#i love forgetting to post for a week 🥰/s

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I AM THE WILLING VICTIM OF A CANNIBAL

omg verturo being weird. love that for them. also love a tally hall reference.

this was orginally for the drdttober prompt "chains" but i realized that's not really what handcuffs are and also i didn't want to wait for the day to come up.

^^^ how Veronika looks so much taller than Arturo

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I just finished watching Daisy Jones and the Six and I wanted to ask if you could write a Charles SMAU where his wife passes away from illness and leaves a video behind for him to find happiness. They can have a little child together please. Thank you😊❤️

when i die, i want you to live | cl16 smau

PAIRING: charles leclerc x wife!reader SUMMARY: after battling illness, y/n unexpectedly succumbs to it much sooner than expected, leaving behind her husband and their daughter. 8 months later, charles is not coping very well, so your best friend hands him an envelope addressed to him from you. WARNING(S): mentions of death, sad A/N: ooh i love that show!! anyway, this is my first ever request (!!), so hope it's as u imagined 🫶

creds to @classiclitfreak for proofreading!! <3

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[ caption 1: I sure hope so!😌 ] [ caption 2: my heart is so full🥹💕 ]

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charles_leclerc Today, 27 years ago, is the very special day that brought me my beautiful wife and best friend. Forever grateful for that. Happiest of birthdays to you, Mon cœur ❤️

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yourusername had the loveliest birthday with my dearest people!💕thank you for all the birthday wishes, they've been such a joy! 🥹 here's to another beautiful year, here's to 27🥂

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charles_leclerc belle👸

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Three weeks later...

tmz_tv

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tmz_tv Tragic news emerged in the early hours of this morning as Y/N L/N-Leclerc, a renowned fashion designer and philanthropist, passed away unexpectedly, just three weeks past her twenty-seventh birthday. Her untimely passing has left her family and friends in shock and disbelief.

In a statement released by her family, it was revealed that Y/N had been battling illness for an undisclosed duration. However, medical professionals had initially estimated a longer prognosis, making her sudden passing even more devastating.

During this profoundly sorrowful time, we extend our heartfelt condolences to Y/N's family.

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username wow and to think she was always so smiley even with all this going on behind the scenes

username a literal ray of sunshine🥹

username I can't imagine how charles feels right now omg, please take care charlie🫶

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username y/n, you were a great addition to the paddock, always smiling and just all around lovely to fans. we won't ever forget you!💕

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scuderiaferrari Due to personal matters, Charles Leclerc will not be continuing racing for the remainder of the season. Ollie Bearman, our reserve driver, will take his place instead.

This was not an easy decision, and therefore we ask that you handle this news with respect and sensitivity.

Our thoughts and support are with Charles Leclerc and his family during this challenging time. 🙏❤️

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8 months later...

Charles enters the living room, ensuring the door closes softly behind him to avoid disturbing his little girl. Running his fingers over his beard, he examines the envelope in his hand and sighs. Y/N’s best friend pressed it into his hand at a dinner party the previous evening, insisting he watch it as soon as he finds the time. And here he is now, holding the thin envelope.

If someone had told him when he was younger that he’d get emotional over something as simple as seeing his wife’s handwriting on paper, he would have scoffed in disbelief. Not him, that would have seemed absurd. Yet here he is, feeling a lump form in his throat over mere black ink on paper.

As peculiar as it seems, he brings the envelope to his nose, and memories of Y/N flood his mind. He can almost feel her soothing touch as she works the knots out of his back after a gruelling day of racing. Inhaling, he feels Y/N’s sweet scent—it is as comforting as her smile.

A smile tugs at Charles' lips as he pictures that infectious grin that lit up his wife’s face at the most unexpected moments. It was one of the things he loved most about her—she had a way of bringing brightness to even the darkest of days.

Shaking his head, he snaps out of the trance, shifting deeper into the living room until he sinks into the welcoming embrace of the couch. There, he retrieves the laptop resting on the coffee table, feeling the weight of the moment as he opens the envelope and extracts a flash drive from within. Rolling it between his fingers, he inserts it into the side of his laptop with a determined motion.

Once all is in place, he watches a file labelled “To my dearest Lover, brightest Heart, and deepest Soul” materialise in his list of files. The sight catches him off guard—his throat constricts, making each breath a struggle, and his eyes well up, though he fights against the tears. Not now. He can't afford it. Allowing himself to be consumed by grief would mean losing precious time, time he needs for his daughter waiting in her playroom down the hallway.

He takes a moment to regain composure, squeezing his eyes shut, focusing on the rhythm of his breath until the tension in his chest begins to ease. With a sharp intake of air, he opens his eyes wide and taps the file, revealing a video. Running his teeth over his lower lip, he hovers the pointer over the play button, then taps the mousepad with a steady hand.

The video opens with Y/N seated on the very same pale couch he’s currently occupying. He places both hands onto the soft sofa, yearning for a connection, a way to feel her, even though he knows he can’t—touching the past is impossible.

Y/N walks toward the camera, readjusting it before taking three steps backward and retaking her seat. Inhaling deeply, she hesitates, her mouth opening, then closing again, like a fish out of water.

“Mon cœur,” Charles whispers, moving the laptop onto the coffee table.

“Hmm,” Y/N drops her hands into her lap and smooths down her flowery dress. She stares directly at the camera, tilting her head sideways with a crooked smile. “I don’t know where to start.”

Her eyes widen. “After all this planning, I still don’t know where to begin.” She lets out a few chuckles and then purses her lips. “Well, I suppose greetings are in order?”

Her expression softens as her brows furrow. “Hello, my darling, my world, my everything.”

“Hey,” Charles whispers, his throat tight with emotion, barely allowing sound to escape.

“Although I'm very happy to see you, if you’re watching this, it means you're not living as I want you to,” Y/N's voice trembles, causing her to pause and swallow. “I know it’s hard, baby. I don’t expect this to be easy on you, but I don’t want you to spend the rest of your life looking back at us in sadness, you know?”

Charles leans forward, elbows on his lap, eyes fixed on the screen, his face tinged with a faint shade of red.

“Remember our first date, when we had to cancel our reservations at that restaurant because you felt sick on the way there?” Y/N bursts into laughter but quickly stifles it, her hand covering her mouth.

“No, no,” Charles pleads softly, shaking his head, “please don’t hide your beautiful smile, my love.”

“It’s not like there was anything you could do about being sick, but I remember feeling miffed because I already had a stressful day, so for you to cancel just like that, it irritated me,” she reminisces with a nod. “But you were quite pale, so I wanted to make sure you got home alright. And we walked, barely talked,” she giggles, the joy reaching her eyes, “but then this little kid appeared, his name was…”

“Benny,” they both say simultaneously, a faint smile tugging at one corner of Charles' lips.

"Boy, was he excited to meet you, his idol. It was like seeing a completely different person. You became someone entirely new for this little boy whom you didn’t even know. Nobody forced you to take time out of your day when he came running, his arms wide open," Y/N says, extending her arms along with the words. "You could’ve just walked away. I mean, you had a reason to: you were sick."

Pausing for a moment, Y/N sits up straighter, leaning forward and shaking her head. "But you didn’t. You put on a brave face, and you turned into Benny’s hero and so much more. I think we stood there with his parents for about half an hour, and you didn’t complain once. And that’s when I knew."

Y/N nods, crossing her legs and slinging one hand behind the sofa. "That’s when I knew you could be the man I was going to marry. And turns out you were," she says, smiling sheepishly. "The love you have for people, for our daughter, it’s… it’s so profound, it’s boundless. So don’t limit it. Don’t you dare limit yourself just because I’m not around anymore."

Her expression turns serious as she exhales. “You’re such a bright light. You bring happiness and purity into people’s lives—into my life,” Y/N presses her hand against her chest. “I don’t want you to dim it. I want you to shine for as long as that candle burns. Don’t let it die prematurely because of bad happenings. There’s so much more to love, to live, to enjoy. And while you may not see me at your side anymore, holding onto D/N, I’m right here.”

Charles sniffles, folding his hands over his mouth as he swallows his sobs, while Y/N points to her heart.

“I’m with you forever and always. I’m protecting you and D/N, and I’m watching over you, making sure everything’s alright.” Y/N releases a sigh before chewing at her bottom lip with a wistful smile. “And part of that means making space for more love, for you. You have a big heart, you know? There’s enough room for you to find happiness with someone new. There’s no shame in it, and there’s no guilt in it. It’s what makes being alive such a beautiful thing: your love is yours, and it’s not confined to just one or two people. You can spread it, and still, our love will remain unchanged.”

Tears stream down the sides of Charles' cheeks as he struggles to maintain his composure, his eyes fixated on the screen as if afraid that if he peels his gaze away for one second, his wife will disappear.

Y/N briefly looks off to the side, her attention seemingly caught by something in the room, before snapping her head back to the camera with a bright smile.

“It seems I have to go,” her shoulders sink.

Charles leans forward, the screen mere inches away from his face, as he strokes the outline of Y/N’s face on the screen, whispering desperately, “Please don’t, mon cœur…”

“I love you so, so much. You and D/N are the most precious gifts, the greatest joys I have had the privilege to experience, so please, please,” she claps her hands together, moving them back and forth, “please…when I die, I want you to live.”

Y/N rises from the couch and walks towards the screen, her eyes unwavering for even a moment. “Give my little girl all my love, and kiss and hug her extra tight for as long as you can, for me.”

Offering one final smile, she blows a kiss at the screen. “I love you. Please don’t stop. Don't stop loving and don't stop living.”

The video freezes with Y/N frozen in place, a beautiful smile etched onto her lips, filled with the purest form of love.

Feeling suddenly overwhelmed, Charles collapses, the weight of the world pressing down on him. He drops his face into his hands and releases all of it: sob after sob after sob. There’s something liberating about finally letting go; the burden pours out of him, leaving behind a fragile yet tranquil Charles as he gazes at the still shot of his beloved wife, whom he adores so deeply.

A soft click draws his attention to the door just in time for it to creak open slowly, revealing his little girl standing there, her favourite yellow teddy bear clutched tightly in her arms.

“Papa,” her voice floats like a gentle breeze.

Charles smiles, opening his arms wide as she runs towards him. He's momentarily winded as she reaches him, but he quickly regains his composure and lifts her onto his lap.

“Hello, my love,” he whispers, touching his forehead to hers.

Her tiny hand pats his cheek, her expression filled with concern. “You’re crying?”

Charles shakes his head, trying to reassure her. “Happy tears,” he explains, “look.” He points at the screen, where Y/N's serene face is frozen in time.

