#Personalized Photo Fathers Day Gift Ideas

[loforay]

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[bones4thecats]

When Their S/O Meets Their Sibling(s)

Type of Writing: Random Idea Name: When Their S/O Meets Their Sibling(s) Characters: Trey Clover, Jack Howl, Jamil Viper, and Rook Hunt Idea-Giver: Random Ideas

A/N: I named Rook's siblings after the pieces of a chess-game as a headcanon! (btw they’re french names)

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🧁 Trey loves his family so much, and he really wanted you to love them just as much as he did, as they’re basically his whole world

🧁 So, when he received a message from his mother stating that they would be dropping by for a couple days for a small break from the family business, much to both his joy and nervousness

🧁 He was nervous that maybe his family wouldn’t like you or you wouldn’t like his family. And if it was the latter, he really didn’t want to break your heart…

🧁 You stood beside him outside of Heartslabyul as he put his phone away, he had read a message from his father saying they had just arrived and were coming to his dorm

🧁 Gripping his hand tightly, your smile made him sigh and kiss the hand holding his with such care and devotion. You really were perfect. How could they not like you?

🧁 As he spoke to his parents as you played with his younger siblings, his sister smiling as you gave her a small rose-spun flower crown as his brother messed around with a little set of toy vehicles you had gotten for Grim to mess with while Yuu busied himself

" I must admit, Trey. I’m surprised how amazing your S/O is handling those two. " " I agree with your mother. They seem so… content with them around. Unlike their last babysitter. I’ve never seen someone so happy to leave. "

🧁 Trey stared at you with his parents and smiled gently, he even had to admit, it was surprising how good you were holding them together. Normally the person watching them would be on the couch rethinking their life-choices, but not you…

🧁 And before his family left after the two days of vacation with their son, hearing his siblings ramble about how amazing you were as they held tiny gifts you had made them, he knew you were the one

🧁 He can’t wait to see your reaction after graduation day

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🐺 He really wanted you to meet his family. To a beastman of his kind, family is everything. They raised you and gave you a chance at life for crying out loud!

🐺 His family and his are very close, and that is shown multiple times throughout your relationship. The way he would smile gently when looking at the photos on his camera roll that contained his grandparents, parents, and younger siblings made your heart swoon

🐺 Because of how close he was with you and how close he was with his family, he was very happy when the ‘Family Day’ was announced to happen

🐺 He immediately had sent an email to his parents with the note that he wanted them to meet you, who was his new S/O, and hopefully his only one

🐺 When they had arrived, their tails all wagged as they hugged, you just smiled as your family walked away to speak to another one of your close friend’s parents, who were visiting him for the next few days to help with P.E. classes while Vargas was away

🐺 His siblings had gotten bored and pulled you away from their older family members, asking you if you had anything fun to do, much to your enjoyment

" Y/N! Lookie what I made! It’s a drawing of you, grandma, grandpa, papa, mama, and big brother! " " Oh, that looks so cute, sweetie. "

🐺 Jack smiled as you gently held the drawings that his younger sister and brother made of you and his family, and once his mother and grandmother caught a glace, they couldn’t stop complimenting how good you looked alongside their son, much to his embarrassment

" You know, your son did a good job picking an S/O. " " I know. Honestly, I figured he’d go for a meat-head. Oh, how wrong was I? "

🐺 His tail wagged slightly as he overheard his grandfather and father speaking to one another, they really liked you? Now he knew for certain that you were a keeper

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🐍 Jamil did not want to deal with his sister coming to Night Raven College, since she was known to be quite hard for him to handle, especially with Kalim there

🐍 When his sister did shoot him a text saying that she was just a couple minutes from school grounds and was planning on coming over after the day was over to see her brother, he groaned and asked her not too

🐍 Unfortunately, she was very stubborn, much like her brother. Not that he admits it

🐍 She did send him a small message saying that she wanted to meet his supposed S/O as well, but he had gotten busy keeping Kalim from jumping from his balcony and onto his magic carpet, so he had no chance to actually read the message

" Y/N! It’s so good to finally meet you. Let me just say my brother doesn’t stop talking about you over summer, it’s gotten annoying. "

🐍 Jamil watched with wide eyes and flushed cheeks as his sister and Kalim began discussing how much Jamil talked about you after your first year’s summer, revealing just how much he admired you back then until current day

" Okay! Let’s not keep this going, it seems that Jamil is flustered~ " " Shut up… "

🐍 Najma smiled and pat her brother’s shoulder with a laugh as she grabbed your hand and dragged you around Scarabia as Jamil followed you, her, and Kalim

🐍 He watched as you would smile and try keeping the two energetic people calmer than usual, thank goodness you had just as much patience as him when it comes to this kind of thing

" My older brother always raves about your eyes, saying they looked like the night and day’s sky, comparing the sun to the sparkles your eyes contain. He’s so cheesy! " " Right? I heard him talk about their selflessness with so much happiness that I thought he was another person! " " Alrighty then! Let’s calm ourselves, I don’t want Jamil erupting like a volcano… " " Aw! They care so much about you, brother! How sweet. "

🐍 The blush on his cheeks erupted at how calm you acted with him, you cared about him that much? Normally whoever discusses with his sister just agree that he’s an oddball

🐍 You really are an amazing person, huh?

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🏹 Rook adores his siblings, both older and younger, very much

🏹 They are fairly similar to him when it comes to personalities, but they are quite different in their own unique ways, his oldest sibling, Leroy (King), for example loves to take photos instead of watch for a while like Rook

🏹 When he received a letter from one of his oldest younger sibling, Chevalier (Knight), saying that they were going to come by and visit him, he smiled and told you immediately, asking if you would care to meet his family

🏹 You just smiled and nodded at his enthusiasm, you knew he cared for his siblings and you very much, so you understood why he wanted you guys to meet badly

🏹 Hugging you from behind as he pressed his hat on your head to protect you from the sun’s strong rays, Rook’s signature smile seemingly was twice as large as he awaited the arrival of his multiple family members

" Rook! "

🏹 Turning around from the bench, Rook laughed with a booming sound as his three younger siblings, Chevalier, Évêque (Bishop), and Pionne (Pawn), jumped into his arms as his older ones, Leroy and Reine (Queen), stood and chuckled

🏹 Reine looked at you and pushed her hair behind her ear as he embraced you. This didn't surprise you, you predicted that all of the Hunt siblings were very affectionate and bold with their actions

" It is a delight to meet you, Y/N! Our brother sends us letters about you constantly! I must admit, it’s sweet to read how kind you are with our unique brother. "

🏹 Hearing that made your heart swoon as Rook nodded and smiled sweetly at his younger siblings, patting their heads as they showed him photos of things they had either caught or had made during the past few days

🏹 He is unique like they say, but he’s your kind of unique, and you wouldn’t change him for the world… despite Grim’s many protests while Yuu holds him back…

🏹 That cat was gonna be the death of you…

[wickedfreakho]

You and Eren just moved into the city. The streets are busy as cars rush by, trying to get absolutely nowhere, buildings stand tall and block out certain areas of sunlight.

It's fairly nice in the heart of the city. You've had a bit of city girl in you, having traveled to the city with your parents from a small town just a few miles away.

Eren on the other hand was from the country and lived on a farm with his parents. He rarely ever visited the city unless it was to get a surprise gift for mother's day or tools that his father needed when it came to harvesting crops.

You both decided to move to the city for better job opportunities, especially since you had plans to travel the world in the future. But for now, you guys had to focus on getting and saving up the money for that.

Eren worked at an environmental justice company that helped brainstorm ideas to fix climate change while fundraising and putting in the action. You worked as a nursing assistant at a local clinic close to your apartment.

You loved your job, your apartment, your life in the city. It was quite enjoyable, especially with Eren around. When you guys both came home from work in the later afternoon, all you guys wanted to do was cuddle and soak in each other presence.

The apartment was modest, nestled in a charming brick building that has seen generations come and go. The apartment wasn't too small or too big, but just right for the both of you. There were still cardboard boxes that needed to be unpacked such as old books, personal documents, photographs and decorative items; but the important things were set up.

Today, the both of you were unpacking the rest of everything so that your apartment could take a sense of home. Eren picked up the heavy cardboard box labeled "books" and carried them over to the large white shelf closest to the balcony of the apartment.

You on the other hand, pushed the box labeled "family photos" over to the same shelf. Eventually, organizing the two to blend the both of your backgrounds and start to create a unique tapestry in this new chapter of your lives.

"Oh I have something to show you by the way" Eren exclaimed all of a sudden, his eye sparkling. Curious, you followed him out to the small balcony that overlooked the city's skyline. Eren unveiled a series of potted plants he's been nurturing overtime. "I thought we could start a small garden here on the balcony..it's not much but it's a start"

Smiling like an idiot in love, you were so touched by the gesture as you stood closer to Eren. You never noticed this, so it was a shocking surprise. "I love it! It's so perfect, thank you Ren." You looked up at him then down to his lips. It's like he read your mind when he pulled you into a gentle kiss.

The softness of his lips against yours lightened your soul. The kiss conveyed all the unspoken words and emotions you shared. It was a kiss filled with warmth and promises. A silent pledge of love as your hearts synced with the rhythm of your shared, intimate moment.

BITCH I ATE THIS SO BADD LMFAOOO anyways it look me a fkn while to find the time to write this but i hope you guys enjoy it a little. lmk if there's any grammar mistakes that need to be fixed even though i proof read.

@ wickedfreakho , pls don't copy, translate, or repost my work without my permission babes <3.

[yuly]

I desperately need a part 2 to the “that’s Hotchner to you, agent” plz plz plz 🙃

→ hi lovely anon! ask and you shall receive! cw: only fluff I promise!

Aaron Hotchner x genderal neutral reader 

Always Aaron to You

Aaron is not a person who gives his trust easily. Once his trust has been broken, he clams up like a shell and prying that open might cost you a couple fingers. It's been a month now and you are willing to do whatever it takes for him to even look in your direction again. You miss your Aaron, your cuddle buddy, your confidant, your man. Because your words caused him this much pain and undid all the work the two of you have done to get him to express his feelings and be open, you have to think of a way to get him to see and hear just how sorry you are. With Valentine's Day coming up, you decide to use that to your advantage. If he throws it back in your face, you would take it in stride and leave him alone for good, this was your last shot. 

Aaron is not a shopping fanatic and he's not the easiest to buy gifts for, you know that he does everything in life for the people he loves, so you decide to take a page out of his book and pray it goes well.

