#a.k.a K 🎧

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@runnning-outof-time Thanks for the interest, K! I’m working on this fic now!

Lies Travel Faster

When a mysterious, young welterweight begins training in the same neighborhood as your parents' bakery, your sister warns against flirting with a suspected criminal. Little does she know, he's been hearing rumors of your family's mafia connections. Now you each must decide who to trust in a place where lies travel faster than the truth.

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Happy 2.5k Lee!!! 🥳🥳🥳

I’m not really sure if this one’s ‘ambiguous’ or not, but I’d still move to see how you’d interpret it!! 😏😏

p.s. I’m sure this’ll be the first of many I send 😉

Stolen Kiss

Tommy’s hand pressed your palm into the mattress as he delivered a deep thrust. Looking up at him through your lashes, you quickly noted he was losing himself in pleasure. Freckled jaw unclenching, his plump lips parted suddenly as he exhaled a shaky breath.

You instantly felt the warmth ghost over your face, followed by the soft brush of his nose against yours. Normally a gentle squeeze to his forearm was enough to reset his course. He would simply bury his head into the crook of your neck, avoiding the forbidden taste of your lips.

Tonight was different. You sensed it in the far off look glazing his crystal blue eyes. You knew you should call to him, remind him of your no kissing rule, but the warning caught in your throat just as his chapped lips hovered above yours.

You stilled beneath him, heart pounding as you struggled with your own tortured longing. His tenderness melting the last of your resolve, you found yourself licking into his mouth, tongue sweeping to capture his in unbridled passion.

Spurred on by your response, Tommy’s hand moved to tangle in your hair. He pulled you toward him, pressing you closer as though he were stealing the last precious gasp of air from your lungs.

When you parted, he was shaking and you couldn't be sure if it was from his release or fear of violating your one rule. His hand trembled badly as he cupped your cheek, eyes glistening with remorse. "I shouldn't have..." he mumbled, searching for the words of an apology. "But I lost myself."

Your hand hovered over his as you recalled the distance in his gaze moments earlier, knowing the kiss may have been your own folly. "It's alright, you were thinking of someone else. It happens," you assured him, certain he was remembering some lost love.

Tommy rubbed his thumb over your cheekbone, softly shaking his head in denial as he whispered, "I wasn't thinking of anyone but you."

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Hi Lee! 🥰 I’m here to send another ambiguous gif! — I took a look at your ‘to be written’ and didn’t see any John fics present….so I had to change that.

What can you do with this gif??

Ty for the request, K! I hope you enjoy the fluff (mixed with some angst) in this one. I included a bit of innocent reader x dominant John here as well for the lovely @novashelby.

John's Return

"John?" you called out hesitantly, the bright headlamps from the car obscuring all but his swaggering gait which instantly confirmed his identity. Before he could issue a reply, you rushed toward him, your dressing gown flying open in the chilly night air. As John struggled to shield your delicate frame, you beat upon his chest with the fury of someone twice your size.

His boots twisting in the gravel to stabilize himself against your blows, he exhaled a deep breath and like a summer storm, waited for your mood to pass.

"No calls for three days?" you screamed at him.

As he feared, the unknown had driven you mad with worry. It would have been useless to remind you he'd given fair warning. Instead his heart flooded with guilt over your distress and he reached to stroke your hair in silent apology.

When your head finally dipped toward his shoulder, he guided you into the house with one muscular arm wrapped around your waist. He took it as a good sign that you didn't resist.

"I was so scared, John," your voice trembled as you turned to face him, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his cheeks. The flash of fear in your eye made him uncertain if you would shake him or collapse at his feet. He could feel the tension building once more beneath your hands, the cool metal of your rings shocking him awake after his long drive. In times like these, he knew he needed to handle you with care because like a spooked animal, you were quite unpredictable.

Grasping your wrists with a firm, but gentle touch, John hushed the sobs threatening to spill from your lips. "Everything's alright, sweet girl. I promise," his deep voice rumbled as he clutched you to his chest.

The soothing vibration quieted your thundering heartbeat long enough for you to resume. "When you didn't come home, I thought you..." you trailed off, hot tears flowing down your cheeks. He quickly wiped them away, dipping his head to capture your gaze.

"Hey, look at me," he instructed, grasping your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "I'm here now. And everythings alright, ain't it?"

