#ROMANTIC MOMENTS

[onscreenkisses]

Do you believe the best foundation for love is friendship?

BRIDGERTON Season 3 Trailer + Polin moments

[eyeoftheeagle]

I think the red card 😊 🥰🩷🩷

[marinawoznjuksworld]

[aventurineswife]

Under the mistletoe with all the obey me brothers? 🤭

Love, Laughter, and Mistletoe

Tags: Lucifer x Reader, Mammon x Reader, Leviathan x Reader, Satan x Reader, Asmodeus x Reader, Beelzebub x Reader, Belphegor x Reader, Obey Me Brothers x Reader (seperately), Mistletoe Moment, Holiday Special, Early Christmas Fluff, Romantic Moments, Surprise Kisses, Soft Side.

A/N: WHY AM I SUDDENLY GETTING OBEY ME REQUESTS OUT OF NOWHERE?! NOT COMPLAINING BUT JUST CURIOUS!! 😭😭

Lucifer

The atmosphere in the room was warm and festive, the smell of cinnamon and pine filling the air. The sound of cheerful laughter and soft music played in the background. As you looked up, your eyes caught the faint glow of mistletoe hanging above you and Lucifer.

His sharp eyes noticed the same thing at the same time, his posture straightening as he crossed his arms with a smirk.

"Well," Lucifer began, his tone cool but with a hint of amusement, "it seems the situation requires a formality, doesn’t it?"

You blinked, surprised. "What do you mean?"

"Just this once," he murmured, stepping forward, closing the small distance between you. His lips brushed your cheek for a brief, almost imperceptible moment, and his voice lowered. "Consider it a necessary gesture of goodwill. Don’t get used to it."

As quickly as he had come, he was gone, leaving you with a fluttering heart and a faint blush. It was rare for him to break his stern demeanor, but somehow, under the mistletoe, he had made an exception.

Mammon

"Wait, wait, hold up!" Mammon's voice echoed through the room as he stared up at the mistletoe with wide eyes. "You mean... we both have to stand under it?"

You were barely able to stifle a laugh as Mammon's usual confidence seemed to waver for a moment. "Yeah," you teased, stepping forward. "It’s tradition."

"I—well, then—uh..." Mammon stammered, his cheeks turning pink. "Guess it can’t be helped... M-Merry Christmas, human!" Without another word, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a quick, clumsy kiss on the cheek. "That’s what you wanted, right?"

You grinned. "It was perfect."

He puffed out his chest, trying to recover. "Of course it was! I’m the Great Mammon, after all! You’re lucky to get a kiss from me!"

Leviathan

You nearly bumped into Leviathan as you walked under the mistletoe, both of you pausing for a beat as your eyes met. The air seemed to freeze for a second, and then Levi's face flushed bright red.

"U-uh, well," he stammered, his fingers gripping his controller tighter. "I-it’s just like in those anime, right? A moment like this... should we... should we...?"

Before you could respond, he suddenly leaned forward, kissing your forehead in a shy, quick gesture. "T-That’s what they do, right? O-Only in the good romance arcs...!" He immediately hid behind his game console, muttering to himself in embarrassment.

Satan

The mistletoe hung above the two of you, and Satan's lips quirked into a knowing smile. "This seems like a situation that calls for some... poetic justice." he said, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Poetic justice?" you repeated.

He tilted his head thoughtfully. "Yes. A kiss beneath the mistletoe could be an elegant display of mutual respect."

Before you could react, he leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a gentle, deliberate kiss. "There," he said softly, stepping back with a smirk. "Perfect."

You blinked, slightly stunned, but he only smiled more. "I always appreciate the beauty in things, especially when they’re as well-placed as this."

Asmodeus

The second you walked into the room, Asmodeus spotted the mistletoe above you both. His eyes lit up with delight. "Oh! What a wonderful excuse for a kiss, darling!" He practically purred.

You didn't even have time to respond before he was pulling you close, hands sliding to your waist, his lips capturing yours in a deep, lingering kiss. "Mwah! What do you think? Was it enough to melt your heart?" he teased, pulling away with a wink and a dramatic flip of his hair.

You were still in a daze, but he simply gave you an exaggerated pout. "Ah, don’t worry. I’ll be sure to leave a bigger impression next time."

Beelzebub

Beel noticed the mistletoe overhead just as you walked past, and he blinked, confused. "Is this... some kind of tradition?"

You smiled, shrugging. "Looks like it. It’s a Christmas thing."

Without much hesitation, Beel smiled and leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "It’s not a big deal. I’m just happy to spend the holiday with you." His warm hands rested gently on your shoulders, and you could feel the sincerity in his words.

"Thanks, Beel," you said, your heart swelling with affection. "This is perfect."