He comes home absolutely exhausted, the case was long, the jet lag severe, and the whole precinct annoyed him to no end. Worst of all, he had to spend yet another day pretending to be angry with you when all he wanted was for things to go back to normal. But his pride was hurt so he kept the act up. As he made his way to the doorstep, Aaron thought of all the non-work related things he needed to get done this weekend and he let out an exasperated sigh. Being a single father with his work schedule was exhausting, to say the least. Aaron hated asking for help, but he so desperately needed to get some rest this weekend. As he entered his apartment, he toyed with the idea of swallowing his pride and maybe asking Jessica for a favour. 

Aaron was surprised to find Jack running about the apartment, stuffing a suitcase with clothes, toys and other odd bits.

“Dad! Guess what! I’m going to the Star Wars all-weekend exhibit with Jessica and cousins!!!!” Jack rambled excitedly, nearly foaming at the mouth. Apparently, Jessica was lucky enough to get her hands on some of the last tickets at the very last minute.

“I hope you don’t mind me whisking him away so last minute, I’m sorry if you had plans together or-”

“No, no, not at all actually. Thank you, Jess. It's been a long week I actually could use a weekend in, I owe you.” She smiled and swatted him away. Aaron wondered how his silent prayers of a quiet weekend were answered so quickly.

The next day, Aaron got an email reminding him of a golfing event he apparently booked in advance in the city. Aaron was confused, having no relocation of signing up, bet there was the receipt, from a month ago, under his name and credit card. He had actually been looking forward to going for a while now and must’ve forgotten about signing up. He spent the day catching up and flexing his skills in front of old friends. As he looked over the green hills and admired the view, Aaron got a text from Jessica, a photo of Jack and his cousins having an absolute ball at “stars wars land” as he called it, much to Jack’s dismay. He quickly saved the photo and sent her a thank you text back. At that moment, as the sun smiled down on him from its midday spot in the sky, Aaron felt content and happy, he felt lucky and again, he silently questioned how and why this weekend seemed to only get better. It was almost perfect, save for the small part of him that yearned for you.

When Aaron returned home that evening to find a bouquet of pink and white flowers, he was immediately on high alert. He cleared the area, and scanned the object carefully, only entering his home once he was certain everything was ok. He disarmed the alarm system and quietly closed the door behind him. He went through every square inch of the home, only relaxing when he successfully cleared the premises. He turned his attention to the bouquet of flowers, shades of pink and white staring back at him. He set them down on the kitchen counter, shifting his focus to the small card in the center.

“Agent Hotchner, please accept these as a token of my apology. 

The pink hydrangeas symbolize my regret over my words and actions toward you. I hope the optimism of the lily of the valley can bring a rebirth in our friendship, and that the pink peonies bring you good luck, maybe they can be the angel that silently answers your prayers.

- Agent L/N.”

Aaron is taken aback, he honestly cannot remember a time in his life when he received flowers in such a loving gesture. It flusters him as he’s unsure how to place this emotion that was nagging at his chest. The last line makes the cogs in his brain spin and his heart race. Could it be possible that this weekend was your doing? Or was the sweet gesture getting to his head.

“Aaron, is everything ok?” He could hear the kids laughing in the background.

“I need to know where did you get the tickets from”

After a bit of resistance, Jessica confesses that you had gifted them the tickets. She insisted that it was simply a kind gesture and pleaded with Aaron not to say anything.

Within 15 minutes, Aaron is at your doorstep with the flowers in hand.

“Aar-Agent Hotchner?”

“You bought those tickets for Jack didn’t you?”

Your gaze shifts to your feet, unsure how to read his flat tone and fearing the worst.

“Yes.”

“And the golfing, you signed me up for it didn’t you?”

You look up to meet his eyes now, honey-coloured orbs that make your knees weak. His expression is difficult to read but his tone is soft. 

“Thought I’d make it up to you, show you how sorry I am.”

His heart aches at how docile and unsure you sound. He lifts your chin up to meet your eyes once again and spares you a smile, “you are my light at the end of the tunnel, I hope you know that.”

A shy breaks across your face, the warmth of his words wrapping around you snugly. 

“Hotch-”

“Aaron, always Aaron to you, Y/N. I love you”

You nuzzle into his chest, relieved that this long and drawn-out fight between you is finally over. Something clicks and the final piece of the puzzle has found its place as harmony is restored between you and Aaron.

“I love you, Aaron.”

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Tagging:

@michasia24 @hizzielover @shamelessfangirl-3 @lilozg-123 @daily-evanstan  @justarandommom @hausofwhores

[afterthegreatunknown]

asoue au: gregor doesn't exist.

hector and ike anwhistle joked when they were little about their imaginary older brother name gregor. they picked gregor because it works with their naming scheme: g-h-i. they gave gregor the interest of fossils (mainly trace fossils) and of mycology. they gave him an unpredictable personality; one moment he can be a bully to them, the next moment he's their best friend in the world.

after they got recruited, they joked to other neophytes one day about how their older brother never got recruited properly due to being away at a boarding school in the middle of the hinterlands and is more or less exempted from the training they went through.

only one person got the joke, remembering it was april fools day. so everyone in their generation sincerely believes that gregor anwhistle exists. hector and ike being kids at the time, continue the joke. they show letters gregor wrote them and gifts he sent them. in reality hector wrote them in a messier handwriting style so no one traces it back to him, and ike used his allowance to buy items that gregor would send the two they would like or of gregor's own interests.

(beatrice being around the same age as her second cousins, accept the idea that gregor is an anwhistle she never met, for she doesn't visits the anwhistles that often per-recruitment; though once in awhile beatrice thinks otherwise. jacques and kit are more certain on the idea that gregor doesn't exist, but memory is a funny thing; they want to give the benefit of the doubt that they met gregor once but forgotten him after he went to boarding school.)

when their associates decided that they need to meet gregor properly, hector and ike and realize maybe the joke is going far. but they didn't stop, instead of taking steps to delay said proper meeting, saying that gregor is very busy, but he would try to contact them through means that isn't letters. hector called in phone booths, or made recordings in a deeper voice than usual, with an accent that their father uses. ike took photos of himself in elevated shoes (for gregor is 'taller' than hector and ike) from behind, or obscure his face by any means possible, in clothes that ike (and hector) would never wear.

the joke nearly blew up in their face, when beatrice, kit, and jacques ran into ike, scouting a location for another photo shoot. the three pushed ike to introduce gregor. luckily for ike, it was evening and hector was around; hector put on his gregor voice and the gregor shoes and clothes to become gregor; hector also wore a mask around his face, the excuse being to lower the chance of getting sick.

and the three bought it completely. their meeting of gregor spread to their other associates (sans josephine; she was the one who got the joke back then, and while she didn't support hector and ike continuous joking, didn't stop them either). soon, the others were meeting gregor in the same circumstances: in the evening, with gregor wearing a mask with ike or hector present (on occasion ike takes over to avoid suspicions, though he talks very little due to poorly copying hector's gregor voice and thus tries not to let anyone know).

the visits were heard by their parents, as well as other older volunteers. with the joke now known to older generation, hector and ike feared the lecture of the century, as well the order of telling everyone the truth.

but as it turns out, they couldn't.

their parents and the others older volunteers learned someone in their generation created a plan. a dangerous plan to stop the other side, and end the schism after all. their plan? create a deadly fungus.

and mycology is after all, an interest of gregor.

so the joke continued on, much to hector and ike's dismay. they didn't like gregor being the figurehead of the project with other scientists working with him, with beatrice and bertrand joining in later in creating the antidote. they didn't like how gregor became more unpredictable, wanting the project to succeed despite it being so dangerous that kit wrote to gregor to warn him with a thin threat in her letter.

it's a letter hector tried to response too, but he never got past drafts of letters and scripts to make a recording on or make as a proper phone call. it's a letter ike tried to response too in person, but he could never face kit when in his gregor clothes and shoes.

both hector and ike felt that maybe things would be better if gregor was better off dead.

so imagine their surprise and horror when anwhistle aquatic was burnt to the ground, with all but one body being account for: gregor. as such, during gregor's funeral, there was no casket to be bury. just a blurry photo of him from behind shown.

hector and ike after leaving the funeral, thought they could finally be a peace. both are now away from the city; hector is now living in the village of fowl devotee, while ike is married to josephine at last and lives over lake lachrymose with her in a house that is theirs.

but they aren't at peace. the guilt of their joke having a life on its own, a life that was killed by outsiders, haunts them. both hector and ike wonder at times if karma, if it exists, will get to them.

(ike being the first brother to go by the leeches as hector thinking maybe.)

(hector's not-so-chance reunion with kit and widdershins out at sea has hector thinking very likely)

(hector's no-way-in-hell survival of the great unknown has hector thinking yes, especially when considering who he survived with.)

[libraryofloveletters]

holiday extravaganza 2023!

hi besties!! those of you that have been around for a while now that the holidays are my favourite time of the year; christmas, new years, and my birthday. 

so in honour of my favourite season, I bring to you; the holiday extravaganza 2023.   

it's a bit different this year, I've picked out prompts and drivers/players that are attached to each. they are meant to be blurbs so they vary in length but aren't very long :) - I hope you guys enjoy these as much I did! - as always, thank you to @diorleclerc the beautiful banner :)

running from: December 20th to December 29th. // 4-5 blurbs a day :)

tagged under: holiday extravaganza blurbs 23

December 20th

Sebastian Vettel - The Right Way To Do It 

Sebastian is the most meticulous person you've ever met in your life, and yes, that also translates to Christmas tree decorating.

Rodri - Don’t Fall

It was safe to say the man who comes from sunshine had yet to ice skate in his life. You made it your mission to change that; he was in Manchester,  after all.

Carlos Sainz Jr - Always You 

The infamous Sainz Christmas party. Every year your parents dragged you along and you only went to see one person. Your motives for going haven’t strayed despite growing up.

John Stones - Sing It With Me

John’s Christmas parties were famous for being crazy and unhinged, much like their host himself; because who else would end up drunk on a table, singing Christmas carols?

Jack Grealish - Made For You

His favourite time of the year; when you suggested the idea of matching pjs, Jack was all over it.

December 21st

Aaron Ramdale - Messy 

Aaron can’t help himself when he comes home from training and finds you baking Christmas cookies.

Mick Schumacher - Say Cheese  

Angie, much like her human father, hated to sit still for photos. Imagine the struggle to get both Schumachers to sit for a holiday card.

Paulo Dybala - Sweet Like Candy 

You had started making holiday treat bags for your class with the help of your boyfriend, who seems to be puzzled by the long curved candy you put in the bags.