“Maman!” D/N exclaims, slipping from his lap and heading towards the screen. Her small hands tap the screen eagerly as she calls out, “Maman! Maman! Maman!”

“Yes,” Charles swallows, ignoring the pang in his chest as he shifts his focus to his little girl. “You want to see Maman, huh?”

He rises from the sofa and lifts D/N into the air, settling her on his hip. “How about we go take a look at the photo albums, okay? There are lots of beautiful pictures of Maman in there, alright?”

“Maman! Maman! Maman!” D/N continues to exclaim, squirming excitedly in his arms as they walk through the door and down the hallway into the living room.

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f1gossipofficial Nine months after the tragic passing of his wife, Y/N, Charles Leclerc has been spotted for the first time on a beach in Spain with their shared daughter.

Witnesses who captured the photographs above mentioned that he appeared to be coping well, and fans respectfully gave them space while appreciating the sight from afar.

We're glad to see Charles out and about again, and we extend our best wishes to him and his family as they continue to navigate these changes.

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Brand new style | CL16

― Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader ― Warnings: mentions of food; typos. ― Summary: The one where Charles' has been dressing better and better each week. Fans can't help but tie that drastic change to a girlfriend, especially when he shows up wearing clothes from a small but very stylish brand, what they don't expect is that the girlfriend in question is the owner of the brand.

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yourusername

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yourusername finishing the last few touches for this season's collection ⭐️✨

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sunshinewest can’t wait to get it!! 😍

user2 I am so readyyy

switfiedirectioner I wanna be her when I grow up

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⤷ swiftiedirectioner shut up let me dream 🤚

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charles_leclerc race week's about to start 😎

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charleslerain things that aren’t my business but I wish were: how charles takes his coffee

sainzinho the lil pink mug 🥹🤏

fastandf1s where’s that lil sweater from????

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⤷ userforty it def is! Most likely from last collection if I recall perfecly, I have a similar one

trackfour Im gonna prepare myself mentally to watch ferrari shit show 😭

iguser_ the pullover collors omggg and the fabric looks so soft

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tifosinha I refuse to believe this was Ferrari's doing, he's been on this team for years now and they NEVER got him this stylish. there's a woman's hand on this, istg

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leclowncircus y’all worried about charles’ style and rumored relationship meanwhile I’m just no thoughts head empty appreciating those yummy pics he’s been posting

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⤷ lemonegasque million dollars question

lewforty LOL he’s so bad at other sports

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yourusername nobody needs to know I fell a hundred times while climbing

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randomuser33 that “private but not a secret” type of relationship I WANT IT

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charles_leclerc ma cherrie ❤️ I wouldnt have the patient to soft launch anyways

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scuderiaferrari thank goodness he's not that clumsy with car info 😅😂

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Fanart of Ghost, Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II

Fanart of Zombie Ghost (not accurate), Call of Duty: Warzone

Been wanting to draw Simon 'Ghost' Riley since I got into COD 😭 And no, I never played the game, I only watch the gameplay walkthrough 😅 i will still be drawing more in the future!

(Zombie Ghost was a last minute work. I love his Zombie skin and would draw a proper one in the near future. For now I only added the blood and the overall colours to match the overall artwork ❤)

This was actually done for @/lord_gris 's inktober Gristober, number 11. Skull💀 on Instagram. Eventhough I am 1 week late, I still do want to give credit to her for the idea!

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Thunderstorm

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader

Synopsis: Spencer Reid was never a fan of thunderstorms. On one particular night, he woke up to one.

Warning(s): established relationship, mentions and/or depictions of gun violence/injury, protective spencer, parent-child relationships, I think that's it (?) this one is really just fluff wrapped in more fluff 🥰

Word Count: 2400-ish

Author's Note: HELLO! I'm finally back from the dead (yayyy)!! To celebrate, and as we all wait for me to finish rewriting the remaining chapters of love bugs, I'm posting this fic here for you all to enjoy :) I think it's the fluffiest piece I've ever written (srsly, not even a drop of angst!) so I hope you will enjoy! Let me know what you think okkk, don't forget to LIKE+COMMENT+REBLOG if you like this one xx btw I'm pretty sure this can be read as gender neutral reader since I'm positive I didn't use any gender-conforming words, but pls lmk if I'm wrong!

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Spencer hated thunderstorms.

He had many memories of them, not particularly good ones. Most of them involved him being on the field during yet another atrocious case, gun and flashlight in hand, trekking after muddy footsteps that belonged to an UnSub he was chasing.

He had been shot, once, during a thunderstorm. The bullet lodged itself against his bulletproof vest before the perpetrator had received a retaliation shot from Derek's gun. The vest had saved his life that night. The nasty bruise decorating his torso for the following week, though, served as a sufficient reminder in Spencer's mind.

Thunderstorms were a natural enemy whenever he was on the field. Unfortunately for him, the rivalry seemed to continue past the doorstep of his home, too.

Back when sleep was a luxury that he had to scour and cherish, thunderstorms would be the antagonist that kept the two even further apart. The sound of heavy rain against windows was a line of needles prickling into his circadian rhythm, erasing any possibilities of sleep if he was even lucky enough to have them in the first place.

On those nights, Spencer would sit against the headboard with a book in his lap, hoping that the passage detailing the fall of Joseon Dynasty in Korean Peninsula--or the rise or Majapahit Empire in the island of Java, whichever had caught his interest more at that specific moment in time--would be enough distraction to take his mind off the disaster wreaking havoc outside of his apartment.

Thanks to years of therapy, Spencer now had found it easier to chase sleep whenever he needed it. Still, its sweet relief stood no chance against the chaos brought by a raging thunderstorm.

This time, too, was no different.

Spencer had been dreaming. A land of reverie where his tongue had tasted honey, where his nose had recognized the hint of mint and juniper berry before the image was rattled by a high-pitched shriek in the sky.

When Spencer opened his eyes, the bedroom was enveloped in a near state of total darkness.

The sharp cry he heard had come from a lightning that struck momentarily before he woke up. Five seconds later, another one struck again, sending a jolt of adrenaline through Spencer's body as he waited for the imminent thunder to shatter the atmosphere.

Spencer shut his eyes in an attempt to get his racing heart back under control. Once he opened them again, the remnants of sleep had washed away from his pupils, allowing him to take in the empty bed, the chill bedroom, and the opened door right across from where he was sitting.

Frowning, Spencer thought back to a few hours prior. How he had promptly retired to the bedroom after coming home from work. He remembered clearly--courtesy of his eidetic memory--having slammed the door shut before he got ready for bed.

A creak in the floorboards outside his bedroom door compelled Spencer to reach into the bedside drawer, fingers inching nearer to where the secret holster of his gun was located.

Before his hand could wrap around the weapon, the bedroom door was pushed ajar, revealing a familiar figure standing in the doorway, outline cast by a hazy kind of luminance.

Spencer breathed out a sigh of relief. "I thought you were an intruder."

You raised an eyebrow at his statement. A playful smile sweetened by the gentle glow radiating off the flickering candle in your hand.

"It's just me," you assured him, finally stepping into the threshold and placing the candle on top of the dresser.

"I can see that." He watched you approaching, gaze never straying even when you picked up the comforter a tiny bit to slip back into bed. "Where did you go?"

"Went down to check the breaker. Power's out completely, by the way. Looks like the storm took out the whole block."

He made a disapproving face at your response. "You were in the basement? Alone?"

Your forehead furrowed at the tone of Spencer's voice. It wasn't until you glimpsed the telltale sign of worry in his eyes that your shoulders eventually deflated. "I'm okay, Spencer."

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"Because," you began, an amused smile threatening to split your face into two, "it's a three flights of stairs walk from our bedroom, darling. I think I can manage it just fine."

"But--"

"Besides," you cut him off, silencing him with a gentle palm pressing on his cheek. Spencer instantly melted at the contact. "I know how you get during nights like this. I wanted to let you have as much sleep as you could before the storm eventually wakes you up."

His hand circled around your wrist, then, bringing it upwards so that he could leave tiny kisses on your palm before he entwined his fingers with yours. "You still should've woken me up."

"Spence--"

"I know, I know. You could've done it yourself, I don't doubt it. I just--" he paused, swallowing a lump before continuing, "--I could've just waited here. In the bedroom. But in case anything happened, I would've been there for you."

The admission was quiet within the four walls of your bedroom. You knew that Spencer's plea had nothing to do with a toxic need to be controlling. Instead, it had stemmed from the vulnerability within. A naked truth that nestled in the deepest corners of Spencer Reid's soul.

The years that you had spent together allowed you to understand Spencer at a level nobody else could. They allowed you to understand that this silly request was nothing more than a fruit of his vigilant bones, forged consistently throughout his years in law enforcement. Spencer Reid, underneath his soft eyes and tender touches, had witnessed all of the gruesome layers of the world, lost far more things than anyone ever should.

It was only logical, now that Spencer had you in his life--a miraculous reprieve to his otherwise ghastly world--he would spend every waking moment to do everything in his power to make sure you were safe.

Always.

With this knowledge in mind, you couldn't, in good conscience, bring yourself to deny Spencer's plea, no matter how foolish it might seem.

What you did, instead, was shifting yourself closer to his body, seeking permission with your eyes before you leaned forward for a quick kiss.

"I'm sorry, darling," you offered sincerely. "I'll keep that in mind for next time, yeah? How does that sound?"

The relief was blinding as it washed over Spencer's whole being. "Thank you," he muttered before kissing your knuckles. "And I'm sorry, too, for being like this."

You shook your head firmly. Not because you didn't accept his apology, but because you didn't need one. Spencer didn't have anything to apologize for.

When you told him as much, Spencer's only reply was to press his lips to yours.

You were rendered pliant underneath his ministrations, your body molding into his as if you were two fabrics cut from the same cloth. Spencer poured all of his emotions into the kiss. Wishing--begging--that you could taste just how consuming the love he harbored for you was. The same way he could taste your heart beneath the hint of honey on your lips.

Once breathing became a chore, Spencer took the heavy decision to pull away, settling for resting his forehead on top of yours instead.

"Do you wanna go back to sleep?" you whispered.

Spencer wanted to nod, feeling a huge load pressing on every inch of muscle in his body. But before he could take you up on the offer, a distant sound between the roaring of thunders caught his attention, stopping his words right in their tracks.

"Did you hear that?" Spencer asked.

"Hear what?" You frowned. "The thunder?"

"No." He rushed to get up from the bed, gaze apologetic as he looked at you from the doorway. "Stay here? I'll be back soon."

