#floristic championship

[missjomarch]

catching flights

luca fantilli x reader word count: 1.5k warnings: none :) just fluff a/n: unedited and first writing in a while. I needed something to force the writers block out of me :')

You anxiously drummed your fingers against your arm rest as you glanced out the window for what felt like the millionth time. It had been about 10 minutes since the flight attendant announced that the plane would be landing soon, instructing everyone to fasten their seatbelts. However, it wasn't the landing that had your heart pounding.

You hadn't seen your family or your boyfriend, Luca, in 5 months. Originally, you had been ecstatic to embark on your study abroad trip to France. But you had been entirely unprepared for how much you would miss the people back home, Luca especially.

Having moved from your home in New York to Michigan for college, you were accustomed to being distanced from your family. However, you'd been with Luca almost everyday for the past year and a half. While you two had never navigated a long distance relationship, you were both confident your relationship could survive the trip.

You had planned the whole thing out, scheduling FaceTime dates often and promising to update each other pictures throughout the week (yours were admittedly a lot more interesting). Luca even had flowers delivered to you from a local florist in France on multiple occasions. Your love didn't dwindle with the distance, but it was the smaller things the two of you didn't account for prior to the trip.

Both of you struggled with the time difference, of course, but being without each others support on the hard days was the most difficult part. You couldn't go curl up in Luca's bed after a bad day, or meet him for coffee during your class break. There were no pregame naps or post win parties to be had. But the absolute worst part was missing hockey playoffs.

Luca was always incredibly hard on himself after a loss, and the playoffs only amplified this. You had to watch through your phone screen as he broke down after losing in the championship. You didn't think it could get worse than the lose to Quinnipiac the year before, but somehow it had. You did your best to comfort him from afar, but it shattered your heart seeing his pain and being unable to just be there. Not only did it pain you to see Luca's defeat, but the rest of the boys as well. The team had become your family, most of the boys even referred to you as 'mom', and you hated being unable to comfort them.

After that night in April, time seemed to go by a little quicker, and you were now finally headed home. You had begun counting down the days until your return the second your plane landed in France. And, despite him chastising you for this, so had Luca. But the day had finally come, and Luca would be waiting to pick you up and the airport.

He had texted you that morning to let you know he'd be picking you up instead of your mom. To say you were excited would be a drastic understatement. Originally, he wasn't going to be able to come see you in New York until 2 weeks after your arrival because of a golf trip with 'the boys'. But, in his words, he "missed you too much". So he skipped the trip to come welcome you home instead.

The plane landed at the airport right on schedule, and you quickly grabbed your carry-on before making your way to baggage claim. After you told Luca you had landed, he sent you the location of where he'd be waiting. You were about to burst with excitement, entirely prepared to grab your bag and haul ass to the airport lobby.

However, as you descended on the escalator you noticed a familiar blond smiling up at you. Luca had already grabbed your bags, and was waiting for you near a bench in the corner.

You couldn't stop the wide grin that formed, and you had to refrain from toppling over the people in front of you on the escalator. As soon as you reached the bottom, you were sprinting towards him.

"Lu!" you shouted, dropping your bags and practically tackling your boyfriend. Your arms wrapped around his neck as your legs found his waist, and you were finally reunited. You had promised yourself that you wouldn't get overly emotional, but you could feel the tears that were beginning to well. Luca chuckled as you clung to him, wrapping his arms around you to return the tight embrace.

"There's my girl," Luca mumbled into your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume for the first time in months.

You couldn't care less about the attention you had attracted with your dramatic display. It was just you and Luca in the world right now, that's all that mattered. You basked in his embrace for what felt like hours. He didn't release his hold until he heard your sniffles, only then did he pull away to look at your tear streaked face.

A look of concern crossed his face, "Hey, no tears. What's that all about?"

"I just really missed you," you mumbled, slightly embarrassed by your level of emotion.

Luca had set you down now, and his hands came up to brush your hair from your face before resting on your cheeks. A small smile played at his lips.

"I missed you too, love. But there's no need for tears. You're back with me now, yeah?" You nodded in response, sending a small smile back. "And you're literally not going to be able to get rid of me for the entire summer. You're gonna be tired of me before the month is over."

You shook your head at this, "I could never get tired of you, Lu."

Luca didn't respond, instead leaning down to give you a long overdue kiss. Your hands made their way to grab where his wrists rested by your face. You pulled away before the kiss could get too intense, but you both still pulled away breathing heavily.

Luca rested his forehead against yours, "God, I missed that so much."

"Really?" You scoff, playfully shoving his shoulder, "Is that all I'm good for Fantilli?"

"Well I definitely didn't miss your attitude," Luca rolled his eyes, only to be met with you smacking him across the head. He quickly corrected himself.

"Ouch. I mean of course not, baby. I love everything about you."

"That's what I thought." You were about to place another kiss to your boyfriend's lips when an all too familiar voice sounded to your left.

"You guys can't seriously be fighting already."

"Come on Fants, she just got back."

You look to find none other than Seamus and Rutger approaching you. You gasp, quickly wiggling out of Luca's hold to throw your arms around the boys.

"MY BABIES!!" You exclaim, practically jumping with excitement. Luca stands to the side, jaw dropped as he watches the interaction.

"Damn, Fantilli. We've done stole your woman," Rutger pokes at Luca, giggling at the scowl on your boyfriend's face.

"You two were supposed to wait in the car," Luca grumbles, voice exposing his mild jealousy.

"And miss this reaction? Not a chance, bro."

Luca only glares at Seamus, turning to wrap his arm around your waist. He presses a chaste kiss to your temple before mumbling a "surprise" in your ear.

"Careful, Lu. You're looking a bit green." You whisper back to your boyfriend.

Luca groans, "The least they could do is give me 15 minutes alone with my girlfriend. Who I haven't seen in 5 months, in case you forgot." Luca sends a pointed look to the two boys standing before you.

They both just shrug, throwing their hands up in mock surrender.

"Neither have we, bro. That's our mom. It's on you for bringing us along," Rutger says.

"And I'm sure you guys will get plenty of alone time tonight," Seamus suggests, winking at you.

"Okayyyy, that's enough of that," You joke, "I'm going to guess this means the boys trip wasn't actually canceled on my account."

"More like relocated," Luca responds with an innocent smile. You just roll your eyes, nodding in acceptance.

"We promise not to steal him away too much, y/n. Don't you worry."

You let out a small laugh, "thanks shea."

Turning to Luca, you yawn slightly. "I am incredibly jet lagged though, so can we go home?" Luca nodded, turning to grab your bags. You stop him, and he looks back at you confused.

You jerk your head to the two idiots behind you, "let them get it."

"I think your thinking," Luca smiles at you before intertwining his hand with yours. The boys grumble, but pick up your luggage nonetheless. They complain the entire way to the car, only to be met with your apathy.

"You two are the ones who decided to come inside. You could've been sitting pretty in the car instead," you smarted back. This shut them up quickly, and you looked up to find Luca grinning at you.

"What?"

"I missed you so much."

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Behind The OC Name

Thank you @kaitaiga @alypink @welldonekhushi @revnah1406 for the tag! Let's do this!

OKAY. I'm gonna turn into a bachelor of yappology here so bear with me ☝️🤓

🌹 Charlotte 'Jade' Le Jardin 🌹

Initially, I wanted to name her 'Roxanne'. Some of you might know this, but Jade used to be my original story's main character called Louisa. BUT, Louisa's initial name was Roxanne. I didn't know why, but elementary school me liked Roxanne so much (I didn't even know that it's also a song title by The Police back then HAHAH). I wanted a very recognizable name, but I think it was a bit much, so I switched to Charlotte because of Charlotte Bronte, the writer. Also, it turns out that 'Charlotte' means 'free man', it's pretty cool since Jade's story is mainly about breaking free from MI6's influence and shackles along with her parents. Meanwhile, Le Jardin was the result of Jade's family's occupation as a florist. I mean, it's a fake last name anyway as they were making an entirely new identity after escaping from MI6.

Jade was literally just because she had a green eyes, but I felt it's too cliche so I made an entirely new black division of MI6 where each agent is named of a type of ore/jewel. Plus, Jade is just easy to pronounce and recognizable, perfect for communication purpose!

🐞 Eleanor 'Ladybug' Graham 🐞

Eleanor's name came up just out of the blue from my mind. I drew Lady's design first, and then decided to make a name for her, and it's either Eleanor or Claudia, and I thought Claudia doesn't suit her at all, so I stayed with Eleanor. Eleanor means 'Light-hearted' or 'shining light', kind of goes along with her 'take-it-easy' attitude and how she's a medic and becomes the light of hope for the wounded. The surname Graham is literally just my obsession with Will Graham from Hannibal. My 14-16 year old ahh was obsessed with NBC Hannibal, and Will held a special place in my heart LOL.

When I created Ladybug, I knew I wanted a special and a cheeky callsign for her to pair with Gaz. I never really liked bugs, but I thought back then that a ladybug's shape and pattern is so damn cute and endearingly silly. So I just went with Ladybug. AND THEN, The NFC Championship 2023 game happened between 49ers vs Lions. Brandon Aiyuk caught a pass from Brock Purdy after the ball straight up bounced from Kindle Vildor's helmet, which resulted in a touchdown in the next play. At the interview post game, Aiyuk said "a ladybug landed on my shoe." JUST THEN I KNEW THAT LADYBUG MEANS 'GOOD LUCK'. And then the gears on my brain turned, and I can connect with how Gaz is always unfortunately hanging/falling from an aircraft, be it an airplane or a helicopter. The fact that he's always came out ALIVE after those events just tell me, there's gotta be a ladybug that's always with him 24/7!

