#using the fan to blow hearts everywhere

[bahrtofane]

husband Jude headcannons

jude just really really enjoys married life

Word count - 2.3K+

Watch it - i got carried away sorry guys, proposal lore?? insanely sappy, even by my standards

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He's not a fan of you being known as his, rather he's your husband. Always correcting people during interviews and giving you the spotlight. Even when you shy away, not knowing where to look or what to say. He's always there, a gentle hand on your knee rubbing circles as he nods for you to continue. 

Every red carpet he wants to match, doesn’t care how big or small the event is. Gotta be a way you two look look a pair 

His fav is when you wear exactly the same thing so there’s no way to confuse anything for what it really is hehe 

Bouncing around while you get ready together, helping you get your shoes on while he tries his best to stand still while you fix his tie 

“Look okay?” he asks, head tilted 

You rub his arm, “you look great.” 

And he smiles wide, giving you pecks all over while you giggle, trying to shoo him away from you and closer to the door. your ride is waiting, but he doesn’t care. pouting for just one more kiss. please ? 

All his socials turn into your personal fan page, a big fat married in every bio, ring and all 

He has more posts about you then his actual job 

His teammates poke fun at it, “when are you gonna post us huh?”

He just rolls his eyes,”when I marry you i’ll think about it”

And that’s that

You're the first he runs to post a match, greeting you with the silly hand shake you perfected years ago. You think you could do it in your sleep at this rate. You came up with it ages ago when you kissed him after practice, playing with his fingers till he came up with the idea, and you with the actual hand shake. 

You're his biggest supporter, and him likewise. In every and anything you do, give him pompoms and he'd be your personal cheerleader at this point.

He just likes to have you at games. Waving obnoxiously while you tell him to pose. And he does, every time, sending hearts your way. He dedicates his goals your way. The kisses he would send the crowd in his youth now only go your way where you catch them like a teenager.

You see complications of it everywhere, he thinks it's endearing. He makes you watch them together on the living room tv while you grimace

“My face looks so weird there, oh my god.”

He flicks your arm, “you look great shush. Ha that was during el clasico, ah good times.” 

You roll your eyes but snuggle up against him anyway.

One of your favorite past times btw, nothing he loves better than a lazy morning in with you in his arms while he hits snooze on every alarm.

He tries to cook, with his stupid kiss the chef apron he got just for you. but he will need help, which you gladly give. You end up eating on the couch, covered in pillows watching cheesy shows. You've watched keeping up with the kardashians too many times to count and he still laughs out loud every time.

Jude is soft and sweet when he's not forced into a picture perfect smile and self 24/7. He's a silly guy, always trying to make you laugh. Teasing is his love language by the way.

But he's still sweet, leaving notes around your house for you to find when he has to leave for away games. Hearts and smiley faces littering every inch of the paper. Some frowny faces when he knows he'll miss you extra. 

He likes bringing you to family events and bragging about how cool you are, but everyone already loves you as is, he just likes to brag. Look at how cool the love of my life is everyone, I am sooo lucky you guys look look. 

Jobe has rolled his eyes far too many times, but he's happy to see his brother so happy. Plus you guys threw a fantastic wedding. A win is a win.

When you can't be there he facetimes you every second he possibly can. Blowing kisses when he has to go. 

“Judes been complaining all day I hope you know,” Aurélien pops his head into the screen. 

You snort, “ hello to you too Aurélien.”

He gives you a wave before ruffling the top of Judes hair as he pouts, fixing it just how he likes again, “they just don't get it,” he sighs dramatically.

You laugh, “sure baby, sure.”

You make sure to keep up with the match the best you can, texting him live reactions, even if you know he won't see them till later. He likes them all the same.

Your name on his phone is a simple "mine" with a bunch of heart emojis, the contact pic is one of the two of you together on vacation, smiling with your faces squished together while laying in the sand

It makes him smile every time. he thinks you’re the cutest

He's a big fan of nicknames, weather its a version of your first name, or just a good ole fashion baby. He rarely uses your actual name. He called you something so insane like pooki bear in public once and you have yet to let him live it down.

"in a restaurant was crazy," you squint at him.

He only giggles, "but it was soo funny baby come on."

Speaking of restaurants, this guy loves a good date night 

Gigdy as he comes down the hall in his pjs, grinning while showing you the new reservations, it’s your fav place ! 

Every anniversary he somehow finds a way to outdo himself, don't ask, because in truth he doesn't even know how he pulls it off, but anything for you. Anything. 

Even if it means hunting down the stuffed animal you had as a kid and couldn't find after you lost it in your couch cushions. He finds it, after months and months of searching, making Jobe help him look, it comes in the mail and he has to get creative to get you out of the house and away from the mail the day it's supposed to come.

It gets neatly wrapped and placed on your shared bed the morning of, surrounded by a collection of other gifts, your favorite flowers, and a cheesy note that you always end up crying at. 

The look on your face makes it all worth it, when you tackle him in a bone crushing hug, tumbling into the covers in a tangle of legs while you laugh in between sniffles, he loves you. Oh how he loves you 

It's been a tradition to end the night with the very place he proposed, his home, now yours. 

He doesnt think he could forget it even if he tried. It was a whirlwind of a day. Picture this: 

He's lost all his black socks, his (and your) favorite body wash just spilled all over the shower, his hair looks awful ( he got a haircut that morning), his cologne isn't where he left it, and the private chef he hired isnt replying. All while you're not even awake yet. 

He calls his mom because what else are you supposed to do when you're set to propose and everything is going wrong. 

She only chuckles softly over the phone, “calm down jude, just breathe. You'll find your things, just take a breather and come back to things with a clear head okay?”

So he does. Sitting on his bed, towel still on, frowning. He chooses to instead pat himself dry, get dressed, and give himself a pep talk in the floor length mirror at the corner of his room. 

Turns out his mom was right, things fix themself for the most part, his socks are stuck at the bottom of the dryer, his hair isn't as bad as he thought, he finds a better cologne in his collection, and a perfect body cream. It's gonna be a good day. 

He finishes the last of the day of prep, getting fancy candles, a lighter, and greeting the decorator. Yes he hired a decorator. 

It's nothing over the top, just little changes to make his home look a little softer, changing out the curtains, placing lace table cloth with details in your favorite color. The main event is his second living room that gets covered in an arch of your favorite flowers, gentle curling to just kiss the top of the new antique chandelier that will be holding the fancy candles too. He hopes you like it. He really really hopes you like it.

He's had this planned for ages, since the moment he first met you he thinks. 

When you greet him with a silly good morning text he only grows oh so fond of you, excited to see you. He told you it was a fancy dinner at his place. A change of pace from the resurates. Both of you prefer a much more intimate night in then cameras shoved into your face while a hundred people all yell a hundred things while you're trying to chew your food. 

So you get ready, dress up and make it for dinner. When you see the familiar face of the chef, Karlos, you give him a wave and get seated. Noticing the new table cloth but you don't say anything. You don't want to be wrong so early into the night. 

Jude comes in, nervous as a school boy as he takes your hand for a quick peek, running around like a maniac back and forth. He looks nice, in a signature all black suit, and smelling amazing per usual. 

Dinner is amazing, full of your favorite courses and Jude is jittery in his seat. 

“You okay?”

He nods, a little too fast, “oh yeah. I am. Don't worry.”

You raise a brow but dont push, thanking Karlos for the amazing meal as he cleans up and heads out for the night. 

Jude gets up, telling you to stay put while he'll be righttt back. Don't worry, remember! 

He comes back, unable to meet your eyes while he gives you his hand. You take it, sliding out of your seat and following him down the hall. There's flower petals on the floor now, you look at him, but he looks anywhere but at you, chewing his cheek.

He leads you to the second living room, where the furniture has been cleared out. Replaced by a walkway of flowers and candles, leading up to where an arch of your favorite flowers hugs the curtain, new ones.

Gently pulled back to reveal the floor to ceiling windows that give way to his yard. And the most gorgeous sunset you have ever seen. A chandelier hangs above you, decorated with more flowers, and the most ornate candles and bulbs you have ever seen.

Your eyes begin to water before he even gets down on one knee, his lip wobbles, holding your hand the whole time as he confesses every little moment and reason for his love.

He loves you, he adores you. You're- youre everything. Truly and fully. You're the sunlight that kisses his skin, the stars he wishes to touch, to know, he yearns for you. Years to know you in your entirety, till he knows nothing else but you. For your name to only fully know his lips, for only he will fully know you. He sees no other, he knows no other. He wants- no needs, to give himself as he is. 

You see him, see him as more than just Jude Belingham. You see what others can not, will not. You see him, you know him. You know him better than he knows himself most days. You've seen all there is to see, all that makes him who he is. You know his stupid sandwich order at the place you hate but keep going to because you know how much he loves it.

You sit in freezing weather for the full game just to make sure you don't miss a second of him. The first to congratulate him, the first to mourn with him, the first to sooth his aches and pains. You're the face he looks for in a crowd, you're the first person he calls when anything happens. 

 And you love him with such ferocity it amazes him. 

You're full crying at this point, fat tears rolling down your cheeks till you can barely see him, and he finally gets down on one knee, fishing out a small velvet box from his inner pocket, opening it with shaky hands.

And he whispers, “will you marry me?”

You fall next to him, sobbing into his shoulder while you repeat yes over and over. He cries with you, till you're both laughing from pure joy. 

Who better to spend the rest of your life with then the man who loves you so?