You nodded in quiet agreement, but John knew it was half-hearted when you continued to sniffle.

Scooping you up, he carried you to the sofa and sat you on his lap where you could tuck your knees into the warm protection of his broad chest and strong arms. He placed his chin over your head, allowing you to burrow against his shirtfront, clinging to him to ensure he kept his promise.

John rocked you slowly as he stroked your back, a gentle hum to his voice as he reminded you, "I always come back, don't I? I'd never let anyone keep me from you."

You couldn't deny the truth of it. How he came to you when you needed him most and always made sure to look after you. You raised your head to pepper kisses along his jaw and mouth, pulling away in time to note the smile of satisfaction lingering on his lips.

"That's my girl," he cooed into your ear before carrying you up the stairs for bed, ready to show you just how much he'd missed you.

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@runnning-outof-time My face when I realized Y/n was trying to outwit Tommy! That grasp he held on her chin was giving me butterflies (a mixture of anxiety and lust tbh 😜). But her kiss seemed to work as a distraction! I thought the drama had ended until Alfie appeared and escalated the tension 🙈 Despite his anger, I think he would hear her out tho. I have no doubt his strategic mind would be thinking of all the ways he could use the relationship to his advantage!

“You Came.” “You Called.” | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!Solomons Sister!Reader

Summary: Tommy Shelby and (Y/N) Solomons despise each other…….or do they?

Warnings: language, slight sexual situations, weapons, threats

Word Count: 1304

A/N: I’m sorry this isn’t as long as the others have been. I need to get these requests finished and this is what I was able to come out with. I hope you’ll still enjoy! Also I’ve tried something a little different at the end - hopefully you’ll participate and not be too mad at me for it! :)

A/N 2: Oh and this is the story where the Solomons!Sister won the poll — I’m not sure if it’s angsty enough…I tried my best with it. Also I’m sorry if Alfie seems ooc here…it’s been a bit since I’ve written him and I’m rusty.

COMMENTS & REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! — I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF THE STORY!

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"You came," she sounded surprised.

"You called," his response was nonchalant.

"Yeah, but I didn't call you."

The story of Tommy Shelby and (Y/N) Solomons is a long, complicated one.

To give a quick summary: they first met the day that Tommy showed up at Alfie's 'bakery. She was the first to greet him and instantly was able to realize that there was more to his motives than what he was letting on.

She was cautious when dealing with him at first, but his charm soon enough chipped away that hesitant exterior she'd put up.

Neither could help but cross the line one late evening after a successful business dinner.

She thought that that would be the end of Tommy Shelby. But now he'd shown up at her door...when she was expecting her brother.

"Where's my brother?" (Y/N) asked, looking to either side of the doorway, hoping that Alfie would be close by.

He wasn't.

"He's busy," Tommy answered.

"So he sent you?" she asked, her brows furrowed.

"Not exactly," he shook his head.

"I'm not understanding what you're saying. Ollie told me that he'd take a note down for Alfie and that he'd inform him as soon as he became available." (Y/N) was confused now.

"I saw the note," he began, "took it upon myself to see what was needed to be discussed."

(Y/N)'s jaw just about dropped. "Tommy, why did you...would you, you shouldn't, you..."

"My name was on the note, love," he cut off her attempt to string words together.

"Just because it was on the note does not mean you were to be involved!" she couldn't stop her voice from raising, her eyes widening as she spoke. Now she was wondering how Ollie had phrased his note to Alfie. A few beats passed before a sigh escaped her lips. She ran a frustrated hand across her face before asking, "what...what did the note say?" Her thoughts had gotten the best of her.

"It said that you needed to speak about Shelby...had some information you wanted to be made known," he answered her, his eyes boring into hers. (Y/N) opened her mouth to say something but he didn't let her, taking a step inside, making her back up in the process. "What is it you wanted to tell him, hmm?"

His close proximity made her heartrate increase. She was quickly losing her ability to think. "Tommy, I..."

"What really was your goal last night, (Y/N)?" he asked her, his brows raising.

The willpower to keep her hands by her sides and not reach out to take hold of him was leaving (Y/N) by the second.

"I thought your intentions aligned with mine..." he trailed off, raising his hand so that he could run it down her jawline in a slow, teasing manner, "at least it seemed that way when you brought me back here."