🔥 Barandos 'Bara' Tarigan 🔥

For Bara, I just KNOW that his name's gotta be Bara because there's a celebrity chef from Indonesia called Bara Patirajawane, and it's such a sick name that I just had to make it into a name of my OC HAHAH. Bara also means 'fire embers' and it's pretty cool ngl. Tarigan is a Batak tribe surname (I'm half Batak from my name), so I just wanna have that element on my OC.

⏳ Silja Freyrsdottir ⏳

For Silja, I actually had quite a hardtime to name my OC. I didn't know what her appeareance yet, her story yet, and like what her role was in the God of War Ragnarok storyline. So I started to think of what goddess she was, and I wanted it to be close to Heimdall, so the Goddess of Memory and Remembrance it was. I then searched for that kind of god in the Norse mythology, and I didn't really find anyone that came close to what I imagined, so I just started from sratch. I sketched her character, and as I draw her I make up a story in my mind. Oh, she's an adventurer, a rogue princess, hmmm from what realm, Alfheim? Let's do that cuz I love Freyr. I wanted her name to be either 'Silja' which ironically means 'blind', or Ragnhild, which means 'battlecounsel'. QUICKLY I feel that Ragnhild sounded to professional for her adventurous character. Silja sounded so right, and her name could be like a contradiction to what her ability is, which is seeing people's pasts, but blind to the present (a flaw much like Heimdall's).

Tagging YOU 🫵 Reblog this with your OC's name lore!

[formulaa-1]

instagram au ✨ L.H

vet!reader x Lewis hamilton

fans sususpect that Lewis hamilton is dating roscoes vet 🐶 is award winning vet y/n y/l/n and formula 1 championship winning Lewis hamilton dating ?

I have been thinking about vet!reader x l.h for the longest time and I felt it was very fitting so here we go !

y/nusername

y/nusername: this is definitely one of the most rewarding jobs ❤️🐶

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lh44_fann: awhhh y/n’s roscoes vet 🥹🥹🥹

user292: such a kind person ❤️

roscoelovescoco: I’s is a cutes pooch🐶

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f1waggupdatess: lewis hamilton spot with mystery woman. who is she ? are they dating?

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hamilton_44: isn’t that roscoes vet ? Y/n ?

user373: i think it is yeah !

mercgirl63: we’ve lost him🥲 but it’s y/n so it’s all good 🥹

fanoflh44; OH EM GEEE Y/N??!!

username_37: ❤️❤️❤️

y/nusername’s story

lewishamilton’s story

f1waggupdatess

f1waggupdatess: new update on the y/n - lewis situation … lewis posted that he was at a florist today then not even 2 hours later y/n got flowers and captioned the photo “he’s a keeper❤️”

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fan2: they’re deffo together!

mercedes4eva: oh for sure 💯💯💯

threearrows: SCREAMING CRYTHING THROWING UP

user69: okay but that florist is so beautiful 🤩

uaer333: I’d be sneezing like an asthmatic cat 😭😭

user69: LMAOOOOOOOO

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lewishamilton: love is in the air 😏

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authors note- hope you enjoyed this because Iv been thinking about this for a long time ,again it’s short and sweet ;)

[elf-kid2]

Role-Reversal AU's are fun, and good for a thought-exercise and character exploration... And it's interesting when you come across characters who simply Will Not Work in a Role-Reversal scenario!

Helluva Boss is a good example of that. Specifically, Blitz and Stolas.

"What if the roles were reversed? What if Blitz was old-money Demon Royalty, and Stolas was a struggling business owner with a complicated (& star-studded) backstory?"

-Well, for starters, Blitz would not be the person he IS if he were Old Money Royalty! His entire PERSONALITY was FORGED in the fires of poverty, active competition, substance abuse, dreams of upward mobility, and a world trying to keep him down!

Take away his specific trauma's and give him a different set?! He becomes a WHOLE DIFFERENT CHARACTER!

"Stolas grew up in a Circus, instead of a Gilded Cage--!" Okay, so was he a clown, an acrobat, a fortune teller, or what,? How do you fit this rich-boy from the poetry group into the mould of a Carnie?

He is a nepo-baby; he is a student who was pressured to Study Hard so that he could earn that Law Degree without Father having to bribe the University; his whole life was planned for him without his input. How do you re-write him into a self-made man who chose to leave the Family Business and take his career in an entirely different direction.

You might as well have a different character!

.

If I were to imagine Blitz as Demon Royalty, he would be a warlord, some Foot soldier or General who took the throne in a bloody coup during some ongoing conflict.

Cavalry with bloodied swords, not 8th-generation Fencing School championships at the Country Club.

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Likewise, I can imagine Stolas in the working class-- perhaps as a florist, or some kind of clerk or secretary with a Stressful Desk Job, trying to support their teenage daughter, convinced that they're way to old for their "Cinderella Story" to ever actually happen...

But I have to change things, see? I can't simply put one into the other's shoes, because they never would've grown into the people they are now, if they're been wearing those boots from the start.

You're?

[racingliners]

hiiiiiiii, 11 + sewis :D

hi!!!!!!! this was literally the first thing that popped into my head so I just ran with it, I hope you like it! 💚

sewis + "This must be a mistake" - send me a prompt!

Lewis returned to his apartment building just before eleven. He’d intentionally slept in, deciding to do his early morning jog at mid-morning instead. Monaco weather was more temperate in October so he would get away with it without suffering too much, unlike in the summer where he would have to make a stop to dip in the sea to cool off.

He smiled at the concierge on duty and was halfway over to the lift when the concierge called out to Lewis, stopping him in his tracks.

“Pardon me Monsieur Hamilton, these came for you while you were out.” The concierge delicately lifted a bouquet of flowers from under his desk. It wasn’t ostentatiously massive, but it wasn’t small either, whoever sent it clearly went to some kind of trouble.

“For me, are you sure?” Lewis even pointed at himself just to make sure there wasn’t another Lewis Hamilton in the building that was due a bouquet of flowers.

“Oui, I know the florist in Nice they came from.”

“Alright then,” Lewis went over to the desk, as he accepted the flowers he asked if there was anything else, and the concierge just shook his head. “Thanks, have a good day.”

“And you!” Lewis strolled over to the lift with the flowers nestled in the crook of his elbow and he pressed the polished gold button for his floor. Thankfully for his sake no one else stepped in along the way up or was in the corridor when Lewis exited the lift and walked the few short paces to his door.

The apartment was empty thanks to Angela offering to take Roscoe and Coco for a walk round the marina, so Lewis bolted the safety chain and went into the kitchen to look for a vase. It took him five cupboards to find one, clear glass shaped in a perfect cylinder that he half-filled with cold water from the kitchen sink.

He assumed the flowers were from Mercedes, a small token of their congratulations on his sixth championship win. And it made sense for them to get a florist in Nice to deliver flowers to Lewis as opposed to him getting them at the factory leaving Lewis to worry about the logistics of getting a bouquet through the French-Monaco border.

The flowers had been wrapped in brown paper as opposed to plastic and was tied together with a small red bow. Lewis didn’t know much about flowers but he recognised the blush pink peonies and light purple dahlias as he gently put the bouquet in the vase, small white and blue flowers filled out the rest of the bouquet alongside some greenery. It was too beautiful to be left in the kitchen, so Lewis carried the vase through to the living room and set it down on the coffee table, and he picked the white card off the plastic clip to read it.

Congratulations on your sixth world title

Call me when you get these

Seb x

Lewis almost dropped the small white card and fell backwards onto the sofa, but somehow he both stayed upright and kept a hold of the small white card.

“This has to be a mistake.” He muttered to himself as he examined the writing more closely. He read it another three or four times, each time feeling more convinced that the handwriting could only have been Sebastian’s.

So why did he sign the card off with a kiss?

Lewis frantically looked around for his phone, only for it to still be in his pocket. He quickly found Seb in his contacts and pressed the green dial button, pressing his phone firmly against his ear.

With each passing ring Lewis’ heart started to beat faster and faster, to the point he was worried it would fly out of his chest and land somewhere in the Mediterranean Sea.

The flowers didn’t make any sense. Seb had sought out Lewis in the paddock in Austin to say congratulations with a bright smile and a hug as warm as the midday sun, so why did he feel a need to send them? Lewis had unknowingly started pacing by the time Seb picked up.

“Lewis!” It didn’t feel right, but Lewis could swear that Sebastian sounded nervous. “Hi.”

“Hey man,” Lewis tried his best to sound like nothing in the world was bothering him, even though he was still clinging into the small card for dear life. “Listen um, this might sound a bit weird but…” He paused to briefly glance over at the flowers. Whoever they were from, they were beautiful. “Did you…” Lewis could feel beads of sweat start to form on the back of his neck, he’d never felt so ridiculous in all his life. “Did you have flowers sent to my apartment?” The words flew out of his mouth so fast it almost didn’t sound like a proper sentence.

“Yes, I did.” Yet somehow Seb managed to make sense of them. “If you hate them I can go back to the florist and ask for something different.” Lewis could hear the forced smile in Sebastian’s voice, he hated it.