Telling his family is the best part. You have them over for what was supposed to be a quick lunch, turned dinner, and you break the news at dessert, showing off your ring while they all gasp. 

They pile you into the biggest hug, smiles so wide they hurt and you laugh, you're going to get married! You think they just might be more excited than you are.

Wedding planning comes and goes both so fast and so slow. Youre so excited you can't wait, and yet every step of the way seems like it takes excruciatingly long.

Your wedding planner tries her best, bless her soul, but you want it to be completely and utterly perfect. Down to the types of chairs at the venue.

Jude lets you have your way for the most part, chiming in now and again, he trusts you fully. Knowing you're going to make it the best regardless. 

Leading up to the big day you think you just might pass out from stress and never be seen again, but the almost year of planning pays off, and you're married! 

The honeymoon is spent traveling all over while jude is wide-eyed, unable to believe he's married to you of all people. 

The press catches on soon after, even if your wedding was small and intimate. News comes out one way or another.

Jude only responds with a picture of you two slow dancing among your family and friends, captioned, “all you need to know.” and he pins it to every social media page. 

What a man huh?

[everythingne]

all american bitch -- ls2

After a successful concert in Miami, your twin sister is caught having a little moment with her boyfriend outside a club. Most people jump to conclusions, but you have a way to shut everyone up (and give half of the F1 community a heart attack in the process)

logan sargeant x singer!reader

warnings/notes: cheating allegations, cursing, so many sexual innuendos, sexual lyrics, terribly written lyrics should count as a warning... also I wrote this to celebrate logan 2024 <3

fc: gracie abrams

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extratv: While rumors are spiraling of potential cheating allegations against Y/n L/n, she was spotted with Taylor Swift at a local park in Miami after day two of her residency in the Kaseya Center. Has the checkered flag waved for the American 'It Couple' of F1?

user1: bro its so over for us.

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"Do you see this shit?" You turn to look at Logan behind you, who currently has his face smushed into what was previously your pillow as he attempts to recover sleep from his season of traveling just about everywhere. You would be in the same boat as him if you weren't being hounded over doing your skincare and such everyday for tour. Because of that hounding, you had to take off all the makeup you had put on for dinner as soon as you got home. The dinner was with all your family and friends to celebrate the end of a season and the end of the first leg of your tour.

"No?" Logan blinks open his eyes and you cross the room from your shared bathroom, he lifts the blanket so you can slide in next to him in the bed as the fleeting Florida sun nips warmth into your skin before his warmth envelops you in the comfortable blankets you have across the bed as the fan above rotates on high.

You flip your phone, showing him the pictures of your sister people were using to say you cheated on Logan.

"Oh be so serious." He groans into your side as he looks at the photos, arm draped lazily over you before he plucks the device out of your hands and drags you fully under the blankets with them.

"Don't worry," He murmurs, sleep in his voice, "It'll blow over if we just ignore it."

"Logan they're trying to cancel me on Twitter." You deadpan, rolling into his embrace and snuggling against him.

"Write a song about it like everyone thinks you're doing with Taylor, play it on tour or something.'' He mumbles into the skin of your neck before giving you a soft kiss.

You hate how enticing the idea is.

"You're gonna have to review the lyrics before I post it, because I might make it absolutely filthy." You warn and Logan's eyes widen as he perks up from where he's cuddled into your side.

"Oh please, please, do." His little shit eating grin makes you burst into laughter as you nod, pulling out your notebook from your bedside table and a pen as Logan adjusts so he can watch you scribble down ideas.

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[chrisevansonly]

Lando and poppy on stream plz

𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: lando wants to introduce his little flower to the world, what better way to do that then on stream..

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none, very fluffy cute dad!lando

𝐚/𝐧: i love these two so much😭😭

🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸🧸

Lando was giddy, like a kid in the candy store as he watched you carefully, leaning against the doorframe with 2 week old Poppy resting quietly in your arms. She was wearing the cutest little bear fuzzy onesie from Cisca, she looked so adorable.

“Alright chat, so today finally i’ve gotten permission from the missus to introduce you to little norris”

You could see the chat blowing up on his twitch, heart eyes and excitement filling his screen as he laughed

“Yeah yeah, you’re all lucky…first people to see my petal too”

“You should all be thanking me chat.” you spoke up coming closer to the double monitor set up

Smiling as you watched the chat fill with thank you’s and congratulations, Lando’s fans really were so sweet and you’d enjoyed keeping her a secret for the two weeks, enough to let Lando introduce his baby girl to the world.

“I’ll hand her over to her daddy and pull a chair up” you stated softly, placing Poppy into the waiting arms of her dad. Lando waiting for you to slide over in a second chair before smiling and letting the camera see a very curious Poppy

“Chat, this is Poppy Norris…Poppy this is chat”

Messages were pouring in from everyone on the stream:

user1: STOP IT SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE LANDO

user34: CONGRATS MAMA🩷

user8: the bear onesie!!!

user1677: I CANT BELIEVE LANDO IS A DAD😭

Messages pouring in from everywhere, a smile never leaving your face as you leaned over to press a kiss to Poppy’s head

“Thanks chat, she’s very special to us, we are so lucky”

Lando nodded, looking over at you, nothing but love and adoration in his eyes

“I’m definitely the luckiest man on the planet that’s for sure”

The two of you stayed talking on stream for a good forty minutes before Poppy’s face scrunched up and she let out a pitiful sounding whine, alerting Lando

“Oh okay…it’s okay my love..getting hungry?” he cooed softly, stroking her cheek, the stream going crazy at the soft moment between father and daughter

“Alright, i’ll take her to feed her, it is getting towards her lunch…but i’m sure you’ll all see Poppy and Lando more”

Lando nodded before holding her up for you to take, cries escaping her lips as soon as you walked out of the room, the sound of you shushing and humming still being picked up on the microphone.

“She’s my world..they both are…anyway chat, I’m going to head off and spend some more time with my girls…see you soon!”

He didn’t waste anytime logging off and making his way to find you, his heart happy after introducing his little flower to the world.

The flower he’d forever cherish and hold close for as long as he lived.

[koqabear]

Hiii congrats on 2k sol obsessed with everything you write!!!!💓 Could I request revisiting emo boy? Like what their relationship is like after and dates and how sex is like? Maybe beomgyu’s band really blows up and he’s quite busy, how does oc respond to this? And with smut? Tysm!!💝

playlist // beomgyu's encore outfit hehe // cont. of hey emo boy!

 “The day of your one-year anniversary with Beomgyu was expected to be spent away from each other— but not if either of you can help it, far too in love to let anything get in the way of you two.”

bassist!beomgyu x fem!reader // wc: 6.6K (everyone stfu rn) // genre: band au, opposites attract trope, established relationship, smut, tooth rotting fluff tbh, MDNI.

warnings: they are in love and it’s fucking GROSS!! barely edited, the two have hella piercings hehe (bg: snake bites, tongue, eyebrow // mc: smiley & nipple piercings) pet names (sweet thing, pretty, etc.) use of the L word bc they are literally obsessed w/ each other.

smut warnings: hard dom! gyu, sub!mc, needy sex sorry 😖, marking, manhandling, dry humping, biting, breast play, possessiveness, unprotected sex, bg picks the mc up, scratching, dacryphilia, dumbification, a lot of kissing lol, degrading, slight praise, fingering, creampie, cum eating…? lmk if i should add anything !

Notes: happy (late) birthday to the fic that’s probably my peak… this story single handedly changed the course of my blog me thinks. thank you to everyone who was just as affected by emo gyu as i was. 

Being in a committed relationship with Choi Beomgyu, bassist of Tomorrow x Together and an absolute unattainable heartthrob, was not very easy. 

It was at first; with their blossoming career, it was more about the music than their looks. Fans were loyal simply because they liked their sound, their message, the way their concerts were filled with such energy and passion it left their hearts beating with adrenaline after— but of course, it’s hard to not notice the absolute eye candy on stage; low-lidded gazes, dark stage lights that barely highlighted their stunning features, and clothing that was just as alluring and flattering as the rest of them; inevitably, their popularity sky-rocketed, for better and for worse. 

Beomgyu was left with more money than he knew what to do with. Most of the time, it was used to spoil you, his pretty girlfriend he brought with him everywhere because he was just too obsessed with you— it made his band members wonder if he simply had attachment issues by how much his world revolved around you. But no, you were just as bad as him; present during rehearsals, always in the studio to cheer them on or give them a second opinion on a new song; it wasn’t long before you ended up befriending the rest of them as well, a tight bond forming simply because of all the things you went through together. 

As unfortunate as it was, they weren’t the only ones forced to bear with negative and hateful encounters from the public; while they had their experiences of being mistreated early in their career, you had to deal with immature or creepy fans that had taken a liking to harass you— inboxes on all social media platforms flooded constantly, your number even leaked once as you were forced to buy a new phone all together from how badly you were being spammed— Beomgyu had been quick to lash out and tell them to leave you alone if they didn’t want a lawsuit on their hands. 

Overtime, they adjusted to their popularity. Schedules slowly became filled to the brim, their dream now a reality as they spent months on tour— and while you were more than happy and proud of them and their flourishing career, it’d be a lie to say it was all one happy and perfect life. 

You hadn’t seen Beomgyu in ages— decades, centuries, eons— in other words, two weeks. 

The band had more interviews and performances than you could keep up with; if they weren’t on some random talk show, they were at a photoshoot, getting interviewed for the next issue of a magazine you’d undoubtedly have on your coffee table the day it came out. Promotions, nights at the studio, it all added up— and before you knew it, your one year anniversary began to creep up, and all hopes to celebrate it properly dwindled down in your heart— but, having him here with you today was enough. 

