#i'm so sleepy i think i'll write a bit n sleep soon. calmed down after writing that last tag. i'll rest n do more tomorrow.

[my-writings-and-musings]

Hello! I just saw both of your Earthspark Bumblebee and Megatron Fics with the little Robo-Babies, and they were so adorable and wholesome💖 So I was wondering if you could maybe write something like that for Earthspark Optimus?

Thank you, I have such an absolute blast writing them! I hope you enjoy the ultimate robot dad being an official dad.

Though you were not more than a fraction of his size, Optimus had long since acclimated himself to observing all of your movements, his powerful senses attuned to your gestures and expressions so he could be ready the instant you needed him. It had seemed like overkill on multiple occasions, but as your due date had approached, you'd admittedly been grateful to have a three story warrior always on the lookout. Thankfully he hadn't needed to jump to your rescue with anything more than a rare snack brand when the cravings hit, but the peace of mind had been priceless. You couldn't imagine the benefits would be any less appreciated now that your bitlet had arrived.

Your theory was proven true as soon as your first sleep was interrupted by the newborn crying out to wake you, your eyes snapping open in an exhausted daze before you got a sense of your surroundings. The medical bay was dark, but you needed little light when Optimus awoke beside you and turned his gaze in your direction, his optics fully illuminating you, the mattress you'd been sleeping on, and the bassinet between you both. As he rolled onto his side with considerable care not to disturb either of his much smaller bunk mates, you scootched over to the wailing bitlet and pulled them into your arms, shushing the tiny femme as she instinctively curled into you.

"Is something wrong, love?" he asked with concern, hovering at a distance for your safety. Settling back on your mattress and its ample pillows, you bounced the little one to soothe her as you had been taught, quieting the worst of her cries but failing to return her to the sleep you so desperately needed. Tiny digits clung tightly to your shirt as the newborn whimpered and fussed, her tiny lip quivering as she nuzzled against you and allowed you to figure out what was upsetting her.

"N-no, she already ate, I think she's just fussy. It is a little chilly in here..." you sighed before yawning, noting the cold without caring too much about it. As exhausted as you were, you could have easily fallen asleep on the chilly stone floor then and there, but the poor sparkling was obviously desperate for warmth judging by how she shivered against you. Protective instincts allowed you to push through the exhaustion and cradle her close.

"Are you cold as well?" Optimus asked with further concern, still on his side atop the padded berth but now fully awake. There was little he hadn't fretted over since discovering your condition, and while that had become thoroughly overwhelming at times, at the moment you very much appreciated the concern.

"A bit, but I'm too tired to care." you replied after a moment of thought, trying to get the warmth in your body to transfer to the little being shivering against you. Soft affection made your heart flutter as her optics cracked open to look up at you, the innocence in her tiny gaze making you want to move heaven and earth even if you didn't have the strength to move yourself. Content just to let her absorb your body heat until she was comfortable, you yawned and allowed her to take hold of one of your offered fingers, finding it calmed her down enough for your sleepy brain to think about other things. "Once we move into the nursery, I'll make sure she's got a space heater. But for now, she can cuddle me."

Optimus, always looking out for you, seemed unsatisfied with the idea despite nodding in approval. 

"Perhaps I can assist, in the interim." he offered gently after a moment of thoughtful silence. Too tired to question much of anything, you were unprepared when he scooped up the mattress you and the bitlet were seated on, his digits cupping it gently enough you were barely disturbed. Rolling onto his back and laying the mattress over his chassis, he ensured you were steady before meeting your gaze with a somewhat bashful smile. "How is this? Are you comfortable?"

Before you could process the shift, your bitlet cooed as the warm air of his ventilations washed over you both, the cozy heat of his spark rising up through the bedding to fend off the chill that had so offended your bitlet. Trilling happily, she nuzzled her helm and nubby finials into the crook of your neck as she got right back to sleeping. Though little more than a speck next to her massive and legendary sire, the sparkling had found nothing but comfort in his presence from the moment she'd come into existence, and you were delighted to see that continue.

"Much better." you confirmed as the bitlet yawned, stubby servo disappearing in her mouth so she could suckle on it through some much needed sleep. Laying down on your side, you tucked in the sparkling and went limp on the mattress, dimly aware of a sizable servo tucking you in before exhaustion brought you back to much needed rest. 

Without a word, Optimus smiled and settled back on the berth, his spark humming beneath you as it all but overflowed with love.

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[yaffles-world]

Sleepy Time with Taka and Wawa

Like 700 words of headcanons lol

Well

Serizawa is a night owl, and so is Reigen but we try and stick to a reasonable ISH schedule you know 

I'm kind of a night owl like idk

Anyway, because Serizawa and I have that anxious, autistic glory, and Reigen has whatever the hell is wrong with him, bed time routines for sleepy are important 

From when we get home from work til when we go to bed, we're together - once seri has graduated school at least. Reigen and I are together, when he's not working back which he doesn't do often. So sometimes we do have nights alone but 99% of the time we end up in the same bed

If we're together we usually divy up the kitchen chores in some way, cooking, cleaning, etc

Either watch a show, a movie, play video games, sometimes I'll draw while they do their own thing etc, or read

Anyway when we actually go to bed

We all get into our pajamas and will go to the bathroom to brush our teeth

Then, especially if its later, we'll shuffle like one big lump of cuddle into the bed

Sometimes one of us will read to the others, sometimes we do our own thing, sometimes we just talk

Various cuddle positions 

All spooning each other in a row

One of us on our back and the other two tucked under each arm

Lying on top of eachother :3

One of us facing one way, the other two facing the one (typically seri cos long) with arms around the two 

Just. Sprawled. Everywhere. Unknown where one limb ends and another begins 

They are sprawled out sleepers, particularly Reigen 

He's like a cat he's the smallest but he fricken spreads his arms and legs out and takes up half the bed

I'm exclusively a side sleeper i must be on my side to sleep, this is a true fact about me

Serizawa prefers to be on his back but he can sleep on his side or whatever particularly if it makes for better cuddling