“They’re gorgeous Seb.” He said softly, as his legs finally gave way and he sat down on the edge of the sofa. “You wrote on the card to call you when I got them, so…”

Where did you begin when the man you had fought so hard for the championship twelve months ago had sent flowers for another championship win a year later.

“I’m in Nice.” Seb said quietly, like it was a secret meant just for them both.

“Why?” None of the past ten minutes made any sense to Lewis whatsoever.

“Because I couldn’t just turn up unannounced with flowers without explaining myself.”

“Why would you have to explain yourself?” Lewis’ brow was furrowed so tightly it was starting to hurt. He heard Sebastian take a deep breath on the other end of the line.

“I talked myself into telling you slowly, first the flowers, then the phone call, then…” He paused for so long Lewis was briefly terrified that Seb had hung up, and that Lewis would either have to wait until Brazil to speak to Sebastian or corner him in Switzerland to find out what on Earth was going on.

“Then what? Seb?”

“I…” Sebastian’s voice cracked completely in two. “I love you, Lewis.”

With the concentration Lewis needed to keep a hold of his phone, the card that had came with the flowers slowly fluttered to the ground. He watched it delicately land, and felt sad when the side with Seb’s handwriting was now face down away from view.

“You don’t need to say anything, you don’t even have to talk to me again if that’s what you want. I just…” Seb let out a long shaky breath. “I just wanted to let you know.”

Lewis’s back fell against the sofa, forcing a small puff of air from his lungs.

“You love me?”

“Yes.”

“Like…” Suddenly almost every word in the English language had evaporated from Lewis’ head. What did you say, when the guy you’d spent years racing against suddenly said they were in love with you?

“Like I want to do everything in the world with you, and more.” Seb’s voice wasn’t just dripping with sincerity, but something even deeper.

As Lewis sat dumfounded on the sofa, he didn’t think about the practicalities of what this meant, or that he should have started packing by now. He wondered, for the first time, what it would be like to kiss Seb.

And he realised very quickly that he really wanted to find out.

“Get over here then.”

On the other end of the line, he heard a relieved sigh and Sebastian’s trademark grin in his voice.

“I’ll be twenty minutes.”

[f1-giuki]

first line tag game!!!!!!!

rules: put the first line of ur last 10 fics!!! tagged by the cutie @3ncr1pted 💖💖

most of these are porn lmao😭💖

Are you thinkin' 'bout me? (I'm kinda thinkin' you are) : Oscar should have seen it coming. lestapstri threesome.

Wanna know what I got goin' on down there? : “Oscar, mate, I feel like after the end of the season we haven't talked for shit! [Tell me something! How has the break been?” Lando asks, spinning in his office chair.] maxoscar pwp

Dripping Wet : Oscar has moved to Monaco less than a year ago, spent an insane amount of money for his relatively small luxury apartment with a view of the marina , but his bathroom sink has been a leaky little thing for way too long, and his plumber bills have started to add up to a concerning amount of money. maxoscar pwp

First Impressions : It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. lestappen girlcharles pride and prejudice au.

Brat Summer : “Sir, there must have been a mistake!” [Charles begs, willing to even get on his knees, if that means he gets to change the partner of his mission.] lestappen spideypool au.

Obsessed : “Lando, mate, how was your ex called?” [Carlos asks one afternoon.] carcar pwp

Touch tank : “Where has Charles gone? [This is supposed to be her championship pool party!” George complains, holding his Martini glass tightly in his hands.] lestappen girlcharles fluff and smut.

Evil under the blossoms : For how absurd it may look, there's a tradition that Max Verstappen likes to follow when something bad happens: an Italian croissant filled with sweet custard and a decaf espresso. lestappen fluff detective au w florist Max.

Something to give each other : Max Emilie Verstappen hates Valentine’s day. lesbian lestappen + landoscar valentine's day fluff.

If you'd have been there (if you'd have seen it) : Not even Christmas gives Max a rest. lestappen sugarbaby Charles au.

tagging @scythewrites @lovelylotusf1 @ocontraire @fueledbyremembering @sediciii @wisteriagoesvroom @bright-and-burning @cx-boxbox if you want to loves!!!💖💖💖

[milk-crater]

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Pairing/wrestler: Adamjf

Word: bruises

Picture:

MB, I couldn't fit the 'bruises' part in but I was inspired. I hope you like this! *** “Hi, doll,” Max drawled, then realized maybe that wasn’t the best way to greet a tombstone. Well, whatever, no one else was visiting the graveyard today: too hot. The Florida heat meant Max’s balls were threatening to evaporate in his three-piece suit. Maybe he should have dressed-down, but it’s not every day you visit the grave of one of your heroes. Heroes and chief spank-bank material bank in the day, but Max didn’t want to dwell on that, not when he was standing by the guy’s grave.

“I brought you flowers.” Max laid the bouquet of roses by the grave. Again, maybe an odd choice, but Max had immediately been drawn to them when he stopped by the florists. “Anyway, I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Maxwell Jacob Friedman, and I’m the best wrestler in the world.”

Adam Cole’s grave sat still before him. Around him the different Florida wildlife croaked and chirped, totally undercutting the somber mood.

“You know, when I was younger I dreamed about the two of us. That we’d met in the ring and do something special,” Max said. “I’m in this new company, All Elite Wrestling. It’s run by your old buds, those dweebs the Young Bucks. Oh, and Kenny Omega and Cody Rhodes.” Shortly after signing with AEW Cody had told Max that no matter, do not ask Kenny or the Young Bucks about Adam Cole. “I know you’re a big fan, but he was their close, personal friend, and his death hit them all very hard,” Cody had said, with that pompous gravitas of a teacher who wants to impart a life lesson but also be your best bud. Max had just snorted. He was supposed to feel sorry for them? At least they had known Adam, had been his friend. Max would never have that.

The unfairness of it all hit Max, not for the first time. He scrunched up his face, trying to keep tears from forming.

“Who dies from drinking an expired energy drink?” Max spat out. “What the hell? Why’d you have to have such a weak constitution? If we’d met I just know we could have been...” Rivals? Lovers? Friends? Maybe Max didn’t know after all.

Max rolled his neck, controlled his breathing.

“Well, whatever. It’s way too fucking hot out here, so I’m going to split.” He turned to go, then cast one look over his shoulder at the grave. “I’ll drop by again next time I’m in Florida. And I’ll have a fucking championship belt around my waist to show you.”    

[irelandking]

modern au fic recs

bucky barnes x reader

❤️ = fluff 😔 = angst 🔥 = smut 📱 = social media au

multiparts/series:

seat 2C - @viollettes

Part 2 & Part 3 Bucky gets signed up to be a seat-filler at the Academy Awards, only to get assigned to the seat next to one of his favorite actresses. ❤️

i’m with you - @wkemeup

When two strangers meet on a layover in the Charlotte Airport, they are sent on a whirlwind weekend filled with cancelled flights, painful questions over giant checkers, an ex-boyfriend’s wedding, and a confrontational graduation. They find that a lifetime can sit in the span of three days and it doesn’t take very long at all to fall in love. ❤️

soul mark - @kaunis-sielu

Part 2 soul mark au ❤️

city love - @chrevastan

You attend one of Natasha’s office parties against your will and end up meeting a charming stranger who turns out to be the person who runs the company. CEO!Bucky ❤️

the holiday hack - @gogolucky13

part 2, part 3 You ask Bucky to be your stand-in boyfriend for your family’s Christmas party. [Fake dating AU] ❤️

mais charmante - @sunmoonandeddie

James needs something.  More specifically, he needs someone.  Someone he can take care of that’ll fill his daily quota of affection.  Who better than a college student whose heart is too big for her own good? sugar daddy au ❤️📱

baker bucky au masterlist - @angrythingstarlight

all interconnected one shots ❤️🔥

fight for you - @teamatsumu

At the annual local boxing championship, Y/N is the leading medical specialist on call. It’s a whole new environment, and despite the drastic change, she loves it. Bucky Barnes is the reigning boxing champion of Brooklyn. Virtually undefeated, this tattoo artist by day, boxer by night is someone that is now fighting his way into Y/N’s head. And she’s helpless in front of his winning streak. ❤️🔥😔

once upon a time - @navybrat817

part 2 & 3: far, far away, a real prince charming librarian!bucky - happily ever after begins in the subway ❤️

freshly picked - @navybrat817

beefy!bucky florist, multiple parts ❤️🔥 budding romance, blossoming, fragrance, petal, sweetest nectar, efflorescence, adventures in babysitting, and grandeur

sugar and spice - @navybrat817

tattoo artist!bucky au, multiple parts ❤️🔥 and everything nice, what dreams are made of, and sweet and strong

everyone's watching him (but he's looking at her) - @writing-for-marvel

The entire world’s eyes are on movie star Bucky Barnes, what he’s wearing, who he’s dating, even the mystery behind why he needs a prosthetic arm - but Bucky doesn’t care about all that, he’s only got one thing on his mind, you. ❤️😔

sugary sweet - @all1e23

Is it all just sugar or something more? This is not a typical sugar daddy fic. Ya know me. Can’t make Bucky anything but the softest man to ever exist. There is smut so 18+, please. * ❤️🔥

he's hazardous to my health - @writing-for-marvel

Bucky Barnes is a beefy paramedic with a traumatic past, who has left a trail of broken hearts behind him. You are a resident doctor new to town, who barely has time to date between long shifts. When your paths cross in your ER during a disaster, is it the start of something magical, or are you destined to be just another of Bucky’s former flames? ❤️🔥😔

all the blind dates - @supersoldierslover

After finding out that your boyfriend was cheating on you, you agree to go a few blind dates to help you move on ❤️📱

feelings you can't deny - @buckysmischief

You love working with your brother and best friends. But what will happen when Bucky visits the Avengers and you can’t seem to stop embarrassing yourself? bucky x stark!reader ❤️📱

[28dayslater]

Fuck you Nottingham florist, enjoy the championship next year 😁

[omori-aus-archive]

Bet you all thought I wouldn’t come back to this, huh? Well, since I’m struggling with the HIKKI/OMARI AU atm, I thought now would be the perfect time to finally start the Epilogue Arc. Hope you all enjoy the end of this AU.