Belphegor

As you looked up at the mistletoe, you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Belphegor, on the other hand, had already noticed and was lounging on the couch, eyes half-lidded.

"Ugh, another one of those holiday customs..." he sighed dramatically, not bothering to move from his comfy spot.

You rolled your eyes. "Well, come on, it's tradition. You have to—"

Before you could finish, Belphegor lazily reached out, pulling you down beside him. "Fine, fine," he muttered, catching you off guard as he kissed you, his lips soft and unhurried. "Merry Christmas, MC."

You couldn't help but chuckle as he lay back down, closing his eyes again. "I’ll do it... because it’s Christmas." he mumbled, his tone still sleepy, though there was a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

This is my second time writing it again because Tumblr didn't save it the first time 😋 sorry if the characters are bit ooc, i honestly need to study their characters more

[dinlegitsin-asikan]

@lijanaa ,m her varlık kendi dünyasına tutulurmuş 👉💞👈🌷

[deepspaceivy]

love like humans do, made by @ng_a10 via X

[fioredialabastro]

[onscreenkisses]

Aw, come on, kid. Start building some memories.

LADY AND THE TRAMP: Lady + Tramp + moments

[eyeoftheeagle]

Romantic Moments

💓😄😎😂💓

[alarwynnwhispers]

🧡 ᴜɴᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ — ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 24: ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴍᴇ 🧡

ꜰ1 x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ʟᴀɴᴅᴏ ɴᴏʀʀɪꜱ ᴀᴜ | ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ + ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ

⚠️ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:

ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ (ᴠɪꜱɪʙʟᴇ ʙᴜᴍᴘ, ꜰᴇᴛᴀʟ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ)

ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ᴇxᴘᴏꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ (ᴘᴀᴘᴀʀᴀᴢᴢɪ, ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱ, ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ)

ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴠᴜʟɴᴇʀᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ

ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ɪɴᴛᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴍᴏᴛᴏʀꜱᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ (ʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ, ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ)

ᴅᴇᴘɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏʀᴍᴏɴᴀʟ/ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ

ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʟ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ (ɪɴ-ʟᴀᴡꜱ, ᴍᴀᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀɴᴇꜱꜱ, ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴅʏɴᴀᴍɪᴄꜱ)

ᴍᴇᴅɪᴀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ

ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ (ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴇꜱ, ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇʟʟʏ)

ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ/ꜰʟɪʀᴛɪɴɢ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ

ꜱᴜʙᴛʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ ᴏɴ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ɪɴ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇꜱ

ʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴍᴇ, ᴏɴʟɪɴᴇ/ᴛᴀʙʟᴏɪᴅ ᴇxᴘᴏꜱᴜʀᴇ

Silverstone had always been special to Lando. But this time, the meaning ran deeper.

It wasn’t just the home crowd or the national anthem echoing over the starting grid. It was seeing (Y/n) step out of the paddock suite that morning, visibly pregnant, hand tucked beneath her small bump that had finally become undeniably noticeable, especially under the late morning sun.

She wore a tailored ivory midi dress that hugged her second-trimester silhouette, the soft structure flattering her new curves without hiding a thing. A papaya satin belt sat just above her bump, a quiet nod to McLaren. Her coat in muted slate blue fluttered behind her in the breeze, and her nude block heels clicked with confident calm as she made her way across the paddock.

And even from a distance, the photographers noticed. Long lenses peeked over barriers. Snaps came rapid, some capturing her brushing a hand over her stomach, others catching the moment Lando leaned in to whisper something only she could hear.

It was clear now. There wasn’t just smoke. There was proof.

She didn’t flinch. Not once.

Because after everything, she was done hiding.

The McLaren team already knew. They greeted her with respect, gentle gestures, and genuine affection. The team principal personally saw to it that she had a shaded suite, a padded chair, and water on hand throughout the day. A few mechanics made subtle jokes about keeping curious photographers away with pit tools.

"You alright?" one of the staff asked, smoothing down (Y/n)'s sleeve.

(Y/n) nodded. "Yeah. Just… trying to take it all in."

The engines roared. Lando's car zipped into position. The race began.

Every lap, she held her breath. She clutched the edge of the armrest, flinched every time a tire locked or a car clipped a kerb. It was thrilling and terrifying, and somehow still beautiful.

And around Lap 36, one of the babies kicked again. Firm, determined.

(Y/n) whispered, “You’re really watching him, aren’t you?”

By the final laps, Lando was leading. Fastest on track. Controlled. Relentless.

The crowd held their breath as he crossed the line.

P1. At home. In front of the people who raised him, and the woman carrying his future.

The cheers were deafening. McLaren’s pit wall erupted. Confetti rained down.

(Y/n) pressed a hand over her heart, the other over her bump. She couldn’t hold back the tears, relief, joy, and pride all mingled in her chest.