Instead of dropping his hand when he reached her chin, he grasped it; taking it between his thumb and index finger so that he could raise her fleeing eyes to match his. This action made the breath get caught in (Y/N)'s throat, and every valid argument left her mind the second her eyes locked onto his icy blue ones. All hope was lost now.

"What are your intentions with me, (Y/N)?" he asked her.

"You know them, Tommy, I.." she couldn't quite string a thought together.

"Tell me."

"I.." she paused again, interally freaking out. Think of something, anything, (Y/N), come on! "I wanted to tell him about you...about us," she decided on telling him a lie, hoping that he would take it as the truth.

"Yeah?"

She couldn't decipher what he was truly thinking from his one word response. His widened eyes didn't help either, other than making her fall deeper into his trap with each second that passed. Now she was wracking her brain to think of ways to sell this.

The last thing she wanted to tell him was that she was going to sell him out...to tell Alfie what she felt his true intentions were.

"Yeah," she breathed, nodding her head as much as she could with his fingers still holding her chin. Sell it, (Y/N)!, her mind screamed before she raised her hands up to grip his lapels. All coherent thoughts flew out the window as she leaned in and kissed him.

This wasn't a loving kiss. It wasn't a slow one, unlike the ones they shared last night. She kissed him hard, hoping that the passion she put into it would be enough to get his mind off of the damn note and seal her lie for good.

His hold tightened on her chin, but he didn't break the kiss. In fact, his other hand moved from his side to her hip, where he began bunching up her skirt in order to make contact with her bare skin.

Success.

(Y/N) also became absorbed by the passion that they both were showing. It was hard not to given the fact that he was Tommy Shelby. The night they shared was one of the best she'd ever had. Conniving business man or not, she would remember it for the rest of her life.

"What in the bloody fucking hell is going on here?!"

What (Y/N) did not remember before getting sucked into this situation was to shut the door to her home.

Her eyes shot open and she became frantic, trying to break the kiss and move away from Tommy as quick as she could. "Alfie!" she shrieked, surprise clear on her face.

"Why're you fucking kissing my sister, mate?!" Alfie asked Tommy, speaking with a seething anger.

While (Y/N) was just about shaking from the shock of her brother showing up, Tommy didn't seem to be phased.

"Alfie he...he was just..."

"No," Alfie cut (Y/N) off, shaking his head and stopping her attempt to cover for the man now standing beside her, "I asked him not you. He knows family is off-fucking-limits, so I want him to answer me why."

Tommy said nothing. (Y/N) shrunk into herself more and more with each passing second. She'd never seen Alfie this angry.

"I said fucking answer me!" Alfie bellowed, drawing the revolver he had tucked into his waistband. He wasted no time in cocking it and holding it in Tommy's face.

Tommy still didn't move; didn't even flinch.

"You're going to fucking answer me," Alfie demanded, his voice low and menacing, "yeah, you're going to fucking answer me or it'll be your fucking brains blown out all over (Y/N)'s fucking foyer."

"Alfie, don't," (Y/N) begged her brother, reaching a shaky hand out in hopes that he would see it and lower his weapon.

"She called for you," Tommy spoke, his voice level and stoic.

"She fucking what?" Alfie asked, his brows furrowing slightly, confused by why Tommy was saying this.

“She called your office. You weren’t around. But my name was on the note,” Tommy shared more details.

“And what does that have fucking anything to do with you fucking kissing my sister?!” Alfie’s anger had returned.

“It has everything to do with it,” Tommy was still level-headed. “You see, she was going to tell you about this, about us,” he then dropped the bomb, motioning between himself and (Y/N) to emphasize the point he was making.

“I can explain,” (Y/N) was quick to blurt out, her eyes trained on the gun in Alfie’s hand, which he’d - thankfully - lowered from being aimed at Tommy’s head.

She couldn’t read the look in her brother’s eyes. The seconds felt like hours as they passed. She stood frozen as Alfie rose the revolver again and…….

Ok I’m evil, I know but……..

Don’t fret, if the poll’s closed by the time you’re reading this, you’re still more than welcome (and I’d encourage you, actually) to share what you think would happen next!!

p.s….this story won’t be getting continued. I’m just curious as to what y’all think.