Serizawa sometimes uses Reigen or me as a weighted hehe

Reigen is so clingy its ridiculous 

This little bitch he has so many needs 

I love him

He's like… without inhibition in the middle of the night

So there's lots of clinging to me and seri and lots of like… love hehe

"Ren… play with my hair… Seri… come here and cuddle me…"

We don't sleep until he does lol

Which is fine cos he's out like a god damn light 

Like we'll all be talking and he'll fall asleep mid conversation or even mid sentence

Reigen's favorite sleeping position is sleeping with his stomach on the bed face down on the pillow like some sort of freak

God bless

He SNORES he SLEEP TALKS and he DROOLS

I LOVE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH 

Sleep talking is cute the drooling is fucking adorable if not kinda gross hehe  but the snoring its like taka shut up 

As soon as he starts snoring if he's too loud i wake him up

For a bit. Eventually we just get used to it. Serizawa likes the noise

Oh and also, night lights

We have a little light above the bed shaped like a crescent moon

Serizawa needs it pretty baby

Reigen needed one til he was 14 and he still prefers one so 

Serizawa also has nightmares :(

Which is about the only thing that will wake Reigen up 

He kinda freaks out a bit but it's mostly manageable 

Generally nowadays it just makes the lights flicker, maybe something floats a bit

We hold onto him and give him kisses which usually calms him down

Sometimes if Serizawa can't sleep he gets up to make some tea

If it's after a nightmare, Reigen's also awake usually so we all shuffle into the kitchen all hanging all over each other 

We'll cuddle and cling to him as we make the tea and speak softly 

Lots of kisses and softly spoken "I love you"s

If seri just can't sleep he'll get up on his own but I either haven't been sleeping either or get woken up so i join him

I think… thats all…

Sleepy kitchen dances :) Serizawa is a really great dancer and its so nice and quiet and UGH

Will probably update with more later :)

#reigen my babygirl #serizawa my perfect baby #romantic f/o #serirei #self ship #mp100 #serizawa #serizawa katsuya #reigen #reigen arataka #headcanons #mp100 headcanons

[helloalycia]

The Wrong Lifetime — Epilogue // Wanda Maximoff

chapter fourteen | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad

author’s note: the final part is here! thanks again to everyone who stuck around with this fic, i really appreciate it 😊💗 now enjoy!!

The sound of a rooster crowing pulled me from my slumber and I groaned when I realised I definitely wasn't getting back to bed anytime soon.

Quiet laughter came from beside me and I didn't have to open my eyes to know that Wanda was finding my disgruntled self entertaining.

"I said yes to the chickens," I mumbled tiredly, not opening my eyes as I stupidly thought it would let me contain my sleep for a little bit longer, "but I should have drawn the line at the rooster."

Her fingers grasped my shoulder as she rolled over to hover above me. I squinted through my tired eyes, seeing the amused smile on her lips as she looked down at me. Despite how much of a morning person I wasn't, I appreciated how beautiful she looked with bed hair and a nightie.

"Shut up," she said jokingly, and I closed my eyes again. "You love them."

I rolled my eyes beneath closed lids. "I'd love to cook them, sure."

She slapped my shoulder gently. "Don't talk about Nikolai, Vanya and Sonia like that!"

A smile ghosted my lips. The first thing she'd done when getting the damn chickens was name them the most Sokovian names she could think of – I shouldn't have expected anything less. Though, now it meant she was extremely attached to them.

"My apologies, love," I mumbled.

She hummed disapprovingly before putting her whole body weight on top of me and hugging me. I sighed contently, resting an arm around her waist and appreciating the feeling of her so close to me. I could have fallen back asleep in this position if it wasn't for Wanda's wide-awake, curious self. Why did she have to be such a morning person?

"So, what are your plans for today?" she asked, fingers scratching against my shoulder blade tenderly.

I exhaled calmly. "I'm going to attempt to fall back asleep right now... then I'll let you know afterwards when I wake up."

She didn't say anything after that, and I was stupid to believe I'd gotten away with it because she suddenly got up and straddled me, jumping up slightly and startling me awake.

"Wake up!" she ordered, too hyper for my sleepy self.

I groaned, rubbing my eyes and finally opening them to see her looking down at me with a grin, hair falling around her face. There was a hint of annoyance in my expression as I narrowed my eyes, but she ignored it as she rested her hands on my chest.

"I hate you," I muttered.

"You're up now, so let's do something," she insisted, making me roll my eyes. "We should go on a walk. It's pretty outside. The sun's rising and it'll be fun!"

The sun's rising because its bloody dawn and that damn rooster crows at the same time every day, leaving me disgruntled and annoyed.

But of course, I didn't have the energy to explain that to Wanda, so I simply shook my head and closed my eyes. "Maybe tomorrow, Wanda."

She suddenly leaned down, jolting me slightly and making me open my eyes. She was inches away from my face as she pouted.

"Not tomorrow, now!" she exclaimed loudly, before leaning forward and peppering kisses all over my face.

I sighed, keeping her stable by resting a hand on her waist, but not appreciating the fact that falling asleep would definitely be a challenge now.

"I love you, Wanda, but please keep it down," I said quietly, still not used to her energy so early in the morning.

"Tell me what I can do to wake you up," she said sternly, stopping kissing me and sitting upright again.

"Absolutely nothing, love."

"Oh? Nothing?"

I hummed and closed my eyes again, getting used to her weight on top of me and deciding I could probably fall back asleep if she was quiet long enough. Wishful thinking, of course.

Her fingers found mine and she slowly lifted my hand, putting it underneath her dress and on her thigh. I knew what she was doing – it was cute – but it wouldn't work.

Not even bothering to open my eyes, I said, "Wanda, darling, we've been together for three years. I am able to resist your charm, believe it or not."

"Really?" she asked challengingly, letting go of my hand and resting hers on my shoulders. "I don't believe you."