Soft footsteps trudged along the landing of your two story house, leading Spencer towards another door located right by the stairs. He knocked slowly on the wooden door, twice, before pushing it open with a gentle nudge of his hip.

The room he entered was smaller than the room he shared with you. During the days, the windows on the far end of the wall would offer a mesmerizing view of the creek that ran along the backside of the neighborhood. During nights like this, however, they merely provided another harsh peek at the tantrum that mother nature was throwing against the world.

Although the room was swallowed in darkness, Spencer could still make out the silhouettes inside. From the haphazardly scattered toys on the floor, the colorful drawings taped on the walls, even to the lavender-colored furniture that seemed to fill every available corner in the entire space.

Amongst them all, the one silhouette that managed to pull at Spencer's heartstrings was the one curled up on the center of the bed. A usually joyous sunshine, reduced to a whimpering ball under a cotton unicorn-themed blanket.

"Princess."

Spencer tugged the blanket down, revealing misty eyes and pouting lips on a face he held dearly. A sob managed to wreck itself out of the little girl's chest, plummeting Spencer's heart further down the abyss of no end.

"Oh, sweetheart."

He gathered the 4-year-old in his arms, feeling her immediately hugging his neck. Her body was still shivering with tiny whimpers and sobs, all of which Spencer tried to subside gently by constant strokes down her back.

"It's okay. You're okay," he shushed quietly, rocking his body to a phantom tune while she clung to his chest. "Do you wanna tell me what's going on?"

The girl sniffled aloud before lifting her head, her tiny hands rubbing rigorously on the tear stains around her eyes.

"The-the thunders," she murmured. "It was so loud. I woke up and everything was d-dark. Daddy, I'm scared!"

She threw her arms around his neck again, crying softly into the collar of his sleeping shirt. Spencer tightened his embrace around his daughter, heart breaking into pieces with every tear shed from her innocent eyes.

"Sshh, it's alright, princess. Everything's alright. Daddy's here now," Spencer cooed. "Do you wanna sleep with us tonight? Hm?"

His daughter started to nod frantically. "Don't forget Mr. Elphie, Daddy."

Chuckling, Spencer quickly grabbed the elephant stuffed animal lying next to her pillow. "Of course not. Mr. Elphie is coming with us, isn't he?"

Spencer began to retreat back in the direction of your bedroom, all the while conversing with his little girl to keep her mind off the storm that was still raging wildly outside.

You were checking something on your phone by the time Spencer finally returned. Immediately, you tossed the device aside once you saw him, eyes widening in concern when you saw your daughter's limbs entangled around Spencer's form.

"What happened?" you asked.

Spencer headed for the bed, slowly putting down the little girl who instantly cuddled your side after he had tucked her under the duvet.

"The thunders are scary," your daughter mumbled into the fabric of your shirt.

Your eyes flicked towards Spencer, who gave a single nod of confirmation before settling back on his side of the bed.

"Oh, honey. I'm so sorry." You brushed back the hair from her face, taking in the sight of your favorite pair of eyes that seemed to have lost their usual sparkles in the wake of her tears. "What do you wanna do, hun? Should I tell you a story? Play a little music?"

"I wanna sleep here with you and Daddy," she said in a shaky voice. "Is that okay?"

Kissing the crown of her head, you answered, "Of course it's okay, sunshine. Come here."

Your daughter fell back into your awaiting arms. Her small frame fitting so easily into the front side of your body. You watched as her tiny fingers clutched Mr. Elphie tighter, breath evening out while her face burrowed even deeper into your chest.

It felt as if hours had passed before you could find the will to rip your gaze away. In all honesty, you could probably have spent an entire eternity staring at the little miracle in your arms had the universe given you the chance. When you lifted your head, your eyes automatically locked with Spencer's, who looked as if he, too, had been entranced by the sight in front of him.

"She's incredible," Spencer confessed into the night, voice fragile with the weight of awe it seemed to carry. "I can't believe she's ours."

You extended your hand towards him, smiling brightly once Spencer secured it in his own.

"Seems like the apple doesn't fall far from the tree," you mused, eyes glinting mischievously from the knowledge that your daughter--just like her beloved Daddy--also had a fear of thunderstorms. "Like father like daughter, huh?"

Spencer rolled his eyes. "I'm not scared of thunderstorms. I'm just... not fond of them"

"Uh-huh."

"Shut up." He bit your knuckles playfully, seemingly pleased with himself when he managed to elicit a laugh out of your chest. "Go get some sleep. You have an early day tomorrow."

"Speak for yourself, Mister." You settled your head back on the pillow, Spencer mirroring your position without breaking his hold around your hand. "Where are you going again?"

"Florida. Miami."

"Damn," you muttered, temporarily panicking about your terrible choice of words before calming back down once you saw your daughter sleeping soundly. "I bet it's nice there this time of year."

"It's Miami. The weather barely changes there all year-round."

"Exactly my point."

"Besides," Spencer added, squeezing your hand once, "it's not a vacation. It doesn't matter where I'm going, I'll only be seeing dead bodies all day long."

"Okay. I really don't need to start seeing corpses in my head right before going to sleep, so thanks for that."

"You started it."

"I most certainly did not." You scoffed. "I'm not liking this conversation. Now, can we please go to sleep?"

Spencer had a retort ready on the tip of his tongue. But once he saw how peaceful you looked with your eyes closed, entangled as one with your daughter, he decided against it.

At last, he opted to shuffle closer on the bed until he could wrap his arm around the two of you, letting the scent of mint from your shampoo and juniper berry from your daughter's body wash to wrap around his whole being.

Spencer was still not a fan of thunderstorms.

But on nights like this, he had to begrudgingly admit that maybe, maybe, they weren't really that bad after all.

[halesandy]

Ana's ATEEZ Fic Recommendations

So this lovely anon was sending me a lot of good stuff to read, so thanks a lot to them!

Here's the list of our combined reads that we recommend for all Ateez fic lovers. Enjoy! 🥰

🧡 @escapewriter's Coffee House Diaries - 8 smau stories

🧡 @ilymatz's Cherry On Top - Yeosang x Reader smau

🧡 @hwalyn's Sweeter Than Candy - Yeosang x Reader smau

🧡 @desayunho's whole masterlist, but my favorite is Time of Love - Woosan x Reader smau + wonderful written parts

🧡 Omg @imagine-a-life-like-this's Cliché Romance Masterlist is to die for! My personal favorite are with San and Seonghwa

🧡 Another talented writer is @songmingisthighs with their expansive masterlist! My favorite is Algedonic with soulmate!Yunho x Reader smau

🧡 OT8 x Reader Into The Aurora by @honeyhotteoks !!! This! Must read 1000%

🧡 @seung-hwa's Infinity had me so hooked! The tears were there, I swear. It's a San x Reader soulmate!au, reincarnation!au

🧡 In this place, full of lies by @wordstro. Okay, this is not what I usually like to read and I was a bit sceptical, but.. BUT This is a work of ART! Really! I might need a few weeks to recover from this and stop daydreaming about this being a real tv-series! Really love this series! It has aliens/monsters, it has San a an ex, it has post-apocalypse settings, so yeah. Go give it some love, guys!

🧡 @baekhvuns's Memoir with mafia!Yunho and some good old memory loss trope, and it's a gem! Also love Guns and Roses with Hongjoong and Mr. & Mrs. Park with Seonghwa

🧡 Cute librarian!Seonghwa written for you by @itgetsquiet, right here, in Blooming Feeling

🧡 You wanna feel your heart break? @nonclassyparty will break it 8 times and you're gonna love it! Read it here, in Subtle variations of heartbreak

🧡 Bright pink haired San as your lovely younger coworker? YES! Here, in @yunlvr 's Loveholic. Angst and fluff? Just how we love it

🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡 🧡

I'm pretty sure that I might have forgotten some of the works I've read and loved, so there's gotta be more parts of Ateez fic recs! Make sure to follow these amazing people who keep feeding us good stuff and give them some of that big big amount of love you have!

Don't forget to send me your fic recs if you want your favorite fics, writers or even your own works to get a bit more love 🤗

Hope you're having a great day and staying healthy! 🧡

[stormblessed95]

Jungkooks Latest Rainbow Moments 🌈

Just because there are enough moments I haven't posted about yet that I can make a small thread post now 🤣 starting with the most recent. WHAT was this ending fairy moment JK??? I saw someone go "that muscle memory kicking in" 😭😭🤣🤣 listen, he said "the song may be about girls, but I suck d**k, don't forget it!" (Listen, my blog is ran by an adult, and everyone here should BE an adult, okay? Lol) He HAS to know what this looks like. Cmon

Which, only 2 weeks ago was when he posted THIS video on tiktok.... on the same day that he said "I don't have a girlfriend, stop asking me that." Then posted this trend video with a bunch of girls name on the audio with the captain "I go the other way" SIR YOU HAVE TO KNOW WHAT THAT LOOKS LIKE AND IMPLIES lol and then he deletes the video a little bit later saying that he wants his tiktok to just be dancing videos 🤣

This whole outfit being from a collection that is based off queerness and gender nonconformity

Jimin and JK visiting a brewery with a pride flag hung up outside while in Connecticut together

JK liked the Lesbian verison of Seven on tiktok!

https://twitter.com/wayjks/status/1692282985272217663?t=0MmGMp58jsz-fcwEuEw7QA&s=19

The eyelash fluttering flirting to try and get what he wants?? Gay

Wlw couple on a date in Seven? Maybe!

He KNOWS he is Babygirl

Just repping Queer history and culture through his clothes!

And an older moment, but he is so sweet. But let's not pretend that picking a favorite based off the angsty yearning and romantizing the yearning is very stereotypically queer of my man 😍 JK is so soft though for real, my baby

(^ from ARMY Kit)

I love this man so much. He will ALWAYS be for the girls and the gays 🥰🌈💁🏻‍♀️

[fuckyeahfraxus]

Finally, this is the official post for the seventh

F R A X U S   D A Y!

Like previous years, Fraxus Day will be celebrated on November 5th!

We had thrown out a small notification post before but we are still sorry that this official post is released with such a delay! We still hope that everyone is looking forward to the day and wants to participate with different sorts of content <3

As usual there will not be a particular prompt for this day, as opposed to the ship week. You can use whatever theme or idea that comes to mind.

However, we do again invite you to pre-celebrate Fraxus Day with us on Halloween, October 31th! Feel free to tag us in any Halloween Fraxus content you create, and we will make sure to reblog it!

Of course, feel free to share Halloween Fraxus and Fraxus Day Fraxus on separate days. Or post a Halloween themed Fraxus Day entry. Or only post a Halloween edition! Everything is possible, we just wanna dedicate the day to this wonderful ship and celebrate.