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Hey Lee! (If you’re still doing them…) I’d love to know what would be on my report card! :)

K is very conscientious and shows excellent effort and care with daily work. She is frequently among the first to help and mentor other classmates. She is a valuable part of the classroom.

Ask me for a report card

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Lee! I’m so delighted to see that you’ve opened your requests up again!! ☺️ I can’t wait to see what amazing stuff your beautiful brain creates!!

I was wondering if you’d find any interest in this little bit of Tommy Shelby inspo I’ve been kicking around in my mind since I first heard this song (of course it’s a song) last year … it’s a bit too nsfw for my writing abilities, hence why it’s stayed in my mind, but I thought you’d might be the perfect writer for it - feel free to scrap it if it doesn’t spark anything though.

The song is called Double Cigarette by Allan Rayman .. the line that’s stuck with me and that I feel might make a good line for a fic is “I’ll bend you forget about all what we’ve been through” .. this, and a lot of the other lyrics in the song lend themselves to what I think would be this kind of intense back and forth between Tommy and a woman that always happens and has been carried out over the times that they’ve met/crossed paths. There’s some sort of history there and the attraction is almost palpable - maybe they’ve always stopped the banter before it got to that point in the past, but not this particular time when he says that line and they finally do cross the line.

I could highlight some more particular lyrics here, but the ask is already getting long and I don’t want to overwhelm you. You can make it as nsfw as you’d like as it’s obvious the lyric I shared is implying that (I know you’ll knock that part out of the park 😉) and I can’t wait to see what you’ll make of it — if you decide to undertake it, that is…there’s absolutely no pressure!

Ok, I think I’ve said enough — thanks so much for considering my request!! 💛

K, I'm sorry it's taken me so long to write your request! However, I've posted it now and I hope you enjoy it. It's called Double Cigarette Occassion.

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Hi Lee!

I’m curious as to what you’d see me wearing!! ☺️

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@runnning-outof-time and @cljordan-imperium I adore wartime letters and usually only see them written for Tommy so this was a treat! Ty for sharing them!

K, your letter from Kate made me teary eyed. The thought of having seen and held her husband and then having no word from him must have been nerve-racking. I can't imagine going about daily life for myself much less two children who need love and reassurance. However, the small details of their days made me smile, esp the mention of Mr. Whiskers and the girls' talent for drawing (like their father 🥹🥰)! I adore this little family so much.

CJ, I adore the strength and comfort contained within your letter to his wife. It's so like Arthur to want to be the tough one who has no fear of anything. I giggled at his comment about taking on Tommy: Tell Polly that I’ll deal with Tommy if he has something to say, and we all know the bastard will. And I was grinning like an idiot as I read his adorable story for Elsie and his swoon worthy words of adoration for his wife about her hair and her smile.

Arthur & Kate (Art & Kay)

Peakys Write A Letter

SUMMARY: While at war, Arthur receives a letter from his wife Kate. He had been home weeks before for a visit and she has not heard from him since, but she has some news to tell him, along with that she misses him dearly. Her letter gives him the fire he needs, and his letter indicates such in return. A/N = I received the amazing letter from @runnning-outof-time from her OC Katherine Shelby (Kate). My apologies for the great delay in responding but I was having trouble channeling Arthur...then one of my OC's took control and said that he identified with Arthur...so I hope that he is right and this is an adequate response. (I'm nervous y'all) I hope I did your wonderful letter justice!

TW = BLOOD/WAR/DEATH

(@runnning-outof-time)

Dearest Arthur,

I hope all is well with you. I hate that I have not heard from you in such a long while, but I understand that these sorts of things will happen when you're out on the front.

Being able to see you last month was like a dream come true. The girls are still reeling from it, and Lottie insists that you need to come home every other week now. I tried to tell her that it doesn't work like that, but she doesn't listen. She won't let me read another bedtime story because 'I don't do it like daddy does'.

Elsie wanted me to tell you that she lost a tooth, her very first tooth, and that she didn't even cry when it fell out. Of course, we couldn't find said tooth because it fell out when she was playing in the garden with Mr. Whiskers. By the way, we have a cat now...Mr. Whiskers kept showing up at our doorstep, so the girls convinced me to take him in. He's a very sweet addition to our household, one that I hope you will take to warmly when you return.