Charles Leclerc - Stuff It

Charles goes a bit over board seeing that it’s your first Christmas with him, as his girlfriend that is. He revives an old tradition you two had as children.

Max Verstappen - Gimme A Smooch 

He was never one to indulge in things like mistletoe but since he begun to date you, he didn’t have much of a choice. 

December 22nd

Lewis Hamilton - The Art Of Wrapping

As he does every year, the house is filled with shopping bags and Lewis struggles to wrap all of his gifts. This year, he has a secret weapon; you.

Christian Pulisic - A Solid Foundation 

You and Christian have a contest to see who can build the best gingerbread house. Safe to say, you both went a little overboard

Kevin Magnussen - Something Doesn’t Taste Right 

Your husband convinces you that he knows how to make eggnog, no need to buy it from the store. His father’s recipe is the best of the best.. that’s if Kevin can figure it out.

Yuki Tsunoda - A Sweet Treat

Over your years at Alpha Tauri, you developed a habit with your driver; a sweet treat left behind as a peace offering when something went wrong. This time, Yuki was the one leaving the sweet treat.

Fernando Alonso - Wrapped Up 

Yet again, Fernando has forgotten to buy his Christmas gifts but there’s only one person that he cares to get something for.

December 23rd

Pierre Gasly - The Christmas Market 

You were missing home quite a bit and Pierre decides to indulge in one of your favourite holiday traditions.

Jenson Button - Jingle Bells 

The kids are convinced that they hear the bells on Santa’s sleigh, and Jenson is the exact same way. 

Darwin Nunez - Burnt 

Darwin suggests you host a dinner party at your place for a few of his teammates before you all head out for the holidays. He seems to have underestimate how much work goes into said party.

Son Heung-Min - Rudolph, The Red Nose Reindeer 

The winter fair was in town and Sonny decides that you two should go pay the reindeers a visit, because that’s what Santa would want.

December 24th

Jude Bellingham - A Visit To Santa

Jude decides now that you two are back home in England to take his brother to do the one thing they always did as kids; visit Santa.

Virgil Van Dijk - Holiday Oopsies

A snowstorm hits Liverpool and Virgil decides it would be good to take the kids to the park. Even with a warning from you, someone ends up in the hospital on Christmas Eve.

Daniel Ricciardo - Holiday Tunes

He insists on making a playlist for the holiday party, picking the worst possible songs on the planet.

Ibrahima ‘Ibou’ Konate - Movie Stars 

Ibou decides it would be a good idea for you two to make a vlog over the holiday break, just so he can keep his teammates updated.

Ruben Dias - The Lights Shining Down On You 

The people of Manchester love Christmas, just as much as you do. Ruben makes it his mission to ensure that you get to see every single Christmas display there is to see.  

December 25th

Antonie Griezmann - Glues Sticks and Pom Poms 

Every year since moving to Atletico, his girls have helped him to make Christmas cards for his teammates; this year was no different. The three of them covered in glitter, glue and pom poms.

Dominik Szoboszlai - I Spy With My Little Eye

This Christmas was different. Dom made you work for your gift rather than giving it to you; following the clues through the neighbourhood to your final gift.

Erling Haaland - Moo-rry Christmas

Erling insists that Santa has to get cookies and milk for his journey to Norway. Now where you got that milk? Erling the Farmer was on the job.

Trent Alexander Arnold - Christmas With The Robertsons 

Andy and Rachel have a holiday date night and call their two favourite people in the world to come babysit for them; auntie y/n and uncle trenty.

Andrew ��Andy’ Robertson - Bumps and Bruises 

You convince your boyfriend that it’d be perfectly safe to go down the massive hill.. except it wasn’t.

December 26th

Jordan Henderson - Chocolate Doors 

Jordan buys your children a Christmas advent calendar, but they don't exactly understand the concept.

Jobe Bellingham - Must Watch 

His training took over most of his time so now that he was on break, you insisted you two do nothing but laze.

Yassine Bounou - The Mystery Gift

The Sevilla players have a tradition of playing secret Santa amongst themselves. You're a bit confused when a gift ends up on your desk.

Achraf Hakimi - Unwrapped

Kylian invites a few friends over to celebrate Christmas with him and his family. You can't quite remember what happened the night before you know you don't remember the events leading up to this morning.

December 27th 

Sergio Ramos - Christmas Cookies 

The kids insist Santa must get cookies when he drops off his present. Sergio make sure they know that Santa stopped by during night.

Pato O’Ward - Roll Over

Home for the holidays and cooped up inside due to the rain, both puppies and Pato go a little stir crazy.

Sergio ‘Checo’ Perez - Work Place Friendly 

RedBull hosts their annual holiday party, everyone sprawled out through the factory and you two ? Well.. that was a different story.

Thiago Alcantara - A Countdown To Midnight

Thiago insists on a new way to do the new years kiss, because waiting hours for one kiss wasn’t good enough.

Richarlison - A Brazilian Christmas

Rich stays in London for the holidays but he’s feeling bit home sick. You try your best to work with what you’ve got to cheer him up. 

December 28th

Kylian Mbappe - Ho Ho Ho 

When Santa’s elves weren’t at the workshop, his niece and nephew were a bit disappoint. Uncle Kyky finds a way to cheer them up, even if it earns him a few teasing comments from you.

Kostas Tsimikas - Mountains of Snow

Kostas insists that you two should go out into the snow and make a snowman. When you say no, he uses his skills of persuasion to get you to change your mind.

Mark Webber - Snowed In 

It wasn't even his idea to go to Switzerland, and now he was stuck on New Year's Eve, in the worst place on the planet; the airport.

Esteban Ocon - Behind The Curtains 

A school boy crush on his teammate; all it takes is a few sips of liquor and a photo booth to reveal his true feelings.

Lucas Paquetá - Box It Up 

As long as it takes to put up, it comes down in half the time. Lucas doesn't understand the delicate process of re-packing your ornaments.

December 29th

Giovanni ‘Gio’ Reyna - I’m Not Wearing This 

Gio tells your aunt that he loves the sweaters she knits.  So when he's gifted one, you make sure that he wears it.

Joe Gomez - Stuck 

You and Joe take a week off before Christmas hectic-ness to go up to the cabin and relax. The last thing you expected what to get snowed in.

Marcus Rashford - The Time For Giving 

The last place you expected to bump into him was the exact place you seem to find him.

Kimi Raikkonen - New Years At Home

From partying to parents; you and Kimi celebrate your first new years with your baby girl.

Lance Stroll - Choo Choo Trains 

Uncle Lance promised his nephew a toy train and when he remembers, he scrabbles last minute to find something.

[delilaahh9]

Fictober Day 19! 🤎

My Muse - Luke Hughes

(With Jack Hughes)

October 18th, 2023

6:03pm

The start of Luke’s rookie year had been going great which helped a lot with nerves, even tho the season has just barely started he feels like a bit of pressure has been taken off of him, which allows him to go out more, do fun things and best of all, spend time with his girlfriend.

They have an upcoming roadie, so spending time with y/n is something that he has been doing frequently. He also recently bought a Polaroid camera, with a plan to make a scrapbook for her on there 2 year anniversary, which he will be away for.

Now, they sit on the beach in sweatpants and sweatshirts because of how cold it is in jersey, but it’s there favourite spot.

She seems very interested in the water, but the sky looks pretty so he pulls out the camera and takes a picture, earning her attention.

“What’s with all the photos lu” she chuckles and walks over to him.

“Your my muse” he smiles as she sits next to him.

“Your muse?” She says questioningly.

“My muse” he says again and pulls her closer to his chest, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

November 3rd, 2023

3:13 pm

Luke had been gone for 3 days already and won’t be back for 3 more, y/n hung out with her friends a lot, but she was alone in her apartment (not including Charlie (Luke’s dog but she takes him when he’s away) and she didn’t have Luke to keep her company, she also missed his scent, his warmth, so when he texted her about 15 minutes ago telling her to go to his apartment with Charlie, because he had a surprise for them.

So she put him in her car and drove the 10 minutes down the road, luckily they don’t live in the sketchy part of Hoboken anymore, so the drive was a lot less nerve wracking.

She smiled at the door lady she knows now because of how often she’s here.

“Afternoon y/n” she says with a smile and nod at her and the dog “Charlie”.

“How are you doing dolly” she asks with a big smile.

“I’m good, how about you, how are the boys doing? Playing well?” she asks.

“They’re good, they won the last 2 games, playing again tonight. Jack and Luke are probably picking at each other but they are brothers” she laughs.

“Well you tell them I said to stay out of trouble”

“Will do, bye Dolly”

“Bye Hun”

She reached his door and unlocks it, letting Charlie off the leash while spotting a blue gift bag on the counter.

The first thing she picked up out of the bag was the card, she read the cute note then placed it on the counter and looked thought the bag.

She picked up a teal box and almost dropped it when she read Tiffany & co.

“oh my goodness Charlie what did your father do” she sighs and sits down on the stool opening the box to reveal a gold necklace with a heart pendant that’s pink.

“oh Luke” she almost felt like tearing up.

Placing down the necklace, y/n picked the next thing out of the bag which is a scrapbook titled My muse.

there is so many pictures with dates and locations, if she thought she was gonna cry then, she definitely is now.

It’s almost like he knew, because she placed the book back down and he started to face time her. “Hey Baby- why are you crying” he says with worry laced in his voice.

“You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met Luke, but I hate that you spent money on me” she says through a mix of laugh and tears.

“5 dollars!” She hears Jack shout In the back and watched Luke roll his eyes.

“He bet $5 that you would say something about me buying you the necklace. Do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it” she cheers and hold it.

“I’m glad, oh Ma wants to make sure you are coming to thanksgiving”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world - oh did Jack give you my gift!” She asks now sitting on the couch with Charlie in her lap.

“oh shit I forgot about that” she heard him say.

A minute later Jack appears next to Luke and hands him the box. She had no idea if Jack was the most responsible for the gift and worried if it would make it to the Florida let alone to the prudential centre before they left.

“Oh goodness what did you get me” he asks and props up his phone so he can open it.

Inside the box was a hockey puck jelly cat, some Nike socks, a cupcake she had Jack pick up earlier and a new pair of Jordans.

“Jesus Christ y/n, oh my god I love you” He exclaims.

“Hey didn’t you get me and Quinn those for our birthdays?” Jack asks.

“And you still choose to wear those fuckinh air forces- but no, those were different- you know Jack.. did you bring your A1’s with you” she jokes, his face freezes when he realizes he didn’t have them. “Don’t touch my shoes y/n- why are you in our place a-”

“Anyway!” Luke interrupts. “We have to get ready for the game, which I hope you watch. I love you y/n . And Charlie!” He says with a sweet smile.