Before I could counter her with a response, she leaned down and began nibbling on my ear softly. It was a sensation I was familiar with, but I refused to let her get her way, so I ignored her stubbornly. She knew me too well though, as she let go of my ear and trailed kisses down my neck before sucking on the skin sensually. Admittedly, I was a lot more awake then I was thirty seconds ago, definitely aroused by the gorgeous woman on top of me, but she couldn't win this. Not when she was playing very unfairly.

"Wanda," I said with a warning tone, squeezing her thigh and signalling for her to stop.

I should have figured that would provoke her even more, as she manoeuvred herself so her knee was now pressing between my legs. I'm ashamed to admit that I gasped into her shoulder at the sudden pressure, and judging from the quiet laugh she let out, she was very much aware of the effect she had on me.

"I told you you couldn't resist," she said knowingly, raising her head from my neck so she could meet my eyes.

Hers were darkened with pleasure and mischievousness, darting to my lips. I glared at her.

"I really hate you."

She shook her head, tongue wetting her lips, as a playful smirk stared down at me. "No you don't. Now lose the nightdress, moya lyubov' (my love)."

I tried to retort, but she closed the gap between us, lips capturing mine in a heated kiss. I definitely didn't mind being woken up like this...

—

After actually getting out of bed, I reluctantly agreed to go on a walk with Wanda, strolling around our premises and making the most of the countryside we lived in. As much as I didn't want to admit, I was glad she'd dragged me outside, since the morning stroll only made me appreciate our home more.

When we returned, Wanda went to her studio whilst I made us some tea in the kitchen, hoping to warm us up after the slight chill in the Autumn air. I joined her soon enough, smiling when I saw how involved she was with her work in no time. The studio was big enough for her to make a mess and it not seem so messy since it was spacious enough. I shouldn't have expected any different – Wanda couldn't tidy up to save her life.

"One day I'm going trip over your things," I announced as I stepped over some loose materials by the door, teacup and saucer in hand.

She chuckled, though her attention was still on her painting. "When that day finally comes, I'll clean up. Promise."

"Of course," I muttered sarcastically.

I stopped behind her and studied the painting she was working on. It was a close-up of a flower bed, with intricate details being put in the flowers themselves and ladybirds flying around. Wanda sensed my presence and accepted the tea from my hand, smiling at me gratefully before blowing on it to cool it down.

"Is this that commission you got last week?" I asked curiously.

She nodded, unaware of the paint streaks on her face. I rested a hand on her shoulder and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, smiling at how adorable she was.

"The guy is paying double for me to put twelve ladybirds in the painting," she explained with amusement. "He wants to be able to count every single one."

I snorted with laughter. "Wow. That's very strange."

She shrugged, though I knew she was thinking the same. "A commission's a commission... is it evil if I only put eleven in?"

I laughed, nodding. She glanced up at me with a bright smile on her lips.

"It's very evil," I told her, before squeezing her shoulder.

She grabbed my hand on her shoulder, holding it comfortingly. "D'you want to do some gardening later?"

"Sure. I've just gotta do some work on my manuscript first. The writer's block is real."

"Of course," she said, giving me a knowing look. "Best-selling authors don't just become best-selling authors without putting in the work."

I rolled my eyes at her comment, but a smile played on my lips. "I'm leaving now."

She chuckled and I pressed a kiss to her cheek, trying not to get paint on my lips.

"Good luck with the writing," she said as I began to leave.

"And you with the painting," I called back.

Today was nothing special – probably a regular day when it came to Wanda and I's lives – but it made me smile. If the past three years had taught me anything, it was to be grateful for the mundane.

After Wanda broke things off with Y/B/N, it took a while for both of our families to recuperate. In their eyes, Y/B/N had broken things off because he wasn't interested in Wanda anymore, hence our parents' reaction. And Wanda's parents were upset because they believed it was her fault that Y/B/N wasn't interested, hence their reaction.

Our relationship with the Maximoffs was inescapable though, since Y/B/N and I were authors of theirs, so we had to mend what was broken. The only person who knew the truth about Wanda breaking it off with Y/B/N, apart from me and him, was Pietro. He didn't know why, but he knew that it was Wanda's choice.

After things calmed down between our families and everybody's anger had faded, around about the time that my second book was released, I'd saved enough money from the sales to buy a place of my own. With my father's help, I was able to buy a cottage in the countryside – the perfect place for privacy and to do my writing.

It was surprising that I got help from my dad, since I half expected him to be against the idea. But he was so proud of me for achieving all I had that he was happy to help. So, I got my own place and the first thing I did was invite Wanda to live with me. Nobody really saw it as more than two friends living together, especially since Wanda had started selling her paintings under a male pseudonym. Her parents were only reluctant because they wanted her to get married, but after she told them that she didn't want to and stood her ground, they left her alone.

I think they realised that they couldn't exactly stop her, and if they tried to, they'd lose their daughter in the process. So, to Wanda and I's excitement, we were moving in together...

"Are we there yet?" Wanda asked for the millionth time.

"Terpeniye (patience)," I told her, and felt her smile beneath my hands that were covering her eyes.

"Nice pronunciation," she commented, and I couldn't tell if she was teasing or not.

We finally stopped before the cottage and I was buzzing with excitement. I'd chosen it with Wanda in mind, a surprise for her, since I knew she'd only ever wanted to live in a place like this. What better way to give her that then now with me?

"Okay, this is it," I announced, removing my hands from her face.

I stepped beside her, leaning forward to see her reaction. She was raising her eyebrows with surprise, taking in the appearance of the front of the cottage. It was in a lovely field with tall trees and colourful flowers surrounding it. Vines had overgrown the bricks, but it looked stunning and I hoped Wanda would think the same.

Her lips curved upwards into a grin of disbelief. "This is it? This is ours?"

I pulled the key from my pocket and held it out towards her. "It is. All ours."

She laughed wholeheartedly, jumping up with excitement before grabbing the key and pulling me into a hug. I laughed alongside her, returning the hug, before pressing a kiss to her cheek and motioning to the door.

"Do the honours and I'll show you around," I told her with a smile.

