#this has been sitting in my drafts since november

[mayonayys]

Taash: We need to be quiet. Rook: *immediately makes the most noise possible*

[wartornrequiem]

motionless in white appreciation post, pt. v ↳ most played live [x] feat. 2000s muchmusic countdown nostalgia

[chipthekeeper]

Godddddd but both of them are so affected by the losses on Aldhani that it almost pushes them apart for real

Vel is devastated, openly, about having lost all the guys because of some failure, because she thinks she screwed up and wasn’t good enough

Cinta sees it as further evidence that everyone she gets close to dies and therefore Vel will die next. She puts up her cold act so that vel will leave her and save herself

They had time to be sort of normal and relatively at peace as a big weird family on Aldhani but as soon as they leave camp it all changes. The trust is broken, the doubts creep in, and everything goes totally to shit

And vel and cinta survive and make it back to each other but everything is different now. The rose colored glasses are gone and they can only see what’s true: vel is in over her head and cinta is the only one that survives

Idk if this makes sense but it makes me crazy

[servegrilledcheese]

not so berry challenge 2: generation 4 (quartz)

luna araújo - cat lover, creative, bookworm

Your parent was a bit of a public figure, but you always shied away from the limelight. You like cats and romance novels, and all you really want to do is knit clothes for charity. You lead a book club and sometimes play the piano when the other book club members ask you to.

generation goals:

complete the lady of the knits aspiration and reach level 10 of the politician career in the charity organizer branch.

max the knitting, charisma, and piano skills.

adopt at least two cats from the shelter and one stray cat.

lead a book club.

have an on-again, off-again relationship with a book club member.

never marry.

[sometimes-rendog]

hi thank you for running this blog, your art and posts always bring a smile to my face :]

aughh, thank you anon 😭💙 i've been struggling a bit in running this blog recently, so i'm glad you're still enjoying it

[capitalisticveins]

Baby is such an enigma bc you can never rlly tell whether they fell for Ivan’s bullshit or not

The last audio he had was the Halloweek one, but smth no one considered is where it was on the timeline

In it, he starts muttering “The windows have bars” when looking for Baby, but the windows only have bars AFTER the audio where Ivan took Baby on a walk, and in that audio we learn Baby had been “well-behaved” and we can suspect they fell for stockholm syndrome or such

This means that it is possible that in their final appearance with Ivan in “The Cost”, Baby has not fallen for Ivan’s antics

But that’s never confirmed because Ivan states, again, that Baby had been “well-behaved”, which can easily be another ploy on Baby’s part to lower his guard, but we’ll never know

In the end, we DON’T know if Baby ever believed Ivan

[skitterhop]

[merrybandofmurderers]

another commission from @justangel-draws, featuring their oc, Sammael (on the ground), and mine, Yuo Lavellan (on the left) sparring and being horny about it :3c

[Yuo's pronouns are he/they, Sammael's pronouns are he/they/it]

the backstory of these two: Sammael is an assassin known as The Hound trained by the Chantry before he killed his handler and escaped. he continued to work as an assassin, and during the earliest days of the Inquisition, he was hired to kill Yuo. Yuo thwarted this attempt decisively and aroused Sammael's interest in doing so. Sammael then offered his blade to Yuo and also expressed interest in sleeping with him.

Yuo is skeptical at first, but at this point does not fully trust his advisors and so agrees to utilize Sammael's skills. without his advisors' knowledge, he charges Sammael with rooting out those in the Chantry and other positions of power who would strike at him. Sammael reports to Yuo through the Red Jennies, and Yuo will either have his enemies disposed of or turn their machinations against them.

eventually, Sammael gains Yuo's trust and reciprocated interest, and they enter into a casual sexual relationship up until Yuo recruits the mages and devotes himself more seriously to closing the Breach. Yuo's companions are aware of Sammael's presence and his relationship with Yuo, but only Sera knows the full extent of what Sammael does for him.

following Yuo's appointment as Inquisitor, there are several more assassination attempts, a couple of which succeed in getting close to him. Sammael is responsible for finding their employers and removing the threats. he later ends up working with Zevran Arainai, and an old acquaintance of Yuo's, who interferes with a Crow assassination attempt.