“Bye lu, Farwell Jackson”

[maochira]

Hello. It's been awhile since you heard from me but I enjoyed reading your works. I was wondering if you ever read Sakamoto Days. This ask is related to one of the chapters. Can you write about the father trio and Snuffy going to the mall to buy their adoptive reader a gift that they want for so long and it came out but limited. The four of them need to think of a plan to get that gift for the reader and will have to fight off against parents and grandparents who are also getting that gift. It will be like going to war on a Black Friday. Sorry if this might be complicated. Feel free to ignore this request.

Omg haven't heard from you in so long 😭 Hello!! I haven't read Sakamoto Days but this scenario sounds very fun!! I'm putting this into the NEL assistant series because in the father figure series they'd be separately and you requested them together soooo <3 (I'm still tagging people from the father figure taglist tho)

Requests open! - NEL assistant masterlist

Tags: gn!reader, reader's presents are limited edition Sanrio plushies because I love Sanrio, thanks to @mikeophone16 for giving me one of the ideas for Lavinho!!, does this count as a crackfic?

-your birthday is coming up, and the four of them have decided separately that they want to get you one of the new limited edition Sanrio plushies. Coincidentally, they met in front of the store before it opened

-realizing they all had the same idea, they come up with a new plan together. They decide they're not only going to get you a plushie of your favourite character, but instead, they want to get all of the plushies released in this series

-they already know it's gonna be hell to actually get all of the plushies because people are already waiting to get into the store although it's an hour before opening time

-their new plan is that each of them will get two plushies. Noa will get Hello Kitty and Cinnamoroll, Chris will get MyMelody and Kuromi, Lavinho will get Pompompurin and Pochacco and Snuffy will get Batz-Maru and Keroppi (A/N: If your favourite character isn't in this, replace any character with your fav!)

-there are so many other people trying to get into the store right as it opens, there's no way the coaches can get in first so each of them is trying to come up with a strategy on how they can get to the plushies quickly

-sure, all four of them can run much faster than the average person, but if there's a crowd even that won't help them much

-as soon as the store opens, it's just pure chaos and they forget about their plans. They try to get to the plushie section as quickly as possible

-Chris gets stopped midway by fans and starts taking photos with them. Then more and more fans approach him and ask for photos, and he totally forgets about the plushies

-after like 10 minutes he suddenly remembers he's actually on a mission so in the middle of a photo he runs away and tries to get to the plushie section as quick as possible

-Lavinho thinks he figured out a way to get to the plushie section quicker, but then he ends up at the opposite side of the store and has to walk all the way back

-then he sees one of those security worker uniforms somewhere and he gets a silly idea and puts it on to pretend he works there so he can get to the plushies quicker

-Snuffy sees a child who lost their parents so he helps the kid get back to them before he continues his task to get the plushies

-but then Snuffy gets stuck in a conversation with the child's parents because they're super chatty and don't stop thanking him for getting their child back. Then they continue talking and talking and Snuffy can't get away because he doesn't want to seem impolite

-Noa was literally the only one who didn't get stopped in any way so when the others arrive at the plushie section he already got all of them. Not only the ones he was supposed to get, but he also got all eight plushies

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[giuhina]

(Aftersun spoilers)

I just finished "aftersun" and until now thats the movie i watched that managed to mess with my feelings the most. Although i do believe there are many movies objectively sadder than this one to the general audience, this reminded me of how personal each one's experience with movies are and this one surely gets the prize for being the one to make me feel the saddest.

I recognized how priviledge and also a haunting tought it is to have access to some of your memories. Sure, i have many photos with my dad, but I dont have any recordings, no memory of his voice or how he actually acted. Building your idea of someone through childhood scenes is very hard, and just as its shown in the movie, the vision of a kid doesnt correspond to the actual scenery. Relying on another persons storytelling on how your father was is impossible and I hate having to do that, especially since you end up hearing especific sides of the story. I would love to have the full picture of my father, memory is not reliable, but i think sometimes its great not knowing. Only having in your head the blissfull moments of happiness in between the realistic moments adults hide away. The contrast of these short happy scenes viewed by Sophie in the midst of the depression Calum is suffering is what makes this so heart-wrenching for me.

Besides that, the idea of the future brought me such dread, because hiding yourself from anyone is horrible and it is unfortunately a part of the adult life. Calum had to make the depressed portion of him invisible for Sophie, to put a mask and ignore it to protect her, especially when shes just entering adolescence and many new emotions are flowing in. I imagined all the times my family had to do that exact thing for me. Life isnt easy and death is something so horrible to deal with, right now my grandmother is in the hospital and i cant help but think how if i was a little kid right now i wouldnt even get told this. In a big family it gets easier, but to a "solo" dad like Calum, having no one to talk to about your feelings and trauma is unbearable. This is also why i do believe he killed himself, this holiday felt like a way to say goodbye to his daughter, to gift her these memories even if hes struggling so much. He feels like she deserves at least this, he has to do better than his parents and do his best to be a good father to her, because he loves her so much.

Rewatching these moments and realising what was missing in the puzzle of Calum is a form to bring closure to Sophie, to rescue the fading images. In a bittersweet manner he was her hero even tought she knew he was going through something bad and often made decisions which saddened her. She loved him so much and not having someone in your life anymore feels like such a lie, now she only has her own memory and the recordings of those sun-kissed days in Turkey to remember him.

[riahlynn101]

Ai-less Whumptober 2024 - Day Nineteen: "Dissociation" + "I Wish I Could Get You Back."

Fandom: Black Butler

Word count: 1,628

Trigger warnings: implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced canonical character death, small amounts of blood, past trauma, and implied non-consensual medical procedure.

Switching days once again

(This will probably warrant a pt. 2)

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Their reunion was a long time coming. Years in the making, in fact, and something that Ciel had been looking forward to since he regained sentience. He sits at his desk, awaiting the arrival of his brother. 

He looks at the childhood picture of his twin and him. Mister Pitt had been most agreeable about reprinting the photo, especially when Ciel bailed him out of all the potential legal fees for harboring two fugitives. 

He looks at the past version of himself. It feels like a lifetime ago, and Ciel has a hard time recognizing himself in the black and white photograph. But more than that - more than the gut-wrenching feeling that he can never truly be the person, the child, he once was - Ciel recognizes his little twin even less. 

Cedric was the sweet but shy one. He was the one that always had a kind word to say about everyone, or a hand to reach out to those that needed it. If not for his constant bouts of sickness, Ciel has no doubts that he would have been loved by anyone and everyone. 

But, unfortunately for the populace of England and his brother’s confidence, Cedric was sick. As a result his social skills suffered greatly, and even when he got somewhat better, he remained glued to Ciel’s side at parties and other social obligations. And if he wasn’t available to cling to, Cedric liked to use their father as a shield against talkative guests. Not that their father minded having to hold Cedric’s hand. He actually seemed to enjoy being able to do at least that for him (seeing as their father hardly ever got to see Cedric). 

“Get your bloody hands off me!”

Ciel smiles. He glances at the rattling doorknob. It’s earlier than he would have expected, but he’s never been one to look a gifted horse in the mouth. 

Polaris opens the door. Cedric struggles in his arms, kicking and flailing. It’s entertaining to watch, but Ciel would rather his brother didn’t get worked up. Undertaker told him that Cedric didn’t seem to be as sick as he used to. However, there exists an unwavering fear within him, one that was placed in him after seeing his brother lie pale and still and suffering from nausea and coughing fits.

“Calm yourself,” he commands. 

“Bastard!” His brother continues his insistent wriggling. He manages to hit Polaris’ face at one point. In response, he is dropped unceremoniously on the floor. His body makes a loud thud against the wood, and his little brother gasps.

Ciel stands from his chair. He rounds the large desk, hands clasped behind his back. “Careful,” he remarks. Polaris seems to shake in rage. It doesn’t take much to rile the other star lord up, and he knows his brother can be a handful. But still…

Not wanting to have to protect his twin from a fellow bizarre doll, Ciel dismisses him with a wave of his hand. “You may go.”

Only when he’s sure that Polaris has left, does he bend down. “Let’s get you off the floor.” He reaches for his brother’s hand. 

“Don’t touch me!” Cedric shouts, throwing himself into a sitting position. He eyes Ciel suspiciously. “Don’t touch me.”

“Little brother,” he tries. Undertaker had warned him that it wouldn’t be easy, but he never imagined that Cedric would be afraid of him. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Cedric shakes his head. “You can’t promise that.”

There had once been a time in their lives where Ciel would have laughed at how silly his brother is being. The very idea that he would ever cause intentional harm to Cedric was one of the very few things he could confidently say he never did, but now…

“I can’t,” he starts, sitting on his haunches across from his brother, “but I don’t want to.”

“Don’t want to isn’t equivalent to not going to.”

Ciel sighs, frustrated that his reunion with his brother isn’t going as planned. But as they say, Rome wasn’t built in a day. Maybe he needs to try a different approach. 

“I don’t have any plans to hurt you.”

“You called Scotland Yard on me.”

Ciel considers this. “Active plans.”

“Then, what do you want?”

“To talk.” And to stay with you forever. And save you from that blasted demon. “That’s all.”

“That’s….all?”

Ciel hums. “That’s right.” He gets to his feet, brushing off his shorts. “Now if it’s okay with you, I would much prefer talking off the floor.” He reaches down to help Cedric off the floor, but his brother ignores his outstretched hand. 

Anger burns through him, and it must flash in his eyes, because Cedric takes a step away from him. And that doesn’t help his anger. 

He grits his teeth, turning away from his brother. “Sit. Down.”

Cedric listens, thankfully, and he manages to push down his annoyance at his twin’s insolence.

“First thing,” Ciel says, sitting down in the armchair opposite his very obviously shaken brother, “how have you been?”

“Better,” Cedric answers. 

Ciel raises his eyebrows, as if imploring his brother to return the favor.

“And you? How have you been, Ciel?” The name seems to get stuck in his brother’s throat. It must feel strange having to use the name he used himself these past three years. 

“Better,” he says. “Undertaker did marvelous work.”

He pays attention to the slight movements of his brother’s face. The wrinkle in between his brows, and the slight hesitation before he nods along. The way his eyes seem to either stare over Ciel’s shoulders or down at his lap. Like he’s trying to prescript his movements, mentally checking out. Like sitting down and chatting with Ciel is the worst thing since their time with the cult. 