She was practically beaming as she moved to the door, opening it. Her excitement only intensified when she saw the living-room it extended into, a large fireplace in the centre of the back wall and the furniture already in place.

"We can change the décor," I told her as I showed her around. "This came with the place, but we can change it up to however we want."

"I love it."

I intertwined our fingers, admiring the sparkle of delight in her blue eyes as she looked around the place eagerly. That was the look that made this whole thing worth it.

"You've not even see the best bit," I said, before tugging her into the hallway. "There's a kitchen and our bedroom and of course, a study for me, but this is the bit I know you'll love."

She watched with curiosity but allowed me to skip the other rooms and show her the room that I envisioned as her art studio. It was a spacious room, filled with random, old furniture from the previous owners, but I ignored it and stepped further inside, facing Wanda.

"This can be your studio!" I exclaimed, motioning around me. "Look, here can be where your desk can be." I pointed to the left wall, the space in front of it. "You can get some shelves put here for your supplies. And here–" I pointed to the space before the window at the back, "–is where you can paint on your easels. The natural light will be perfect!"

She followed my every move, hanging onto my every word, and nodded along with a joyful expression.

"I can't believe you've already thought about it," she admitted.

"Come here," I said, waving my hand for her to join me. She did and I wrapped an arm around her waist, stopping before the window. "You see that?"

"The perfect view," she realised, eyes wide as they took in the view of the garden, which I planned to show her next. "It's beautiful."

"You can paint everything there," I said with a nod. "The trees. The flowers. And this place isn't far from the train station, so we can take some day trips, too."

She leaned into my side gratefully. "Y/N, I love it. All of it."

My heart fluttered as she said that, it being all I wanted to hear.

"We can also get the coop for the chickens you wanted," I reminded her, before pointing out the window. "Right there. We'll get fresh eggs and they're cute – what's not to love?"

She pulled apart, arms still laced around me, and I waited to see what she thought. Her eyes twinkled in the sunlight coming from the window, matching the smile on her lips. Then she moved forward quickly, kissing me hard and leaving me no chance to react before she pulled away.

"I have no words," she said softly, caressing my cheek. "I'm so grateful."

My face was warm as I smiled shyly. "I'm glad. You know I'd do anything for you."

Her smile widened as she leaned in again. "Thank you."

Moving in with her was the best thing to happen to me, and my dream of being published had come true, so that was saying a lot. We both knew we could never get married and be together in public, but this was the next best thing. We had our own little slice of heaven to merely be, and it was perfect. She could paint as much as she liked and I could write as much as I liked, the two of us making a living and not having to rely on husbands we didn't love.

The only people who knew about the truth of our relationship was Steve. I knew I could never trust my family with the truth, knowing liking women was very different to becoming a writer. So, I was content with them living in denial about why Wanda and I lived together. Wanda was the same with her parents, but it was a few months into moving in when she decided she wanted to tell Pietro.

I was obviously hesitant, since Pietro was a standup guy, the reason I was even as successful as I was, but I wasn't sure if he'd be okay with discovering his sister liked women and I was the one she was with. Wanda was certain he'd understand though, since he was her twin and would only want the best for her. Plus, according to her, he loved me, so he wouldn't have a problem with it.

He was her twin at the end of the day, and nobody knew him better than her, so I trusted her to tell him and decided we could do it at dinner, inviting both him, Steve and Peggy over. Peggy didn't know about Wanda and I either, but I wanted to tell her, so we decided to do it together...

"We've been here three times and it still makes me jealous how peaceful it is," Peggy complimented as the five of us sat around the kitchen table. "No annoying neighbours. No nosy townspeople. It's perfect."

"Thank you," Wanda said with a friendly smile. "That's why we love it, too."

"Are you all finished?" I asked, standing up to grab mine and Wanda's plates.

"Oh, please, let me help," Pietro offered, about to stand up, but I shook my head.

"It's okay, I've got it," I politely declined, before stacking the plates together to take to the sink.

I glanced at Wanda and she gave me a knowing look before clearing her throat and looking to her brother.

"Piet, can you help me with something in my studio?" she asked him casually. "There's a lightbulb I can't quite reach."

He nodded and wiped his face with his napkin. "Er, sure." He looked to everyone else. "If you'll excuse me."

The two of them left the kitchen, leaving me with Steve and Peggy. I distracted myself with putting the plates in the sink before popping the kettle on, knowing they'd want tea.

"Dinner was lovely, Y/N, thank you for tonight," Steve started, easing the tension he knew I was feeling. I'd told him my intentions before inviting them and he was completely okay with the idea. "You and Wanda seem to be more and more comfortable every time we come here."

I leaned against the counter as I smiled gratefully at him, knowing he was giving me an opening to tell Peggy the truth.

"Yeah, we are," I said, eyes flickering to Peggy's as she watched on with interest. "We, er..."

My mouth went dry as the words I'd practiced in the mirror this morning escaped me. I'd only ever told Steve about Wanda and I, and that was by accident. I knew Peggy wouldn't judge me, but it was still terrifying to admit.

"Y/N, sweetie, are you okay?" Peggy asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

I nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes, sorry..." I just had to say it. No more overthinking. "Wanda and I are together. As more than more friends. I'm in love with her."

Peggy raised her brows with surprise, barely believing it, but then she glanced at Steve and knew I was being serious. I let out a breath of relief, glad that I'd finally said it.

She stood up from her seat and I was half-afraid she'd leave altogether, but she didn't. She walked to me and pulled me in for a hug, squeezing me gently.

"Thank you for trusting me with such an important thing," she said, pulling away and smiling at me gently. "I guess it makes sense. You both compliment each other well and make each other happy. It's beautiful to see."

"Thank you," I said, returning her smile. "That means a lot coming from you."

She nodded and glanced at her husband. "I take it Steve already knew."

He raised his hands in defence. "Hey, I basically figured it out myself!"

She rolled her eyes playfully and I couldn't help but laugh.

"He did," I backed him up. "And he was the only person to know, so I owe him a lot. He gave me the support I wanted when I had nobody else."