Either way, you may use the #fraxusday tag for any entries you post on October 31st and/or November 5th, Halloween themed or not!

As usual we, the admins of fuckyeahfraxus, will be hosting this day Although there are no specific prompts, we do ask you to read the rules if you’re not familiar with them or need a reminder.

Everyone is allowed to participate and basically every sort of entry is allowed! Art, fanfic, edits, headcanons, playlists, aesthetics, … everything! Just make sure that it has to do with Fraxus and does not imply something else, something negative, other rivalled ships or trigger topics like non-consensual stuff. There’s also basic things we usually do not reblog on this blog due to certain reasons; basically anything that has to do with harmful stereotyping.

Please make sure to put either fraxusday or fraxus day in the first five tags of your entry! fraxus will suffice, too, if you forget to tag it otherwise but using the first two named tags will make it easier for us to find the entries for this day. Submitting your work to this blog will be perfectly alright as well if that’s how you’d rather want to participate.

Almost each kind of entry is allowed, just please make sure to avoid explicit nsfw content. If you want to submit something suggestive or bordering on nsfw, that’s fine.

Don’t worry about being late! Late entries are always welcome, no matter how late they may be.

Do not steal other people’s art or writing or whatever it may be! That won’t be accepted and that applies not only to this day but in general. This type of behavior won't be tolerated. The same goes for edited artwork, unless you have the explicit permission of the original author to do so.

That's it! Please do boost the hell out of this official post so all the people who may not have heard of this day or were not aware of the date and want to participate get the note! Thank you all so much for your continuous support, despite real life struggles we will try our best not to let this blog die. Love y'all and our dms are always open.

Stay safe and much love, your fuckyeahfraxus team! <3

credit for the art goes to the absolutely amazing @ccrispy who I commissioned for Fraxus Week in Summer for the prompt 'Blood and Wine'. please go support her if you can! 🥰

[baby-blue-ana]

Omg heyyyyy new blog intro, here we go again, love to see it 😘🥰

⚠️TW!!⚠️ so sorry, but this IS an eating disorder based blog. I post with an understanding that community can help those who are already suffering, but please don't seek it out/continue on if you are not. Just block my page, feel free to block the tags I use as well, and I truly hope you have a good rest of your day.

NOW FOR THE REST OF YOU

hey besties, it's been a minute, but I'm thriving once again 🤭 new motives, new goals, new hobbies, new vibes, you know the drill. I also don't usually start a new episode mid-summer, so we'll see how this goes considering we've got the holidays coming up

you can call me Blue

afab genderfluid (He/She/It)

19 y/o

ana-rexic

autistic

POTS (chronic illness)

bipolar 1

stoner

witch

mixed hispanic/white

my blog is minor friendly, I just won't respond to private DMs or follow back bc, as of rn, I'm almost 20!

stats <3

Height: 5'3" (159 cm)

HW: 142lbs

SW: 135lbs

CW: 98lbs

GW1: 95lbs

UGW: 90lbs

measurements (I'll add later, I keep forgetting to take them when I weigh myself)

(edited: sept. 11, 2024 from here down. I'll set a reminder for the measurements next week, I swear 😅🙏)

recently been doing moodboards, as well as organizing my ed-no-sheeran photos, so requests are welcome (& encouraged) so I actually have incentive to post!

fav mealspo/recipes

fav thinspo

I love the coquette aesthetic, but I have cool toned skin & prefer baby blue to the more common pink

also currently into grunge and post-punk music; dressing generally alt, very Tomura Shigaraki coded due to lack of clothing. been looking at the v-ke! (visual ke!) style for the last week, might thrift for that in a couple weeks.

v-ke! m@lespø:

I also love V!ctor!a's Secret, but don't actually support them morally 💀 fr watching the 2003 show on YT rn, I'm just an anorexic fashion junkie & they're all gorgeous

Also love Stranger Things & mildly in love w/ 3ddie Munsøn. Not in the annoying like Stedd!e ao3 takeover way or anything, but I did live in a trailer when I was younger before moving in w/ other family, and the thought of being older & a trailer park princess in ST wearing baby blue and being small and platinum blonde and having him do things for me is just... AGH!!&$&">×]$ not to mention he has good music taste 😌 He also reminds me of S!r!us Bl@ck, my first love <33

still agree, the Munsøn trailer would be a fuckin vibe and a half, but I'm on an anime kick rn. Tømur@ Sh!garak!, M3llø, B@n, T3ndø S@tor!, Øik@w@ Tøru, etc. are my boys. They keep me thin & they keep me sane.

I'm also just in a silly goofy girly mood rn, but I DO also post malespo!! I'm genderfluid, so it really depends mostly on how I feel that day + a bit on what my socials feed me that morning.

^^ This has been proven more recently!! If you have a preference and I start leaning towards the other it's fine bc I will inevitably give you a photo dump or have a sudden mood change.

[historyofglee]

Introducing HistoryofGlee’s Big Summer Gleewatch!

With my regular episode anniversary watch parties being over until September, I felt it was time for a full rewatch- a rewatch I’d love to share with anyone who would like to join me.

Starting this Monday, June 17th, I’ll be watching all 121 episodes of Glee over a period of nine weeks. In most cases, this works out to two episodes a day, with some exceptions:

- there will be no watch parties on July 8th or July 13th 🤍💙

- there will be no other episodes streamed on the day we reach 5x03 (August 3rd), it will stand alone 💙🏈

- there will be no episode watch party on the anniversary of the Glee: The 3D Concert Movie premiere (August 6th), as I will be sharing the movie instead 🎥🍿

- there will be three episodes shown on the final two days of the rewatch (August 17th and 18th) in order to fit them in before a new week starts ☺️

Timing:

As I’m sure you can imagine, working out what time to run something like this can be difficult. I’d love to make this as accessible as possible to everyone. If you are interested in joining me, sharing your timezone and preferred time(s) would be enormously helpful in deciding what time to begin each episode. Come July I can be more flexible, until then both episodes will run sometime in the evening (UK time). I would also love to hear your thoughts on whether you would prefer a gap between the episodes or if they should run like a double feature- I’m currently thinking of a two hour break between episodes (eg. episode 1 starting at 6pm and episode 2 starting at 9pm).

Location:

For the first couple of weeks, I will be hosting each watch party on the site/app Hearo. I have been using it so far for all of my watch parties and it’s extremely easy to use. However, Hearo is currently set to shut down on July 1st. I have an idea of where to host from then on, but if you know of any reliable watch party sites/apps, I’m grateful for any suggestions! 🥰

Link sharing:

As with my regular watch parties, I will be sharing the link on the HistoryofGlee Instagram story, 15 minutes before the episode starts. Additionally, I will also be creating a Big Summer Gleewatch groupchat, where I will share a reminder 30 minutes in advance. If you believe sharing the link on another platform (Twitter/Threads/Tumblr) would be beneficial, please let me know. 😊

Schedule sharing:

I have created a weekly schedule for each week of the rewatch. Each one details which episodes will be shown on each day. I will post the schedule for each week on Monday morning (UK time) on all platforms- and if I forget, and I will, please remind me! 🤦🏻‍♀️

Thank you for reading, and I hope you can join me at some point on the Big Summer Gleewatch! I’m extremely excited and sure it’ll be a lot of fun. If you have any suggestions, questions, or there’s anything I’ve missed, please comment or shoot me a DM. ❤️

Love,

HistoryofGlee

[lacunafiction]

Progress Update: January 23 2023

TFS: Book One Masterpost  | TFS Patreon  🌲

Hi Everyone!

I hope you’re having a lovely week! 💚

Well, I learned something that I kind of already knew about myself. If I say: ‘I’ll think about it’, then I really think about anything other than ‘it’ and procrastinate until someone asks me the same question again. (Yes, it’s an utter joy deciding what to eat for dinner with me. /s 😌) It has been 15 18 (I meant to post this earlier) days since Book One’s release, and it sometimes still feels like the first day of release…

…But, I’m also seeing more comments/reactions from people finishing up their first playthrough or even a third/fourth, which helps to cast off that feeling and makes me eager to delve back into where I left off with Book Two. I’ve also been playing Book One—a few select pathways to ensure that foreshadowing or links I have outlined for future chapters neatly dovetail. There will be plenty of a-ha moments within the series because I love giving little details big meanings!

Re-playing Book One has also helped me further isolate those variables I mentioned in the last update that should be called on in Book Two and beyond. I’ve also been studying the random test readouts and color-coding them to make sure I’m not letting any slip through the cracks. All of this legwork is important when building the recaps and the level of character customization at the start of Book Two. I know not everyone is going to want to pick with exacting detail what flower the MC’s grandfather gifted them for school graduations/events, but some of you might want to since many of you have experienced how it does come up again. 💐 The levels will let readers who don’t choose to import set their own degree of detail; some might want to get right into Book Two’s story, while others will want to mold their MCs.

(I recommend eventually importing saves, but that’s in the future since Hosted Games enables this feature closer to the next book’s release!)

It’s more than 80 distinct story variables that can be filled in multiple ways (e.g. the flower is a single variable, but it has 6 different potential fills for it from a daisy to a forget-me-not) without counting the obvious gender-setting, height, aesthetics, personality stats, etc. It’s a lot! But, I’m proud and happy to account for them all so you get a meaningful experience while in Fernweh. 

Some variables will naturally be called on more than others, but I wanted them all coded-in and largely accounted for in the recaps to not tie my hands while I’m writing. (*hint*: that one choice in Chapter 6 that earned a lot of reactions will come up very early in Book Two. 👀) I can always go back and adjust later. I’ve been re-familiarizing myself with all of this^ to get back into things.