He sucks in a breath. “Look at me,” he demands, hands forming fists. 

Cedric looks up from his lap, eyes wide. “Sorry.”

Ciel smooths his hands over his shorts, forcing himself to relax. “It’s fine. It’s fine. Just….be mindful.” He isn’t quite sure what mindful means in this case, but he’s sure his brother can figure it out. 

“Of course.”

“Good. Now, did you enjoy Weston? I, myself, only got to experience the bare minimum. I saw you in the tournament, of course, but were the classes as hard as father said? What about the food? Were people kind to you?”

“It was fine, I suppose. Sebastian makes better food, and-” 

Whatever else his brother said was blocked out by Ciel’s own raging thoughts. It’s not that he hates that his brother was taken care of, and even seems to have found some enjoyment in the demon’s cooking, but it’s that the demon is such a staple in Cedric’s life that he just has to come up in every conversation. 

There’s a buzzing in his ears, and his brother’s, his best friend since birth, voice is drowned out by his own racing thoughts. 

His first memory, Ciel is certain, was of his brother. 

And his last was the same. Small hands, the same as his own, reaching out for him. His eyes wide and movements frantic as he watched Ciel be sacrificed by those awful, awful people. Helpless and in immediate danger. 

As an older brother, Ciel knows he failed Cedric. 

Sweet and shy Cedric. 

Because this person sitting across from him is not Cedric. Whatever happened between his death and rebirth made his brother cold and callused. 

And it breaks his heart that there isn’t a single thing he can do about it. 

Ciel interrupts his brother, sorrow-filled words tumbling from his mouth, “I wish I could get you back.”

His brother tenses up. “But…I’m here.”

“You’re not you.” Ciel laughs a little, feeling dizzy. He’s not sure if that’s possible. “You’re not my Cedric.” He gets to his feet and strolls over to the door. 

“Well, because I’m not,” is Cedric’s nervous reply. Ciel can hear the shakiness in his words. How his breath comes out a little faster than normal. A part of him wants to go to his brother and comfort him, but Ciel knows now that Undertaker was right. 

He opens the door and peeks out into the hall. “Undertaker,” he calls out. “We may proceed with your original plan.”

Behind him, he hears Cedric get up from the chair. “What are you doing?” He asks. 

Ciel shuts the door, and by the time he turns around to face his brother again, Undertaker is standing behind Cedric. “There you are,” he says. 

“Sorry, m’lord, was a little busy with the butler.”

“Sebastian,” Cedric gasps. He looks Undertaker up and down, taking in his bloodied robes and lack of any visible injuries. “Is he….did you…?” 

Undertaker clicks his tongue. “Never mind that, Little Phantomhive. That demon is none of your concern now.” He regards Ciel. “So, you wish to go along with my plan? I can’t guarantee your brother will survive it, but I can guarantee that it will save his soul.”

Cedric shakes his head. “Wh-what? Ciel? No?” He moves towards the door, hand already reaching out for the doorknob. 

He ignores his brother for a moment. “Do what you think is best. I leave my brother’s fate up to you.”

Ciel steps aside to allow Undertaker to grab his brother up. He fights, biting and clawing, but ultimately he’s not a match for Undertaker’s supernatural strength. Cedric cries, being carried from the room. 

He looks back at Ciel as the door closes. The look in his single, uncovered eye, is one that Ciel hopes to never see again. Betrayal reflected in Phantomhive blue. 

But he knows that this is for the best. 

It has to be.

Ciel can’t handle failing his little brother a second time.

[purplebass]

True Love Stories Never Have Endings

A belated birthday gift for @emmcarstairs 💜 I tried to put your most favorite ships together in a fan fiction, I hope you like it!

London, Spring 2015

Emma sat on the new parquet of the living room at Blackthorn Hall, sifting through a couple of cream-colored cardboard boxes. She and Julian found them in a closet in the only part of the house that they hadn’t renovated yet, the one dating from the 60’s. Emma wasn’t sure why they’d left that one for last. Perhaps Julian had foresighted that they’d find something valuable in there.

“There are a lot of personal belongings in this wing,” she noticed when they started checking the cupboards and the drawers. “I wonder who lived here? Do you have any idea?”

“I really don’t,” Julian shrugged. “Perhaps a Blackthorn?” he offered, but he thought he would have known. 

“Could your father and uncle might’ve lived here?” Emma wondered, but Julian quickly shook his head. She went back to her box, and found a tiny one with gray stripes on it. Inside, there were a bunch of black and white photographs with the name of the person pictured and the date on the back. In most of the photos there were little kids, three boys and a girl. They looked happy, and they seemed familiar even though they lived a century earlier. “Teddy, Kitty, Willy, Robby,” Emma said out loud, “they were Blackthorns.”

“Blackthorns who named all their children with names ending in -y,” Julian came closer to look at the photos. “I guess it’s a family tradition to follow a theme,” he laughed, thinking about his own family. “Perhaps they inspired the next generations.” He continued his search until he found a box made of wood in one of the drawers of the closet. Some of the blue velvet covering it was coming off, but it was still in good condition. There was a golden inscription on the top, with the Blackthorn family symbol underneath. “L&J, Spring 1908. True Love Stories Never Have Endings.” 

“Wow, this looks old. My parents used to have one too, it belonged to my grandma,” Emma said, suddenly interested in what Julian was looking at. “Who are L&J?”

“Blackthorns?” Julian offered with a shrug, pointing to the circle of thorns on the velvet. “I believe it was them,” he continued after opening the box, where he found a few pictures. The couple pictured could’ve been around their age. “It must have been their wedding day, considering the poses. The girl has a bouquet and this looks like wedding attire, I don’t know,” he showed it to Emma. 

“Lucie and Jesse Blackthorn, May 13, 1908. Our wedding day. You’re right,” Emma read aloud. “There’s even a tiny heart drawn here, how cute,” she smiled. “They must’ve been your great-great-great grandparents, I guess? They look a lot like you and your siblings” she observed the picture better. “I think I remember this guy from one of the portraits at the Los Angeles Institute.”

“I believe he is Rupert’s son,” he said. “They look so much like Livvy and Ty when they were little children,” Julian continued with a faraway expression, pointing a finger on the locket around the girl’s neck. It was the same one Julian had given to Livvy and that now Ty kept. “They must be the reason the Blackthorn family didn’t cease to exist after Rupert died.”

“Indeed,” Emma covered his hand with hers. “And that you’re here, with me, today,” she said lovingly, pressing her lips on his. “So thank you, Lucie and Jesse Blackthorn?”

“We should keep these photographs and memories in a safe place,” Julian nodded. “These are family heirlooms, like the locket,” he showed the two rings he found inside to Emma. They had the same inscription as the top of the box. “I don’t want them to be lost in this ruckus.”

“Smart idea,” she agreed. “Let’s see what more we have here, then.”

London, Spring 1908

It was the day before her much awaited marriage with Jesse, and Lucie was too busy worrying about her vows. Not only the vows she would exchange during the ceremony, but also the ones she would say in front of the guests before the wedding feast. She knew she could’ve just thanked everyone for being there, but as usual, she’d been verbose, as Cordelia had defined her speech. “You need to be more concise, the guests would be starving once you’re done,” she’d suggested. She was probably right, but she still couldn’t help but write half a page of words of affection and gratitude towards her future husband and her guests. They would understand. 

Jesse couldn’t even sit down to eat dinner the evening before the wedding. He asked his aunt Cecily and uncle Gabriel to spend the night at their house in Bedford street. “It’s tradition that I am not to see Lucie the day before the wedding,” he explained. “Dear, traditions are made to be broken,” Cecily said. “You’re just like your uncle Gabriel,” she laughed, and told him that they had been in a similar living arrangement before they got married, and he had done the same. “I went to my brother’s house the night before our wedding,” uncle Gabriel started, and they spent the remainder of the time talking about past memories, trying to ease Jesse’s anxiety. 

Neither he or Lucie could sleep that night, but at least it was all a blur after preparations started early in the morning. Lucie could barely remember her mother and her friends helping her with her hair and dress, before she set for the sanctuary. Nor Jesse could recall the embarrassment he felt realizing his palms were sweaty when he caught sight of the girl he loved walking down the aisle. Lucie didn’t forget her vows, while Jesse had a brief lapse of memory but he quickly remembered the words he had to say. “I’m sorry for earlier,” he told Lucie when they were taking pictures after the ceremony ended. “I was totally dumbstruck,” he confessed shyly.

“No need to apologize,” she muttered with a grin, still blushing. “We made it through, that’s what matters the most, right? ”

“No talking until we take at least five pictures,” said the vampire photographer her father hired. “It takes a few minutes to process these, so stay still and smile for the camera! Don’t you want your descendants to remember you?”

“Of course we do,” Jesse told the guy with a pleasant smile, “but let me kiss my wife before we start.” He glanced at Lucie, and she waited expectantly to be kissed. 

The vampire had to cough to make them stop. “Shadowhunters in love, the things I abhor the most,” he muttered, “I wonder why I accepted this job!”

“To make a living?” Lucie chanced, but the vampire rolled his eyes. “I apologize, that was bad. Please, we’ll behave. We’re eager to have our pictures taken,” she said excitedly. 

The vampire shook his head and muttered how Shadowhunter's sense of humor was of poor taste, but he still took their wedding pictures, preserving their memory to this day.

So, thank you Emma and Julian for remembering your Blackthorn ancestors.

[seeyatellite]

It can suck being the son of a narcissist. It can really suck if he clings to an idealized version of father/son relationship models and forces his interests like they’re meant to be absorbed through osmosis.

My father clung to the idea of me being mechanically gifted like him. He constantly forced car stuff on me, scale models I never touched, sports swag like Red Wings clothes and pennants when I couldn’t care less about competition and even stuck tools in my hands then forced me to pose for a camera so he could share “proof of fathering” for his chosen community. He posted a Hotrod Hotline forum entry with his ‘33 Plymouth, calling it a “father-son” project and taking photo credit for a silly metal art project I was curious about when he got a new welder.

I never had anything to do with that car. Same with working on Mom’s Jeep Cherokee when she gave it to me and he fixed it up. He just stuck a sander in my hands and took a picture, then I went back to whatever.

It worked for him. He convinced some friends, online forums and eventually facebook that I shared his mechanical goals and aptitudes. I don’t… and I’ll never care to… but a prolific mechanical engineer with an artistic, perhaps feminine son has been communicated as unacceptable for him and he’s convinced people who don’t want to bother noticing my disinterest.