Peggy smiled endearingly at Steve before looking to me with kind eyes. "Well, now you're not alone. You have me, too."

"I know. I'm glad."

"Does anybody else know? Or is it just Steve and I?" she asked hesitantly.

"Just you two," I explained. "My family would never understand. Especially with Wanda and her history with my brother. Same with her family. But she's actually telling Pietro about us now. I can only hope he'll take it well."

Peggy was certain as she said, "I'm sure he will."

I made tea for all of us and joined Peggy and Steve at the table as we waited for the Maximoff twins' return. Eventually, Wanda returned with her brother in tow and judging by the smile on her face, I could only hope it went well. Though I noticed the tear streaks on her cheeks and joined her side with mild concern.

"Are you okay?" I asked, grabbing her hand, but I didn't get chance to hear a response as I felt myself being lifted off the ground.

"Y/N!" Pietro exclaimed in my ear, hugging me from behind. "Welcome to the family, sestra (sister)!"

He set me down and stepped beside his sister, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and tugging her close. A grin was directed my way as Wanda's cheeks dusted pink. She was glowing with happiness, her brother's opinion mattering the most, and it warmed my heart to witness.

"I see things went well," I noticed, before smiling at Pietro. "Thank you, Pietro. It means a lot to have your support. Though you know this doesn't make me your sister, right?"

"Yet," he pointed out, making me sigh. "You know, I always suspected you had the hots for my sister, but I could never be sure."

Now it was my turn to flush with embarrassment, especially when Steve and Peggy laughed from the sidelines.

"Wanda's happiness is all that matters to me," he continued, looking to his sister with a genuine smile. "I'm glad she picked the right Y/L/N."

I chuckled awkwardly, eyes falling to a nervous Wanda. "Me and you both, mate." He laughed, patting me on the back, and I gave him an appreciative nod. "Seriously, though, thank you, Pietro. Your approval means a lot."

"No problem," he said with a shrug. "I'm always here if you need me."

"As are we," Peggy added, before looking to Wanda. "Both of you. Anything you need, ever, just let us know. It's what we're here for."

"Thank you," Wanda said for both of us, and when she looked my way, I knew she was thinking the same thing I was.

We were lucky that the most important people in our lives knew the truth about us and were supportive. We couldn't have asked for anything more.

—

As promised, after spending the morning on my manuscript and Wanda with her commission, we went into the garden to do some gardening. And by we, I meant I was doing it as she attempted to help out beside me.

"Hey, I think there's something stuck here," Wanda said, fingers stuck in a pot of soil.

"Then pull it out," I said like it was obvious, trying not to laugh.

I continued to rake the plant beds before me so I could eventually plant some vegetable seeds when Wanda's adamant voice spoke up again.

"I think you should check it out, Y/N, I can't seem to get it."

"Wanda..."

"Come on!" she insisted, and I sighed dramatically before dropping my rake and heading towards her.

Kneeling down beside her, I took a peek in the plant pot and put my hand in, rooting around until my fingers found something metal.

"It seems to be a ring," I realised, pulling it out and dusting the soil off it. "Maybe the suppliers of the soil dropped it in accidentally. Or maybe a bird dropped it in the pot without you realising..." I chewed on my lip with thought. "Huh. Well, here you go."

I gave it back to Wanda and prepared myself to stand back up, but Wanda groaned and facepalmed.

"What's got your knickers in a twist?" I asked with an amused smile.

She looked up at me through parted fingers. "It's my ring."

"How many times have I told you to stop wearing rings when we're gardening?!" I said questioningly, shaking my head. "Stuff like this always happens!"

She rolled her eyes and looked up to the sky. "Why am I in love with an idiot?"

"Wanda–"

"It's for you," she said, holding out the ring.

I furrowed my brows. "Well, why didn't you just– wait." My eyes widened as I realised what she was implying, feeling stupid for not realising sooner. "Is this– are you– huh?"

Wanda swallowed nervously before clutching the ring tightly and meeting my gaze. "I've been in love with you for a long time, you know that," she said softly, her accent thick with emotion. "The time we've spent here in our little safe haven has been the best of my life. And I... I know we live in a world that won't let us be together. But that hasn't stopped us."

My heart was hammering in my chest as Wanda offered me a small, nervous smile. We'd never talked about marriage since we were so content in our little bubble, but clearly she'd thought about it without me knowing. I guess I had, too. But I never expected either of us to do anything about it.

"I know we can never really be married, but what is marriage if not a union between two people who are in love anyway? I mean, we basically already have that." She snickered to ease her nerves, then licked her lips shakily, eyes tearing up. "I'm asking you to marry me and if you say yes, I'll know you're my wife and that's all that'll matter... so Y/N Y/L/N. Will you marry me?"

I didn't even need to think about it. Wanda was the love of my life and just like she'd said, the past three years had been the best. We could never truly be married in the eyes of the world, but she'd be my wife and that would be enough. She'd always be enough.

"Of course I will, Wanda," I answered, tears of happiness slipping from my eyes.

She raised her eyebrows. "Yes? You said yes?"

I laughed, nodding, and leaned forward to kiss her. She returned the favour, salty tears mingling between our lips, but it didn't matter because she was going to be my wife and that's all I could think about.

Our smiles broke the kiss and I wiped her tears away with my thumb before pressing another kiss to her lips.

"Here, let me put this on you," she said between laughter, hands fumbling as she tried to find mine.

I put out my hand and let her slide the ring on my finger. It was a simple silver band with a small, elegant gemstone sat on top, perfect for someone like me who didn't like anything too flashy.

"It's beautiful, Wanda, thank you," I said, smiling through my tears.

"I've been wanting to ask you for a while, but I wasn't sure you'd say yes," she admitted.

"Are you joking? Why wouldn't I?" I asked with an exploding happiness in my chest. "I'm so bloody in love with you, Wanda Maximoff."

She laced our fingers together as she nodded in agreement. "That's good. Because I'm in love with you, too."