The girls are growing so much each day, so much so that I'm afraid you may not recognize them when you return. And they ask for you at the hardest times; at the times where I also am missing you. They wonder why you can't come back like you did, and why they can't talk to you. I tried to explain it, but I'm afraid that it goes over their heads. Children shouldn't have to understand war. They shouldn't have to worry if their family members will come back or not. It's been so hard to try to keep things positive around them, but with how bleak things have been looking, I'm afraid that my positivity may not last for much longer. Oh Arthur, you don’t know how hard it is for me to keep up the front that all is fine in front of them while I worry for your safety every second of every day.

Anyway, I won't fill the majority of this letter with my sad thoughts. Let me share some good news instead. Polly has managed to take total control of the shop, and she's running things in a way that has allowed us to continue making profits even though many men are out on the frontlines. She actually wanted me to ask you: how would you feel if she and I continued with our idea of hosting a special for women on certain race days? I know Tommy has his ideas of how the family business should be run, but you're the oldest and therefore have the power to make this decision. I feel as though this would continue to help Small Heath as a whole.

The nights are much quieter now with you and the boys being gone. Although at times quieter is better, I do miss the nights where we'd all stay up and share stories, and the nights we'd go out and camp under the stars. Oh, how much simpler those times were compared to the life we're living now.

I don't have much room left on the page, so I'll wrap this up with a few more, quick things. First, Elsie and Lottie have asked me to enclose some of their 'most favorite' drawings in this letter for you. It excites me to think that they're taking after you with their artistic talents. Second, I'm thinking of changing my hairstyle up...you may not even recognize me when you come home again. Lastly, along with Mr. Whiskers (who will not be leaving no matter what), how would you feel about us raising chickens?

I hope to hear from you soon, Art. Please be safe.

Sending all of my love until I can see you again,

Yours Always,

Kate Shelby

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(me)

My Dearest and Darling Kay,

How the pictures from the children did make me long to feel the warmth of your arms and to hear the sound of their laughter as they played in the yard.  Such comforts are far from where they boys and I are though.  While we are presently safe, the nights are cold and the sounds are never as melodious as your voice or the rhymes the children make to entertain themselves.  

Do not fret, for this shall end and the life we once knew will return.  I can feel it in my bones as surely as I know that Tommy will always find trouble no matter where he shall be and Polly will be the strongest person any of us know.  As I said Tommy makes trouble and Polly is strong, but she is also smart.  If she is making a profit, I see no reason to change things when we return.  My darling, I am proud of you, so proud my heart swells that you two have done so well. I cannot wait to stand beside you and back you. I hope you can feel my love surround you as you work.  Tell Polly that I’ll deal with Tommy if he has something to say, and we all know the bastard will.

Of course Elsie could find her tooth.  The Tooth Fairie already captured it and brought it over to me here on the frontlines.  She wanted me to have something so special since I can’t be there to see it.  And she wanted me to send this coin for it, it was too heavy for her to carry all the way back over here from France.  You see, during war, sometimes the Tooth Fairie has to make special trips and have couriers.  But she can’t tell anyone, it’s a secret. The Tooth Faerie is a spy for the British to bring me home sooner.

I am sorry I have not written sooner, since my visit my heart has ached so.  I have seen the you and the girls when my eyes have closed, your voices seeming to call to me in my dreams, but I awake afresh in this hell around me.  The mud and blood causing my thoughts to be dark and I did not want to burden your bright and beautiful soul with the thoughts of this tortured man that loves you more than my own life.  I would start to put thoughts to paper and I could not put upon you the darkness I have felt, I could not dim you in that way, my bright and shining Northern Star that guides me through this dark time as we fight. I will come home to you, we can raise cats and chickens, goat and cows if you want.  I do not care how you do your hair, if you even do it at all.  As long as that smile that you had when I was last home, that one that graced your angelic face when I surprised you, that one of utter adoration; if that one is upon your lips, then I do not care if the rest of the Earth falls to ruin, Kay, as long as there is you.  

So you tell those girls that John, Tommy, and I will be home soon.  You get with Penny and you make sure you are all ready.  Because we will win this war, Kay, we will.  We have to.  We’ve lost too many to give up and come home like dogs with our tails between our legs.  I have to believe this to keep the darkness that haunts my heart at bay.  We will come home and when we do we will have a party like Small Heath has never seen, we can stay up till dawn and not give a fuck who cares.  I will come home to you Kay, if I have to kill the devil himself to do it.