They prefer hearing Dad’s explanations of it all, because he casts all the responsibility for all issues onto me while protecting him and they’ve never witnessed his behaviors. They’ve also never seen me posting any celebratory content about my involvement in his hobbies and relied heavily on photo tags from him and family. They’ll never hear such an “ungrateful” perspective.

He did materially provide and financially support. He also verbally, mentally, emotionally and sometimes physically abused in the shadows and never bothered to teach life skills or even touch on the concept of sex and sensuality.

Abandonment trauma is a thing and it runs deep.

So yeah… I often hesitate to share my work and feel a little ashamed of some passions for bodily expression, sensuality, nude art and dance… which I’m overcoming.

I’m also unlearning Dad’s educated personal relationship skills and communication tactics. Therapy is magic… and photography, art and music are therapy. So is self-acceptance, self-expression and healthy intimacy but I’ll try not to bore you all with much of that beyond my poetry.

Speaking of which, here’s some poetry I wrote between 15 and 17 years old. I wish I’d saved more and I’m grateful Mom saved enough for me to share some.

A few of these were written while I stayed in Children’s Home of Detroit’s Warren campus. I was there for 217 days, during which time Dad dismissed responsibility for his decisions and negotiated for disability income after his insurance coverage limit was reached.

I’ll never deny my responsibility here. I did something stupid and violent at 15 which placed me there. I also continued expressing myself and my heart through the arts of poetry and drawing… some of the sketches for Dad, still clinging to a hope that I could impress my father into expressing true love instead of using the word as manipulation.

[ironwoman18]

Rather Be - Part 11

Chapter 11: Family Vacations x Mission

The next morning after father's day Twilight woke up early in the morning and stood up to make breakfast and wake Anya up for school.

But in his encrypted machine, a message had been printed.

He read it.

Come to WISE HQ, it's important.

He sighed and put on sweatpants, a shirt and running shoes. He left a note saying that went out to do exercises.

Then he got out of the house and he ran to the headquarters. He was wondering what would be so important for them to summon him there at six thirty in the morning.

When he arrived he went to the Handler’s office and after a soft knock he walked in.

“Good morning Twilight” she said smiling with a cup of coffee in her hand “how was father's day for our beloved Loid Forger?”

“It was pretty good. You can see I'm wearing what Anya made for me." She looked at the beautiful shirt with drawings from a little kid and her heart was melting.

“It's an adorable gift, I bet she made it at school” he nodded and she smiled more “yeah... Schools love to do that kind of thing” she had memories of her daughter doing that kind of thing for her and her husband but she had to stop the memories before an unwanted visitor ran down her cheeks “ok changing the subject, we have a new mission for you. It's a the south of Ostania, you have to infiltrate in the hotel room of the leader of a more aggressive section of the Red Circus and steal documents that could lead us to discover if they plan to do a terrorist attack”

“Ok, understood, when? And who's my target?”

“His name is Vladimir Gaunt. He's this man” she pointed at the photo of a big fat man with a terrific smiles and eyes of a man ready to kill thousand of people, he had short blond hair and green eyes and he wasn't very tall but his presence was intimidating “he isn't like the man who kidnapped Anya's bus. He's capable of killing if you speak too loud to him”

“Yeah I can tell by his body expression”

“About when... You will have to leave tomorrow and this mission should be completed in four days and three nights” Twilight looked at her confused and his boss handed him a brochure of the hotel “you and your family will go there for that amount of time”

“That's a terrible idea, how can I do the mission with Anya and Yor with me?”

“You are a smart man, you will figure it out. I had to do it that way since the hotel doesn't accept individuals, just families. But don't worry. We have the perfect excuse. You won it thanks to your hard work at the hospital and because of your birthday” she smiled devilishly at him and he was nervous “by the way... Twilight, I think it's the first time you added personal information in one of your covers”

“I wanted to have a real reason to celebrate it. I didn't want to put up a fake date, meaningless to me”

“I understand... I used a piece of personal information in my cover as Sylvia. Of course I won't tell but it's something important to me. We always try to have a piece of reality in this terrible and nameless work” she said, taking a sip of her coffee “Since it is in three days you will celebrate it with them in that hotel. All charges are covered, you will have all the foods without extra charge and drinks, please don't get drunk. It would be embarrassed” she smirked knowing he can't get drunk easily, he has a high tolerance to the alcohol after all “have fun, now you may go”

He sighed and nodded, holding the information about the hotel and his cover for the mission in his hands, leaving the HQ. 

He ran back home, stopping by to buy some ingredients he needed for lunch. When he arrived Yor and Anya were already up and Yor was cooking. 

As the perfect planner he was, Loid planned the menu for them every week. That way each of them will know what they are going to eat from Monday to Sunday.

Also, that way he can go to the grocery store and get all he needs for the week. 

And that also helped Yor know what to cook in case he had these “emergency calls”, today they would eat hotcakes so that's what his wife cooked.

He smiled as he heard the “daddy!!” from Anya while she was running to him and hugged his leg.

“Good morning Anya” he ran his hand softly on her hair and Bond also looked for his hand and after both received a pat on their heads they ran back to the table.

“Good morning Loid. I saw the ingredients out and read the menu for today's breakfast. I hope I made them well” he looked at Anya eating and she had a smile on her face.

“Yes, it looks like you mastered them” he smiled and it made her blush and he could see her with teary eyes, something he found cute “I can keep going from here if you want to. I have an appointment later today”

“And my shift starts later today so I can do the laundry while you cook lunch for us” he nodded “I will get Anya ready”

“Ok I wanted to tell you both something but I will when Anya is ready” Yor nodded and left the kitchen to get the little girl ready.

He continues to cook starting long in the meantime.

When Anya was ready, he walked to them and put a letter in her hand “Anya, you are going to give this to your teacher. I won a prize for being the doctor of the month and for my birthday so we will be leaving for a four day trip to the south. If you need a letter for your job just tell me Yor”

“And I have to do a spy mission there,” thought Loid, making Anya excited.

“That sounds awesome! I think my boss won't have much trouble with my absence these days” she said with a big smile.

Then Yor took Anya downstairs to get her into the bus to school while Loid ate then he continued to cook their lunch.

Yor arrived a couple of minutes late and started to do the laundry and cleaning the apartment.

After finishing the laundry she took a shower and changed into her uniform then headed to the kitchen and since it was noon they ate together and they went together to the train station and took the train to their destinations.

The rest of the day was busy for both of them. Yor told her boss about Loid's prize and that she will be out of town for four days.

He accepted her absence but in exchange she will have to deal with a couple of missions as Thorn Princess when she returns from this unexpected vacation.

Meanwhile Loid used his time to memorize the faces of his bodyguards, the map of the hotel and the information about his target.

Also he had some patients as part of his cover. 

At night the marriage met on the train back home and she found out he brought two new suitcases for them, because the ones they had were awful.

When they arrived Anya was at the neighbors’ house, doing homework and working on her handwriting.

While Yor opened their apartment’s door, Loid knocked on their neighbor’s to pick her up.

“Thank you so much for having her while we were gone” said Loid to Granny Barbara and Anya hugged his leg.

“It's always a pleasure to have her here. She's a funny girl and behaves like a normal child” said the old lady smiling at Anya “she's getting better at writing. It's slow but this old book is working”

“That's good news” said Loid, smiling big “good night Mrs Barbara” and they both left. 

Bond barked happily at them and licked Anya's cheek. Loid smiled and walked to the kitchen and found Yor starting to cook dinner.

Loid went to take a shower then prepared his suitcase and helped Anya with her clothes, putting them in the suitcase she will share with Yor.

After that they sat down and ate dinner together sharing stories of their day as usual.

Then Loid sent Anya to brush her teeth while he helped Yor wash the dishes and finally she went to Anya’s bedroom to read her a story. When she fell asleep, Yor went to her bedroom to get everything done for the next day.

The next morning after breakfast Loid left Bond at Frankie and he looked too happy to have Bond with him which was suspicious but he let it go for his inner peace.

He met with his wife and daughter and the three of them left to take the train. It would take them most of the day but they will be comfortable there.

Loid was reading, Anya was playing with her toys and Yor was also reading. They had lunch and by five they arrived at their hotel.

The weather in the south was hotter than Berlint but Loid found it nice, he liked the cold weather but the change was welcomed.

When they walked in the hotel he went straight to the reception.

“Excuse me... I'm Loid Forger and these are my wife, Yor, and my daughter, Anya. We have a reservation” the young woman at the reception nodded kindly and checked their names.

“Ok Mr. Forger. You have a reservation for four days and three nights in one of our suits. You will have today's dinner and the last day’s breakfast included in your plan” she said reading the notes “and the hospital asked us to give you a special gift since the 19th will be your birthday” 

“Oh my... They did? I'm embarrassed now” said him blushed and rubbing his neck softly “well thank you” he said then the girl looked at him and answered in code.

“Yes sir but don't worry it will be a nice surprise in your room” 

Twilight your target is on the fifth floor. The documents are in his safe box.

“Oh thank goodness. I'm not used to this surprises”

Ok, I understood that. Do you have any clue what the password is?

“I'm sure you will love it, mister,” she smiled.

No sir. But The Handle is expecting you to get that info.

Twilight just nodded, faking a kind smile and got his keys and a copy for Yor. 

“Room 305, have a nice night Mr. Forger” he nodded and walked to his family.

“Let's go to our room and let's have something for dinner” he said and they left for their room.

The place was huge and with separate beds for them. One was bigger but he gave it to the girls, he would use the little one.

There was a TV so Anya wouldn't lose her favorite show. It has a little table and chairs, the bathroom was huge with a bathtub and a shower. 

On the table was a basket with fruits, some chocolates and a brochure with the activities for the week.

After setting everything up they went to the restaurant and had dinner watching the pool and the sea a little further from where they were.

A soft wind was blowing and it was calm and nice so Yor and Anya decided to walk around the place to see what it has, even when it was dark outside.

Meanwhile Loid stayed in talking to one of the waiters and part of WISE about his target, he told his family he will be talking about the hours of breakfast, lunch and dinners and how the room service works.

Your target is normally at the pool in the morning, said the waiter in code so only Twilight could understand him and the boy handed him a brochure about the restaurant.

Twilight nodded, faking a kind smile understanding what he said and left the restaurant to find Anya in Yor's arms at the reception.

“I'm sorry I couldn't be with you, but I needed to ask a few things”

“It's ok Loid” she said smiling “tomorrow we will have a good day” he nodded and they left to their room.

Yor changed Anya into her pajamas and Yor changed too, then she laid next to her daughter and almost immediately she fell asleep.