And when she said that, it wasn't unlike anything she'd told me before. If she wasn't telling me she loved me, she was showing me in all sorts of ways. But this was different... this was the first time she'd told me as my fiancé. And then she'd soon be my wife. And it made me realise.

I'd spent so long thinking that if we were in a different life, we could have had it all. But we were getting it all now, so maybe, just maybe, this wasn't the wrong lifetime after all.

FIN.

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[z-iridest]

(A/N: Hey guys! Sooo, this is my first one shot here on Tumblr, featuring Todoroki due to a rush of creativity coming to me. The inspiration is a matchup I requested from none other than @lxvely-mha ^.^, so this little one shot is my way of saying a huge thank you! Hope you guys enjoy this piece featuring my oc [literally me XD]. Little heads up, this will be in her point of view... Feel free to request from me if you liked it ^.^)

There's three things I know for sure. One: I'm not the most confident person... Thanks to bullying I had endure most of my life, my self confidence isn't that high, especially when it comes to my body. I'm only 5 foot 4 inches tall... Mind you, I'm only an inch below average height, but my weight... not so average. I had stopped checking on it some time ago because I was scared that a much bigger triple digit number was going to pop up the next time I stood on a scale.

Two: If I ever do feel confident, it's usually when I'm either listening to music, writing or singing. I'm not exactly creative enough to write lyrics and compose the music... But, for the composing part, I don't really have an excuse due to having a music genius for a best friend. There are times I feel like Kyoka Jirou should have been my sister.... That girl knows me better than anyone else at U.A....

Three: I'm deeply and irrevocably in love with my boyfriend. It's actually pretty funny how we ended up together. We didn't actually start talking until after the Sports Festival, and Midoriya was the one who introduced me to him. Shoto Todoroki... I wasn't too open with Shoto when we first met if I'm being honest, but I found out pretty quick how interested he was in me. Everytime we had to pair up for projects and we got to choose, he always ended up making his way toward me. I swear, as soon as our friends started seeing us together more and more, it was teasing left and right from the girls. It honestly wasn't too long before I started noticing our friends starting to get us into situations where we were alone together... Hell, everyone in our class started shipping us. It all built up to when we first moved into the dorms...

Shoto and I had been in the kitchen at the same time, Kaminari and Kirishima talking amongst each other while Shoto and I were talking. I have no idea which one did it, but a sudden force knocked me forward toward Shoto. I had braced myself to hit the wall, but I felt something warmer than that under my hands. When I looked up, I realized I was in Shoto's arms, with my hands on his chest, and much to my own embarrassment, I started blushing redder than the left side of his hair. As embarrassing as the situation was, I couldn't look away from his eyes... Those beautiful, enchanting heterochromatic eyes, and those eyes... Were right... On... Me. There was this look I had never seen in his eyes before, but it wasn't bad at all... The look in his eyes almost seemed... Longing, but there was so much love behind them, I couldn't look away even if I wanted to. We had confessed at the same time, and shared a good laugh over it.

That was a couple months ago...

In the span of a couple months, we had opened up to each other a little bit more. Shoto had seen how competitive I could be first hand, thanks to the Sports Festival, he already knew how stubborn and closed off I was since it had taken me months just to open up to him a little while we were just friends. Only two days into our relationship, embarrassingly enough, he found out about my tendency to ramble... I had been talking about a day out with the girls and how much they had bombarded me with questions before training had started. When I had looked up at him, he was staring at me with the softest look on his face, his chin in his palm and his head tilted. I'm not gonna lie, I almost squealed because he looked like an attentive puppy. It was so cute!

Best part about being with Shoto? Cuddles. Oh my god, you have not lived until you cuddle with Shoto. I don't think Shoto lets even one day pass without wrapping his arms around me at least once, but hey, I'm not complaining. Whether it's cuddling in one of our rooms, hugging for a quick moment because our schedules only allow a second of us time, or Shoto wrapping his arms around me from behind while we talk with our friends, Shoto's hugs are just the right temperature for comfort, thanks to his quirk. I'm not gonna lie, I think I've messed up my sleep schedule way too many times because of how much I fall asleep in Shoto's arms. A majority of when we cuddle is usually when I'm writing. I'll be sitting on the couch, typing out a drabble or a one shot one of my readers requested (or a drabble about Shoto), and he'll just slip in behind me, put his legs on either side of me, and wrap his arms around me. He'll usually press a kiss to my temple as a way to tell me to lie back on him, which I gladly do everytime so my head ends up on his chest. He'll press kisses to my cheeks everytime he gets a chance, usually while we're cuddling. Hell, he'll pepper my face with kisses until I start giggling, and he only stops because he's too busy chuckling with me. Occasionally, I'll give him one of my earbuds and we'll listen to music together on Spotify while I write. If I'm not sleepy, that's my favorite way to cuddle...

And did I mention the cute little kisses Shoto gives me? I swear, Shoto makes it a point to kiss me at least once while we're cuddling together. But, my favorite times are when he gives me three: One on my forehead, one on the tip of my nose, and one on my lips.

But one thing's certain: I absolutely cannot be insecure around him. Oh boy, let me tell you, Shoto absolutely hates it if I even look insecure. If he catches me even looking like I'm thinking about doubting myself, he launches into the biggest lecture about how beautiful and perfect I am in his eyes. He lists everything he loves about me until I'm blushing a darker red than Kirishima's hair, and he always finishes with, "Don't ever doubt yourself, my love, because nothing can take you away from me. I will forever be your hero, your knight in shining armor. You are my princess, my greatest love, and as such, I will always come for you." As if his words weren't enough, he goes full on prince mode and kneels on one knee, pressing a kiss to the back of my hand. It makes me blush so dark everytime.

Now, if I'm ever next to him, he'll literally pull me onto his lap, and pepper my cheeks in kisses until I start giggling. As soon as I do, he gives me a tight hug and starts stroking my hair. He usually does it with his left hand, letting off just enough of his fire side to give me a comfortable warmth without burning me. He'd start humming or softly singing to me in my ear, and let me tell you.... My man can sing. He'll usually stroke my sides, my back or my hair as he sings, my head on his shoulder. Actually... That's usually how I fall asleep, being held close to my boyfriend, his soothing voice singing to me. But, even after the months of knowing him, Shoto has no idea that I can sing. I'm not as good as Jirou, who's the only one who knows about my ability to sing...