Epilogue I: Chapter 38: Arc 12: Endings Are Beginnings Reprise: The Next Chapter

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(Several years later....)

As time went on, the group began to discover their own paths in life. Separate from their lives as a found family, but still connected through their experiences with one another.

Hero, based on what happened to Mari, Sunny, and Basil, ultimately took his pursuit in medical education much more seriously. No longer bound by wanting to simply please his parent, he wanted to make sure the tragedies that befell his loved ones didn't happen again.

He graduated with a master's degree at the age of 27.

Kel never stopped going after his dreams with sports. Shortly after graduating high school, he attempted to draft for the NBA...with minimal success.

Ultimately, it seemed that Faraway High School and the nearby colleges took notice of his skills and requested that he join their basketball teams either as an athlete or a coach.

He ultimately chose to become a coach, surprisingly becoming VERY successful in this career and only taking part-time liberal arts college classes. He managed to get his team to the championship at age 24.

As for Basil, given his love of gardening and taking care of plants, it wasn't a surprise that he looked into get a florist career. Much like Kel, he also only to took liberal arts part-time. He was only 22 when he opened up shop.

He ultimately named it after his grandmother and Polly.

Aubrey, surprisingly, seemed to have been the most interested in pursuing a career with the exception of Hero. Ultimately, she successfully managed to graduate, before entering college part-time with the plan to become a hair stylist.

She graduated with an associate's degree in cosmetology, before taking a job at the local salon in Faraway.

Sunny and Mari seemed to struggle with their education more as they really had no idea on what careers they each wanted. While the boy had some idea related to his more creative mindset, his sister was at a loss on what to do....

Unlike most of the group, the one thing she DID have a passion for was no longer enjoyable, not to mention that she associated it with a period of her life that she felt was unhealthy to her mindset.

And despite her struggles, a part of her felt like there was a need to share her story, even if no one believed her.

And thus, she began getting into becoming an author.

Ultimately, she graduated with an associate's degree.

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In regards to their more personal lives, Hero and Mari began rekindling their romance and got married at the age of 23.

When the two made the decision to move in together, Mari was insistent on moving into the house next door or across the street from her current residence.

It was clear that she didn't want the past to repeat itself and Hero was more than willing to help her with that.

Sunny and Aubrey, meanwhile, had successfully decided to have a legitimate romance and ultimately got married at the age of 22. Aubrey ended up moving in with Sunny rather than them buying a house.

Aubrey felt like it was the best choice. Not only were Mari and Hero right across the street, most of the group were well within walking distance.

Kel had a few dates, though they sadly didn't last. Thankfully, they managed to end on good terms. The coach honestly felt like a relationship like that was not for him.

Basil, on the other hand, chose to remain single. Unlike Kel, it wasn't because of the type of relationship. It was because the person he had feelings for, who was Sunny, was already taken.

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In their mid-20s, Sunny and Aubrey would surprise everyone when they introduced their daughter, given the name Eri. Mari pulled her brother to the side, understandably in shock by his sudden step in responsibility.

Sunny explained to her that after what he and Mari went through...what they ALL went through with their own parents...he didn't want another child to experience that pain too.

So he and Aubrey adopted Eri and gave her a name that she'd be happy to have.

About two years later, Mari and Hero would have a child of their own; a son named Henry. And after holding her son in her arms, Mari understood why Sunny wanted to make sure his daughter didn't go through the same experience he and Mari did.

The woman realized that she'd do anything to keep her son and niece safe and happy. Just like Sunny would.

In the passing decades, the group would notice just how attached the two kids became. They essentially treated each other as siblings.

Mari and Sunny felt overjoyed by that.

A sense of peace came over them.... One that would last for a lifetime....

Omori: By Your Side. Always. (Ghost Mari AU)

(Cover art by @enigmaticallyartful and edited by me.)

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Chapter 1: Arc 1: Endings Are Beginnings: Death And Afterlife

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At first, there’s darkness surrounding her.

All she remembered right now was….an overwhelming and unshakable feeling of regret and guilt.

An overwhelming sorrow and aching heart. A pain in the back of her neck and the cold welcoming of death….

An unbreakable….and UNSTOPPABLE amount of rage and hatred towards herself for harming someone she loved….

She remembered begging….pleading….PRAYING to that someone to forgive her. To not blame himself for her actions. For an accident that SHE caused.

Then darkness returned as a surprising, yet unsettling warmth greeted her….

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The first thing that Mari noticed when she opened her eyes was that she was on the floor by the stairs, laying on her back. Much to her surprise, she wasn’t in pain. “Why am I….?” She began to ask herself, before she froze when she heard Sunny sobbing.

Immediately, Mari got to her feet, but stopped just short of the stairs when she noticed her brother’s destroyed violin. She remembered that Sunny had broken it in frustration.

Mari also remembered being shoved down the stairs by the younger teenager, only for him to immediately try and grab her hand to stop her from falling in panic and regret.

She then remembered her argument with Sunny that caused him to shove her, flinching as guilt course through her. She….really fucked up during that, for lack of a better term. She probably scared Sunny and made him hate her.

She then panicked and immediately ran up the stairs. Sunny was sobbing because she hurt him. Her brother was crying because of the argument they had. She needed to apologize, comfort him, help him in anyway she could think of.

Sunny may have broken his violin, but Mari now knew that he must’ve had a good reason for it. If she found out about that, then she could help him.

She then ran towards her room, though her panic was too high for her to wonder WHY Sunny was in there. Why Basil was looking inside. Why she ran THROUGH the door itself.

As soon as she made it in, Mari opened her mouth to speak, but froze when she saw HERSELF in her bed. Not moving. Not breathing. Not LIVING.

“Am I….dead?” Mari whispered in horror and sorrow, watching her little brother sob his eyes out as he held her lifeless hand. With Basil watching from the open door.

An older Mari, furious and frighteningly similar to an adult angel, shouted, “DAMN RIGHT! YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED!” “HOW DARE YOU YELL AND TREAT YOUR BROTHER LIKE THAT!” The angel snapped in rage, causing the 15-year-old to jump in fright.

Another Mari, but as a saddened and heart-broken child, said, “Why did you push Sunny so hard? He was clearly becoming more frustrated and you….” “You didn’t seem to CARE….” The saddened girl said, nearly choking on her own sob.

Another Mari, who was mostly entirely in shadow, looked at Sunny and hugged him tightly. Or tried to anyway, as she began crying. The shadowed Mari began whispering to Sunny how sorry she was, but didn’t ask for forgiveness.

Mari then collapsed to her knees and broke into sobs, whispering, “God, what have I done….?” She knew what she did. She had FUCKED UP….

And she probably would never be able to get a chance to redeem herself for it. She was dead….because she hurt Sunny.

As far as she was currently concerned…..THIS was her penance. And she was MORE than certain that she deserved it.

After what seemed like hours of crying to herself, of feeling guilt eat away at her, of feeling furious with herself, Mari looked up at the bed, only to notice Sunny and Basil were missing….as was her body.

She then rushed around the house, searching for her little brothers. She then found them in the backyard, walking away with fear and trauma in their faces.

It was only when Mari looked behind them that she saw why. And she covered her mouth in shock and fear.

There was her body. Hanging from the tree with a jump rope used as a noose.

“Dear god…..” She whispered, immediately turning away and heading back into the house, where Mari slumped against the walls in the hallway, trying to calm herself down.

She was dead.

And now the boys have traumatized themselves by faking her death as a suicide.

She didn’t even want to know how everyone was going to react if they found out the truth.

As fear, anger, self-hatred, sorrow, hopelessness, and guilt coursed through Mari again, she knew that her new existence….

WAS going to be Hell on Earth.

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[scriptflorist]

Hi, thanks a lot for your answer about floral competition but it isn't what I was asking. I know how one works and have a specific reason for the couple to meet the winner. The problem is that I don't do floral art and barely know a thing about design, so I need to know how to describe them and not make what I describe improper or impossible flower care, downright ugly, out of place, etc without actually being an expert who can design something great, especially a winning design.

Hi again!

Thank you for the clarification, you’re right I kind of missed that you want to describe the actual competition. But only kind of because one of the things that’s important for you to understand here is that competitive floristry largely happens behind closed door. Preferably even each florist to themselves. The events generally aren’t advertised to the public (not counting the world cups), rather than exhibitions displaying the end results. That being said these two events always have to happen back to back because flowers don’t last forever so the works are often made available to the public the same day they were created. Usually in the afternoon, evening or on the following day.