You didn’t blame Beomgyu; you weren’t angry or upset, because it was simply something neither of you could control. And though it did suck knowing you wouldn’t be able to spend such a meaningful day together, it felt a little better to know that you weren’t the only one hung up on it. 

On the contrary— you think Beomgyu might be handling this worse than you. 

“Baby, baby please,” he cries, refusing to let go of you and cuddling closer to you instead, a mess of tangled limbs and blankets as he cups your face fondly, “pleaaase I know you said I shouldn’t feel bad but please come on tour with us this week, I think I’ll seriously die if you’re not here this time.”

“Gyu, baby, I really shouldn’t—” you say quietly, only to get cut off by his excessive whining and teary eyes. His bottom lip is jutted out in a ridiculous pout, squeezing your cheeks and holding back a smile at the way your lips puff out as a result; you attempt to push him off you, only for him to retaliate by rolling entirely on top of you, a loud squeal escaping you at the feeling of his weight pressing you into the mattress, his stupid face hovering over yours as he continues to plead you quietly. 

“Pleaaseee?” he whines, pressing his flat palms against your cheeks and getting your lips to puff out again; he ignores your half-hearted protests for him to get the fuck off, choosing to punctuate his every word with a kiss instead, his piercings a sharp contrast to his plump lips that crash against you with every word. 

“Please?” kiss. “Won’t you,” kiss. “come with us?” another kiss. 

“Please. Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease—” 

He’s practically suffocating you at this point, refusing to pull away and mumbling the words against your lips, laughs breaking between the two of you as you yell at him to get off, that you can barely breathe with him on top of you; you’re pushing at his shoulders weakly as he continues to tease you, your unabashed laugh contagious as he quickly finds himself smiling as well— he only pulls away once he hears you yell a loud fuck, okay! Hovering over you with bright eyes and a wide grin. 

His arms snake around your waist before he’s rolling over, successfully switching so that you’re the one on top of him— he ignores the loud and exaggerated sigh of relief you let out. 

“It won’t make much of a difference though,” you say quietly, hiding in the crook of his neck as you confess your doubts, “You’ll be too busy and exhausted the whole day, I really don’t want me to be added to your list of concerns.”

You went on tour with him, once— but you learned it was better off to not be anywhere backstage with him during those times, the boy too concerned and constantly doting on you to remain focused; any mistakes he made hitting much harder, a subconscious pressure to be perfect and give his all only trifolded by your presence.

“What? No,” he says immediately, sitting back on his elbows and causing you to look up at him in response; his brows are furrowed and he seems a bit baffled by your comment, shaking his head adamantly to emphasize his point, “I like having you there. I know you like being there, I want you there— I wouldn’t be asking you to come with me if I thought you were a burden.”

He managed to pull out the exact words you were trying to skirt around— your face heats up at his reassurance, much too intimidated by the intensity of his gaze as you bury your face into his chest instead; his chest bounces from the laugh he lets out, flopping onto his back once more and hugging you close, bodies pressed flush against each other and one of his legs thrown around your waist in a childish attempt to pull you even closer. 

“Plus, don’t you wanna visit Europe with me?” he asks, a teasing lilt to his voice as he feels you nod shyly; he knows just how much you enjoy the travel aspect to his career, constantly asking for pictures or to facetime while he’s gone, “I wanna show you all my favorite spots this time, and not through some glitchy facetime— I wanna spend time with you, sweet thing.”

“Ugh, shut up,” you groan, hitting his chest weakly as he simply laughs at you softly, “you’re so corny.”

“You love it,” he coos, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back, biting back a smile at the way he can feel your breath even out— you remain silent. Partly because you’re falling asleep from his touch, and partly because he’s right. 

⤬⤬⤬ 

Europe is breathtaking— you’ve never been so grateful for Beomgyu’s stubborn, persistent mind. 

The tour has gone as perfect as always, spending a few days at their shows before you simply resigned to stay at the hotel instead; after seeing that Beomgyu was so distracted trying to look for you during a show that he missed his cue (and played the notes wrong to another song) you found it better to wait for him and see him after instead— ready to help him wind down and relax after another energetic, adrenaline-inducing show. 

Most nights consisted of you practically carrying him to the bathtub; cooing soft reassurance as he whined about how tired and sore he felt, shampooing his hair, massaging his scalp and tense shoulders— most of the time, he’d fall asleep then and there, and it’d be another hassle to wake him up and get him out. You’d lure him out of the tub and wait for him to change into your matching pajamas— hello kitty ones, his idea, not yours—  and greet him in the bed with a warm embrace and lips that peppered kisses all over his face.

It was during these moments you found humor in the contrast of his stage persona to his true self; from his usual attire, chokers and ripped clothes, wardrobe consisting of black and multiple piercings that decorated his ears and face, your thumb brushing over his newest eyebrow piercing fondly— versus the man that slept soundly in your arms now, long hair tied back and cute pink barrettes clipping back his bangs, donned in hot pink fuzzy pajamas— and you’re sure that if his band members saw him like this, they’d never stop teasing him. 

You didn’t have to wait long to confirm that thought; Beomgyu didn’t bother changing as he met up with the others in Yeonjun’s room for breakfast the next morning, tugging you along and remaining unfazed at the way his band members burst out laughing the moment he entered the room— you felt a bit bad at the way you found yourself laughing as well, even more so because you’re the only reason he’s found himself dressed like this. (But again, he was the one who bought these clothes in the first place.)

“Happy anniversary, you two,” Yeonjun muses, smiling at the way you’re the only one who seems to process that, chirping out a cheery thank you! as you proceed to drag Beomgyu to the couch, “I feel bad that we have a concert today, ___. As vomit-inducing as it is seeing you two, you do deserve to spend the day together.”

“It’s okay,” you immediately say, brushing his teasing comment off and holding back a smile at the way Beomgyu is still struggling to gain consciousness, more tired than you thought as he simply stares at his waffles for a moment before finally digging in, “at least he’s spending the day doing something he loves.”

“Gross,” Hueningkai says, scrunching his nose playfully before laughing at the glare you send him, “you two are so mushy, it’s painful.”

The rest of the day leading up to the concert is spent peacefully; once Beomgyu has gained enough coherence to fight back against the member’s jabs, he’s pulling you away to show you new sights and stores he discovered from his previous visits, spoiling you beyond belief and buying anything you look at for a second too long; you end up with more bags than you know what to do with, and Beomgyu refuses to let you carry a single one as he proceeds to take you one of his go-to restaurants, as he told you; saying he’s been wanting to bring you here since the moment he found it, smiling brightly when he sees you enjoying the food as much as he did.

To say he’s reluctant to leave you to go to the concert venue is an understatement; you think he might start crying at any given moment as he stares at you with shining eyes, unable to let go of your hand as he stands by the door of the hotel room— not quite ready to leave yet, but knowing that he must eventually as he chooses to bring you in for another slow, loving kiss instead. 

“Are you sure you’re not coming tonight?” he asks you, trying to hide the sadness in his voice and failing miserably.

“And make you fuck up your setlist? I don’t think so,” you try to joke, only to panic slightly at the way his eyes gloss over; your hand immediately jumps up to cup his face, laughing softly at his expression as he simply pouts at you ridiculously. 

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” you grin, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before you lean over to his ear, voice dropping to nothing but a whisper as you let your lips brush against his ear, “I’ll have a nice surprise for you tonight, so you better give your best show out there, okay?”

The low lilt of your voice is enough to have him perking up immediately; mouth parted slightly as he stares at you, unsure of what else to do but nod pathetically, knowing he won’t be able to control himself if he thinks about what you might have in store for too long. 

With one last chaste kiss, he’s leaving— and only because Soobin was pounding at the door, telling him they’d be late if he didn’t go out this instant— you think he might start crying as he gives you one last pouty glance, waving to you sadly before he slips out the door. 

You’re left alone, the room suddenly much lonelier and quieter than it was a few seconds ago— and you laugh, checking the time and running to your suitcase to get your makeup and outfit for tonight. 

A revealing shirt, a mini-skirt that’s a bit alarmingly short— you’re pulling out a sparkling, pink outfit like it’s nothing, throwing it all on and doing your makeup as you check the time absentmindedly; your phone lights up while you’re in the middle of doing so, and a notification reads that the staff are waiting for you outside to take you to the venue once you’re ready. 

Beomgyu loves performing knowing you’re in the audience more than anything; it’s something he’s made blatant to you, knowing that despite his mistakes, despite his small distractions, his energy always goes out the roof the moment he spots you there. So you knew how distraught Beomgyu would be to hear that you’re not going to the show tonight despite being able to, but the thought of surprising him is much more enticing than you’d like to admit. 

With one last check of your appearance in the mirror, you grab a jacket before you go; Beomgyu’s favorite oversized zip-up, the clothing item a stark contrast to the rest of your feminine and bright attire— and you smile, adjusting the purse on your shoulder before you’re off to the hotel lobby, where the staff are waiting and ready to escort you safely. 

The venue is almost full by the time you get there; you’re escorted straight to your barricade seats front and center, smiling shyly and waving at fans that seem to recognize you; your face feels hot and you walk faster at the way they get excited at the sight of you, not used to the fame that comes with being Beomgyu’s girlfriend— hell, you really don’t know how Beomgyu does it. 