Well, one of the rare afternoons after class, Shoto had to do extra training with Midoriya and Iida, so I was left to do what I wished until Shoto got back. Since I was sweaty from hand to hand training against Ochaco, I decided on taking a shower. Once I got out, I dressed in sweatpants and a black tank top before sitting on my bed as I dried my auburn hair. I softly started humming before closing my eyes as I started to sing.

When tomorrow comes

I'll be on my own

Feeling frightened of

The things that I don't know

When tomorrow comes

Tomorrow comes

Tomorrow comes

And though the road is long

I look up to the sky

And in the dark I found,

I lost hope that I won't fly

And I sing along, I sing along

And I sing along

The chorus is when I really lost myself to the lyrics, thinking about Shoto. The song truly conveyed, in words I could never describe, how I felt about him all these months of knowing him.

I got all I need when I got you and I

I look around me, and see a sweet life

I'm stuck in the dark but you're my flashlight

You're getting me, getting me through the night

Kick start my heart when you shine it in my eyes

Can't lie, it's a sweet life

I'm stuck in the dark but you're my flashlight

You're getting me, getting me through the night

'Cause you're my flashlight (flashlight)

You're my flashlight (flashlight)

You're my flashlight

"My love, you never told me you could sing like that." I jumped at the smooth and calm voice of my boyfriend, my eyes snapping open to see him standing in the doorway of my room. My eyes widened as all the heat rushed to my face. I'm pretty sure I broke the world record for darkest blush at that point... He was leaning against the doorframe, the most adoring look on his face as he looked at me with his head tilted in that adorable as hell way. Damn it, I could never think straight when he looked at me like that...

"H-How long have you..."

"I didn't mean to intrude, my love." Shoto told me as he walked toward me as he talked. "It's just that I had heard an angel's voice singing, only to find that the sweet angel I was hearing was no one but my princess." Shoto sat down next to me and I let out a squeak of embarrassment, making him chuckle before he pulled me into a hug, putting me on his lap like he always did. I hid my face in his shoulder out of embarrassment, but he merely rubbed my back. "My love, your voice is nothing to be ashamed of... Your voice is as beautiful as you." He pressed a kiss to my temple and it wasn't long before he made me sit up and sit in front of him. He picked up my hairbrush and started gently brushing out the knots as he picked up where I left off, my voice harmonizing with his. We smiled at each other as we kept singing, Shoto pulling me back to him as he laid back with me on his chest, his arms around me. I smiled as we sang together, our eyes never leaving the other, our fingers interlaced and our voices harmonizing together. He smiled up at me when we finished singing and pressed a sweet but passionate kiss against my lips.

Maybe I had only been with Shoto for a couple months, but I finally felt complete...

With him... I was finally home.

[piers-wifey]

Lear x reader (Babys first word)

You were in the kitchen, sitting on a chair and writing a shopping list, when Lear came in. Holding your child in his arms.

"What are you doing, y/n?" he asked you curious.

"Writing a shopping list. We're out of baby food and nappies again." you mumbled. The silver haired prince just nodded and eyed his child lovingly. When you looked up and saw the gentle smile on his handsome face, you just couldn't resist the urge to smile as well.

"You know, you really should do that more often. It looks nice on you." you said. When Lear heard that, his cheeks turned red. "Oh uh t-tjanks I guess?" he stuttered. You just giggled and got up from your chair. "You're welcome." you said sweetly and gave him a loving kiss, which he returned immediately. Both of you then looked deep into each others eyes. But the moment only lasted for a few seconds, before the happy giggling of your child, eyeing both his/her parents curiously, attracted your attention.

"Seems like someone wants all the attention to himself/herself." Lear chuckled and lookedat you in amusement. You nodded and gave your child a tender kiss on the forehead. This time your baby made a very joyful squeak, which made you both laugh wholeheartedly. When you heard the silver haired prince making that noise, your heart just melted. You knew that it was very rare for the young male to laugh like that. Hearing him laughing at his babys squeaks and giggles like that, made you smile even wider. You could tell, that he had changed a lot, since your son/daughter was born. He's much more caring now and, even though he denies it every time you mention it, has become a lot softer. Especially when he's around his precious kid. He really has a soft spot for his son/daughter. You often caught him playing peek-a-boo or got your nose with him/her. Of course Lear thinks that nobody sees him doing this, and it's true. Nobody ever did. Neither Rachel nor Sawyer had seen their Master being a little goof around his kid. Nobody knew he could be like that, except for you of course. But you would never tell him that you know about it, since you know, he would literally die of embarrassment if you did.

"I love you so much y/n. You and our precious little prince/princess." Lear said and rested his chin on youe head, holding you close, while you snuggled up to him. "I love you too, Lear."

~Little Timeskip~

"I'll be back soon and don't make any trouble, okay?" you said jokingly and gave both, Lear and your son/daughter a goodbye kiss, before you left. The silverhead blushed a bit when you said that. He knew exactly what you meant by that. And it was still very embarrassing for him

Being covered in baby powder and having milk spilled all over his expensive clothes and the couch, isn't exactly what you would expect to see, when you come home after being out with your friends for a few hours, right? You could never forget Lears sheepish smile and the embarrassed look on his face, when you stood in the entrance of the living room, watching him trying to clean up the mess he had made. Of course you wondered, how this could've happened, especially after being away for only three hours. But to you, it was a hilarious sight. And as soon as you entered the room, you grabbed the camera and took a few pictures. You would later write on the backside of one of them "A day with papa"

You had promised Lear not to show those pictures to anyone, but there was no chance you would deny your friends to see this cute and funny moment. You even showed them to Rachel and Sawyer. Everyone of them, could hardly hold back a laugh. It was just too funny seeing the crown prince and future king kneeling on the floor, covered in milk and baby powder, trying to clean up everything, while his son/daughter sat on the couch, clapping and laughing. After you took a few more pictures, you helped him. But since that day, you would always look at Lear say, that you're the mother of two children.