This is largely due to the fact that competitive floristry calls for complex arrangements that take like an hour and a half to build in the first place. And while people may enjoy watching that, it would come at the cost of the florist's concentration and perhaps their flowers too. You may remember I’ve talked about that in the previous post, however, there’s a second reason this doesn’t happen. And that’s cause the actual evaluation and assessment takes foreeeeever. (I was so bored out of my mind that I brought my laptop to our finals so I could write some while waiting for the examiners judgement, me and some classmates ended up listening to music for the longest time of our wait. It was like three hours and we were only five people.) There’s a huge check-list of technical and art-related topics to go through and it will take the jury several hours to complete it for every arrangement. Technique is almost the most important thing so it makes up a rather large chunk of the evaluation sheets actually, so your florists are most likely to get points deducted in that department. People who aren’t acquainted with floristry likely won’t even notice the blemishes a jury has to criticise so it’s not necessarily essential knowledge for your characters.

This masterpost is from way back, but it does give a good idea about what florists mean when they talk about technique. Technique at all times has to be well hidden by your florists. Although there are a few exceptions, like floral tape on a stem not counting for corsages. However, most technique is often hidden well enough to the untrained eye, keep that in mind for the characters who marvel the artwork.

The first thing you will have to ask yourself is whether or not the competition they attend is behind closed doors. Because if it is, you’re fine with just laying focus on the best (or the first three) arrangements, while pointing out general details about the rest. Their general opinion on colour, type and size should be sufficient. Maybe they notice a flower they like too, but unless they think someone else’s is waaaay better they’re not going pay much attention to detail once they see the others.

Whether or not the florists are going to work in the same space or each gets a separate room may depend a little on the location, but usually either or works. Especially if nobody needs extra space. One could even request to work by themselves if it helps them, juries aren’t picky about that. It’s more important that everyone finishes on time. Your characters may even choose to wear earplugs or headphones. I wore headphones during my midterm because talking to others makes me a slower florist and that was bad when I was working on a schedule. So I had a playlist that was roughly half an hour.

Given that every competition, there will be some for the florists too. Usually, flowers are allowed to be prepared, meaning they’ve been rid of all excess leaves, and thorns or side shoots. However, they won’t be allowed to cut them to size already. They will also have extra flowers in case something breaks. Same goes for wiring.

From there on out it’s everyone for themselves. Your florists will be busy thinking about how they have to do their arrangement, what has to be prepared first and which flowers come first. Size, shape and colour play a huge role in which flowers are chosen for which role in the arrangements. But as a rule of thumb lighter colours have to be set higher than darker ones, however, for example, a blue larkspur would have to be set above a white rose because of its shape and character. So your winning florist might catch a glimpse of their surroundings but will for the largest part be lost in their work. Afterwards comes the waiting, maybe even the announcement of the winner, unless that’s supposed to be public, and at last the exhibition where the public will be invited. (And family and friends usually.) If the arrangements aren’t already where they are supposed to be the florists have to set them up for the exhibition. This, however, depends on whether or not the arrangements are fit for moving in the first place.

The next question you should ask yourself is what sort of arrangement you have in mind for the winner. What sort of framework does it have? How tall is it supposed to be? Is it wall-like? Supposed to be set on the ground or on some sort of pedestal? Is it a wreath in any way? (Basically, is it round like a circle and made off plant? There you go consider it a wreath.) Are there branches? Is it supposed to be hanging? Go look at pictures of floral arrangements and write down what you like. Look at vases and basins and baskets and the likes – again write down what suits your tastes. Look at colour gradients and write down what you like, ask google if flowers come in that colour if you aren’t sure – write down what you like. (Complementary colours also work well.) Have a look at wreaths and garlands – write down what you like. Because this is the part where floristry is just another art form and what’s art supposed to be other than pleasing to the eye. Which is an utterly subjective thing in the end. The one thing I cannot tell you is what any of the pieces are going to look like, there are too many factors playing into it including the character of the people making them. I usually go into it by deciding I like a flower and go from there and don’t really have an idea of the final product till I’ve created it unless I am forced to articulate it.

Colors that almost clash make visual tension that can be flashy and attention getting. (Example: pale lavender daisy mums with bright orange gerberas).  - Mod Den

(You should also give the theme of the competition some thought, is it freedom, is it love, is it all retro etc. because that too will shape the arrangement in one way or another.) The bottom line here is that a lot is possible and just because Picasso may not be your taste and Monet is doesn’t mean its immediately ugly. Even if we’re talking floral arrangements and not painted art. Same rules apply. You don’t have to describe your winning arrangement down to a t, as long as you get across that it’s bedazzling and a masterpiece of craftsmanship that’s more than enough. Emotions are more important in describing artworks than knowing in which directions the brush went when crossing the canvas. For example, you could have them compliment their use of colour theory.

It’s a floral art competition, the designs can be *anything* and other than not showing the underlying support in ways that shouldn’t be, and the basic principles of design (proportion, size, form, color).

If a reference needs to be made to a design, then vague comments about the use of a certain flower or the way one of the elements of design were implemented would be best. Otherwise a specific design has to be completely thought up, checked for feasibility, and then it’s still going to be subjective of if that one should win over some other one. Heck, maybe even one of the characters thinks the 2nd place design was better, happens all the time in art competitions with other media.- Mod Den

What I can tell you is that you won’t have to worry about care unless your winner made a bouquet. Which would be an open access competition, like what I talked about in the previous answer. However the larger the competition the more likely it won’t be the only thing your winner made in the end. And bouquets only require care because they need to be cut and given fresh water. (A slanted cut with a regular boring fruit knife or preferably a pocket knife with a single blade. Many florists carry one of these.) Floral foam already takes care of everything because it’s soaked through with water and giving the stems an edge makes piercing into it way easier. (Note: Your florists do know that floral foam needs to be given a minute or two to soak up the water instead of being emerged in it because the latter only causes a dry centre and sad droopy flowers through that.)

Of all the things out of place, you could describe flowers out of season may be the worst offenders, so no tulips in summer and chamomile in winter and the likes. A florist who doesn’t know their craft would not only make for a poor competitor. Actually, they would no competitor at all.

- Mod Jana

Disclaimer

This blog is intended as writing advice only. This blog and its mods are not responsible for accidents, injuries or other consequences of using this advice for real world situations or in any way that said advice was not intended.

[mjm5655]

HAW ?

this man says he killed himself ? but he was sat here, very much alive, talking to majima. of all the things majima's heard, this has to be the wildest shit he's ever heard. the man even shown a scar that did match what most bullet wounds looked like, but to be shot there, it would have usually been fatal.

❝ man, ya must be one tough dude to survive a bullet to the head ! maybe wasn't a bad idea hirin' ya after all ! ❞

majima still didn't believe the other didn't fake his death, like how else could he be here alive ? he'll have to get the florist to look into this, tell him of a mark heathcliff from the state of wisconsin, & see if the man could dig up anything on him, it had started to interest majima now, especially with the last words he said. majima wasn't sure if he could say the florist found everything by pure luck, he just knew where to look, if there was one person who could unravel the mystery of this man he was talking to, it'll be the florist.

oh ! that was right, majima was to defend his reigning championship today ! he had to get down there & fight whatever fool that wanted to take him on. quickly taking off his snakeskin jacket, & leaving the other to hold it, he stood up, ready to go down there.

❝ 'cuse me, i'll be right back, forgot somethin' ❞

he all but ran down to the ring, taking out his demonfire dagger, & tossing it around as if it were a toy, masterly catching it by its handle, each time, & finally by his teeth as his opponent made it to the ring. removing the tanto from his mouth, he let out a crazed laugh that echoed throughout the arena. there was no backing out now for his opponent as the cage started to come down, closing both men in.

his opponent was a sizable one, & even came equipped himself, a puny handgun, majima knew he would have no issue dealing with this however, he could be fast, all it took was a broken arm, & that firearm would be useless.

the announcer did his stuff, announcing that majima was the reigning champion here for over three months now, & who his opponent was, just a random criminal, go figure. majima stood smiling as the other looked as if they were near wetting themselves despite being the one with the gun in hand. the bell rang, & the fight started. the man could barely aim his gun as majima dodged each bullet aimed at him, getting closer as the man backed himself up ; all those muscles, & yet nothing to show for it. he tried to fire the gun again but now that majima was close, he could grab onto the man's arm & he twisted it in such a way he heard a snapping sound, indicating the man's arm was now broken. he dropped the gun, & screamed in pain.

usually majima would pick up the gun himself here, & finish things off, but nah, he was in a special kind of mood, & he wanted to show off to his new employee too. so he threw his tanto up into the air, as it fell, he round house kicked his opponent, smashing him into the cage, his tanto came down just in time for majima to catch it, & without warning, he stuck it into the man's throat.

❝ pathetic. ❞

was all he said as the cage started to be lifted, the announcer & crowd going wild, announcing majima's win, & how he maintains his reigning championship in the coliseum. he shook his head, as walked back up to his employee, sitting back down, taking his snakeskin jacket, & putting it back on him.

❝ fuckin' dumbass, thinkin' he had any chance against me, how 'bout me n' ya go for some drinks now ? ❞

he spoke so casually, it was as if he didn't just put an end to that criminal's life. he wondered what the other might think now.

     mark could only muster a ( less than ) enthusiastic mutter; something about how it’d truly be A DELIGHT in showing majima around the one country that truly didn’t held up to the dream it once prided itself as. a hand reached up to rub along the back of his neck, never having the opportunity to talk about himself   ———   even if it was simply where he was from   ———   and answering to GENUINE curiosity. how long has it been since he’s actually engaged in a conversation in which he could answer NORMALLY? at least, initially?