Thank you all for your support and kind comments/asks! 💚 If you’re enjoying Fernweh, please consider leaving a review/rating on the platform you downloaded from; they do make a difference, and I appreciate each one. 🥰

[daisychainsandbowties]

Ooh an ask game! Then, I want to know #1 and #7, we'll throw in #20 so we get a pretty gif, also #2 is a pair so we can't leave that out. And finally, am curious on #17 and #6 to really get expansive words. ^^ Tell us all the juicy pretty Dragon Age things you're rolling about~

thank you so much for asking me these 🥺

1. What was the first dragon age game you played?

i got origins for my ps3 way back in high school. the first time i played it i remember i started as a mage and spammed walking bomb and spent twenty minutes on the first darkspawn boss because he killed everyone and it was just me running in circles occasionally casting a spell on him. very reminiscent of the Arishok fight🫠🫠 i tried very hard to romance Morrigan but i kept making her hate me instead😭 so i went with leliana, HOWEVER my weird eventually friends thing with morrigan inspired the ot3 ship that still haunts me to this day (warden/morrigan/leliana is 🥰🙏😳❤️🥹)

2. Which dragon age game is your favourite so far?

that’s an incredibly difficult question. i think overall in terms of how it made me feel and how much i like the gameplay loop and the environments it’s definitely Inquisition 🥺 a fic of that game kept me alive for a few really really shaky weeks a few years ago (i told myself sternly that i could only read a chapter a night, so i had to get through all the nights until the end of this 550k fic, and then the ending was the epitome of hopepunk and it made me sort of forget about being shaky). so yeah, definitely Inquisition. but i adore all the games😌. i had a lot of fun with da2 but it isn’t as good for my brain to replay over and over (<- guy who actually loves 100%ing the Hinterlands in every playthrough)

6. Do you have your Rook(s) planned out to any degree? If so, would you share some details or ideas you have?

ít’s really hard for me to rotate things in abstract like that. i know there’s lots of information but i don’t want to read it or know it before i play the game. i will most likely play as a mage? unless they make that unpleasant somehow 🥺 (i hope not) but beyond that i can’t make myself interested in planning out a character who doesn’t live anywhere (yet). it’s the same with my own fiction writing. i have to understand the world a little before i can create any characters of any substance. i’m really excited to do my first playthrough though! i know that whoever my Rook is, they will love the griffin baby 🥰

7. Which character from the previous games or other media are you most hoping will make an appearance in DAV?

it would be extremely good to see Fenris again, or Merrill. i don’t really trust Bioware with Anders, so i hope he stays with whatever peace he found after kirkwall. i liked seeing morrigan and leliana again so some da2 characters would be neat! oh!!!! isabela would make sense in this because ship captain 😳 i would love to see her again 🥺

17. Are you interested in all the lore and speculation or do you focus more on the games and stories themselves?

oh i LOVE the dragon age lore. i recently got the dragon age TTRPG core book mostly because it has so much lore in it 😳 i find dragon age lore especially compelling, particularly the grey wardens and the blight and how magic and the veil works. my favourite fics are always the lore heavy ones that engage with the themes dragon age tries (and sometimes manages) to engage with.

the speculation is also fun because dragon age fans adore pain and misery and usually conjure up the worst possible way things could go. and that’s great 🥰

20. Post a picture or gif that conveys your current level of excitement for Dragon Age: The Veilguard!

[withleeknow]

lmao not the big work screen that's brave of you here's another one but less 😵 and more 🥰 vm.tiktok.com/ZGe378eMP/ - genuine q. concerning 🐹/🐈‍⬛: when are we never in the rabbithole??? *complains about the microwave*- *proceeds to feed the microwave* speaking of, hi welcome to your en-o'clock era 👀 this compilation is the most accurate preview of what's in store: vm.tiktok.com/ZGe37yXGA/

icl seungmin and mimo in ate?? still not over that bridge + that genre of mimo? i'm thinking the Δ composition = fwb/fboy!mimo + pining-bsf!seungmin 😶‍🌫️ WT: I CAN HEAR THE COGS TURNING + SENSE THE ANGST FROM MILES AWAY ISTG WOMAN THE REVEALLLL I'M GONNA SCREAM 🕊🦋

“what am i doing with an enhypen album” im crying 😭😭 consider yourself ✨️ influenced ✨️ she really is the prettiest - I didn't realise just how cute/cozy their photoshoot concepts were for inceptio 🥺 also asia!! 💓 whereabouts are you headed?

i'm surprised you're still here bc 🥟's given us not one but TWO ig lives this week 😭😭 AND THE TOUR CLIPS SO FAR?? BANGCHAN??! SMILEY MIMO W/ HIS BLUE HOODIE? THE THUNDEROUS STAGE?!!

i'm already on ep 27 bc i'm a fast watcher lol but YOOOOOOOO why did nobody tell me about niki 😭 he's ADORABLE YO, my new son omg i immediately adopted him. the most precious baby someone protect him at all costs 😭 also i've been looking at sunghoon lol we're pleasantly surprised. i had zero clue about his personality but after watching this, hello....... interesting....... just hear me out - he reminds me of mimo sometimes :o personality wise and also in some shots he looks like mimo to me lolll. ALSO i'm sure you've probably seen this but it came up on my explore page the other day and i watched it like 20 times in a row lskdfhalsd 🤣

2min △ 😭 we need to stop being on the same frequency bc i thought about it once and while a hyunho △ has the potential to run along lines of being in lurv with your buddy's gf, a 2min △ just has to stem from (childhood) best friends :o

i'm equally excited and nervous to post wt7.5 bc while i like some of the bits in this one, idk how people will receive it bc yk... angst. but we'll see in a few days akskjshd 😭

i'm going to vietnam for like 3 weeks hehehe. OH and i keep forgetting to tell you, my friend is going to music bank madrid and she asked me if i wanted to come too. unfortunately i'm out of paid leave and i have a jonas brothers concert (in my defense i bought the ticket last august before all the drama 🤣) a couple days after that, but imagine if we both to music bank together 😭 that... would be kinda insane methinks

🥟 has been so active with his lives lately i'm so in love with him :((( that newlywed life is treating him well i see, i should be their roommate i don't mind thirdwheeling

everything about the tour is driving me crazy. the setlist (although no charmer is a major L for me, rip), the looks, the solo stages (i cannot tell you how in love i am with mimo's hair. i'm still trying to process it), the merch especially the mood lamps and the stress balls (i caved and ordered a foxiny one) and the new skzoos doing UPPIES I WANT THEM SO BAD (and look oh my god they can hold hands) I CAN'T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I WANTED SOMETHING SO BADLY 😭 i love that while everyone else was doing horny numbers and getting freaky on main, seungmin had a mike wazowski guitar moment and mimo had a babygurl stage lolll. ngl i couldn't really focus watching the thunderous performance bc they were SO sparkly lmaooo i love the babygirl-esque fits 😂

[chloeworships]

Quick Updates

Hi babes...

#1. I was shown a racist. I am not sure of the identity of the person but my God is he going to get in some trouble. UPDATE: HE HAS A SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORM.

#2. I was shown "C h r i s t m a s" - again something good is going to be happening during the holiday season 🎄

#3. I saw the last name "JAMES" on the back of a jersey. It was curved. I found out that Lebron's son Bronny James was selected to play with him on the Lakers. Congratulations!!!

#4. I was shown the word "f a i t h" on a green background. God wants us to continue to have faith regarding our health and finances 💲

#5. I was also shown "VICTORY"... I love that the LORD keeps showing us this word. Don't forget it. He's confirming to you what he has already said. When you are a child of God, the victory has already been won. Everything including the twists and turns are meant to lead us to God's glory. Align with his will and your faith will increase.

#6. I saw the number "7" in red. It was HUGEEEEEE and it came towards me in a special font. Again not sure what that means. Seven is one of the LORD’s favourite numbers. Could something be happening in 7 days, 7 weeks, 7 months or July. The number looked like a 7 on playing cards 🃏

#7. Someone's husband was delivered from homosexuality. This is your confirmation.

#8. I saw a being who appeared as a Black man...he looked as though he was from Ethiopia or Somalia. He has shown himself to me three times. Twice he has appeared (in my dreams) with a sign in his hand that has the name "MARC" written on it. Marc with a C. I could not recall what he was trying to tell me but whoever Marc is, he will find out.

#9. I had a dream where I was shown font's in a different language. They looked like the font below. I have no idea what this means. This looked like a CODE.

#10. I had a dream where I saw a Transformer behind smoke or dust. It reminded me of the a scene in Transformers. I am will try to find a clip and post it. Know this is Archangel Michael. YES, he is coming to help on the ground. Not entirely sure where, but he has ARRIVED. I love Michael 🥲🥰😘😬😇 I know it’s him because I had a dream prior with a heart drawn with a finger on a mirror 🪞🫶🏾 then I found the image below.

SN: For those who don’t know, right before God called me to do this work, AA Michael visited me in a dream. He took me to outer space beside Earth and he gave me a prophecy. Earth looks GORGEOUS btw. I was stunned 🤩 He showed up looking like Optimus Prime. Different voice but the exact appearance.

I have always known the transformers were loosely based on Angels and Demons so to see him show up as Prime was God’s way of confirming that he knew of how I identified them.

I also loved the transformers since I was a young girl 🥰 watching cartoons. I never ever forgot this encounter and neither the prophecy which (to my dismay) was grim 😖 So when the LORD shows me transformers and depending on the eye colour, I know what he’s trying to communicate to me. It always involves the military 🪖 and confirmation that God is with you (US) 😇🪽 an auspicious sign indeed.

[helloalycia]

the better sister-in-law [three] // alycia debnam-carey

summary: when your sister bails on accompanying you to you to a work event, Alycia steps in and you’re not too sure you can cope with her being your ‘date’.

warning/s: none.

author's note: this is the last part! it was super fun to write and i’m glad you’re all enjoying it. I’ll probably be posting another wanda imagine after this one and potentially a yelena belova one if i can neaten up my idea 🥰

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"Well... their arms and legs are still in tact so you didn't do a terrible job," Angus joked, bouncing his daughter in his arms.

Y/S/N slapped him playfully on the arm whilst holding Harry before looking to Alycia and I apologetically. "He's kidding. We're both grateful for you guys babysitting."

"As long as you had a lovely time on your week away, it was all worth it," Alycia said politely, and I rolled my eyes playfully at her sucking up.

"We really did," Y/S/N said with a smile of remembrance. "How were the twins? Not a handful hopefully?"

I waved my hand dismissively. "Piece of cake. We handled it like pros."

Alycia glanced at me with an amused smile, clearly remembering the many times we struggled. But they didn't need to know that, did they?

"Huh," Y/S/N said with surprise. "We may call you both for babysitting duty more often then."

"Well, duh," I agreed. "I'm not the best auntie for no reason."

Alycia shoved me, but a smile was on her lips. I glanced at her and tried to forget that I now learnt I kind of liked her. But she was making it very hard to forget when she wore a heartwarming smile and stared at me with bright eyes.

"What she means to say is that we're happy to babysit whenever you need," Alycia corrected me, looking to my sister and Angus.

"Thanks, Leashy," Angus said with a grateful nod. "We'll let you both go."

Alycia nodded and the two of us said our goodbyes to the twins before heading out the front door. Neither of us said anything as we walked to the end of the front drive, and I wondered when the next time I'd see her would be, though I'd never admit that aloud.