You’re more than relieved once the concert begins, any attention that still lingered on you immediately getting stolen by the boys that appeared on stage; you winced slightly at the loud screams all around you, unable to help the way you eventually joined in— morphing into another fan in the crowd, the venue much too dark for any of the boys to recognize you just yet. 

They looked stunning in their concert outfits; the professional, matching and dark outfits tailored perfectly to each member, intricate with chains and rosaries and pretty layers. Your eyes widen as you watch Beomgyu walk to his position, taking note of his hair that has now been dyed back to black— you hadn’t realized how long it’d gotten until now, the layers framing his face and falling into his eyes as he goes to push back his bangs with a delicate hand. 

There are no introductions tonight— the music begins immediately, loud and abrasive and making the crowd jump along excitedly, screaming the lyrics and reaching out to try and get one of the members to pay attention to them— on the contrary, you try to remain hidden, looking away and bowing your head every time Beomgyu’s gaze sweeps around your area. 

God, you wish Beomgyu didn’t turn into such a ditz whenever he spotted you in the audience— because then you’d be able to enjoy more of their concerts, addicted to the borderline euphoric feeling you get from attending them, only for it to be multiplied as your eyes catch onto your boyfriend performing, your heart pounding against your chest at the sound of his voice ringing out into the venue— a surge of pride and love fills you as a grin spreads on your face, and it isn’t until you notice a member walking around that you’re able to look away from him.

Looking up, you make eye contact with Hueningkai. 

His mischievous smile and raised brows are immediately returned with a violent shake of your head; telling him to not say anything to Beomgyu, rubbing your hands together pleadingly the moment he glances back at the said man— then he turns to you, sending you a playful wink before he’s off to another section, not without sending you one last teasing grin and a wave; you’re glancing at Beomgyu in a panic, unsure if he’s spotted you, only to be relieved at the sight of him too concentrated on playing to even look up at the crowd.

It isn’t until the encore that they’ve all begun to move around, (save for Taehyun and Soobin, bound to their instruments as they’re resigned to simply wave at the crowd when they can) changed into more comfortable outfits during a small intermission— Beomgyu is decked in baggy jeans and an equally baggy shirt, long hair messy and makeup smudged as he walks along the stage, smiling and waving at fans that reach out for him— he plays his bass so effortlessly as he does, truly mesmerizing as he stops a few times to interact with fans; the sight has your heart fluttering hopelessly. 

But the closer he gets, the more you’re buzzing with nervous energy. Gripping onto the barricade tightly, having stood up long ago with the rest of the fans that are eager to get their attention. Beomgyu’s eyes scan through the crowd thoroughly, smiling cutely and returning hearts until he spots you. 

He freezes entirely. 

He’s no longer playing bass— he’s just standing there, in complete shock as he stares at you. You can only muster to give him a sheepish wave, an uncontrollable grin on your face as you laugh at his dumbfounded expression, trying to yell at him to go back to playing. But he doesn’t, and you’re jumping slightly at the way he takes off his bass and jumps off the stage, security frantically following behind as he rushes over to you.

His hands are on your face and he’s pulling you in for a kiss quicker than you can process; you hear the screams of the crowd around you, but Beomgyu’s got you in his hold so tightly that you’re unable to pull away, left to give in and melt against him as he kisses you for a little longer. Your face feels as though it’s on fire by the time he’s pulled away, his own alight entirely with joy as he grins at you, your head still in his hands as he leans against the barricade excitedly— you think he might just jump over it any moment now.

“You’re here?” he says exasperatedly, eyes scanning you frantically as though he were imagining you, “why didn’t you tell me, you should’ve— I would’ve—”

“Beomgyu,” you cut him off, placing your hands over his and laughing at the way he can only stutter stupidly, brushing his hair behind his ear fondly— watching the way his eyes crinkle cutely as he smiles, your own sweeping over the array of piercings that decorate him, hello kitty earrings glinting under the light— and pry his hands off your face, ignoring the pout he sends you as you scold him instead. “Get back on stage!”

Your words seem to snap him out of his reverie; his head is whipping back to look at the stage, at the way his friends can only laugh at him teasingly and yell at him to get back here— the way Yeonjun yells directly into the mic is slightly embarrassing, shrinking at the way all eyes are on you as the man’s words ring out the venue— Beomgyu, get the fuck back here!

He’s only able to leave with one last chaste kiss— the crowd is screaming at the sight, and you’re resisting the urge to cover your face in weak hopes that it could take all this attention off you— but you’ll bear it, especially with the way Beomgyu mouths a cute I love you! before he’s jumping back on stage. 

The poor boy is unable to take his eyes off you for the rest of the night— but on the bright side, there are no missed cues or wrong notes played. He’s just entranced with you for the rest of the encore, his energy seemingly replenished with the way he jams out to the music; mouthing the lyrics even when it’s not his part, maintaining eye-contact with you during songs he knows you’re particularly fond of— and suddenly, the idea of spending his anniversary at a concert isn’t as depressing as it was earlier tonight— because now, he had you by his side. 

⤬⤬⤬

“Beomgyu— Beomgyu please, not here…” you whine, unable to do much but bite your lip and swallow back whines that threaten to escape you, left to Beomgyu’s mercy as he immediately led you to his dressing room after the show— the said man is much too focused on kissing and marking your neck to listen, soft hair brushing against your face as he pulls you flush against him; back pressed against the wall, arched prettily from the way his hands snake around your waist and press your lower half against his— you’re holding back a groan at the way he’s already hopelessly hard against you. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you’d be coming? Hmmm? Just wanted to be a tease? Was this your little surprise?” he asks, biting at your skin and huffing out a laugh at the whine that escapes you; your hands are gripping onto his shirt tightly, fisting it in your hands and wrinkling the material as he lets his teeth sink slightly near your collarbones, “god, you look so good tonight, you’d really expect me to be able to hold myself back?”

His hands are wandering down your waist; over the swell of your ass, fiddling with the hem of your mini-skirt before he’s venturing under it— feeling the way you shiver against him the moment his hands squeeze at the soft flesh, fingers decorated with rings cold against your skin as he comes back up to kiss you. It’s rough and desperate, lip rings scratching as he kisses you with such hunger it leaves you breathless; he grinds his cock desperately against you, eliciting a small gasp from you and allowing him to slip his tongue inside— the piercing that decorates it scrapes along your mouth, unable to help the way your knees weaken at the feeling of him— his touch is everywhere, leaving you dizzy and lightheaded as you can only melt against him, allowing him to press you flush against the wall with his own body; your miniskirt is riding up along your hips as he situates himself between your legs, panties already a mess as he begins to rut his cock into you. 

“Are you sure you want to wait now, pretty?” he asks, looking down at you with low-lidded and fucked out eyes— he punctuates his words with a particularly harsh thrust, laughing at the way you yelp and tighten your hold on him, “I could stop everything right now, send you back to the hotel like this and make you wait, just like you said— is that what you want?”

Oh, he’s cruel— even more so because you’re left shaking your head no deliriously, your mind fogged with such need that your eyes are glossing over at the very thought of not having Beomgyu inside you right now; your voice is pathetic as you plead Beomgyu to finish what he started, throwing a hand over his shoulder and entangling your fingers into his hair as you pull him back into you— he’s more than eager to return the kiss, tilting his head and pressing himself more against you as a hand reaches down to your thigh; grabbing the back of your knee, guiding you to hook it around his waist as he begins to rut into you mindlessly.

“So cute, my pretty girl,” he mumbles against your lips, eyes trailing down your low-cut top to spot his favorite zip-up, a smile tugging at his lips as he merely sends you a cute smile, “did you miss me that much? Already so needy from a little bit of kissing— god, I love you so much…”

You think he’s mostly talking to himself at this point— spewing nothing but filth as his hands shove your shirt over your chest, grinning as he remains impatient enough to not take off a single item of clothing, choosing to push tug your bra down harshly before he’s swooping down to mark your breasts with a cruel smile.

“Looked so fucking hot out there, just made me wanna take you backstage and fuck you there,” he confesses, listening to the choked whine you let out, his pierced tongue playing with your hardened nipples, leaving them swollen and sensitive. He’s looking up at you with doe eyes that contrast greatly with the way he sticks his tongue out for you, letting you watch the way he circles and toys with the cute jewelry he bought for you earlier today, pulling away with a coy smile and leaving them soaked with his spit— he blows softly on them, watching with tentative eyes as you keen at the feeling. 

“God, you know I’ve been wanting to do this every time I see you at one of our shows? To make sure that everyone that looks at you knows just who,” he rolls his hips into you, nice and slow and letting you feel the length of his cock press against you as you flutter your eyes shut from pleasure, “you’re here for?”

“Fuck, gyu,” you pant out, snaking your hands under his shirt and up his back, grabbing at his shoulders and pulling him into you— as if there’s still space between the two of you, as if you’d die if you weren’t touching him at all times, “‘m only yours, only want you…” 

He’s sneaking a hand down to move your panties to the side, the two of you much too desperate to shed off any layers— and as you listen to the clinking sounds of his belt, undoing his jeans and pulling out his hardened cock, you busy yourself by sucking and biting at his neck, listening to his stuttered breaths as you suck and tease at the joint of his neck, his most sensitive spot as you bite at it playfully— you’re only pulling away at the feeling of Beomgyu grabbing at you hair and tugging you away, letting out a baffled laugh at the satisfied look you give him in return. 