[nextplayerup]

what I assume about you based on your favorite ghost and pals song

happy days, appetite of a people pleaser, hyperdontia, or chattering (2019): you're in middle school

novocaine or the distortionist: you most likely call them hot and you scare me. probably also in middle school tbh

candle queen: you're not really a ghost fan you just know this one song

honey i'm home: you're either genuinely a fan of the lyrics and themes or you just like charon and/or charon x norman

reckless battery burns: good taste this song is very well produced and the pv is cool BUT. I know you care more about tamari

aura: you like women.

star of the show: you like women. and you're the "me and the bad bitch I pulled by being autistic" meme as a person

the things I deserve: you ALSO like women and you're either really going through it or this song got you through it

amygdala's rag doll: you either know it from the animation memes or you're overcome with a boiling hot rage every time someone calls it trypophobia

rotary dial: you probably relate to henry unfortunately

black & white: you have bad taste (it's okay, me too I love this one) but you're genuinely so sweet tbh

housewife radio: you're correct and probably sympathize with nancy. also more than likely you can or have done a full analysis of every little detail in this song

colorbars: you're into glitchy and digital aesthetics and you much prefer this design over his broadcast illusion one. if you're a. certain way. you might simplify him down to Gay but cmon people we are past that it is 2023

anything from nothing perfect that's NOT perfect nothing: you chose the "i'm not like other girls" option but that's okay because it's an under appreciated ep

perfect nothing: you think you chose the "i'm not like other girls" option. banger song though

those who carried on or two of a kind: I am in love with you. dystopian stuff is your vibe and you're really curious about the pv wip characters/wish it wasn't left unfinished

spider on the wall (2018)(my fav): you scare me. objectively bad taste (affectionate)

spider on the wall (2022): you scare me worse. objectively bad taste (DEROGATORY)

in iolite or chelovek: do you exist (HI I LOVE YOU) if you do you love it when ghost does stuff that's actually different and cool

uncanny, adapertio, or I had to die to survive: you'll cling onto any oc or relationship ghost drops and you probably had theories about uncanny and adapertio when you saw the similarities

culpability or pierre janet's criminal defense: you stuck around during the slow period/hiatus and I will, for some reason, assume you're an older fan

entomologists (2019): I don't think you exist either but I love you. a lot. really into the "bug" part of industrial catholic bugcore

scapeg♾️at: you relate HARD to this song. want to see your abusers in the GROUND. probably a real petty person but I admire that

deathbody: nobody seems to really like this one for some reason? but if you DO I assume you're an older fan who related to foolish and/or ttid in your youth

end world normopathy: be honest you're here for tamari

[biblicalhorror]

Having Trump as our president was like living in a house where an evil puppet possessed by a ghost made all the rules and sometimes the puppet would be like "I should make it so that you are all trapped inside this house with me forever and also i feel like i should probably send some nuclear rockets to conquer the world for me" so we all worked together to exorcise the house. And Biden as president is like the white dad in a horror movie that's like "now kids you remember what life with the puppet was like. You better behave or else I'll bring him back. Also we're going to move into this other haunted house that's killed the last three families that lived here. except they didn't have OUR can-do attitude! also im going to bomb the shit out of the houses a few blocks over because i HAVE to. but I'm really sad about it i promise. If you do anything to try and stop me youll get the puppet back"

[timeofjuly]

Feel like I should confess to you all that Quinn is named after one of my favourite fictional gay women, Quinn Fabray from Glee.

[chloenwckobiaarchive]

RAID CHLOE’S CLOSET (THE WARDROBE CHALLENGE)

Fashion has always been a huge part of Chloe’s identity. It has always been one of her favorite ways to express herself and she majored in it at Cornell before switching her mind when she learned about how the fashion industry is hurting the planet through fast fashion. Chloe’s style is very simple and she usually just sticks to one color palette when she dresses herself. She’s not too fussed if she wears something from a big brand, but she prefers to only buy second hand clothes. A lot of the time, she just makes whatever she wants to buy because she has the knowledge to do it. She thinks that in another life, she’s a fashion designer.