"So, I guess this is it," Alycia spoke first, coming to a stop and smiling at me.

"I guess it is," I agreed, facing her with an oddly nervous smile. "This wasn't a bad week, I must say."

"It wasn't," she agreed, eyes piercing mine and not helping with the random nerves I already had. "Kinda gonna miss seeing your face every morning."

"It's definitely a face to miss," I joked, before grinning at her.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "And you ruined it."

I laughed, glancing out at my car. "I'll see you around, Alycia."

"See you around."

My stomach flipped uncontrollably the longer she stared and I cursed inwardly before turning to head to my car. This was definitely not appropriate and I needed to shut it down before it got worse. Aside from the obvious where she was my sister-in-law, she was also Alycia freakin' Debnam-Carey. Way too cool for me and way too pretty to be even remotely interested in me.

But God, she was so perfect.

—————

It was about a month later when I saw Alycia next. I wasn't really supposed to, at least not in the way that I did, but thanks to my sister and her lack of organisation, I did.

"C'mon, Y/S/N," I pleaded on the phone. "It's just one evening. Some stupid awards evening my work is throwing, but I have to go and the last thing I wanna do is show up alone."

"Y/N, I'm sorry," she said apologetically. "I didn't realise that Angus booked something for us way in advance. I can't get out of it."

I sighed, leaning back into my chair at work. There was nothing I could say to that, but it sucked because I definitely didn't wanna look like a loser with no date or friend fo take to the event.

"What's this?" someone's muffled voice came from the phone, and I recognised it as Alycia.

"Y/N needs someone to go with her to her awards event at work," Y/S/N explained, and I presumed I was on loudspeaker or something.

"Oh," she said, before possibly leaning closer to the phone since she was at normal volume now. "Why can't you just go yourself?"

I narrowed my eyes as if she were stood before me. "Because that's what losers do."

"Well, last time I checked–"

"Shut up, Alycia," I whined, cutting her off, knowing what she was going to say.

She laughed at my dismay, and if I didn't like her so much, I would've hung up.

"Okay, I don't mind going if you want," she said once she'd stopped laughing.

I quirked a brow. "Seriously? You're not busy?"

"Nope. I'm happy to join you. Can't have you looking like a loser, can I?"

Going to an event with Alycia sounded fine in theory, but realistically, my gay arse definitely wouldn't be able to handle it. I couldn't exactly say that though, so I tried to get her out of it.

"I'm totally fine going myself," I began, but she was insistent.

"It's all good, I don't mind," she said kindly, and I cursed inwardly because of course she was as sweet as always.

"See? Problem solved," my sister concluded.

I facepalmed before saying, "Right... well, I guess I'll send you the details, Alycia."

"Sure thing," she agreed. "And I'm gonna pick you up. It's your night after all."

Fuck off.

"You sure? It's really not that big of a deal."

She chuckled. "Obviously I'm sure. And it is!"

And so, that's how I found myself waiting outside of my apartment building two nights later, trying to convince myself that this night would be over in no time. But that was a lot more difficult than I planned, especially when Alycia pulled up in her car wearing a very beautiful hunter green dress that hugged her curves in all the right places.

As I attempted not to drool over her, she left the car and approached me with a grin on her lips, looking way too excited for the event ahead.

"Wow, you clean up well," she teased, before giving me a hug without warning.

"Thanks," I managed to say without stumbling over my words.

When she pulled away, I tried very hard not to combust into thin air because she happened to be staring at me with literal stars in her eyes – seriously, how was that even possible?

"You look really great, Alycia," I continued once I remembered what speaking was. "And thank you for coming tonight. It's not really a big deal, but I have to go and it's kind of embarrassing to turn up alone."

"It's cool, this is gonna be awesome," she insisted, leading me to her car. "Tonight is all about you, love."

I smiled awkwardly, knowing that wasn't what I wanted at all, but Alycia was just the type of person to celebrate someone else so I'd have to put up with it.

"That means you get control of the aux cord on the way there," she added with an adorable laugh, before opening the passenger's door and holding it open for me.

"Gee, thanks," I played along, loosening up a little, and getting in the car.

She winked playfully before closing the door and making her way to the driver's seat.

The drive there wasn't too bad in the sense that I seemed to push aside my feelings for the brunette and fall into our usual banter-driven conversation. By the time we arrived at the hall my work had booked out for the event, I was pretty confident that I could get through the evening without a hitch.

Probably spoke too soon.

Naturally, as Alycia and I made the rounds and acquainted ourselves with my colleagues, everybody thought she was my date. Everybody I worked with knew I was gay, though I'd never introduced them to a girlfriend of mine, so as soon as they saw me with a girl who looked way out of my league, they jumped to conclusions. And it was severely embarrassing, especially when it kept happening.

"No, no, Jen, she's not my– Alycia is my friend– we're sister-in-laws," I struggled to explain for the millionth time this evening.

"Oh, my apologies!" Jen exclaimed with embarrassment. "Well, it's lovely to meet you nonetheless, Alycia."

"You, too," Alycia said with an amused smile, tolerating another assumption without issue.

"I hope you both enjoy your evening," Jen finished, before smiling at me. "Good luck tonight, Y/N."

"You, too," I returned with an uncomfortable smile, feeling my neck growing hotter.

As Jen walked away, I looked to Alycia with apologetic eyes, though she seemed quite content despite the several assumptions made.

"Sorry about all the questions and assumptions," I said, finding it impossible to maintain eye contact with her right now. What the hell was wrong with me tonight? "I didn't think that's how people would– sorry if you're uncomfortable or anything."

She shrugged it off casually. "I'm not, don't worry about it."

I hummed with uncertainty, wondering why I was putting so much pressure on everything. She didn't care, I shouldn't care, why couldn't I just enjoy tonight?

"You know, I saw these tasty looking garlic bread bites at the snacks table," Alycia said, already tugging me towards that side of the room. "Let's try them!"

After spending another few more hours chatting to colleagues and snacking on some really nice food, the evening was coming to a close with my boss announcing all the winners for the awards. It was awkward, standing there amongst my colleagues and Alycia, anticipating my name being called. Nobody knew who was winning what apart from my boss, so the wait basically killed me.

And as the awards went on one by one, I felt my nerves eating away at me because my name hadn't been called once and the thought of Alycia making an effort to come tonight only for me to not win anything was too embarrassing to imagine.

Names kept getting called out and my breath was caught in my throat as the final award for best work ethic was being announced. I was in the midst of imagining how to awkwardly thank Alycia after for attending despite me not winning anything when I heard my name being called from the stage. Only when Alycia nudged me in the arm slightly did I zone back into reality.

"Y/N, that's you!" she exclaimed as the audience began to clap and cheer.

All eyes were on me and I then put two and two together, realising I'd won the final award for tonight.

"Oh, shit, right," I blurted out, and I was so surprised that I almost didn't move to collect the award. Thankfully, Alycia grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently, and gave me a supportive shove in the stage's direction.

I swallowed down the lump in my throat and began to smile awkwardly, approaching the stage. My boss helped me up and said some stuff about how hard of a worker I was and how he was very proud of how far I'd come since starting here, then he motioned for me to look ahead so everyone could take photos.

As I did, I caught Alycia's gaze in the crowd. She was waving her phone in the air, probably videoing the whole thing, and grinning up at me supportively. A genuine smile replaced my current one as I saw how excited she was – it meant a lot to know at least somebody was here for me, even if that someone made me insanely nervous sometimes.

"Before you go," my boss said, once the cheering died down, "I want to add one more thing."

I furrowed my brows with confusion, noticing how everyone else wore similar expressions.

"You've been a great comms assistant these past few years," he continued, before looking out to everyone briefly, "I'm sure everyone here can agree." He looked back to me. "I've thought long and hard about what being a comms manager would be like for you."

My eyes widened at what he was insinuating.

"But that wouldn't fit you," he continued, and that felt like a blow to the chest. He didn't believe I was manager material?

"Oh," I said quietly, wondering why he was doing this right now in front of everyone.

He smiled with amusement. "So, what do you say to being the senior comms manager?"

My jaw dropped as everybody began to cheer at my boss' words. Senior comms manager? I was skipping the position higher than me and being promoted? What?!

"Are you serious?" I asked, blinking back into reality.

He chuckled and put out his hand for me to shake. "Only if you want it, Y/N."

I glanced between his hand and him before nodding frantically, going in for the handshake. "Are you kidding– of course I want it, sir, thank you!"

My excitement getting the better of me, I pulled him in for a quick hug, saying how grateful I was and certain my words weren't coming out in English, before he patted me on the back and I left the stage. As I returned to the audience, I heard him thanking everyone for tonight and bidding us all a good time, but I could barely pay attention as the award was still in my hands and the fact that I was promoted still left me in awe.

"Y/N!" Alycia shouted once the speeches were over and she found me by the stage still. A grin was on her face as she immediately pulled me in for a hug, squeezing me tightly. "That was amazing! I'm so proud of you!"

I was awestruck still, glancing at the award again. "It was, wasn't it?"

She laughed as she waved her phone in the air. "I got the whole thing on video so you can show your family, too."

Swallowing hard, I finally looked up to meet her excited gaze. "Holy shit. I just got promoted."

The crinkles by her eyes deepened as her smile widened. "Yeah, you did."

A grin appeared on my own lips as reality settled in, and I couldn't help but hug her. She chuckled, returning the hug and giving me another squeeze.

"Thank you," I said once I pulled away, still in partial disbelief. "For coming tonight. This could've been very awkward otherwise."

She bit her lip to contain her smile. "Of course, Y/N. I'm thrilled to have been a part of it."

I pressed my lips together, seeing the genuineness in her expression as she maintained eye contact. Any words I had escaped my tongue, but thankfully, we were interrupted before I could appear a fool.

"Y/N, congratulations on the promotion!" one of my colleagues said, and that's how the never-ending congratulatory comments began for the rest of the evening.

By the time I'd spoken to pretty much everyone I worked with, I knew I was ready to pack it in and call it a night, and thankfully, Alycia seemed to get the hint as she left with me.

"I know you said you're tired," she said once we sat in the car, "but d'you wanna get ice cream as a treat for your award?"

I quirked a brow, giving her a sideways glance, wondering if I'd heard right. Judging from her sheepish smile, I had. "What are you – five?" Her smile only widened adorably, making me roll my eyes playfully as I continued, "Of course I want ice cream, Alycia."'

She laughed, already setting off, and I tried to hide the smile on my own lips as she knew me very well.

