen to her i also think of you and that's a lot of the time agsjdk) sending you so much love thank you for always being the shining talented star you are ❤️