Listen, whenever I see these ladies on my Instagram feed I always immediately go, “Oh, Chloe would totally wear that!“ and so I decided to showcase the outfits that scream Chloe to me.

Whenever I come up with a character, the two major things that help me visualize them as a person (outside of their background and personality) are music and clothes. For Chloe’s style inspiration, I really think Tess Christine, Dacey Cash, and Ashley (bestdressed) really capture the aesthetic and style of how I picture Chloe dressing. Greta herself is also one of the biggest style inspirations when I think about what Chloe would wear.

I can’t even say that Chloe’s style is really one thing, it’s actually pretty much all over the place. Some days she’ll wear earth tone colors or all beige, or a mix of colors. It really just depends on how she feels during the day. Like, if she’s feeling really energetic, you’ll see her wearing skirts or shorts and short sleeves, where her body really shows. If she’s feeling really tired or lazy, you’ll see her with oversized sweaters. If she’s feeling relaxed, she’ll just go with a random graphic tee and some jeans. It really just depends. She also wears a lot of rings and necklaces, so there’s that too. She loves looking good, not for anyone but just for herself.

Usually when Chloe sleeps at night, she tends to wear thin clothing so she doesn’t get too hot. When she’s in her own space, a pair of underwear and a tee are perfectly fine for her. Even in the winter, she’ll still wear her cotton pajamas as she sleeps with layers and layers of blankets. And when she sleeps, she usually has a silk cap or silk pillow case to keep her hair healthy.

When it comes to more formal wear for her, she still keeps it simple. She really enjoys wearing a lot of accessories. Maybe a couple rings, a bracelet, and a necklace or two. Fashion is how she expresses herself so she likes to use that to her advantage.

When she goes to parties, she likes to keep it semi casual. She’ll wear some heels to keep the look elevated and she’ll usually have her hair up. She’ll wear something very loose and very flow-y. When she knows that she’s going to dance or move around a lot, she wears things that are shorter and show her legs more so that way she’s not confined to movement. And so she’s not going to tear clothes or anything like that.

When it comes to beachwear, she’s not too fussed as she likes to wear either a two piece or a one piece. A coverup, along with a beach bag and shoes round out her outfit. And you can never forget the sunscreen!

Whenever Chloe is working out, she loves to wear something that allows her to breathe and sweat, nothing too thick in material. She loves to wear a sports bra and some shorts, and she’ll always carry around a reusable water bottle.

On a warm, sunny day Chloe will most likely wear jean shorts with a cropped T-shirt or a tank top. She’ll reuse a lot of items to make a whole new look, and she loves to make different outfits with the same few pieces of clothing.

As someone who was used to the intense cold from living in New York City for so long, Chloe has definitely figured out how to dress for the winter months. She likes to make realistic and functional outfits for everyday wear. Layers are key when it comes to staying warm, so she’ll always start with a comfortable base layer of top and pants, adding on any jackets or coats to make it warmer.

Going from having to wear business casual for her work attire to being able to dress however she’d like (for the most part), Chloe has taken advantage of that. During her shifts, Chloe will wear a thrifted band T-shirt with some jeans. Other times, she’ll dress up a bit more depending on how she’s feeling. She’ll always try to wear sensible shoes since she’ll be on her feet for most of the day.

[criminalizegolf]

[madbiscuitlady]

Ed and Stede coming up with ideas for themed nights at the inn to keep things interesting and unique.

Murder Mystery Mondays

Basically dinner with a murder mystery to solve. To keep things fresh, they change roles and costumes so that it's a little different every week. (Basically they invent "Clue" but they're trying to play all the roles)

Taco Tuesdays

Which turns into a debate about whether or not tacos are considered a sandwich or a cannoli. They never decide because Ed's apparently never heard of cannoli and now Stede is hauling him to the market to rectify this, but no one has any, so they settle on some sweet bread and eat it on the way home.