We went to some dessert shop not far from my place, eating ice cream which she happily treated me to as a congratulations on the award and promotion. It was a lovely sentiment and I was never one to turn down free ice cream. By the time we finished, I was practically falling asleep and she noticed, instantly wrapping up the evening to take me home.

"Wait," I said before we could get in the car. She looked at me from across the top of the car as I yawned before continuing, "Thank you for the ice cream. And the amazing evening in general... honestly, I'm half asleep right now, but I'm sure I'm gonna wake up happy."

She tilted her head slightly, kind eyes meeting mine. "I'm glad."

My tired self could have stared at her pretty smile and comforting eyes all night, but then she told me to get into the car before it got any later, and I was lucky she spoke to stop me from drooling.

Like the wonderful person she was, she took me home and walked me up to my flat door. If I wasn't exhausted, I would have invited her in, so instead, I settled for a final thank you.

"Tonight was really fun," I said to her with a tired smile. "Thanks again for coming."

She rolled her eyes playfully, before saying, "Anytime, love... I'm really proud of you, y'know."

Knowing it was the second time she'd said that to me tonight, I looked anywhere but at her, a little flustered at the attention. What do you even say to that?

"You don't need to say anything," she said, practically reading my mind, and when I looked to her, she was smiling at me adorably.

I returned her smile, much more grateful for the brunette than I'd ever been. She leaned forward to hug me and I relaxed into her hold for the moment, appreciating how good her hugs always were. Maybe it was because I was pretty tired, but I was finally admitting to myself how much I loved her hugs.

When we moved to pull away, I noticed she wouldn't let go, not completely. Her hands still rested on my waist as she stood too close for me to look anywhere but at her lips. I tried to convince myself to look away, but my half-asleep state was convincing me to stay in that position, holding her close and finally making a move.

But I didn't have to.

She leaned closer, pressing her lips to mine softly. I was too tired to acknowledge what was happening at first, then her body pressed to mine, and then my eyes closed, and then all I could seem to focus on was how sweet and slow and amazing her lips felt against mine.

After a moment, we both pulled apart reluctantly and when I opened my eyes, I saw she was already looking my way. Her eyes, half lidded and flickering between my lips and eyes, had my insides shivering all over, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss her again.

She seemed to think the same thing as she leaned forward again, though this time I met her halfway, raising my hand to caress her cheek and hold her closely. I guess I hadn't realised just how much I'd wanted to kiss her until we were standing here, making out in the hallway.

Before I could even think about the possible repercussions of our actions, my phone began to ring from my pocket, startling us both and making us pull away at the sound. This seemed to be the wake up call we needed as Alycia awkwardly stepped back, pressing her lips together. I swallowed hard and could barely think straight, not when my lips were still tingling from hers and her perfume was stuck in my nose.

Pulling out my still-ringing phone, I widened my eyes when I saw my sister's name enlarged on the screen. Talk about a coincidence.

I cleared my throat and answered the call, surprised I found my words. "Erm, hello?"

"Y/N!" Y/S/N exclaimed happily. "I hope I'm not interrupting your evening."

My eyes flickered to Alycia, who was playing with her bottom lip with her forefinger and thumb nervously, which certainly wasn't helping with my feelings for her right now.

"You didn't," I assured my sister, quickly looking to my shoes, and hoping she didn't suspect anything out of the ordinary.

"Good! Alycia sent over the video of you winning and getting promoted and I just wanted to congratulate you before the night was over," she said supportively. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it, but Angus and I are very proud of you!"

On cue, Angus shouted in the back of the call, "Congrats, Y/N!"

I felt warmer the longer this call went on. "Thanks, Y/S/N. And Angus. I appreciate it."

"So, what are you and Alycia doing now? Hopefully she made up for me missing it?"

If I was tired before, I definitely wasn't now.

"Oh, er, Alycia actually just dropped me off to my place now."

At the mention of her name, Alycia looked up at me with worried yet curious eyes.

"You didn't fight, right?" Y/S/N joked.

The thought of kissing Alycia moments ago flashed to mind and I could no longer hold the green-eyed girl's gaze for fear I would get even more flustered than I already was.

"No, we didn't fight," I mumbled awkwardly, wincing at the whole situation.

Y/S/N chuckled. "Right, well I'll leave you guys to it and we'll celebrate properly when I see you next. Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight," I said, clutching my phone as I tried to think about what would happen next.

After I hung up and put my phone away, a deafening silence filled the air and neither of us knew what to do or say next. I was certain we'd stand like that forever until she finally said something.

"I've wanted to kiss you for a long time now."

I raised my eyebrows with surprise, glancing up at her. She'd wanted to kiss me? I'd always thought she was way too good for me.

A nervous smile appeared on her lips as she joked, "Please say something, or I'm gonna feel really bad for what just happened."

I stepped forward slightly, shaking my head. "No, don't, I– I really wanted to, too. Kiss you, that is."

Her shoulders relaxed as she raised her brows, a slight smile on her lips. "Oh?"

Nodding, I anticipated her next words.

"Maybe this is something we should talk about then," she said slowly, her voice so quiet as if she was afraid she'd break the moment. "How about tomorrow? I have a meeting in the morning, but maybe after that? Around 10, we could grab a coffee?"

The thought of potentially discussing anything about Alycia and I made me smile with excitement, and I was beginning to get over my initial shock.

"What is this – a date?" I asked jokingly, and I was surprised when her green eyes pierced mine with confidence.

"If you want it to be."

Butterflies were swirling a storm in my stomach and I almost stopped breathing at the way she was staring at me. It was never a look I could imagine her giving me until now, and it was making me feel like a teenager all over again.

"I'd like that," I finally spoke, and her smile widened in response.

She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my cheek, making me insides turn to mush when she met my gaze once more.

"Goodnight, Y/N," she said quietly, lingering for a moment longer as she added, "And congratulations on the promotion once again."

I didn't trust myself to speak and say something not embarrassing, so all I did was nod and stare at her with a dumbstruck smile. She waved goodbye before leaving and only when I was certain she was gone did I jump up in the air with excitement, over the moon at the possibility that Alycia liked me in the way that I liked her.

It was hard to fall asleep that night, when all I could think about was her beautiful smile and pretty green eyes.

————

As agreed, I was sat in a coffee shop waiting for Alycia to arrive following her meeting. I'd like to say I was pretty confident with how things would go, but I'd definitely be lying. Alycia always made me nervous, but I was good at hiding it by teasing her. This was different... she had me in the palm of her hand, whether she knew it or not.

I wasn't kept waiting long when I saw her approaching my table soon enough, though holding a bouquet of flowers to my surprise.

"Hey," she said nervously, a beautiful smile tugging at her lips. She paused, glancing between me and the flowers, before holding them out. "These are for you."

I raised my brows, stunned but also feeling stupid because I didn't get her anything. Accepting the flowers, I looked down at them with fascination, admiring their bright colours.

"Thank you," I breathed out, before looking to her with a guilty smile. "I'm sorry, I should have brought you something. I didn't–"

"No, don't worry about it," she assured me with a chuckle, before her cheeks turned pink and she smiled down at her shoes. "I just wanted to do things the right way and, you know, not come at you all at once."

"I mean, I didn't mind it," I blurted out as a joke, making her laugh, but I turned to the side and widened my eyes at nothing. Why the hell couldn't I stay quiet in awkward situations? 

"I'm gonna get a coffee," she said, and I looked to her again, trying not to get caught up in how pretty she looked this morning, "do you want anything? My treat."

"Oh, no, you don't have to–"

"My treat," she repeated, giving me a playful eye roll. "Forget it. You get the same order every time. I'll be right back."

Leaving me no room to argue, she flashed me a smile before going to the till to order. I took a deep breath, trying not to overthink anything, and took a seat at the booth I was in, setting the flowers down on the tabletop. Not long later, Alycia returned with our drinks and sat opposite me, taking her jacket off.

"Thanks for the drink," I said to her, wrapping my fingers around the cup so I had something to do with my hands. She smiled in response, mirroring my action, and I swallowed hard before admitting, "I still can't believe last night happened."

"Me either," she agreed, before running a hand through her hair, "but I'm glad it did... if it wasn't obvious, I like you, Y/N."

Resorting to my usual defence mechanism when it came to situations, I joked, "Are you sure? You're at least a ten and I'm, at most, a seven."

She tilted her her head forward, narrowing her eyes judgementally. "Y/N."

"I mean, I'm not lying..."

"Y/N!"

"Okay, okay," I stopped, licking my lips before sitting up straight. "Look, I... I like you, too, Alycia. A lot. And I'm glad you made the first move because I don't think I ever would have."

Despite how annoying I was to her, she began to smile and I knew I hadn't messed up completely.

"I can see this going somewhere," she said gently, "and I'd like to give us a shot. If you want."

I bit my lip to contain my smile. "You're kidding, right? If I want? Of course I want. What kind of idiot would I be if I didn't?"

She rolled her eyes at my comment, but that familiar smile that adorned her lips whenever I spoke returned, making my insides go warm and fuzzy.

"We can start off slow," she said, meeting my gaze. "See what happens."

"No pressure," I agreed, smiling. "Doesn't have to be weird or anything."

"And we don't need to tell anyone unless we're comfortable," she added. "Sounds good to me."

"Oh, yeah, first thing I'm doing is calling Y/S/N to let her know I landed her husband's sister," I said sarcastically, making her stifle a laugh.

"I don't think she'd believe you anyway," she pointed out, before tilting her head to the side with amusement. "Do you?"

The thought of telling Y/S/N I was dating Alycia was hilarious to me, since everything was purely competition with us.

"Can you blame her?" I retorted knowingly.

Alycia laughed, the sound lighting up the whole shop in an instant. "Not at all."

God, I could have listened to her all day long.

————

It was safe to say that Alycia and I made it work following our revelations. We took it slow, like we agreed, and took our time with each other. It was amazing to be able to take her on dates and vice versa, and get comfortable ‘dating’ rather than being just friends, without the concern of everyone knowing.

We didn’t tell anyone anything, not until we were sure that this would actually go somewhere… and it did. We went on several dates together before officially naming each other ‘girlfriend’, and though it was a small difference, it meant the world to me. I could actually call her my girlfriend and it gave me butterflies every time.

Of course, with Alycia being famous, it meant that we had to be careful when out in public. If we were ever caught together, it was easy to say we were just sister-in-laws, and we knew that would be something to talk about soon, but we weren’t concerned about that just yet.

We joked, regularly, what it would be like when Y/S/N and Angus actually found out about us, since it would be very unexpected. It’s not that we didn’t want to share it with them, it was just about how we would do that.

I unintentionally made that a lot easier on us.