     “...Wisconsin,” mark soon answered with his upper midwestern drawl, hand lowering to rest upon his lap. “Up north In America. Not really the most exciting state there is like Las Vegas or New York, but it has its places. You just gotta know where to look.” EVERYTHING was practically left behind there   ———   it did, however, make him wonder just what happened to mandela county. to the counties of bythorne, yonder, and werksha. last he heard, the government has ordered some form of ISOLATION ( though it wasn’t even the term the last he saw; the details made it as though the entire area was in CONTAINMENT ) of the four counties from the rest of the country but not once did mark hear of ANY NEWS or even activity from there.      what the hell did they do there? what happened to those that were trapped there? were they RESCUED? still TRAPPED?   /   WERE THEY ALL SILENCED TO PREVENT A MASS PANIC?

     at majima’s warning, mark gave him a DISDAINFUL scoff and leaned back in his seat. “No, it’s nothing like that. You’d think that I’m some badass on the run or something, but I’m far from it. I’m...” he paused to give his surroundings a glance. NO ONE didn’t even cared of majima and mark’s conversation; all eyes SOLELY FOCUSED on the fights below. his eyes lingered on the ring for a moment. “...You won’t believe me, but the only crime I’ve commited was ending it all. I killed myself.”      to prove such a BIZARRE claim, mark lifted chestnut brown locks at his right temple. a somewhat circular scar could be seen, GNARLED and CRUDELY HEALED like the process itself had been HASTENED to mend. it resembled a bullet wound caused by a powerful handgun   ———   the aftermath would have been GRUESOME to witness! mark lowered those locks with a scoff. “If your guy is lucky, he’ll find a photo of the local cop finding me. Whatever was left of my head was all over the walls of my bedroom.”

[favonius-captain]

𖤐 * ∿  MASTERLIST   ɞ ∿   NAVI  !

do not redistribute any of my works, or claim credit. that being said, reblogs & likes are very much appreciated ! hcs first & then fics ! ♡ means its a favorite of mine !

𖥻  ALBEDO

—  championship for your heart ( albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya )  : you’re supposed to be his rival; but then why does his heart skip a beat when you’re around? (modern fluff)

—  another language of love ( albedo, childe, kaeya, thoma xiao ) :  modern day coffee au (modern fluff)

—  before you go ( albedo, diluc, kaeya ) ♡ : how you fall out of love   ( angst )

—  someone to love ( albedo, diluc, kaeya )  : pt 2 to before you go  ( hurt/comfort  )

—   summer rain ( albedo, ayato, childe, kaeya, thoma, xiao ) ♡ : two unlikely high school candidates are paired together for a documentary — neither expect to fall in love ( fluff )

—  superache ( albedo, ayato, childe, kaeya, thoma, xiao ) : them as conan gray songs ( angst, p2 hurt/comfort soon )

𖥻  AYATO

—   summer rain ( albedo, ayato, childe, kaeya, thoma, xiao ) ♡ : two unlikely high school candidates are paired together for a documentary — neither expect to fall in love ( fluff )

—  superache ( albedo, ayato, childe, kaeya, thoma, xiao ) : them as conan gray songs ( angst, p2 hurt/comfort soon )

𖥻  CHILDE

—  championship for your heart ( albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya )  ⋮ you’re supposed to be his rival; but then why does his heart skip a beat when you’re around? (modern fluff)

—  masks and everything we left behind ( kaeya, childe ) ⋮  fake dating for a mission au (fluff)

—  streamer au ( childe, xiao )  ⋮  modern day au streamer (modern fluff)

—  another language of love ( albedo, childe, kaeya, thoma xiao ) ♡  ⋮  modern day coffee au (modern fluff)

—   alea iacata est ( childe, diluc )  ⋮  it seems like an easy decision; trading your love, for his life ( angst )

—   astra inclinant, sed non obligant ( childe, diluc ) ⋮  pt 2 to alea iacata est (hurt/comfort)

—    florist/tattoo, prankster au ( childe ) : you’re a florist who moved in, and he’s a tattoo artist. enemies to lovers, prank war rivals, how he fell in love (fluff)

—    he loves you, the story still ends ( childe, diluc, kaeya )  : how he says please don’t make this harder than it already is (angst)

—    names in a city ( childe, kaeya, xiao ) ♡ : how he reacts to your “death” (hurt/comfort)

—    three things you knew; one thing you didn’t ( childe, diluc, kaeya ) ♡ : in which you’re his almost lover before you two are separated; that is until you meet again ( hurt/comfort )

—    he has a nightmare ( childe ) : he has a nightmare, enemies to lovers agent au ( hurt/comfort )

—   summer rain ( albedo, ayato, childe, kaeya, thoma, xiao ) ♡ : two unlikely high school candidates are paired together for a documentary — neither expect to fall in love ( fluff )

—  superache ( albedo, ayato, childe, kaeya, thoma, xiao ) : them as conan gray songs ( angst, p2 hurt/comfort soon )

𖥻  DILUC

—  pretend it isn’t gold ( kaeya, diluc ) ⋮ in which you get hurt trying to save them after arguing with the boys (angst)

—  the waves break our fall ( kaeya, diluc )  ⋮ sequel to gold (hurt/comfort)

—  championship for your heart ( albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya )  ⋮ you’re supposed to be his rival; but then why does his heart skip a beat when you’re around? (modern fluff)

—   alea iacata est ( childe, diluc ) ♡ ⋮  it seems like an easy decision; trading your love, for his life (angst)

—   astra inclinant, sed non obligant ( childe, diluc ) ⋮  pt 2 to alea iacata est (hurt/comfort)

—    he loves you, the story still ends ( childe, diluc, kaeya )  : how he says please don’t make this harder than it already is (angst)

—    three things you knew; one thing you didn’t ( childe, diluc, kaeya ) ♡ : in which you’re his almost lover before you two are separated; that is until you meet again ( hurt/comfort )

—    summer camp au ( diluc ) : strangers to lovers au in summer camp with diluc 

—  before you go ( albedo, diluc, kaeya ) ♡  : how you fall out of love  ( angst )

—  someone to love ( albedo, diluc, kaeya ) ♡ : pt 2 to before you go  ( hurt/comfort  )

—  superache ( albedo, ayato, childe, kaeya, thoma, xiao ) : them as conan gray songs ( angst, p2 hurt/comfort soon )

𖥻  KAEYA

—  pretend it isn’t gold ( kaeya, diluc )  ♡ :  in which you get hurt trying to save them after arguing with the boys (angst)

—  the waves break our fall ( kaeya, diluc )  : sequel to gold (hurt/comfort)

—  masks and everything we left behind ( kaeya, childe ) ♡ :  fake dating for a mission au (fluff)

—  championship for your heart ( albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya )  ⋮ you’re supposed to be his rival; but then why does his heart skip a beat when you’re around? (modern fluff)

—  another language of love ( albedo, childe, kaeya, thoma xiao ) ♡ ⋮  modern day coffee au (modern fluff)

—   fake dating rival singers au ( kaeya )  ⋮  250 event fake dating rival singers au (modern fluff)

—   preludes in a book that never ends ( kaeya )  ⋮  250 event modern agent au, how he fell in love

—    he loves you, the story still ends ( childe, diluc, kaeya )  : how he says please don’t make this harder than it already is (angst)

—    names in a city ( childe, kaeya, xiao ) ♡ : how he reacts to your “death” (mostly hurt/comfort)

—    three things you knew; one thing you didn’t  ♡ ( childe, diluc, kaeya ) : in which you’re his almost lover before you two are separated; that is until you meet again ( hurt/comfort )

—  before you go ( albedo, diluc, kaeya ) ♡  : how you fall out of love  ( angst )

—  someone to love ( albedo, diluc, kaeya ) ♡ : pt 2 to before you go  ( hurt/comfort  )

—   summer rain ( albedo, ayato, childe, kaeya, thoma, xiao ) ♡ : two unlikely high school candidates are paired together for a documentary — neither expect to fall in love ( fluff )

—  superache ( albedo, ayato, childe, kaeya, thoma, xiao ) : them as conan gray songs ( angst, p2 hurt/comfort soon )

𖥻  KAZUHA

—    next time, i’ll get it for here ( kazuha ): a college rivalry to lovers au 

𖥻  THOMA

—  another language of love ( albedo, childe, kaeya, thoma xiao )  ⋮  modern day coffee au (modern fluff)

—   summer rain ( albedo, ayato, childe, kaeya, thoma, xiao ) ♡ : two unlikely high school candidates are paired together for a documentary — neither expect to fall in love ( fluff )

—  superache ( albedo, ayato, childe, kaeya, thoma, xiao ) : them as conan gray songs ( angst, p2 hurt/comfort soon )

𖥻  XIAO

—  streamer au ( childe, xiao )  ⋮  modern day au streamer (modern fluff)

—  another language of love ( albedo, childe, kaeya, thoma xiao )  ⋮  modern day coffee au (modern fluff)

—    names in a city ( childe, kaeya, xiao ) ♡ : how he reacts to your “death” (mostly hurt/comfort)

—   summer rain ( albedo, ayato, childe, kaeya, thoma, xiao ) ♡ : two unlikely high school candidates are paired together for a documentary — neither expect to fall in love ( fluff )

—    always you ( xiao ) : 250 event, model au, jealousy, ( hurt/comfort )

—  superache ( albedo, ayato, childe, kaeya, thoma, xiao ) : them as conan gray songs ( angst, p2 hurt/comfort soon )

𖥻  ZHONGLI

—  broken contracts  ⋮  agent enemies to lover au ( event )

𖥻  XIAO

— bridges and the pouring rain ( xiao )  :  you’re an immortal general, cursed to die once you fall in love ( angst )

[macybeckham7]

Grid Kids

Gisela #1

Gisela Hamilton aka the Flower Fairy. Any Formula One fan would remember having the little girl run around the paddock and gifting flower treats to whoever she thought needed some extra luck. The guys would wear their flower crown with pride and they was bickering between them who was her favourite. She wouldn't outright say it but she adored her Uncle Seb, and the Schumacher's.