Watercolor Wednesdays

Everyone gets to paint something on the beach and of course there is wine involved. In case of rain, a still life will be set up in the drawing room. While testdriving this, Ed accidentally invents Jackson Pollack style painting out of sheer frustration. Stede insists he likes it and it winds up hung above the fireplace in a gilded frame. If anyone makes an unsavory comment about it, they will answer to Stede.

Themed Thursdays

After unsuccessfully coming up with an appropriate alliteration for Thursdays, they decide to write a series of themes on scraps of paper and toss them into a bowl to be chosen at random.

Fire Fridays

Weather permitting, a bonfire on the beach with snacks that can be roasted on sticks, or sitting around the fireplace indoors with the adult beverage of your choosing. Ed attempts to make spicy foods, but quickly learns that Stede has sad white guy tastebuds, so he's just nursing some coconut milk while everyone else gets to enjoy.

Silly Saturdays

Lots of unfortunate comedy routines and general silliness. Mismatched clothes, funny hats, etc. Everyone's least favorite. The crew decide to show up as a troop of clowns. This is how everyone discovers that Stede is terrified of clowns and he spends the rest of the day locked in the bedroom.

Super Soft Sundays

Also known as Self-Care Sundays. Nice baths with your choice of scented oils and/or bubbles, a mud masque with freshly sliced cucumber for your eye lids, and Ed hosts group meditation for peak mindfulness (which is to say it's not relaxing at all because he keeps trying to make soothing ocean noises peppered with the random cries of a seagull).

[locowolf]

me trying to act normal when my mom knocks on my door 0.2 seconds after i violently came

[harryssyndrome]

Best Brother Ever | h.s

Pairing: Husband!Dad!Harry x Wife!Mom!Reader

summary: a sweet Sunday afternoon with the styles family and Alex being the best big brother.

Word count: 2.6k || MASTERLIST 𓇼🌊⋆🐚🫧

Posted On: November 7th, 2024

I got really inspired by a cute reel I saw on Facebook and since then this sweet fluff has been sitting in my drafts for months and I’m really happy with how it turned out! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do ♡ let me know your thoughts in comments! Like & reblog are truly appreciated 🥰 REQUEST ARE OPEN.

It was a peaceful Sunday morning in the Styles household, and the cozy, familiar sounds of home filled the air. In the kitchen, YN moved around with practiced ease, stirring a pot, chopping vegetables, and tasting spices with a focused concentration. She’d been at it for a while now, determined to make Harry’s mom, Anne, feel right at home with her favorite dish. In the background, 18 by One Direction played softly, and YN found herself humming along, her voice a gentle echo to the lyrics.

Though the band had gone on indefinite hiatus years ago, and each of the boys had branched off into their own solo careers, YN hadn’t stopped listening. She was a Directioner through and through, and she knew in her heart she’d never let go of those songs—they were part of her story, her history with Harry, and her dreams.

Meanwhile, in the living room, their six-year-old son, Alex, was lying on the mat with Berry, their playful family dog, gently scratching behind Berry’s ears. Berry’s tail thumped in delight, and Alex giggled as the dog rolled over, waiting for belly rubs. The two were inseparable, each one the other’s partner in mischief.

After a few minutes, Alex felt a tickle of thirst, and with his usual burst of energy, Alex stopped scratching and said, “Oh Berry didn’t you get tired of all the scratching? I know, I know you were enjoying it but it’s time for a break, I’m thirsty. You don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone! Granny likes it when you’re a good boy.” He then sprang up and ran to the kitchen, tiny footsteps echoing across the hardwood floor.

“Alex, no running in the kitchen, remember?” YN gently reminded him, glancing over her shoulder with a smile.

Alex skidded to a stop, giving her an innocent look. “Sorry, Mama.” He then carefully walked to the fridge, his small hand reaching for a water bottle. After unscrewing the cap and taking a long sip, he paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.