“Want everyone to know you’re mine,” you coo out softly, grinding your pussy slowly against Beomgyu’s tip that teases your entrance, your mouth falling open at the feeling of him mirroring the action, running along your folds and swiping at your clit, “all mine, my pretty boy…”

He laughs fondly against your lips at that— bringing you in for a slow kiss, feeling the way your mind goes blank the moment his tip slowing enters you; he’s swallowing a soft moan from you as he bottoms out slowly, keeping himself deep inside and grinding his hips slowly against yours— and he stays there, a tease like always as he watches your brows furrow and your lips pout, telling him softly to move, to do something.

“Mmmh, all yours,” he mumbles softly, pulling out slowly to let you feel the way every vein runs against your walls, clenching and fluttering against his length as he hisses at the feeling, “I’m yours, belong only to you, fuck…”

He’s not able to keep this agonizingly slow pace up for long— as much as he wants to tease you, to have you crying and pleading for him to fuck you stupid, he isn’t fairing that well himself— so it isn’t long before he’s beginning to snap his hips into you, cock curving and aiming for that spot that has your knees buckling, pretty nails digging into Beomgyu’s shoulders and biting at the skin in order to try to stabilize yourself.

“Such a perfect cunt— fuck, ah, just wanna fill you up, wanna see it dripping down those pretty thighs— stupid fucking skirt can’t hide anything, ugh—” his voice is deep and breathy as he continues to talk into your ear, his hands sliding down to the swell of your ass before he’s holding it there— lifting you up, forcing you to hook your legs around his waist as you’re left to his mercy; his chest is pressed flush against yours as he fucks you, and you can only bury your face into his neck to try and muffle your sounds, the rough way you bounce from his thrusts causing your nails to slip and scratch down his back— he hisses at the feeling, only to be spurred by the stinging sensation it leaves behind. 

“So loud, shit,” he laughs meanly, grinning at the way you only bury your face into him more to try and muffle your sounds, “want everyone to hear you? All the staff, the members— I’m sure they’d like to see what a pretty doll you are for me.”

You shake your head at that— but your body gives you away as your cunt clenches around him pathetically, the wet sounds of skin against skin filling the room and undoubtedly filtering outside— but you remain persistent to keep your moans to yourself, choking back on sounds of pleasure as Beomgyu only begins to fuck you rougher; your silence is a challenge, one he’ll gladly take as he begins to roll his hips into you just the way you like it. 

“Come on pretty, I wanna hear you,” he purrs into your ear, a hand snaking around to rub at your clit while the other remains firm on your ass, “don’t you feel good? I can make you feel even better— so, so so good, just let me hear your cute little sounds.”

You’re playing hard to get. And Beomgyu takes absolute pleasure in it, watching the way you shake and dig your nails into him helplessly, your body being wound up from how good he fucks you; your thighs are sticky and shining from your arousal, poorly concealed pleasure only fueling Beomgyu’s ego further as he reaches up to tug your head out from it’s hiding spot.

He thinks he might just cum on the spot; your makeup is ruined, tears of mascara running down your cheeks as you merely let out soft hiccups of moans, your lips parted and brain completely empty as you stare at him— he smiles at you in return, capturing your lips in another kiss as his hand begins to trail down; toying with your breasts, nimble fingers pinching and rolling your nipples as you jolt and whine into his mouth at the sensation. 

“Gyu— gonna— need to, ah…!” the choked whimpers you let out aren’t enough for Beomgyu, and he only slows down at your request; fresh tears stream down your cheeks as you plead softly, breathy voice barely above a whisper as you whine quietly to keep going, don’t stop, please gyu, pleeaaase…. 

“Hmm? What’s that? I can’t hear you, baby,” he murmurs softly against your lips, slowing to nothing but a grind as he presses himself against you— pelvis grinding against your clit, the feeling making you tremble as you dig your nails into his shoulders once more. “Come on sweet thing, tell me what you need.”

You’re telling him— begging, pleading, breathy whimpers and soft cries escaping you as you roll your hips into him, biting your lip and sighing exasperatedly at the way he simply watches you with dark eyes, slowing down until he’s simply bottomed out inside you. 

“What do you want?” he asks softly, breathy voice intertwined with a lilt so sweet you’d almost think he pities you— and by the way he’s looking at you, he just might, swollen lips caught between his teeth to try and suppress a smile. You’re still weak and quiet as you try to voice your wants, looking at him through wet lashes, a pout on your face as your hands run absentmindedly up and down his back.

“Wanna cum?” he coos, pretty hand reaching down to circle and pinch your clit teasingly, “Want me to fuck you? Fill you up? Hmmm?”

All you can do is nod along to his words stupidly— and obviously, it’s the very last thing your boyfriend wants, abandoning your clit and reaching up to grab your face roughly; fingers digging into your cheeks, forced to look at him as he merely glares at you and speaks through gritted teeth. 

“Tell me,” he says, voice sharp and dangerous as he narrows his eyes, “use your words— or, don’t tell me I’ve fucked you dumb already.”

He’s unhooking one of your legs from his waist at that; you’re stumbling slightly, leg too weak to let you stand as you merely cry at him to wait, bringing him closer to you in fear that he might pull out and leave you like this— his fingers still dig into your cheeks as you speak, drool building up at the corners of your pouty lips as you stutter out exactly what you want— what he wants to hear.

“Want you to fuck me, use me— wanna cum, please,” you cry out, eyes squeezing shut as he shakes your head teasingly, as though to say and what else? “Want you to cum inside, baby please, just wanna feel good—”

You’re rambling at this point. But Beomgyu enjoys it nonetheless, telling you to keep going as he begins to move again; slowly at first, allowing you to feel the drag of his thick cock against your walls as your words become stuttered through weak moans, the sight making your boyfriend laugh as he slowly begins to pick up his pace. 

“Like it when I fuck you like this, yeah?” you’re nodding in confirmation to his words; staring at him with pleading eyes, whimpering a soft harder, faster, that the man is immediately obliging as he coos at the way you yelp at the sensation. “Want it harder? Hmmm? Want me to fuck you ‘till you can’t even walk—? Have to carry you out of here, let everyone see the way your sweet cunt is filled up by me?”

All you can do is nod to his words at this point; whimpering a weak yes, yesyesyes, want you to fill me up, use me, more more please—

Everything crashes down on you unexpectedly; your eyes are shutting tight and you think you might just black out as your orgasm hit you suddenly, cunt squeezing and fluttering around Beomgyu’s cock as he groans at the sensation— he lets you ride it out, cooing soft praise into your ear before he’s pulling you in for another kiss; you’re barely able to kiss him back, moaning into his mouth and letting him do whatever he wants with you.

It isn’t long before he’s cumming inside you as well; you’re so tight he can barely move, your cute whimpers and warm cunt guiding him through it as he fucks into you slowly, making sure none of his release slips out as he continues to fuck you, even after he’s become horribly sensitive. Then he’s still, lips still on yours and arms wrapped tightly around you as though he’s afraid to let you go.

“You okay?” he asks quietly after a moment, still lingering close to you, taking in your appearance with tentative eyes. You nod softly, still attempting to catch your breath as you chest heaves against his; he huffs out a soft laugh, caressing your cheek fondly before he’s going to fix your clothes— your mini-skirt remains up on your hips, his cock still bottomed out inside you as he coos about how good you were for him, caressing any skin he can get his hands on (which is a lot, considering your wardrobe) with a smile.

“Pretty girl, so perfect,” he coos, finally pulling out and tucking himself in before he’s going to fix your clothing; not without slipping his fingers inside your cunt one last time, watching with hungry eyes as you curl into him and cry that you’re sensitive— he’s only satisfied after his cum is left snug in your pussy, smiling darkly at the way he brings his fingers up to your mouth for you to clean— you do it without any hesitation, and Beomgyu swears he might just be getting hard again. 

“Love you so much, thank you for coming to see me today,” he says instead, bringing you in for a warm hug and a loving kiss; you merely hum tiredly in response, hands slipping out from his shirt only to be thrown over his shoulders leisurely.

Your face feels hot the moment he’s trying to get the two of you to leave back for the hotel— because your legs are absolutely not cooperating with you. 

“Holy shit, I was joking about that whole fuck you till you can’t walk thing,” he laughs, only to get cut of by the way you hit him in response— he’s letting out an exaggerated whimper at that, rubbing his arm and telling you sorry, sorry baby, with a cute pout.

“Ugh, I don’t want anyone to see me like this, fuck,” you mourn, only for Beomgyu to pull you into his side firmly, sending you a smile that’s not as reassuring as you wish it was. 

“I’m sure no one will notice,” he says simply, swinging the door open and immediately being met with Soobin passing by. 

He slows down at the sight of you two, glancing at your appearances briefly before he keeps walking. 

“Try to keep it down next time please,” he yells out, turning the corner and disappearing from your sight before you can retaliate. You feel slightly mortified by his words, but Beomgyu isn’t affected in the slightest as he leans over to murmur softly into your ear.

“Should we continue this at the hotel, pretty?”

You don’t answer his question. But he already knows the answer, sending you a giddy smile and intertwining his fingers with yours as he leads you to where the staff car is waiting for you two— and you hold back a smile of your own as you trail (limp, kinda) behind him. It’ll be a long night, but you couldn’t ask for a better way to spend your anniversary, no matter how unconventional it is.