"This time, it'll be different!" Lear says to himself and heads to the living room. He had almost reached it, when suddenly Rachel and Sawyer appeared out of nowhere.

"Oh, there you are, young Master. We've been looking for you." the dark skinner man said. The silverhead rose an eyebrow and looked questioningly at his two servants. "What is it?" he asked. Rachel took a step forward and bowed her head slightly. "It's about Team Break. We heard they're making trouble again. This time, they attacked the Champions and tried to steal their Pokémon."

The young prince narrowed his eyebrows and let out a irritated sigh. "This damn Team Break is really starting to get on my nerves!" he growled angrily, but stopped immediately, when he sensed the uneasiness of his child. He gently rocked it back and forth, trying to calm him/her, before he looked back at his two servants. "As you can see, I have to take care of the kid now. And as long as y/n isn't back, I can't go anywhere."

Both, Sawyer and Rachel understood what their boss meant with that. "Understood." The dark skinned male said, before he and the purple haired female gave a slight bow of the head and left. When both of them were gone, Lear let out a quiet sigh of relief. He knew that he wasn't completely honest with them. Of course he could've given the child into the care of another servant, but the thing is, he just don't want another person to take care of his child. Lear was absolutely sure, that both, Rachel and Sawyer were fully aware about his little lie. But on the other hand, why should he care? He's not only their boss, but also the future king. So they had to follow his orders, no matter what. And besides, he was absolutely sure, that this brat Scottie/Bettie, would've taken care of Team Break, long before he even had the chance to grab his Pokéball. So why should he even bother to go? Right now, he has better things to do, than chasing some idiots in ridiculous masks, around the island.

When Lear heard his childs babbling, he looked down. As soon as his purple eyes met his sons/daughters blue ones, he couldn't hold back another gentle smile. "Your eyes are just as beautiful as your mothers." he said softly and nuzzled him/her. And as if the child had understood its fathers words, he/she started to giggle and tried to 'say' something in baby language. Hearing the happy babbling of his baby, gave Lear an idea. He quickly went to the living room. When he entered said room, he headed to the couch and sat down. His kid soon stopped its babbling and looked at the silverhead witj big, curious eyes. After a last, bery careful look at the entrance to the room, Lear started to speak. "Let's surprise mommy, okay?"

The baby tilted its head slightly, not knowing what the words, his/her father said, meant.

"Well, since your trying to speak, let's teach you your first word."

The child started to laugh. His/her eyes full of delight.

"Okay, now listen very carefully. Say Papa."

Again, the child just giggled and babbled something, Lear couldn't understand. "Hey hey, try to focus little one. You're a prince/princess."

But since the baby didn't knew what a prince/princess was, he/she just kept laughing and squeaking.

"No no, say Papa." Lear said, even though he was more laughing than speaking.

~Small Timeskip~

The young prince had no idea, how long he was sitting here, trying to teach the baby to say Papa. A brief look at the clock then told him, that it must've been at least two hours. Lear raised his eyebrows. It really surprised him, that he had the patience to sit here for two hours, trying to teach his kid his/her first word. Every person, Lear included, was aware of the young prince's lack of patience. Especially when he had to repeat himself more than two times. But around his son/daughter, he was completely different. Gentle, soft spoken, patient, even a little goofy and most importantly, loving and caring.

"Come on, say Papa. I know you can do it!" the young, silver haired man said encouraging.

"Da..." The little boy/girl tried to imitate the sound his/her father had made.

"Yes almost. Do it again, say Papa."

The child tilted its head again. "Da...Da..." There was a short pause, before the baby tried it again. Lear just smiled. "You're doing great! Come on, one more try. Pa-pa."

Lear could see, that his kid wanted to say it again, but he /she was interrupted by a huge yawn.

"Huh, seems like someone's tired." he said, sounding a bit disappointed. The baby yawned again.

"Okay little prince/princess, time for your nap." he said gently and picked him/her up. As soon as Lear held his child in his arms, he/she buried his/her face into his chest. When the young prince entered the childs room, he turned on the nightlight and headed to the crib. Before he put his child into it, he gave him/her a very tender kiss on the forehead.

"I love you so much, my sweet little prince/princess. I know that I'm not the best father, but I'm really trying my best. And I promise you that I, as long as I'm here, will do everything, to protect you from any harm!" he promised and gave his child another loving kiss. After he had put his son/daughter carefully into the crib, he gently touched the sleeping babys cheek. This made the little one smile.

"Dream well, my precious little boy/girl." he whispered, before he turned to the entrance. The silverhead had almost reached the door, when heard something. It was his childs sleepy voice. Lear had to listen very carefully to hear it, but when he realized what his son/daughter had said, he could feel a wave full of pride and joy rushing through his body. A big smile appeared on his face.

~And another Timeskip~

"Lear, I'm back." you called. The silverhead, who was in the kitchen, came out to greet you with a sweet kiss.

"Hello love." he then said. You noticed that big, shit eating smile on his face immediately. Wondering what could possibly made him grin like that you asked: "What happened? Why are you smiling like that?"

But the only answer you received was another kiss. Confused by that, you returned the kiss. After you two were done, you asked again. This time he just looked at you. His purple eyes filled with pride and pure happiness.

"Our son/daughter said his/her first word." he told you. You gasped and looked at him, as if he had said something funny.

"Our baby did what?"

Lear grinned and hugged you tightly. "You heard right, our baby just said his/her first word."

Your eyes are starting to tear up a little. "What was it?" you asked.

Lear released you from the hug and looked deep into your eyes. Smiling proudly he said. "It was Dada."

A/n: This fanfic was inspired by a Hc from pokemon-fluff-and-headcanons. Check out his/her blog if you haven't done it yet. His/her works are truly amazing and super sweet. :3

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