Looking up at his mom, he noticed how she’d been working by the stove for a while. The warmth from the flames made the kitchen a bit stuffy, and in that moment, his little mind put two and two together. Carefully holding out the bottle to her, he asked, “Mama, do you want some water too?”

YN paused, touched by the thoughtful gesture. The little boy was caring just like his father. Her heart swelled with pride and warmth at her son’s understanding, and she leaned down to pull his cheeks before pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Thank you, sweetheart. That’s very thoughtful of you.”

Alex beamed up at her, delighted by her kiss, and handed her the bottle with a shy smile. YN took a small sip, her heart feeling full in the best way possible. Moments like these, simple and unassuming, were what made her life feel so complete.

YN glanced around the kitchen, realizing she hadn’t seen Harry in a while. She turned to Alex, who was still grinning from her earlier kiss, and asked, “Where’s your daddy?”

Alex paused, looking thoughtful. “He’s giving Amelia a bath!” he replied brightly.

YN chuckled, wiping her hands on a towel. “Don’t you think he’s taking a little too long?”

Without another word, Alex took off down the hall, announcing over his shoulder, “I’m gonna check!”

YN shook her head, smiling to herself as she continued stirring the pot. But barely a minute later, she heard Alex’s laughter ring out, loud and delighted, carrying all the way back to the kitchen. Curious, she wiped her hands and followed the sound down the hallway, wondering what on earth could have him so amused.

When she reached the bathroom, she found Alex standing at the doorframe, giggling uncontrollably. YN peeked over his shoulder, and the sight before her was too good not to laugh herself.

Harry stood by the sink, almost drenched, his shirt soaked and clinging to him, while his hair, wet and messy, hung down in front of his eyes. Amelia, their 15-month-old daughter, squirmed in his arms, wrapped in a fluffy towel that he was struggling to keep around her tiny, wiggling frame. Amelia, completely entertained, let out a series of squeals and giggles, delighted by the whole chaotic scene.

Harry looked up, his eyes meeting YN’s as he tried—and failed—to blow a strand of wet hair out of his face. “She’s, uh… a slippery one,” he said with a helpless smile, shifting Amelia as she kicked her tiny feet, clearly thrilled by all the attention.

YN chuckled, stepping into the bathroom to take over. “I think you’ve gotten just as much of a bath as she has,” she teased, reaching for Amelia.

“Believe me, I know,” Harry replied, surrendering his squirming daughter into YN’s arms. As soon as she was safely in her mother’s embrace, Amelia nuzzled into YN, her little face lighting up with another round of happy giggles.

Alex, still laughing, tugged at Harry’s soaked shirt. “Daddy, you’re all wet!”

Harry ruffled Alex’s hair, a lopsided grin on his face. “Well, that’s what happens when you try to bathe a little mermaid,” he joked, winking at YN.

YN smiled, cradling Amelia close as the baby snuggled into her, finally calm. Glancing up at Harry, she added with a playful grin, “Maybe next time I’ll leave the bath duty to you again. You look like you’re having way too much fun.”

Harry raised his hands in surrender, laughing. “Only if I get a raincoat next time.”

With everyone still giggling, the air filled with warmth and laughter. For YN, it was yet another reminder of how these simple, unplanned moments held the truest joy.

After drying Amelia’s soft curls and dressing her in an adorable denim overall dress, YN gave her a little pat, sending her off with Alex, who eagerly took her tiny hand. “Come on, Amelia! Let’s play in the backyard!” he declared, guiding her to the door as she toddled along, wide-eyed and giggling.

Meanwhile, Harry changed out of his soaked clothes and slipped into a comfortable hoodie and shorts. Feeling refreshed, he wandered back to the kitchen to find YN putting the finishing touches on lunch. She was focused, stirring one last pot, her face glowing with that contented look he loved.

“Smells amazing,” he murmured, slipping his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. She relaxed into him, smiling as she gave the pot one final stir.