[inchidentally]

Lando's eyes always sparkle when he looks at Oscar and it captures my heart every time. You can see that Lando likes Oscar very much and his eyes don't even hide it. God, their relationship is so intimate that sometimes it's hard to watch without feeling like a third wheel. Oscar, I don't know how you did it, but as a Lando fan, I'm grateful that I get to see this version of Lando every time he's around you.

straight up anon, the shift in Lando when he got a teammate who exists on the same natural wavelength as him has been a thing to behold ??

like, Lando is someone who goes through life looking for romance and he so easily gets a crush on anyone who populates his world with something special or beautiful. that's what has made Oscar such a unique relationship for Lando because Oscar doesn't consider himself or his life at all in the world of romance or fantasy. he considers himself extremely practical, "low frequency" and enjoying the simple things in life. he's not at all a typical heroic figure like Carlos or a big camera-ready personality like Daniel. Lando's interest in Oscar has been a slow but steady curiosity that has grown even without Oscar initiating a joint hobby or going on outings together or playing up a bromance for fans. Lando was definitely a little unmoored by the lack of all of that for a while!

the only two aberrations in Oscar's calm and cool are his pursuit of F1 and his fascination with Lando, which we know to have been intertwined as early as him moving to the UK at 14. there is serious romance in the way they ended up as teammates and major drama of Oscar's determination to get that seat.

but! then there's Lando saying how he sees them as similar to each other back in July 2023! bc Lando had always used self-mockery to interrupt his moments of earnestness and in a lot of ways was always striving to be Just A Guy to fit in with the guys in his life. his creativity would pop out very occasionally but mostly he became known for being naturally funny and able to click with just about anyone by matching their energy and adapting to their humor. he even took great pride in The Lando Effect - which ironically was more about Lando changing to suit Carlos and Daniel, who he has almost separate versions of himself with. he was the baby brother as always, wanting to hang out with his older brothers and wanting to fit in.

and then he gets Oscar as a teammate who seems content to just stay back and watch Lando and observe Lando and learn everything about Lando he doesn't already know. who seems to have no limit when it comes to handling the full range of Lando's personality and never tells - or even jokes - that Lando should change a single thing, even when it directly impacts Oscar. Lando doesn't have to match Oscar's energy and it turns out! they both like it best when Lando doesn't try!

which is when we started seeing lando.jpg reemerge and 7 podiums and a new hunger for even more and higher expectations of himself and a calmer, more authentic - less cartoonish - Lando on camera in challenges and social media. he even said how Oscar taught him by example the importance of "keeping calm and being yourself". of course silly, fun Lando is still there! he's still little brother to Carlos and Daniel and George and Alex! but those are now some of the many facets we've gotten to see in the past 14 months!

the winter break was a revelation because Lando spoke to fans solely through his camera lens and the reflections of the beautiful world he saw as he traveled. no goofing, no pretense, no corporate. his chosen pose for all his photos was partly in fun, partly symbolic of his confidence that he didn't need to sell these photos as selfies for them to blow up all over social media.

and all the while Oscar was quietly on his own down time and training, liking Lando's posts and saying "you went everywhere!" and listening to Lando recount it all.

then Lando came back to work this year and everything about him wore a new sheen of beauty and romance to it, including him having grown more beautiful. he's used his beauty more consciously when modeling and even LN4 and Quadrant took on a more stylized look. his new McLaren contract announcement was an entire aesthetic complete with a short film.

like, obv this whole post is me going off on a whole stupid thing but just. Lando was always meant to live his life in a unique way and he was always meant to see things through romance and art and music. he wasn't supposed to apologize for enjoying racing as a means of attaining perfection one day. and there's Oscar who reflects back to Lando all the quirks and things that make Lando unique that he's memorized over the years, listening to Lando's music in place of the usual silence in his own driver's room, helping Lando navigate unknown food and new lengthy words and knowing when Lando is comfortable to take the lead in public speaking and when Lando needs Oscar to step in and handle it. pushing Lando all the time as a teammate and the whole friction creates the pearl analogy.

idk it's just not as huge a leap as I thought last year to say that Oscar's comfortable, placid life has long had a splash of color in it at last in some part because of Lando and that Lando has become the most authentic and brilliant version of himself at least in some part because Oscar is there to always appreciate it.

like this little moment of Lando giving Oscar a nickname and Oscar finding it the best thing he's ever heard and Lando's half-stunned and delighted smile at being able to do that to Oscar is just all of that distilled:

Oscar's confidence has returned and he's smoothing over the awkward PR duties while Lando is relaxed and confident and the little quips like this just come so naturally. (the way Lando actually wriggles in his chair with delight over Oscar's reaction !!) like, Lando doesn't have to try ! he doesn't have to try to be anyone but himself ! there's someone here at work with him all day and every day who is delighted by him no matter what !

and what's even better is apparently! now that they both understand and exist on that wavelength together, they've returned from winter break circling around each other and looking for each other more than they ever have <3

[pablitogavii]

Caught

Summary: Fans keep guessing weather you and Pablo are together, and after his winning game for Spain all rumors get answered.

Pairing: Pablo x You

Warnings: none :)

In the past five months, fans have been doing one hell of a job keeping tabs on everything you and Gavi did together. Something as simple at being seen at the same party became the most viral video on all platforms.

You both decided to keep your privacy away from social media at least until some time passes and your relationship becomes stronger. The last thing you needed is additional pressure to ruin things.

gavi.fanhouse: Guys, they are deifiantelly together!! She is wearing his jersey in her last story! Ameiii <33 Vamos España!

gaviragirl: nooo :((

pablo.gavi.fan: she is so gorgeous thoo <333

pablitoo: no wayyy!! what about princess of spain lmaoo???

gavi.fanhouse: everyone be respectful, it's their privacy. Thanks!

A picture of you in the infamous #9 Spanish jersey was plastered all over internet with thousands of people speculating yet again weather your are dating the famous footballer.

You and Gavi have successfully kept quiet for almost five months keeping your peace and enjoying your still young relationship.

When you decided to date him, you knew what a great pressure that will bring to your life, but your heart always told you he was the one for you.

"Apparently you're making the young princess of Spain cry right now" Gavi's sister and your close friend teased and you rolled your eyes not really finding it funny.

"Not funny! I told him that I shouldn't wear the jersey...my phone is blowing up!" you said turning off the ringer that became annoying really quickly.

"Hey, he clearly wants you to wear it..and trust me amiga, Pablo knows what he wants" his sister reassured you which was nice and you brought your attention back to the game.

When the game was over, with the amazing score if 3:0, you all went to meet with Gavi at the hall where paparazzi were swarming the place.

"Guess I will give him a hug later then.." you whispered more so to yourself but when you saw the familiar brown curls from a distance you felt your heart beat faster and your smile grow.

"Congratulations hermano!" his sister was the first to hug him before we all joined the two of them and his eyes immediately glued to my uncertain face as he reached his hand out for me to take.

I gave him a confused look but when I saw that reassuring smile on his lips, I relaxed and took his hand letting him pull me into a tight embrace.

"What are you doing Pablo?" you whispered while still hugging him feeling his figners trace shapes on your back.

"Getting us caught" he whispered back followed by a chuckle and you smiled blushing hard when all the flashes were suddenly on the two of you.

"You are crazy Gavira!" you said once you pulled away through one of the biggest smiles on your face.

"I'm crazy about you, mi amor. And I want everyone to know that!" he said kissing your lips suddenly and you melted into the kiss snaking your arms around his neck while your friends applauded proudly.

"I'm crazy about you, mi amor. And I want everyone to know that!" Gavi's voice kept repeating on the Instagram video the two of you watched that night that went absolutely viral everywhere.

gavirafansss: IT"S OFFICIAL!!! HE'S IN LOVE ! <333 Congrats!!

pablogavi: graciass <3

gavirafanss: omg!!! hi!! we love you!!

gavifanhouse: he responded! omg!! so happy for them <333

pablitoo: noooo! be with me instead!!!!!

gavirafansss: be respectful please :) liked by pablogavi

pablitoo: sorry :((

gavi.pabloo: crying...but happy for him <33

"How do you feel now as my official girlfriend?" he asked while running his figners through your hair as you cuddled in bed together after a long day.

"I feel like I need to shut off my phone for at least a year Gavira.." you chuckled and he smiled kissing your lips tenderly but when he pulled away you decided to answer him seriously.

"I'm really proud to be your girlfriend, Pablo. I love you, mi amor.." you said shyly and he smiled nodding his head and capturing your lips once more.

"I love you too bebe" he said into the kiss and you both smiled while continuing to kiss and cuddle each other <33

[billys-pretty-babe]

Club Heaven

Pairing : Entity!Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader, Angel!Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : It doesn’t get easier, it’s been a year since he passed and you see him everywhere, something is always reminding you of him but maybe, it's because he's always there.

Warnings : Swearing, one mention of suicidal ideation and wanting to commit suicide

Word count : 1,494

A/N : This was supposed to be posted Friday but I got too excited about it. I hope you all love it 💙 Based on this song

Before he passed, Billy would joke that he’d haunt if and when he did die. He always told you he’d flick your lights on and off for the hell of it. He kept his promise, each night at eight, the lights would turn on and off, three times, the same way Billy would squeeze your hand three times to silently tell you that he loved you. He’d move behind your curtains, making them flow with him and you’d watch. He’d turn your fan blades at random times to spook you, which made him laugh when he’d see your reaction. 

At night, when you slept, he'd crouch beside your bed, making sure not to touch you with his hands before he'd lay a kiss on your hair. He’d leave the crouch, sitting beside you on the floor, his wings softly fluttering out behind him. The first few months, he would knock stuff over on your bedside table but now, he can do it quietly. Sometimes, he gets risky and lays his head beside your hand, wanting so badly to hold your hand. He knew there’d be no repercussions if he did so, so he didn’t know what was holding him back. 