On the Podium

From below, (Y/n) watched as Lando stepped up to the top step, helmet off, curls damp with sweat. He lifted the trophy high as the British flag was raised and the anthem played.

And then, his eyes searched the crowd.

Found her.

He didn’t care about the cameras when he brought two fingers to his lips and blew a kiss downward, right at her. Then, with one hand flat over his chest, he pointed to her bump.

The crowd might’ve thought it was for the win. (Y/n) knew it was for them, the three of them.

Moments later, when the ceremony ended, and the podium started to clear, Lando rushed past security just for a second. The cameras snapped wildly as he reached her.

“You did it,” she whispered, stunned by the glow on his face.

He pulled her into the softest hug he could manage with the bump in between. “No, we did.”

She laughed tearfully, overwhelmed. “Don’t make me cry again.”

“You already are,” he said, thumbing away a tear and kissing her cheek. “They’re going to talk about this photo for years, you know.”

“Let them.”

Evening – Podium Dinner

The quiet garden room at the team’s private hotel was lit with soft bulbs and laughter. Champagne flutes clinked, voices buzzed low with pride, and the mood was relaxed.

(Y/n) had changed into something equally elegant: a deep emerald-green velvet wrap dress, ankle-length, its fabric rich and soft against her skin. The v-neckline framed her collarbone, and her bum, now prominent, rounded the dress’s silhouette like a gentle hill. She had swapped her heels for jeweled flats, her hair still in its graceful low bun.

Lando’s mother greeted her first, pulling her into a soft hug.

“You’re glowing,” she whispered with a teary smile. “And you look like you stepped out of a royal photo shoot.”

“She is royalty now,” Lando’s older sister Flo teased nearby. “You didn’t see the way Andrea Kimi Antonelli bowed earlier.”

(Y/n) laughed, but the teasing didn’t stop there.

Midway through dessert, the F1 rookies filtered in—Andrea Kimi Antonelli, Ollie Bearman, Isack Hadjar, Jack Doohan, Gabriel Bortoleto—like a group of honor students crashing prom.

“Ma’am,” Ollie said jokingly, bowing exaggeratedly as he passed her chair. “Permission to breathe the same air as Lando’s lady?”

Isack elbowed him. “Don’t get us banned from the paddock, man.”

Jack Doohan raised his glass toward her. “We’re terrified, in case it wasn’t obvious.”

Andrea just nodded solemnly. “She carries twin champions. We respect it.”

“You’re all ridiculous,” (Y/n) said, cheeks hurting from smiling.

“They’re not wrong,” Lando murmured at her side, lacing their fingers beneath the table.

As the dinner wound down, Lando slipped outside with her to a quiet corner of the garden terrace, where the stars flickered faintly above the trees and fairy lights strung overhead shimmered gold.

“Did today feel too much?” he asked gently, rubbing his thumb over her hand.

She leaned against his shoulder. “No. It felt… grounding.”

“You were brilliant,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. “They’ve never seen someone walk in and own the place like that.”

She looked down at her belly, gently stroking the velvet fabric. “They’re gonna grow up in this world, huh?”

“Loved. Protected. And maybe a little spoiled.”

She laughed.

Behind them, one last camera flash caught their silhouettes through the garden gate. Another blurry tabloid photo would hit the internet by morning. But for now, it was just them, Lando, (Y/n), and the steady beat of twin heartbeats between them.

To be continued... 🧡

🧡 ᴜɴᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ — ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 25: ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀ 🧡

📝 Note from the Author: Third post for today, and I have zero regrets. 😭💛 I had to get this chapter out, Silverstone magic, podiums, twin kicks, champagne, velvet dresses, and a garden terrace kiss?? I’m crying, you’re crying, we’re all crying.

This chapter was everything. Lando winning P1 at home, and pointing to (Y/n) and their bump on the podium??? That photo will go down in F1 history. The family support, the rookies being utter menaces, the quiet moment under the stars... I melted writing it all.

If this chapter made you feel like you were there, hand on your heart, please drop a 🏁 or 🧡 or 🤰🏽 down below. Let's talk about that papaya ribbon detail. Let’s talk about the garden terrace goodbye. Let's cry together.

Thank you for following, reading, screaming in the tags, and holding my hand through this fic. You're part of the story too. More soon.

With love, me (still recovering from Andrea Kimi bowing 😭)🧡

[marinawoznjuksworld]

[aventurineswife]

Slow dancing w/ Aven plz? 🥺🙏🏻

“Can we always be this close forever and ever?”