“Thank you,” she replied, turning her head slightly to meet his gaze. “I wanted everything to be perfect for your mom.”

Harry pressed a light kiss to her cheek. “It already is perfect. Besides, Mom’s really coming to see you and the kids. I’m just… here for decoration,” he joked, earning a laugh from YN.

She turned to face him, resting her hands on his chest. “Pretty good decoration, I’d say,” she teased back, her eyes sparkling. “Can’t say I mind having you around.”

He grinned, taking her hand in his. “And I can’t say I mind this whole thing… you, me, the kids, Sunday lunches. I think we’re doing alright, don’t you?”

YN’s smile softened, her heart warmed by his words. “I’d say we’re doing better than alright.”

When lunch was ready, they carried everything to the living room and settled comfortably on the sofa, filling their plates and savoring each other’s company in the cozy quiet. Berry, their loyal dog, lay stretched out on the floor nearby, watching them with sleepy eyes, as though content to be part of their little family moment. But the peace didn’t last long; as soon as Berry heard the sound of laughter from the backyard, he was on his feet and bounding toward the door, ready to join Alex and Amelia in whatever adventure they were up to.

Harry and YN shared a glance, amused, and Harry sighed with a laugh. “Should we go see what they’re getting into out there?”

YN nodded, grinning. “Definitely.”

Hand in hand, they headed toward the backyard porch deck, hearts full and laughter on their lips, ready to join in on the joy of the afternoon.

Harry and YN strolled out into the backyard, enjoying the sight of Alex and Berry playing an enthusiastic game of chase. Alex was giggling as he kicked the ball across the grass, Berry hot on his heels, barking and wagging his tail, clearly in his element.

But their attention quickly turned to little Amelia, who was standing by the swing set, her tiny fingers gripping the seat as she attempted to climb up. She’d tugged it down a few times, her determination evident in her scrunched-up face, but every time she tried to lift her legs, they just didn’t reach. She let out a tiny, frustrated squeal, her cheeks pink with effort.

Alex spotted her from across the yard and immediately abandoned his ball game, trotting over with Berry following close behind. “I’m coming, Amy! I’ll help you,” he declared, a serious expression crossing his little face. The way he spoke, it was as if he were preparing to climb a mountain, not help his baby sister onto a swing.

He placed a comforting hand on Amelia’s shoulder, patting her gently. “Don’t worry, Amy. I’ll get you up there,” he reassured her. Berry sat down nearby, tilting his head as if watching the scene unfold with keen interest.

Alex held the swing steady, lowering it slightly to make it easier for her to grab. Amelia gave it her best shot, tugging herself forward and then clinging to her brother’s back, her small legs kicking as she tried to hoist herself up. But she kept slipping back down with a tiny thud, her face scrunched in concentration.

Seeing her struggle, Alex crouched down thoughtfully, tapping his chin with one finger like he’d seen his dad do when he was deep in thought. “Okay, hm… maybe try to use my back like a lil’ stool?” he offered, glancing up at her with a hopeful smile. “I’ll be like a step!”

Amelia’s eyes lit up, and she gave him an excited nod, as if this was the most brilliant plan she’d ever heard. Alex crouched down in front of the swing, bracing himself. “Alright, Amy, climb on!” he called out, his voice full of determination.

With a delighted giggle, Amelia leaned onto her brother’s back and clutched his T-shirt with her chubby little hands. She climbed as best as she could, trying to pull herself up—but her grip on his shirt only tightened as she clambered, her arms slipping around his neck. Alex winced, his voice coming out in a slightly strained laugh. “Amy… you’re kinda… choking me,” he gasped, though he kept steady, determined to help her however he could.

Harry and YN watched from nearby, biting back their laughter as Alex tried to be the perfect big brother, his determination and care making them both melt a little inside. Berry, still sitting close by, tilted his head again, ears perked as he followed every bit of the action.