Billy was always with you, following you everywhere you went. One day, you tripped on something on the sidewalk, nearly falling into the road and he grabbed the back of your jeans, pulling you back to cushion your fall on the sidewalk. You got up and suited yourself off as cars sped by. At one point, you swore you were going crazy. You always heard his laugh, smelt his cologne and at one point, you could have sworn you saw him in your mirror but that wasn’t possible, he was dead, buried in the Hawkins Cemetery. 

The closer it got to his death anniversary, the harder it got for you to do anything besides cry and reminisce. You didn’t take the time to properly grieve him, having to move on with your life. You were angry, angry that he was taken away from you, angry that he never got to experience a good life but that was a positive, hopefully wherever he was, he was happy and in no pain, he didn’t have to be scared. 

Billy knew he could reveal himself, he did it to Max one night, on a hard night for her. She promised to keep it a secret if he kept seeing her, he always went and saw her before it was time for her to go to bed. He’d sit there and listen to her talk about her day as she looked at him with teary eyes and each night ended the same with them, her apologizing even though she had no reason to apologize. 

Billy’s death anniversary came and he sat in a tree, perched against the trunk as he watched you talk to his grave and cried. You held the headstone, rubbing the top just like you'd rub over his eyebrow after you'd kiss his forehead.

"I don't know if you can hear, I'm pretty sure you can, but I just need a sign." And with that, he grabbed one of the leaves, making sure it was strong enough as he tore it into pieces until he had a jagged heart in his hand, holding it before blowing over to you. It landed in your lap and you smiled as you held it, looking up at the tree. 

The leaves jostled, the branch leaning down like there was weight on them. The night was harder as you looked at his side of your bed, his jean jacket hanging over your desk chair and another one of his shirts on the pillow that he liked to use. You held it tightly, his cologne faint on it, bringing tears to your eyes. You felt like you were losing him in every way you could, he wasn’t with you anymore physically, he wasn’t in your dreams anymore, you had trouble remembering his voice and laugh, everything felt like it was falling apart. 

You were sorry, for not being wherever he was with him so he wasn’t alone but you knew he’d want you to live life to the fullest, live for him instead of joining him. There were nights where you contemplated it, just taking a handful of whatever pills you could find and wait, but you always stopped when you got your hand on the cap, like something was holding you back from doing it. 

Billy raised hell everywhere he was when he was with you so you knew wherever he was, he was doing the exact same thing, causing a ruckus, giving everyone trouble. He was definitely a partier wherever he was, he was probably keg king as well. Club Heaven is what you called it in your journal, writing letters to Billy, wishing him the best, asking for guidance. 

Billy, 

I hope everything is better for you. I hope you’re not in any pain. I hope you’re not scared. I hope you’re happy. I’m so sorry for not being able to be with you, I’ve tried so fucking hard to be there but I can’t, I don’t know why. I decided to call it Club Heaven because you’re a partier, there’s no way you’re not partying right now and causing hell for everyone. I hope you’re smoking Blue Dream or whatever other fucking strains you loved. I miss you, I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this without you, everyday is Hell. My personal angel left, I’ve been looking for your halo because it’s not any fun without you here but I can’t find it. I wish you could guide me to you. I hope you’re having fun in Club Heaven, I’ll be there as soon as I can. 

Love, Your Babe

That night, he was there in your dream, big beautiful white wings on his back, his hair pulled into a half up half down ponytail, his smile bright as he held you in his arms. Billy watched you dream as he gently laid in your bed, watching your eyes flicker behind your eyelids. He could’ve stopped himself, he should’ve stopped himself, but he didn’t. He circled his arms around you, his wings fluttering out. He knew he fucked up when you woke up, startled. You tried to move but something was anchoring you down. Tears made their way to your eyes, nostrils flaring as your stomach heaved as you tried not to sob, his cologne much more prominent. 

Something brushed your stomach and you looked down, expecting to see your puppy, only having had him since Billy’s birthday, needing something to help you cope. Except, it wasn’t your puppy, it was a tanned hand with a silver ring on the middle finger. You recognized the ring and shut your eyes, thinking you were still dreaming. An airy laugh filled your ears and your eyes snapped open as you looked beside you, Billy beside you, no blood on his face, two big beautiful white wings on him, his hair the same way it was in your dream. 

“You did that, didn't you,” you asked, referring to your dream. He nodded, squeezing your hip. “I needed you to know I was still here.” You nodded, handing reaching out to him, his body colder than it was when he was alive but it was still a comfortable temperature. “Club Heaven is a pretty cool name.” You raised a brow and he pointed to your battered journal, “I read that when I get bored.” You hummed, “You’re always here?” He nodded. “And you’ll always be here?” He nodded again, “Always.” You nodded, a single tear falling from your eye as you looked at him. 

“Don’t cry. I’m okay, better than okay actually, shit’s kinda cool too. I told you I’d haunt you.” You laughed and wiped your face. You removed your hand from his chest, placing it on the hand that held you. “Can you stay the night?” He softly chuckled, “Always do.” You shook your head, “Right there, please.” He nodded, “I’m not gonna leave, I promise.” You nodded, squeezing his hand. “I love you,” he murmured and the dam broke, you broke down and he held the back of your head, softly shushing you. 

“Don’t cry, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” He softly talked to you, calming you down and wiping your tears with the back of his hand. “I love you too.” He smiled, “I know.” You laughed and laid back down on your own pillow, still holding his hand. He talked to you about the afterlife until you fell asleep and he watched you, your hand still holding his tightly. His hand disappeared from yours as he still laid down beside you, he just wasn’t visible but at least he had given you closure, you knew he was okay.

One day, you’d join him in Club Heaven and the two of you would be inseparable, just like the two of you were when he was still alive. 

[ofmermaidstories]

soulmate AU but it’s a world where platonic—and no less intense—soulmate bonds are just as common as romantic ones. like it’s not uncommon to come across siblings who are soulmates, or friends, etc etc. and like, obviously the romantic ones are romanticised—they’re popular in dramas and idols/singers will play up the mystery of their soul-bonding if it’s with another bandmate, because, you know, stans—but love is everywhere in this world, it’s a fact of life, inescapable.

and then there’s you. you’re quirkless; it’s fairly rare, these days. around you everyone is getting super-powered, and super-bonded but you’ve always just been—you, singular. you, quirkless. there’s studies, of course, that suggest quirks and the soul-bonding thing comes from the same source, has something to do with the human heart but you’re not a scientist and you’re not a quirk theorist so—eh, it doesn’t matter, you just live your life.

the most infamous soul-bonded pair in Japan would have to be Pro Heroes Deku and Great Explosion Murder Dummy Dynamight. they’ve been studied, poked at, prodded—their bond isn’t romantic in nature but they’ve torn battlefields and cities apart to get to each other, both in their anger at each other and their fear for one another’s safety. their former classmates are all tightly bonded—with marks of their own—and both Pros have been linked to other people romantically. Pro Hero Deku’s just celebrated his marriage to Japan’s sweetheart, Uravity, the pair just as close as any soul-bonded couple. And there were rumours—hope, maybe, for the perfect ribbon-tied ending to their story that it’d imply—that Dynamight was dating Red Riot, who’s affable and strong and is golden foil against the smoulder of Dynamight’s glares. but he’s not; Red Riot bonds with someone else. It doesn’t effect their relationship in the slightest but the media—and the hero fans—are disappointed for them both.

the soul-mate mark isn’t an actual, visible mark; it’s a shift in someone. falling in love at first sight is an old adage that doesn’t adequately express what happens. People describe it like knowing; just seeing someone’s face for the first time and thinking, yeah. That’s them. soul-mates who find each other early in life—like siblings, like friends, like Dynamight and Deku—describe it as it’s own presence. A tether, for good or bad, that keeps them together. There are stories of people not realising they’re soul-mates, because they’ve known each other all their lives—not realising until it was too late, until they were separated by choice or circumstance or death. sometimes you wonder if that’s what happened to you—if you met your soul-mate when you were young, too young, and just never knew.

“Don’t be silly,” your mother says in that mean, too sharp way that suggests at the heart of it, she’s worried. Her soul-mate was your father; classic and perfect and very much what you weren’t living. “Everyone around us at the time found their bonds. Don’t you remember?”

She’s talking about the time you came home from grade school, seven years old and crying, because your best friend—the only other kid in your neighbourhood who hadn’t found their bond—bonded to the new girl. She’s talking about the time you came home and slammed your bedroom door shut, fourteen years old and in tears, because your other best friend bonded with a boy he met at a sports competition. They hated each other and still hated each other to this day, fierce rivals that played against one another—

And still it was just you. You, singular. You, walking along a windy pathway, trying to shove the new book you’ve just bought into the gape of your handbag—the ribbons of your best friend’s birthday present trailing along your arm like creeper vines. A gust blows through the street and you squint as the ribbons you’ve overzealously used dance; bringing you to a halt in the middle of the path as you try to fight three things at once.

“Watch it,” a voice behind you growls, rough and annoyed. You half-turn, similarly irritated—and stop, something within you shifting.

He’s bracketing you; sour courtesy, an arm up and giving you space, making others move around him, around you.

He’s not in costume. You stare at his arm in it’s dark jacket, and then follow the line of it to his shoulder, his face; a face that might’ve been lovingly carved, once, out of marble, smoothed over with an artist’s hand and given the deep-set eyes, the wide mouth pulling into a frown.