Loid looked at both of them and smiled, he liked to see them like that, at peace and trusting him.

He decided to go to sleep later that night after pondering everything the receptionist and waiter told him earlier.

The next they woke up and got ready. It was the first time in almost a year that Loid wasn't cooking their breakfast which feels weird but he deserved some rest.

He puts on the shorts he ended up buying at the cruise ship. Yor put on a red bathing suit and a white dress on it and Anya had a kids bathing suit on that protects her from sun burns.

They went down to the restaurant and had breakfast. They ate waffles with cream and syrup. Loid had coffee with milk as well as Yor and Anya some juice.

After that they picked a table close to the kid's part of the pool and sat down. Loid took off his shirt first and Yor couldn't help but look at him.

She has never seen him shirtless back home and after their adventure at the cruise ship they wore special suits that covered their bodies, but now she had a full view and she had to admit, he looked pretty good. He had muscles but he wasn't buff, his abs were defined and his shoulders looked even better without the shirt.

Loid could feel her eyes and blushed slightly, Anya broke the moment by saying “mommy and daddy are flirting” 

“We are not!!” Said both of them blushing and Anya left with a little smirk knowing she was right about it.

They had been showing a lot of affection towards each other and she noticed it, she just enjoyed teasing him now and then.

Yor looked at Anya and her senses were on looking for possible threats when she saw her making a friend with other kids she relaxed and noticed that Loid was relaxing too.

They were both watching Anya with worried eyes.

She decided to take off her dress and it was Loid’s turn to look at her. He was aware of her beauty but bathing suits help you notice things that even a thigh dress couldn't.

He noticed her curves and he couldn't understand why this woman was single when he met her. She was kind and sweet but also beautiful and beyond stunning.

Yor felt his eyes, like that day at the tailor's shop, but this time she felt more exposed to him and felt suddenly ashamed. Loid noticed that and said in a soft voice “you are perfect, don't feel ashamed” 

She relaxed and sat down. And turned again to watch over Anya. Loid did the same but also he looked with angry eyes to any man brave enough to lay his eyes on her.

He felt a weird kind of possessiveness towards Yor now that could be normal if they were a real married couple but, they weren't but still he was jealous of other men looking at his wife.

Was his feelings for her real or just his natural competitive self? We're those feelings even there or just something in his mind?

He noticed that she also was giving some women a deadly look when they dared to look at him, was that something his mind fabricated? Was it even real?

The rest of the day was relaxed for the Forger. Yor and Anya played and swam in the pool, under the protective eyes of Loid. Loid joined Anya too and they even played games with the recreation crew of the hotel.

They had lunch by the pool and after resting for an hour, Anya joined her friends at the pool.

“This place is way more relaxing than the cruise ship,” said Yor.

“Yeah but I think your opinion is base on the fact that you were working, I couldn't relax much either with Anya jumping around but still it was fun”

She nodded and laughed softly. Yes, she was working and the only days she could relax was on the first day when Olka and her baby were out of the room to see the view with her, and the day at the island with her family.

She suddenly felt the need to held his hand “I'm sorry I couldn't be there with you, I missed you both all the time and had you in my mind all the time”

Loid blushes softly and squeezes her hand softly “it's ok, I understand that you were working and even when we missed you too, we were happy to know that we will see you sooner rather than later” she smiled and blushed too.

“Thank you, Loid” she said and before she was aware of what she was doing, she gave him a soft kiss on the cheek then ran away to play with Anya. This left him speechless. 

They had been sharing kisses on the cheek most recently but this one felt different and he didn't understand why. Maybe because he discovered new feelings towards her?

He suddenly felt cold and he noticed why, at the other side of the pool was his target, with three big men around him. His blue eyes were ice cold and he started to analyze the situation. 

He didn't noticed that Yor got tensed as well when those men arrived. Her senses were full on and noticing blood lust. They were hungry for killing but who? And why everytime she had a nice day she found these kinds of nasty people.

One of the WISE members approached the target and smoothly placed a microphone then another one close to Twilight offered something and hidden under a plate was a earphone to hear everything from that table.

Twilight could hear everything and took mental notes. He was focused on the mission right now and when he got what he needed to know he took off the earphone and the same waiter swiftly recovered the microphone.

His eyes were back on Yor and Anya who were in the pool playing, Loid was happy they didn't notice the silence exchange that just happened. He was dead wrong because Yor noticed their blood lust and Anya read his mind and Yor's mind, knowing everything and being excited about this new adventure.

The rest of the afternoon was tense with that man in front of Twilight. He could continue spying on him by reading his lips but also wanted to keep an eye on Anya and Yor.

At the end of the day everyone left for their rooms to take a shower and have dinner.

“It was fun!” Said Anya excited and happy “thank you daddy for being a good sp... Psychologist” 

“She still pronounced the beginning wrong” thought Loid and sighing.

“I'm just doing the best of me at my job” he smiled “just like you are doing with your homeworks” he congratulated her and she hugged him which caused Yor to have teary eyes. She loved to see them like this, it was adorable and made her think how of a good father he was.

After this beautiful moment, they took turns to take a shower. Yor and Anya first then Loid. They got dressed with light clothes and went down for dinner.

They ate and stayed for a little jazz concert close by the pool until Anya fell asleep  arms. He held her with one arm and held Yor's hand like they started to do, normally when they were alone or when Anya was asleep.

He smiled at her and she smiled back. Those light touches made her craving for more and for them to be longer. She got used to his touch and now she didn't even think about drinking alcohol to allow them to happen and sometimes she imagined how his lips could feel like to be on hers.

She didn't know this but he thought the same thing about her, he wanted longer touches of their hands and how her lipstick tasted.

After the concert the family returned to their room, laid Anya on the bed and went to sleep. Even Loid, who was supposed to write down the information, couldn't stop himself from falling asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

The next day was exactly the same, except it was his birthday so Yor woke up earlier and ordered their breakfast to be brought to their room. And she placed three presents on his bed.

One from Frankie, which was a beautiful watch that was also a secret gadget for his missions. Anya gave her a cup with the words “The best father” and drawings made by her.

Apparently, Yor contacted Anya's art teacher and asked him how they made her cup. He explained and Yor did the same with Anya at Camilla’s house. Loid didn't stand Camilla but he couldn't deny how helpful she had been.

Then her present, a travel-sized grooming kit, he was thankful because he actually needed one, he realized Yor asked Frankie because he told him about this.

Loid smiled and hugged both of them and kissed Yor's cheek and Anya's forehead then they ate happily and enjoyed their day like the one before.

At night they ate cake and the hotel crew sang the birthday song alongside his family and it was the best birthday he had since his mother died. 

At their room and with the thoughts of his mom still there, he allowed himself to have some tears and Yor just hugged him, Anya joined her and he let himself cry in front of someone. He was never this open with his emotions but with Yor and Anya, he was more open and dared to share them the true Twilight.

The third day there was his chance, he left Yor and Anya at the pool because he had to “go to the bathroom” and Yor was somehow happy it could also happen with others food not just hers, even though she knows her food wasn't the best.

Meanwhile Twilight met with his team and changed quickly into a waiter and they managed to infiltrate. Some waiter/ agents distracted his target while he found the safe box open and stole the information he needed. His new watch camera helped him and when he got everything he needed he left everything like it was before he walked in.

He was glad that he was lucky enough to find it open and he didn't have to guess the password even though he had a pretty good guess after spying on him for two straight days.

After that he returned and Anya read his mind and was disappointed that she didn't help him but he was a great spy after all.

That night was their last one so they spent it in their room watching movies and happy for their time together.

The next day they left the hotel. Twilight thanked his fellow agents and they were fanboying over him telling him how amazing he was. He smiled and left the south happy after completing his mission.

When they returned Anya got a visit from Becky who handed her her homework. Twilight gave the information to the Handler and Yor got the mission to kill Vladimir Gaunt, the same man Twilight stole the information from. He was back in Berlint and they asked her to eliminate the corrupt scum. 

When WISE found out about this assassination, they were in shock and in his documents they found out why.

He was selling secrets to other nations and building an empire of lies. It was clear someone contracted an assassin to eliminate him, but who? and who was this powerful assassin?

OOooOOooOO

This chapter took me forever to finish it. I wanted to write the mission and continue to build up their relationship. 

I hope you enjoyed it, it's a long chapter so it might compensate for the wait.

It was meant to be posted yesterday but I was sick and it was my mother's birthday.

[the-offside-rule]

Harvey Elliott (Liverpool) - Fall Into Me

Requested: on wattpad

Prompt: Fall Into Me - Forest Blakk

Warnings: noneee

"You dont think Harvey planned anything for your anniversary?" Y/n has been chatting with Perrie on her lunch break. She was a fellow Liverpool wag and one of, if not the only person she went to about her problem today. "No, he hasn't even mentioned anything. Hasn't dropped any hints. I think he was just too busy to remember." Y/n said. "It's Harvey. He never forgets. He remembers the day of your first kiss, the first date, everything!" Perrie said on the other side of the phone. "I don't know. I'm gonna pop to the shops to get flowers and stuff for him. I bought him a game pass but I don't think its enough. "Oh you'll be fine darling. He hasn't forgotten, I doubt he has." Perrie reassured her. "I'll let you know anyway." Y/n said. They bid their goodbyes and Y/n hung up. She sighed as she looked around. Absolutely no one around, no one. "I may just close up shop." She muttered to herself and so, she did. Swiftly. She wanted to get out of there.

Y/n unlocked the front door and walked in to see balloons leading upstairs. It looked like there were photos on each of the strings. She could hear the bath running upstairs too and she smelled her favourite dinner being cooked from the kitchen. "Harv?" Y/n called out. When she spoke, she heard a string of ushered curses from the scouser. "Babe? That you?" He called. "Yeah? What are you doing?" She called back. "Don't come in! Don't come-" She rounded the corner into the kitchen and looked to see Harvey with a tray of burnt....well she didn't quite know. "Harvey, oh my god! What's this?" She asked, dropping the flowers and running to his side to through the burnt tray into the sink. "Why in the sink?" He asked. "It'll melt the bin bag, Harvey." She explained. "You have to let it cool." She turned the water on. "I knew takeaway was a better idea. Ooh. What's that?" He asked, pointing to the gift bag Y/n had in her hand. "Oh, happy anniversary." She smiled and handed the bag over. Harvey smiled right back and took off his oven mits to take her gift. "Aw, sweets and a game pass." He beamed. "Oh, and flowers. I thought you might like flowers." Harvey pulled his darling girlfriend in for a hug and set the gifts on the kitchen counter. "I reckon we order takeaway." He said, taking his 9hone out and began typing and clicking away. "Harv? I just have a question." She said. "What's that, love?"