We were hanging out at Y/S/N and Angus’ place one afternoon when we were free and wanted to see the kids. I didn’t even realise what I’d done until it was too late. Alycia was planning to stay a little longer than I, so I got ready to leave and shouted a bye to my sister and Angus.

“Drive safe!” Angus called back from the kitchen, as Y/S/N hummed in agreement.

“Always do,” I returned with a smile before walking towards the hall, but not before passing Alycia on the couch.

She leaned her head backwards over the back of the couch, giving me an adorable grin, as she said, “See you later, Y/N.”

Subconsciously, I bent down and gave her a short but sweet goodbye kiss, like we always did whenever leaving one another. But I completely forgot that her brother and my sister were still watching us, and only when I heard Angus choke on his drink did I pull away with wide eyes. Alycia’s smile disappeared as she, too, looked up at me with wide eyes.

“Er… Y/N?” Y/S/N called with a questioning expression, searching for an answer to what just happened.

I straightened up, scratching the back of my head nervously as I felt everyone’s eyes on me. “I, er, do that all the time when I say goodbye,” I blurted awkwardly, before swallowing hard and looking to the kids. “See?”

To prove my point, I gave Harry and Cleo a quick kiss on the lips before saluting to the others and forcing a smile that wasn’t panicked. Alycia facepalmed at my stupidity and I tried to use confidence to my advantage, walking out the living-area and to the front door, leaving a stunned silence behind. But when I was actually about to leave, I sighed, deciding to head back inside.

“Okay, so I’m aware that that was very unbelievable,” I admitted, looking in Angus and Y/S/N’s direction but avoiding their eyes.

“God, you’re such an idiot…,” Alycia mumbled with disbelief, before setting Cleo down on the floor and standing up. “Okay, guys, so since Y/N here is an idiot–”

“Hurtful!”

“–we may as well come clean,” she finished, ignoring my frown and moving to stand beside me. Holding my hand, she tugged me forward and looked to Y/S/N and Angus. “We’re dating.”

Angus raised his brows with disbelief, looking between us, our joined hands and our faces as if trying to put it all together. Meanwhile, Y/S/N’s jaw dropped for so long that I was sure flies were making a home in there.

“It would really help if one of you said something,” I added with a nervous smile.

Y/S/N finally closed her mouth, resting a hand on Angus’ arm and exchanging glances with him, before she straightened up and looked between us both.

“Sorry, we’re just–” She swallowed awkwardly. “We’re surprised is all. I’m sure you can imagine our confusion.”

Alycia smiled nervously. “It’s fine, we get it. But at least it’s out there now.”

Angus squinted his eyes, still trying to believe us. “Wait, so how long have you been dating?”

“Erm, about three months,” I answered, feeling Alycia’s fingers playing with mine nervously. “We didn’t want to say anything until we were sure this was going somewhere. And then we just tried to find the best time to tell you.”

They nodded, still not sure what else to say. I glanced at Alycia, noticing her green eyes flickering between them before meeting mine, as if to say ‘what now?’ I shrugged, pulling a face, just as confused as her.

“Congrats, guys,” Y/S/N said, standing up and pulling a baffled Angus up with her. She smiled, a proper smile, though mild confusion was still present in her eyes. “Sorry we reacted like this. It’s not that we don’t agree, and obviously you don’t need our permission, but we’re just processing. But yes, congrats to you both for– for, erm–”

“…becoming girlfriends?” Angus added with the intention of making sense, but Y/S/N gave him a questioning glance.

I tried not to laugh as I answered, “We got it. Thanks, guys. It’s a relief that you finally know.”

They both sighed with relief, probably glad they hadn’t offended us, and we all looked to each other before hesitantly moving forward to hug. The awkwardness left as soon as we hugged one another, them looking genuinely happy for us as the truth settled.

“So, Alycia, huh?” Y/S/N muttered in my ear playfully when hugging me, before quirking an eyebrow when she pulled away.

I snickered. “Funny, right? She’s way out of my league.”

“Y/N, darling, please stop telling everyone that,” Alycia said over her brother’s shoulder as she hugged him, giving me an unimpressed look.

“Sorry,” I said with a sheepish smile before looking to my sister and whispering, “It’s true.”

Y/S/N laughed. “I’m happy for you. Both of you. I can kinda see it now. You two always had some sort of competition in the works. Maybe now you’ll finally work together for once.”

“Oh, no, don’t get it wrong,” I corrected her, shaking my head. “Alycia may be my girlfriend, but that changes nothing. I’m still the superior sister-in-law, auntie and now girlfriend. She knows her place.”

“Sorry, love, what was that?”

Alycia appeared by my side, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and looking to me with intense eyes and a raised eyebrow. I usually wouldn’t get shaken by her attempt at being intimidating, but I also knew that she would leave me touch-starved for days if I ever said anything she didn’t like. A very tough situation indeed.

“I don’t think you have the hold on her that you think you do, Leashy,” Angus said with amusement when I didn’t speak.

Alycia put her finger up at him, motioning for him to be quiet momentarily. She tilted her head, still daring me to disagree with her, and I was beginning to forget what English was as she held my gaze.

“Who’s the better sister-in-law, auntie and girlfriend, Y/N?” she asked, making me swallow hard.

My ancestors would be very disappointed in me right now, but I would have liked to see them defy a beautiful yet intimidating Australian with the power to make them suffer.

“You are,” I agreed reluctantly, making her smile appear.

“Holy shit,” Y/S/N said as Alycia scrunched her nose and kissed me on the cheek. “I think you finally tamed Y/N.”

I hung my head in shame as Alycia laughed alongside my sister and Angus.

“What was it she said moments ago?” Alycia said, pretending to think. “Oh, that’s it. She knows her place.”

Hoping to redeem myself somehow, I looked up, ready to retort that I was only agreeing with her to avoid a scene (which we all knew would be a lie), but as soon my eyes caught hers again, I knew I couldn’t say anything more.

She had a hold on me, whether I liked it or not. But her… she definitely liked it.

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Hi! Can I request Miro Heiskanen for prompt number five? Please 🥰

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Prompt-- 5. Running into each others arms after not seeing them for awhile (w Miro Heiskanen)

A/N: Here's another blurb from the 14 oddly romantic things blurb set. This is unedited I kinda rushed to post this so sorry for any grammatical mistakes.

Thanks for requesting this, hope you like it :)

Word Count: 988

Warning(s): a few curse words i think

[(google) translation-- rakkaani: my love// Minä rakastan sinua: I love you]

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can you call me now

I miss your voice

These have been the text messages I have been getting the past few months from my boyfriend Miro Heiskanen. He’s currently back in Finland for the offseason while I have been stuck in Dallas working.

I go to click on his contact and press the call button, only having to hear it ring once before I hear my boyfriend’s tired voice on the other line.

“Hi rakkaani.” His soft voice travels through my ears.

“Ten hours.” I can’t hold back the giant grin overtaking my face. “You couldn’t wait ten hours until you ‘heard my voice?’”

I hear him chuckle softly before he replies back, “We are waiting to board plane. Am too excited.”

My grin softens as I express back, “I’m excited too. I can’t wait to see you.”

“Been too long.” He mutters sadly. “How was work?”

I sigh frustratedly. “The same old shit. Just doing constant busy work and getting berated by my boss for the littlest of things. At least I only have a few more weeks left in my contract, and then I am out of there for good.”

I hear him mutter some things incoherently, hearing some words in English and some in Finnish. He tends to do that a lot when I am around-- since I don’t know much Finnish (he has been teaching me a bunch since we have been dating), he tries to remember to say most things in English, but sometimes he will just forget or doesn’t know the word and will resort back to his native language.

Most of what I can make out of his grumbling is “hate that place” “boss” “dick.”

“Babe. I can’t really understand your half English half Finnish mumbling, especially over the phone.” I cut him off. “It’s okay. All that matters is that we are going to be back in each other’s arms soon.”

He lets out a little sigh when we both hear the intercom in the airport make an announcement.

“Minä rakastan sinua”

“I love you too. Have a safe flight.”

“See you soon rakkaani.”

(...)

My alarm blares annoyingly loud and I almost let out a little grumble until I realize what that alarm means. It’s time for me to go to the airport and pick up my boyfriend who I have not seen in almost two months.

I jump out of bed and scramble to throw on an appropriate outfit other than my sleeping shorts and an oversized t-shirt. I put on a pair of leggings and one of Miro’s hoodies (which isn’t that much of a step up from my previous outfit) before I am out of the door in record time on my way to the airport.

‘just landed’ Is the text I receive as I am pulling into the airport parking lot. I smile to myself feeling giddy and nervous to see the love of my life after almost two months of being apart. I take a quick peek at the rearview mirror and fix any flyaways before making my way over to baggage claim.

Figuring I still have a few minutes until Miro makes his way over, I check over all my social media. I even replied back to one of Roope Hintz’s snapchats where he sent me a picture of him with the caption ‘take care of my boyfriend until I get there ;).’ I chuckle silently to myself while looking up and scanning the area.

I see a crowd making it’s way over to the baggage claim, so I crane my neck in search of Miro.

And just like that our eyes connect, immediately being drawn to each other through the crowd. I let out an excited squeal and start weaving my way through the throng of people.

When he sees me getting closer he drops his carry-on bags onto the ground before meeting me halfway. When we finally reach each other I straight away jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist while his arms go straight to the back of my thighs to support me. I feel him bury his face into my neck where he drops a few kisses here and there while we just hold each other, embracing the feeling of being in each other’s arms again.

I feel a few wet spots on my skin where Miro’s head is and find him crying a little bit. I run my fingers through his hair to soothe him as I feel him breath against my neck, “Never again.”

My legs untangle themselves from around him and find the ground again as we both pull away just for a second to then come back together once more into a kiss. His hands slipped down the smooth curve of my sides to rest on my hips as I rested one of my hands on the back of his neck and the other on his cheek drawing him impossibly closer. This kiss was one way different from any of the others we have shared, and it was definitely not appropriate for an airport. But neither of us seemed to care as we savored the feeling that has been missing for two months. I eventually pull apart our lips in need of some air and when a stand byer scoffs at our very public displays of affection.

Miro doesn’t seem to mind them any attention though as he follows through with a few more pecks before taking my hands and leading me to the baggage claim. We both grab all of his luggage, the smiles never once leaving either of our faces as we then make our way out of the airport.

Miro looks over at me as we are nearing the car and gives me one of the biggest and happiest grins I have ever seen on him. He gives my temple of soft kiss before whispering in my ear,

“Let’s go home rakkaani.”

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