Eventually, Alex, catching his breath, stood up, looking down at his sister with a thoughtful frown. “Alright, Amy, let’s try it another way,” he said, more determined than ever to help her reach her goal.

He pointed at the swing seat with a very serious expression, bending down to her level. “Just try to sit on it. Right here,” he said, gesturing to the exact spot where she should aim. “Watch, I’ll show you.”

With exaggerated care, he climbed onto the swing himself, wiggling around on the seat to demonstrate how to sit properly. Then he hopped off and held the swing firmly in place again, giving her an encouraging nod. “Okay, now you try.”

Amelia looked at him, wide-eyed with admiration for her big brother, and then turned back to the swing. She grasped it carefully with both hands, her face full of concentration, and this time, after a few wobbly attempts, she managed to pull herself up, finally plopping down on the seat with a triumphant squeal.

Alex’s face broke into a huge grin. “You did it, Amy!” he cheered, clapping his hands. “You’re a big girl now!”

Amelia giggled, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and Alex gave the swing a gentle push, sending her gliding back and forth, her delighted squeals filling the backyard. Each time she swung forward, she let out a little giggle, her laughter filling the air.

Harry and YN stood side by side, their arms wrapped around each other as they watched Alex carefully push Amelia on the swing. Her joyful squeals mixed with the gentle creak of the swing, and Alex’s steady encouragement filled the air. Berry trotted nearby, tail wagging, occasionally glancing up as if to make sure everything was under control.

Harry tightened his arm around YN’s shoulders, pulling her close as he shook his head in admiration. “He’s… he’s really the best big brother, isn’t he?” he said, his voice soft with awe. “Look at him—so gentle with her, so patient. I can’t believe he’s only six.”

YN beamed, her eyes fixed on their son as she watched him push Amelia with such care, his face serious with concentration, as if he were on an important mission. “I know,” she replied, her voice warm with pride. “He’s amazing with her, isn’t he? Always looking out for her, always so sweet. I feel like we’re really… doing something right.”

Harry looked down at her, a playful glint in his eyes. “Well, I think you’re doing most of it right,” he teased, bumping her shoulder with his. “I’m just here to make sure they know how to make a mess and have fun.”

YN laughed, nudging him back. “Oh, please, Harry—you’re their hero. Every time you walk in, they light up. You’re like their personal superhero.”

Harry chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “I don’t know about ‘superhero,’ but… seeing them like this, watching them take care of each other? That’s everything.” He paused, his gaze softening as he looked back at Alex and Amelia. “They’re so lucky to have each other. And I think… we’re pretty lucky to have them, too.”

YN nodded, her heart swelling as she took in the scene—their two little ones, working together, supporting each other in their own innocent, unfiltered way. “It’s moments like these that make it all worth it, don’t they?” she murmured, leaning her head against his shoulder. “All the late nights, all the messy meals and chaotic mornings… all of it. Seeing them happy, and kind, and just… them.”

Harry gave her a soft smile, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “We’ve got a good thing going, don’t we?” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I couldn’t imagine a better team than this. You and me… and these two.” He gestured toward Alex and Amelia, his eyes crinkling with pride. “We’re doing something right, YNN. I know we are.”

Just then, Alex looked over his shoulder and spotted his parents watching. His face lit up with pride, and he called out, “Look, Mum! Dad! Amy’s swinging! I got her up here all by myself!”

YN and Harry exchanged a warm glance before waving back, beaming with pride. “You’re the best big brother, Alex!” YN called out, giving him a big thumbs-up. “Amy’s so lucky to have you.”

Alex’s cheeks flushed with pride, and he turned back to Amelia, giving her swing another gentle push. “Did you hear that, Amy? Mum and Dad said I’m the best big brother ever!” he whispered to her, smiling from ear to ear.

Watching him, Harry gave YN’s hand a gentle squeeze. “We’re raising some pretty great kids, aren’t we?” he murmured, his eyes sparkling with pride. “If nothing else, I’d say we’re getting that part just right.”

YN looked up at him, her eyes shining. “Couldn’t agree more.”