"What's this?" She asked, pointing to the balloons. "Well, you know the way you really like that one song?" She nodded. "I thought I'd incorporate a few photos with the lyrics, or at least, try to." One by one, she picked up each of the photos and looked at them, each one corresponded with the lyrics, just as Harvey said. "I listened to this song over and over again. I realised that in a way, that's how I sorta feel about you." She turned around to face him, the butterflies swarmed her stomach just as they did all those years ago when he first confessed his love. "I'm falling in love with you over and over again." He sang quietly. They shared a silence and a confused look. "Are you Regretting singing it?" She asked. "I- I might. Yeah. I'm just gonna finish the order." His face grew red as his girlfriend grinned.

She walked up each of the steps, reading each and every lyric and looking at the picture they were paired with. It started with a picture of them on the first week of knowing eachother. Y/n was merely a fan of his, visiting with her father, but now here she was waking up beside that very footballer most mornings. "There's a photo of us dancing outside Asda when there was a busker there." He pointed at the pixelled picture hanging by a ribbon, matched with the lyrics; "We'll dance in the street like nobody's watching."

"You're unbelievably thoughtful." Y/n smiled, curling her hands around her boyfriends neck. "I try my best, darling." He reaches down to peck her lips gently. "Happy anniversary, love." He murmured into the kiss. "Happy anniversary, babe."

[lesless]

glowing, growing 🔮 🍀

It is gently dropping small, delicate flakes of white outside & the air is so still, quiet, like a whisper. My love took the dog & headed out to a town 2 hours away to meet his father so he can spend tomorrow working on an initiative that may prove to be a wonderful investment of time/energy/etc., but not without quite a lot of work first. I am proud of him in a lot of ways, but I will miss him. I do enjoy my down time though, so I will make the most of it.

I had planned on meeting up with a friend tonight after she had dinner with her sister, but neither of us wanted to do much once the sky grew grey & it began to snow. I wrote a list of what I want to do solo tomorrow--tea (I need to reign back my coffee consumption, again), journal, breakfast, eat, go to yoga, get a juice from the place next door to the studio, a bath with the bath bomb I bought at the botanical gardens. Then, get some work done on the photo and/or writing project, buy some yarn to make gifts, write xmas cards, then maybe meet up with that friend I missed today. It sounds like a great solo day, exactly the kind of thing I like to do! A little chill, a little activity/movement in the A.M., a little productivity, a little shopping, a little fun.

It is funny that since I sorted through my clothes & replaced them with quality items I enjoy wearing that I feel like I have SO many options but I have SUCH a small number of items now compared to when I started weeding out synthetics. I have reflected that life is funny like that, sometimes when we lack quality we go for quantity, don't we?

Being deliberate in purchasing/replacing items has been a years-long thing & lately I do feel surprised that interacting with quality on a regular basis is satisfying, though I have kind of always held the idea that spending extra $ on things you interact with daily will make your daily experience more enjoyable. A nice face wash, comfortable bedsheets, decent rubber gloves to wash dishes in. I suppose I will just never stop appreciating little things in life.

Sunday bb will return, we will relax & play BG3, spend our last little bit of solo time together until next year, quite literally. Tuesday our friend arrives, I visit the allergist, then Thursday my cousin arrives, then Sunday we fly to Texas, then it's holiday madness & remote work, then we fly to Mexico, the new year blooms, more remote work, & we return to life & a new semester.

In more mundane news, I told myself that I would learn how to french braid my hair while it's short so I can become accustomed to it as it grows out & I have stuck to my word! 3 successful braids so far, though my arms do get exhausted & I feel feeble every time I braid it. Just as I feel weak every time I do core exercises (2 down this week! pretty good considering I spent 3 full & exhausting days in the office today) at least I'm doing it! I will get better! I can't expect myself to be good at something right off the bat, as much as I want to be for my ego's sake.

I still always feel at least a little anxious after socializing with people I am not intimately close with, & I have done an assload of socializing over the last 3 days, BUT I feel relatively unscathed after this week. 2 fumbles, which I felt I saved, & maybe I shouldn't be cataloging my social blunders mentally but also maybe mentally I'm a little left of center & I should just be OK with that, too, instead of self-monitoring so heavily. Anyway, I think the level of comfort I DO feel has a lot to do with the fact that I really just feel delightful about the people I work with; I really genuinely like them all. They are all such characters, so knowledgeable, incredibly well-intentioned, & most of them are as sassy & quippy as I enjoy in a person without the malicious undertone that often accompanies that trait.

Anyway I am trying to remind myself that bettering is incremental & when I look back at how far I have come I am proud of myself, too. Lastly, perhaps, I must shake the scolding I want to give myself at every imperfection.

It is a beautiful night & I am comfortable, listening to music & watching everything collect a thin layer of white outside of my window. I have things to look forward to, people to love, people to love me back, humble goals, & a deep appreciation for the now. I hope you, too, find a quiet sort of peace as the year wraps itself in darkness & cold. I hope spring makes you feel like you can start over if you need to. I hope you treat yourself gently tomorrow.

[wendayee]

wendy corduroy is a 28 year old human based on wendy from gravity falls. they are a gift shop employee with no powers. she uses she/they pronouns, and most of her memories are intact !

INFO.

full name: wendy blerble corduroy

date of birth: september 4, 1995

hometown: gravity falls

zodic: virgo sun, capricorn moon, libra rising

sexuality: bisexual/biromantic

education: high school graduate

occupation: employee at the mystery shack

height: 5′8

hair: dark brown

eye color: dark brown

tattoos/piercings: earlobes, cartilage, nose (just nostril), eyebrow she never wears anymore

markings: faint freckles across their cheeks

mother: linda corduroy

father: daniel corduroy

siblings: markus corduroy, kevin corduroy, gus cordurory

pets: n/a

PERSONALITY.

positive traits: mellow, friendly, daring, upfront, lively

negative traits: lazy, inconsiderate, suppressed, irresponsible, reckless

fears: never making something of themself, never caring to

likes: not working, hanging out with friends, free things, flannels, funny gossip, laid-back but fun nights, good music, hot people, food, chilling on the roof, laughing, breaks

dislikes: working, not hanging out with friends, being told what to do, feeling overwhelmed and tied down, people fighting, hurting people's feelings, crying in front of people, schoolwork, taking anything seriously

hobbies: reading too many magazines, smoking, going to parties with friends, mindlessly scrolling dating apps, snacking

aesthetics: a stack of green plaid shirts, candid photos mid-laugh, sneaking out of (and into) bedroom windows, glass bottles of coke, teasing out of love, sitting on tree branches, book reports with red circled Fs, tangled earbuds, the forest at night, sarcasm painting over real emotions, crumpled up bi-flags on bedroom walls, leaning back in chairs with feet propped up on the desk, lumberjack hats, fingerless gloves, 100+ day snapchat streaks, condoms tucked into wallets, spotify premium, scalding hot showers, unmade beds

HEADCANONS.

wendy is someone who doesn't tend to dislike people. she is pretty easy-going, and while she was seen as a "cool kid" when she was younger, she never alienated herself from the less popular crowd. they were a friend of anyone that was fun to be around, never really caring much about status symbols or judging people for liking things deemed lame. (though they might tease a little.)

the coolest thing about wendy is that she doesn't care much what people think, and isn't afraid to own making a fool of herself.

she is someone that doesn't really hold grudges, opting to forgive friends and boyfriends for the past and move on with a positive attitude whenever possible.

she wouldn't necessarily say that she is lazy... but she is lazy. while she is more than capable of having a good work ethic and making something of herself, she often just doesn't feel like it. though there is more to it than meets the eye; wendy is crippled by the idea of choosing the wrong path. time moves so quickly, and they'd rather choose to be stuck at the mystery shack than go into a major they fail at and get stuck with college debt and a career that turns out to be one big disappointment. they don't always bottle their feelings up, but on this subject, it is something they would rather push down and ignore for as long as possible. even if it haunts them at night. besides, life is all about the moments and she is much more interested in enjoying whatever it has to offer than wasting even a handful of seconds sitting at a boring desk listening to teachers drone on and on.

soooo she skipped school a lot... leading to bad grades. leading to her feeling like she would fail at college.

in their defense, without their mom there to guide them and their dad constantly busy and tied up with her brothers, they didn't have anyone pushing them into the right direction until it was too late and they just felt like a disappointment. it's easier in evermore where their dad isn't there to remind them they need to plan a future for themself; why can't she just mull around at the mystery shack all day and stay out with friends all night?

wendy loves free shit. if there's any sort of lame event going on that she has no interest in, she will most definitely show up for the refreshments alone. and she will eat until she is asked to leave.

has a track record of... not keeping relationships. for various reasons. sometimes forgetting to actually end the relationship. it isn't out of ill will and they never actually intend to ghost someone. they just get bored.

it probably goes without saying that she likes flannels, huh?

if you're ever wondering if anyone subscribes to magazines anymore, wendy is here to tell you they absolutely do. her favorite way to zone out on the clock is flip through magazines so she constantly has at least three subscriptions and she doesn't really care if they're for fashion, housekeeping or wildlife.

best secret keeper. as long as they care about you. if they think it's important, wendy will go to the grave with what you tell them.

bi af, they're so much better with guys than girls. girls are just so... pretty, and smell so nice, and she finds herself getting tongue-tied and flustered and all red-faced trying to flirt back sometimes. guys are cute, but they're just guys.

with wendy, bribery gets you everywhere!

their middle name is indeed blerble. her dad claims it was supposed to be bluebelle and there was a horrible misunderstanding when it came to her birth certificate... they're not really sure if they believe that or if bluebelle is any better.

she misses her mom. a lot. but she doesn't grieve as much as she used to. wendy is pretty good at accepting things for how they are and moving on after a little time has passed. it just... would've been nice to have her there to talk to when they felt stressed, to look after them when they were sick, encourage them when school was rough. now she can look back on the memories she does have with her with a smile, but it doesn't erase the tears in her eyes.

has definitely been to a few feminist rallies and goes all out with their homemade signs.

getting around on skateboard > any other mode of transportation.

boots and converse. no other shoes allowed. the converse is almost always doodled on.

wendy doesn't really want to leave evermore. at least, not yet. if she goes back to gravity falls she has to figure shit out. here she doesn't have to worry about it because... she can't. she's stuck. the future is one big question mark and for her? that's perfect.

if you want the vision just listen to the rise and fall of a midwest princess by chappell roan.