So, you do up that hair how you want.  You buy a nice dress.  And you know I am coming.

Art

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K's 2025

For the lovely @runnning-outof-time. Wishing you the best year ever!

Want a moodboard to predict your year? Send an ask!

[zablife]

Hi there Lee! I hope you’ve been well! 😊

I’ve been on the search for some new music and was wondering….

What is one song that you’ve had on repeat this week/recently??

I look forward to listening to it!! 💛

Hi K!! How are you? I’m having a lazy, happy weekend. Terrapin by Clairo is playing and I think it fits the vibe 💕

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My darling Lee you’ll always be Esme to me! 😘

You also bring the very light, open window letting the breeze blow the white curtains around vibes as well…but you could at the same time/in the same breath be the dark, wooden winding hallways that just add to the mystery of it all … that the duality of your amazing self!

Sorry if that all sounded cheesy 🤭 hope you’ve been well Lee! 🧡

Awwww, K 🥹 This is beautiful! I love the fact that you notice and appreciate the diff facets of my personality. It speaks to how observant and kind you are, so accepting of others! When I think of you...

An old school mix tape full of my fave songs 🎶

We've been moots for so long that seeing your username gives me a comforting sense of familiarity. Not to mention a little jolt of excitement, wondering what you'll share next. Tho I'm always certain it will be unique bc you have phenomenal range and ability.

Other associations I have with you: paperbacks shared between friends, open fields full of flowers and warm mugs of tea on a rainy afternoon.

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Hey Lee! I just wanted to pick your brain regarding something from The Bear if that’s ok…

What are your thoughts on Sydney and Carmy? Like do you ship them as a couple? Or do you feel that they’d work better as strictly business partners?

I don’t know how to feel about them….on one hand they have had some moments were there seems to be a spark and it makes me giddy, but then there’re others where I’m like ‘no…I just like them as friends’. I’m also kind of liking the vibes of Sydney and Marcus together - the one scene that I keep going back to is in season 1, where they’re at her house (I think) and she’s making a dish for him to try and they have a little heartfelt moment. I just love the vibes they have together.

Anyways…sorry for blabbing - I’d love to hear your thoughts!! ☺️

Hi K, tysm for the ask about The Bear! Tbh I see Carmy and Syd as amazing work friends, but not romantic partners. The spark between them comes from their love of food and the drive to succeed, but I see that energy crashing and burning v quickly if it was to turn romantic. I get the sense that Sydney would be horribly unhappy due to the fact that she doesn't always trust Carmy will be there for her and that kind of uncertainty ruins any solid foundation they might try to build. (I'm worried enough for them as business partners!)

I will note this is how I feel about the characters in canon and would not be against shipping them in fanfic bc I agree they do make an adorable couple when they're geeking out over recipes 🥰

As for Syd and Marcus, I love these two individually and haven't decided how I feel about them as a couple. Marcus would be the most loving partner anyone could ever ask for, but I'm not sure Sydney reciprocates his feelings for her?? Perhaps she's slow to come around tho. I hope so bc I ship them!

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Love the new theme, Lee!! Perfect in time for the upcoming holiday!! ❤️

Ty, darling K! You're the sweetest! I might have to change again tho bc I'm too tempted to do another with lovely Lana 🙈 Wouldn't that be sublime?

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Send this to ten other bloggers you think are wonderful- keep the game going and make someone smile! 💕

😂 Love you, K!! Sending this right back to you for being the most wonderful person ever 💞

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Hi Lee! I hope you’re well!

I just wanted to stop in and say hi — I’m adding this polar bear in hopes that it’ll brighten your day. I hope you find something that makes you smile this week! ☺️💕

Hi K! Tbh I feel a bit like this guy trying to accomplish anything today😂 However, your lovely message has def given me a boost so ty for the encouragement 💕 I hope your week is going well so far and you're having loads of fun writing your celebration blurbs!

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Happy 3 years to your wonderful blog, Lee!! 🥳🥳 may I share with you 3 gifs that might make you happy?? 💛

Oh, my dear K, you know the way to my heart 😍 Ty for these sumptuous offerings!