Summary: In the intimate setting of two lovers shared apartment, you and Aventurine share a slow dance, enveloped in soft music and warm light. Aventurine reveals a vulnerable side, expressing how dancing with you is a risk worth taking, leading to a heartfelt exchange about love and connection.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Slow Dancing, Romantic Moments, Intimate Setting, Vulnerability, Heartfelt.

Warnings: Kissing, Emotional themes related to vulnerability and connection

A/N: I LOVE YOU FOR THIS REQUEST ALONE!! 🤭💖 I was thinking to make the settings in the rain since it would've been more romantic but decided to just go for the living room of a shared apartment instead so you guys do not get sick <3 Keep those requests coming, I honestly love writing about them 🤭

The evening air hung heavy with warmth, a cozy embrace that filled the apartment. Soft light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting gentle patterns on the floor. A delicate melody floated in the background, its slow rhythm inviting and soothing. It was one of those rare moments where time felt suspended, where the outside world faded away, leaving only the two of you and the music.

Aventurine stood by the window, his sandy-blond hair catching the light in soft waves. He wore his usual attire—a dark green, gold-accented dress shirt that framed his frame perfectly, unbuttoned just enough to hint at a hint of mischief. The black choker on his neck added an air of sophistication, while the rolled-up cuffs of his blazer revealed his wrist adorned with rings and bracelets that glimmered in the ambient light.

You watched him, captivated by the way he carried himself, exuding charm and confidence. He was a master of risk, a player in the game of life, and yet, here he was, simply being himself. His eyes turned towards you, curiosity dancing within them.

“Care to dance?” he asked, a playful smile spreading across his lips.

Your heart fluttered at the invitation. You nodded, your pulse quickening with anticipation. As you stepped closer, Aventurine extended his hand, the warmth of his skin igniting a spark within you. You placed your hand in his, feeling the rush of electricity between you as he pulled you gently into his embrace.

As you moved to the center of the room, he guided you into a slow sway, your bodies fitting together seamlessly. The world around you melted away as you became lost in the moment. He held you close, his arm securely around your waist, while his other hand intertwined with yours.

His breath was warm against your ear as he whispered, “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

A shy smile crept onto your face as you leaned into him, feeling the rhythm of the music carry you both. Each step felt deliberate, yet fluid, as if you were navigating a dance that only the two of you knew.

“Do you remember the first time we danced like this?” he asked, a hint of nostalgia lacing his tone.

You chuckled softly, recalling the clumsy steps and laughter that had filled that moment. “How could I forget? You nearly tripped over your own feet.”

He laughed, a rich sound that sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. “It was worth it just to see you smile.”

His gaze held yours, an intensity that made the room feel even warmer. The music enveloped you both, a gentle backdrop to the unspoken connection that lingered in the air.

“Sometimes, I feel like life is just a series of high-stakes bets,” he mused, his voice low and thoughtful. “But in moments like this, I realize that some risks are worth taking.”

You tilted your head slightly, intrigued. “What do you mean?”

Aventurine's smile softened, his eyes shining with sincerity. “Dancing with you is a risk I’ll always take. It’s the only gamble I never regret.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words. The vulnerability behind his bravado revealed a side of him that few had the privilege to see. You felt a rush of emotion swell within you, and in that moment, it was as if the universe had conspired to bring you together in this small, intimate space.

As the music played on, you lost yourself in the cadence of his movements, the warmth of his body against yours, and the promise of the night stretching ahead. Aventurine spun you gently, twirling you under his arm before pulling you back into his embrace, the world outside fading into a distant memory.

“Let’s make a deal,” he said, his voice teasing yet serious. “For every dance, we share, I’ll bet a piece of my heart. And if I lose, well… I’ll just have to keep dancing until I win it back.”

You laughed softly, a rush of affection bubbling up within you. “Sounds like a risky wager.”

“Only if you’re willing to play.” His gaze locked onto yours, a challenge that made your heart race.

“I’m all in.” you replied, your voice steady.

Aventurine grinned, his eyes twinkling with excitement. As the music swelled around you, you felt a warmth spread through your chest. You were no longer just two players in a high-stakes game; you were partners, dancing to the rhythm of your own hearts.

In that moment, as the last notes of the song lingered in the air, you realized that some bets were meant to be made. And as Aventurine leaned in, capturing your lips with his, you knew you’d gladly take the risk, no matter the stakes.

[everlarksquell]

this one moment of happiness where katniss and peeta are having a picnic, he sketches her, they play that little force field game, her head on his lap and him playing with her hair, them watching the sunset together and katniss letting herself relax and accept peeta’s comment hinting to his love for her has become one of the most precious things i’ve ever read.

[kapusci]

"I'm worried" -We Live In Time (2024) / John Crowley

[onscreenkisses]

What did you mean to do back there? And why was I the only one you didn't do it to?

WICKED (Part 1): Fiyero + Elphaba + moments