As she grew up she loved racing but she never saw herself doing that, and she definitely felt the pressure. Out of her and her siblings, she grew to hate the cameras. Sebastian was the one who taught her the important of nature and to look after Earth. She was 6 when she helped him tidy up Silverstone after the weekend of a sold out GP. He introduced her to bees and taught her how important they were, especially to her flowers.

Her family were all supportive, when she turned 11 she was invited to the Chelsea Flower Show and she got to choose who was the winner. She loved looking around, seeing their passion, and learning about new plants and flowers. She went to University, and after three years she had got a job at a Botantical Garden. And brought her own shop, and become a florist.

G looked up when she heard the bell ring and saw Cairo and Azalea walking in. They all kissed each other with Lea handing her a white chocolate mocha, which was her favourite.

'How are you feeling about the big opening?' Cairo asks as he noses at what his younger sister was doing.

'I'm nervous, and excited' she says.

'You've worked hard, everyone is going to be excited' Lea says. 'You belong here'

'For a while I thought you would be the one outshining me on the F1 track, so I am glad you realised flowers are your biggest passion' Cairo jokes.

Growing up, everyone thought Gisela was going to be the one to follow in her fathers footsteps. She was pretty mean in a Go-Kart but that was the thing that made her grow out of love with it. She didn't want to be a nepo driver.

'Can you help, with the boxes out?' she explains, with the two nodding and making their way behind the desk.

The bell rings making the Hamilton trio stop bickering and reminiscing, they smile when they see Jacob walk in his leather jacket, wanting to look like a bad boy.

'You managed to find it' Lea jokes knowing he could get lost anywhere.

'Ha ha' he said dryly as he hugs G. 'Do I get a tour?' he asks, she nods and takes his hand and walks him around.

It was a big area, with loads of different plants and flowers. The walls were decorated with photos and memories of her childhood. Jacob smiling softly at the photo of her G gifting a bouquet to Max as he won his second championship. A photo of her stood in the middle of the field of sunflowers. There was a big double door to a garden of flowers which she grew ready to be picked and ready to buy.

'You have done a good job' he smiles.

She gently rubs her thumb over the petal of the flower. 'Thank you, I feel like I am free and don't feel any pressure to make anyone proud' she speaks honestly. 'I hope you feel that soon' she says as she picks up the flower and hands it over to him.

He gently smells it and looks at her. 'I have stopped trying to make him or anyone happy, I don't think I can whatever I do' he mutters.

She gently squeezes his shoulder.

.......

The event was in full speed, Gisela stood with a champagne glass in her hand, there was some journalist scattered around, and then there was her family and chosen family. Lewis was sat beside Sebastian and Michael as they caught up, Michael was now the Ferrari principal, he had just been announced. But they all learnt about it a week prior and they all went round for dinner. Azalea was sat on Jules’ lap as he bickered with Jacob. She didn’t understand what they’re issue with each other. Properly because they were too alike. Cairo was holding his phone and moving it around, with Adelaide sat on the screen. They were her family, who she always found comfort in. And didn’t feel any pressure to be this ‘perfect’ girl who everyone thought she was. These people raised her, she shared a bath with most of them. She would sneak in alot of their beds at midnight after a nightmare. Sebastian and Michael would pick her up when something happened and Jules and Jacob would go over to the guy who broke your heart to rough them up a bit.

'I am will the champ this season, last season I let you past but not this time' Lea said confidently and flicking Jules' nose.

'I don't know, I am backing Jacob, and I have already gave him a lucky charm' G says as she sits beside Jules. They all 'Ooo' in a teasing fashion with G winking at him.

'Traitor' Lewis jokes.

‘The Hamilton reign is over’ Jules says sticking his tongue at his on, off girlfriend.

‘I don’t know, those Hamilton’s are a force to reckon with especially now they are teammates’ Michael smiles.

No one noticed but G did how her sister stiffens and her smiles falls off her face. As she starts to play with Jules hair.

'Can we have one night not talking about F1' she suggests.

They all nod, Michael standing up and pulling her to her feet too. He gets the rooms attention. 'Looking around the room, it shows how loved you are. I think I echo what everyone is feeling. But I am beyond proud of the women you have grown up as. Heres to Gisela and The Flower Fairy, to loads of success' he says.

Everyone lifts their glasses up and say in unison 'To Gisela and The Flower Fairy!'

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Gisela's car pulls up infront of the family home, both of her siblings cars were already parked up. Lewis always liked to meet up with the Hamilton trio (mainly Lea and Cairo) to remind them that they were siblings before hand. The season had started, so it had been two weeks since she had seen them properly. Only really seen them when they poked their heads into view when she spoke to dad. She takes the bouquet of flowers and jumps out, her mum and Angela were the first two to welcome her. She walks into the kitchen were the others were already. Lewis pecks her on the cheek and hands her a coffee which she was grateful for.

'Sorry I am late, but I bet none even realised' she mocks, which gains an eyeroll from Cairo.

'You are so bloody dramatic' with Azalea mocking 'Who are you again?' which makes her younger sister aim an apple at her head. Lucky for her, her F1 reactions are top tier.

They start to talk about the start of the F1 session, hearing that Jules is on another level.

'Should we cut the season short and just give it to him?' G jokes. 'Dad whose side was you on when Cairo took Lea out?' she asks.

'I didn't!' he cuts in. 'If you rewatch you see her turn into me' he argues his case as Azalea makes a hand puppet with her hand.

Lewis looks at his daughter with a 'thank you for that' look.

'I reckon they are working together now they are sleeping together' she giggles into her coffee.

'How are you and Jules?' Lewis asks. 'We are good' she says, she looks at Cairo. 'Cairo is dating Addy'

'Where is she now?' Lewis asks.

'Um' he looks at his phone. 'She is in Australia' long distance is harder than expected' he explains.

'She's a good kid' Lewis nods.

Gisela looks at her brother, she knew that they both had a thing for each other for a while, it wasn't until Cairo won his first World Championship when he drunkenly confessed his love for the Aussie beauty. Azalea and G both cheering from the other side of the room. The whole of the summer they lived in each others pockets, their second family all travelling around Europe. They got the front seat seeing them fall more in love with one another, she didn't think anyone could have a beautiful love story like her parents but she believed they were a close second.

Lea lets out a groan when G walks into her bathroom.

‘What was the emergency?’ she asks as she sits on the side.

Her older sister looks at her and points at her face. ‘I have a photoshoot and my brows are fucked and my skin is disgusting’ she frowns.

She was playing in the garden with the English Bulldog when she got a text and she instantly ran upstairs to her. She thought maybe it was something more of an emergency.

‘What’s the shoot for?’

‘Forbes or something, I have an interview too’ she sighs. ‘So they’ll just be like how does it feel like you are the shit Hamilton, how does it feel that you always get overshadowed, what do you bring to the table!’

‘You’re not the shit one’ she argues, which just gets a groan from her.

‘Ever since we were little and running around the paddock, everyone only looked at you and Cairo. Oh and here comes the other one’ she frowns. She bite her lip to try and stop her giggle because her voices and impressions are the best.

She gets down and wraps her arms around her middle. ‘That’s on them, not you’ She kisses her cheek and suggests that they have a pamper night to get her ready for the shoot.

‘Can I join?’ Cairo peeked his head through. ‘I have the same shoot tomorrow’

Lea groans and storms out, G gives him a shrug and chases after her.

‘What did I do?’ he calls after them.

[piedpiperslists]

Jungkook One Shots (XXI)

* s - contains smut

So Good by @ggukiepie s wc~3.3k / established relationship, PWP Summary: Just some steamy sex with your boyfriend JK.

Every Kind of Way by @gukslut s wc~14.2k / established relationship Summary: Three little vignettes, three completely different experiences, same perfectly wonderful boyfriend JK.

Little Library Girl by @kooksgalaxy wc~5k / college au Summary: Jungkook is the star quarterback of his college, but he has to keep his grades up in order to continue to play. With calculus being his hardest subject, he is tutored by Y/n, someone who is the complete opposite of him. With stress rising with the upcoming championship, his feelings for Y/n are making things much more complicated. Take the glory of football, a little library girls, and throw in a malicious opponent… you’ve got a whole lot of trouble.

Sweet Tooth by @lisired wc~4.3k / friends to lovers Summary: Oh, the man named Jeon Jungkook who knows all of the sweetest ways to tug at your heartstrings. The organ swells everyday, unable to handle all the sugary goodness, yet it still beats for him. Your heart has a sweet tooth for him, and while it feels so full of love, it keeps begging for more—or, in which Jungkook is your friend, your roommate, the love of your life, and it’s Halloween and you have a sweet tooth for him.

I Will Not Lose! by @jimlingss wc~6.2k / rivals to lovers, magic au Summary: A single bet - use every means to make Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you.

Of Insults and Flowers by @breadoffoxy wc~5.3k / strangers to lovers, florist au Summary: You weren’t sure what to expect when a hot customer comes barging into your shop, but the depletion of your flowers representing insults and falling in love was definitely not on the list.

Mean Girls by @taetaesbaebaepsae s wc~9.1k / tattoo artist!Jungkook, strangers to lovers Summary: Jungkook is usually bored at his job as a tattoo apprentice, but the day you walk in, he finds it a lot more interesting.

Edge by @whatifyoulivelikethat s wc~8.4k / strangers to lovers, PWP Summary: You're on Tinder because you're horny. Horny, but not stupid. Min Yoongi is helping you sort through the assholes and he can spot an asshole when he sees one. Someone familiar pops up, someone Yoongi recognizes - Jeon Jungkook, who he says is a "nice asshole... sometimes." By the way, Yoongi expects to hear all the details of your date. Turns out, it's less of a date and more of a horny fuckfest. Oops.

I Don't Like a Gold Rush by @candlewaxandp0lar0ids wc~17.3k / college au Summary: Jungkook is the golden boy, an excellent student, the star of you college’s football team. Rumor has it, there’s simply nothing he can’t do. The same cannot be said about you, but you’ve never had an issue with that. You’re happy with your small group of friends and your lack of talent in sports. And then, Jin befriends Jungkook, and you find yourself spending a lot of time with him. Before you know it, you’ve taken an interest in him — and you’re sure you shouldn’t. There’s no way this can end well for you… right?

Cut Me Loose by @dreamyjoons s wc~3.6k / FWB Summary: You always ended up here. Sitting in the passenger’s seat of Jungkook’s car, the city passes you by. Your heart gets heavier with each drive you take together - and it can’t go on forever.

[stephspurs]

A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction - BONUS MOMENTS

PSA: To all new readers, you don't have to read the series (link below) to understand this, however it would help so that you can understand the preconceived emotions behind the chapter!

The Proposal | la proposta

warnings; none word count; 1703 writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter. link to fic masterlist here

13th July 2024, Germany

Amelia and Ben had found themselves experiencing a slight bit of deja vu. The night before the final match of the UEFA European Championship, Amelia was sat in her hotel suite, finalising her preparations for the following evening. A rematch between the Three Lions and The Azzurri. Who would have thought that three years after the last final, the same two teams (give or take a few players) would be in the exact same position.

The difference this time, Amelia had more to think about than just her brother’s feelings. Her relationship with Ben had grown throughout the 3 years that they had been officially together. Countless family holidays shared together, and with each other's respective families had since become a thing of the past as they had successfully managed to merge both the White’s and the Chilwell’s together to create one big happy family. Ben had asked Amelia to move in with him only a year into their relationship, and although outsiders might think it was fast the couple could only disagree with them. They took each stage of their relationship as it came and when it came, just the two of them how it should be.

6 months after moving in together they had adopted a dog together from the local animal rescue centre, a black Labrador called Maverick who was bi-lingual and responded to both English and Italian, much to Ben’s dismay. Amelia began teaching both of her boys (Mav & Benj) simple words in the language of love  and Ben had a harder time retaining it than the pup. Nevertheless, he loved hearing Amelia’s voice when she spoke to him in Italian and it was something he hoped he could hear every day for the rest of his life.

Amelia had continued her role at Chelsea FC as a tactical analyst for the first team, and Chelsea had honored their promise to the girl to allow her to work in depth with the academy talent which is something she found very rewarding and the part she loved most about her job. Of course she loved being around her friends and helping them achieve their dreams but there was something about fostering youth talent that made Amelia really proud to be in the position that she was, to help these young kids from all walks of life make it in the big scary world of professional football. The smile on their faces when they get a call up to an older division, the tears shed by their parents as they wave them off to go and live with their host family nearby Cobham facility, the same eyes that leak a whole different set of tears as they sign their first professional contract with the club - it makes it all worth it.

Something that was eerily similar to the last time Amelia was sat in her hotel room the night before the European Championship Final is that she was, once again, the tactical analyst for the Italian National Team. This time, however, there was no knock on her door with Federico Bernardeschi on the other side waiting to bring her to the English National Team’s base so she could have it out with her brother and Kyle Walker. Thankfully, her relationships with all of the England team had remained intact but that was largely due to another no-contact ban being enforced between her and the Three Lions. This meant that she hadn’t had a chance to talk to any of her friends, let alone her boyfriend Ben, in three weeks. It was painful for both parties, but necessary to ensure that there was no untowards activity or information being shared.

When Amelia was first offered the job she had sat on it for days before making a decision to rejoin the national team. Ben had actually been the one to push her to accept it, it was only something that would make her life better and he didn’t want her to miss out on any opportunity that came her way - even if it meant that the two of them had to be apart both physically and digitally for 3 weeks. That was the thing that held Amelia back from accepting the position on the spot, she would miss the person that became her right hand man. But Ben’s encouragement made the last few weeks easier, and also made Amelia realise just how ready she was to give herself to him...officially.

Marriage had been something that they had both discussed prior as a natural conversation between two people in a relationship that they could see was obviously heading in that direction already, so it was something that was always in Amelia’s mind. She had found herself at florists buying flowers for their dining room table and absent-mindedly thinking about the perfect wedding flowers for her bridal bouquet. However much to Amelia’s dismay, Ben was yet to ask her the most important question of her life and these three weeks apart have made her more desperate than ever to become Mrs Chilwell.

14th July 2024, Signal Iduna Park, Dortmund Germany

A torturous 90-minute match of football later and the Azzurri had done it, back-to-back UEFA European Champions. The only goal of the match coming from her midfield-maestro Jorgi, which was the direct result of a misplay from Declan Rice meaning the ball fell at the feet of Jorginho as he was directly in front of the goal, Jordan Pickford was no match for the beautifully crafted strike which isn’t anything towards Pickford, no keeper was stopping that ball from going in - it was just that good.

This time however, she was the one being consoled by her brother. The pressure of the situation getting on top of her, 3 weeks of no contact with Ben & seeing him for the first time out on this pitch but not being able to kiss him was getting to her, the knowledge that she was again partly to blame for their heartache. Her brother had seen the look in Amelia’s eyes when the whistle blew and the entire bench of the Italian team ran onto the pitch to congratulate the players, she had remained behind. Wrapping his arms around his little sister as she sobbed into his jersey because she was too empathetic for her own good was not how he predicted the outcome of the evening at all, but he was glad he was there for her. Pulling away from her, he tidied up her face and sent her on her way out to the pitch to wrap her Italian friends up in the hugs that they so well deserved, fully aware of the events to follow the wrap up awards ceremony that same night.

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I found myself standing in the centre circle at the Borussia Dortmund home ground, with an Italian flag wrapped around my shoulders and confetti all over the floor at my feet. Looking around at the fans who had stayed behind so they could meet their idols, I could not believe my luck in this world.

“I hope you’re not considering a job out here in Dortmund, Mils? I possibly couldn’t be away from you any longer” Ben spoke from behind me, pulling me out of my trance. I whipped my body around at lightning speed and launched myself at my boyfriend, my soul mate.

“Ben” I whispered into his ear as he lifted me from the ground, feet dangling at his mid shin and my arms wrapped around his shoulders so tightly as if to convey all of the hugs we had missed out over the last few weeks apart.

“Mils, I’ve missed you so much.” He said back to me, expressing the exact same sentiments as I possessed. He put me back on the floor and began to push me away from him, in my desperate attempt at a longer hug I wrapped my arms around his torso and pulled myself back in.

“No Mils, I need to see your face as I do this.” He laughed, pushing me off him again and taking a step back from me.

“Benj, what are you doing?” I questioned him, not really believing my own thoughts as to what was about to happen.

“Amelia, my brilliant Amelia. The past three weeks have done nothing but made me realise I never want to spend a day without you again. There are many ways to be happy in life, but all I need is you.  You are my sunshine, you make me unbelievably happy, you make my good days great and my hard day's worth it just to see your smile in our kitchen at the end of it. Your brain is the most beautiful thing I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, and I hope our future daughter turns out exactly like you so that I have another you to love.”

Ben had descended to one knee as I stood before him, both hands raised to my face to cover my shocked by bright smile and both eyes stuck directly on his own. I hadn’t noticed the crowd of our closest people begin to gather around us to watch the show.

“So in front of God…” Ben nodded his head slightly, I turned my head to see he was referring to Paolo Maldini and shook my head with a little giggle which was copied by everyone else around us.

“...our family and closest friends I want to ask you the question that I know you’ve been patiently waiting for - will you marry me?” Ben pulled out the most perfect ring from a box that I hadn’t even noticed in his hands.

Dropping myself so that I was crouched and on both knees in front of him, I grabbed his face with both of my own hands and pressed the firmest kiss to his lips. My tears ran down my face and probably all over his, he kissed me back. They say a picture says a thousand words, and while I hoped that at least one of our friends had managed to snap a few of this moment, my kiss said only one word...Yes.