“Eh?” He asks, when you don’t say anything. His face—classical and beautiful—pinches. “Oi, y’good?”

Oh, you think. Oh no.

Dynamight raises a fine blond eyebrow and you try to swallow the laugh at this cosmic joke back.

[googlekromer]

Till's poem today inspired me to write this, this isn't to try and take away from his piece, this is to process my own feelings about it. No beta, I apologise for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy.

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The 50ft creature stood their ground, gazing down at the small man below them. The man, equally as awestruck, couldn't help but keep his eyes affixed to the figure's obscured face. He could've sworn he saw more than two piercing blue eyes staring back at him. But the creature didn't seem aggressive. In fact, it was almost as if they expected the man to cross their path.

Gulping slightly, the man spoke. "Um, hallo?" he greeted uncertainly, the creature probably didn't mind his East Berlin accent which prickled his soft baritone voice as he spoke lowly, or the nervousness in his voice. It's not every day you meet a Lovecraftian entity.

The creature's silken garments swayed gently. "Till..." they replied. Till could've sworn their voice was as airy and cool as the wind that allowed the garments to blow graciously. And they knew his name.

"Who are you?" he asked.

The Eldrich creature took a deep breath. "We are the Geist. The amalgamation of all of your fans, in one vessel. We do not have a set name, nor a set nationality. We are Rammstein, yet we are not. We are our own people, but one in the same. We exist here and on a different plane, everywhere yet nowhere."

Ah, a hive mind, thought Till.

The Geist took a look around their surroundings. The forest that should be engulfing them both, instead engulfed in flames. Burnt to a crisp. Till lay amongst the debris, covered in ash.

"Stand up," ordered the Geist. Till obliged, gently pulling himself to his feet. He maintained eye contact with the Geist, once he found his balance.

"It's a tragedy," said the Geist, tutting slightly. "All of this beautiful forest, destroyed. It feels horrible, doesn't it Tillchen?"

Till's eyes widened at the nickname the Geist gave him, but didn't answer the question. In the distance the Geist spotted 5 lone flowers that sprouted from the ash. They knelt down on one knee, causing a small thud, and caressed each flower, admiring their pretty colours and resilience despite the environment they lived in. Gold and grey and red and black and white, with different patterns, like thin gold petals sprouting from the main petals, or a red X crossing through the bud.

Under their enormous hat, with lanterns dangling from the brim, the Geist smiled. "What pretty flowers. It's amazing that they can sprout so boldly amongst the burnt wood and grass."

"They shouldn't be here," said Till, looking away, tears prickling his eyes. "This is my mess to clean. This is my forest that burned."

The Geist cocked their head. "Oh? Wouldn't having these flowers make the process lighter?"

Till squeezed his eyes shut. "They would, but it's not fair. Why should these pretty flowers suffer how I have? I dragged them into this forest, and now it's burned to the ground. They would've been caught in the flames. They have been caught in the flames. If things were different, I would've destroyed them. They don't deserve that. They never deserve it!"

He made eye contact again, this time tears filling his eyes as he glared at the Geist. They put their hand on Till's head. Within seconds Till could hear all that had been said about him by the entities the Geist possessed in their body. Creeping him out at first, he soon sank into the calmness of their touch, and listened to what the voices told him. They were praising him, telling him how much they loved him, hoping that he'd be ok. Their whispers soothed the storm in his heart.

"Is all this true?" Till asked, his eyes wide, like a child being told a huge secret.

The Geist nodded. "Yes. We never speak lies. We love you, and always will. No matter how long it takes for your forest to be replanted, we will always be here with you. You invited us into your heart, and there we shall sit, for years and years to come."

Till's lip quivered a little. He wasn't expecting anything the Geist said to be said today, but nevertheless he appreciated it immensely.

"And there's more. Lean your head over to the flowers. They have something to say to you."

Till did so, and pressed his ear to each flower. The voices were scrambled and jumbled, vaguely familiar, yet Till could not make out their owners. But he did hear one message very clearly.

"We love you. We love you. We love you."

Each flower repeated this infinitely, sending Till to his breaking point. He sobbed, lifted his head from the flowers, walked over and dropped to his knees in front of the Geist. He bowed deeply in eternal gratitude, his sobs muffled by his face being close to the ground. The Geist knelt down once again, and picked Till up into their arms, cradling him like a baby. A soothing rocking motion soon followed. Till soon felt at peace within the Geist's presence, closing his eyes to soak in every last piece of serenity that trickled within his heart. This feeling might not last, but it was here now. That's all that mattered.

Once Till had calmed down, the Geist put him down on the ground.

"Would you like to get a start on rebuilding your forest?" they asked.

Till thought for a second. "I'm sorry, but I think I need some rest. It's been a very turbulent time for me. I need to pause and just... exist. For a while."

The Geist nodded. "That's ok. You can allow yourself to recenter. Take all the time you need."

"But, what about you? Or well, you all?" asked Till.

"We'll be fine. We have our ways of entertaining ourselves," the Geist chuckled, prompting Till to chuckle too.

Till glanced over at the flowers. "I think... they should come with me."

He plucked each flower and bundled them together. "They are very special to me."

"We know. They are very special to us too."

Till turned to the exit of the forest, where his seaside village home lay.

"Come, we will walk you," said the Geist, gesturing their hand towards the village.

Till held onto a piece of fabric on the Geist's garments. They smiled down at him, and they walked together, out of the forest, and to the village. The forest lay burnt behind them, but not for long. Till would return to it when he was ready.

He was glad the Geist understood.

[letters-to-rosie]

Minutes to Midnight is seriously and envy-inducingly good! But I just want to say that, when you said "one shot of all time", my mind immediately went to you've got your demons, and darling, they all look like me. And then I got reminded of why it's my personal favorite (other than it being plain good, ofc): the summary. A well-written fic is a well-written fic, obviously, but the perfect summary really adds to the experience. Like how it catches your eye and makes your heart race because you know that an author who can write such a summary... well. They also can and probably did write a fic that blows your clothes off and turns them inside out before sending them to the hamper. It's about the anticipation.

Ahem, so anyway. I started thinking about how few words one needs to evoke an emotional response, and I wanted to share my excitement about that.

ahhhh thanks for the recommendation!!

I'mma use this as a little bit more time to gush over Minutes to Midnight just because, and then gush over you've got your demons as well because oh man. thank you for sending it my way!!

Ekko is my favorite character, but I am also a big fan of making him Worse, and I love how Minutes to Midnight does it in a way that feels so authentic. like I can extrapolate him right away from what we see in the show. and this is the only fic I can think of that really takes it to such an extreme, but again it's done so compellingly that it really feels like a Jinx version of Ekko, even if Jinx remains similarly filled with rage. there are just so many lines I love and I could list them all day but when it culminates at the end, tying together the time themes and the regret and the betrayal it's just... I love it so much

one line for fun: She’s bleeding, choking, underneath him, and he hits her, and hits her, don’t you get it, I could have done this anytime I wanted but I didn’t, I didn’t, I gave you my life and you threw it back in my face, even as she claws at him alley-cat-desperate.

every time I read it, I'm just in my room, actually screaming lol

and now for you've got your demons!!!!

there were also a ton of lines I could have pulled out but then we'd be here all day but

Dark against light - though the light has always been Ekko. i cry She chose him long before he chose her. i cry endlessly Powder never asks Vi her favorite color, because she doesn’t know what she’d do if she didn’t say the same thing Ekko did. a never-ending stream

but man it's just so stunning. like you said, I love how few words it uses to get its story across. getting to read prose that packs that sort of punch is always so special. Powder/Jinx is just so relatable and you really feel her struggles come through. her tangle of confusion and not getting things like marriage really resonated with my ace self (and I always enjoy an ace-spec Jinx). but her crush was so precious I just wanted to hug her and let her be happy with Ekko and maybe my delusional ass can imagine that they are someday in that fic universe lol

and the way the summary gets entirely recontextualized at the end????? INCREDIBLE truly a one-shot of all time. we have to make it an indefinite article now lmao

I got super lucky because the author of "you've got your demons" wrote my gift for the secret santa we just had!! that fic is called Moonlight Refuge and let me tell you if it didn't convey every emotion I wanted, which is the "I should want nothing to do with you but I can't help myself" part of timebomb, and in this one it's mutual and just fantastic. I spent like half my comment writing AHHH because the emotions were just everywhere it was a good time

also hi @cranechel we're in the corner gushing over your fic... I will leave a comment soon but wanted to answer this lol

[stacywaters]

Purple Ink (RM)

[Words in bold are in Korean]

I begin another doodle on my arm. It's nearly filled now with sketches from my ballpoint pen.

"Seriously, I can't believe your soulmate's never asked you to stop. Your drawings are everywhere at this point" my friend Stacy laughs.

I finish up the rose I'm drawing, "I'm sure they love my drawings. They've told me themself."

Stacy sighs, "I wish my soulmate talked to me more.. do you think I'll ever find them?"

"Easy. Just write your name really big on your forehead, they won't miss you."

"That is FAR from a solution, Y/N."

I laugh and look back down at my arm. A small heart appears next to the flower.

----

A Weverse notification interrupts my thoughts as I walk through the door. "RM started a Live" I open the live.

Namjoon and Hoseok are painting. I giggle as Namjoon spills some ink on his arm. Shutting my phone off, I go to take care of the pile of dishes in the sink.

As I pull my sleeves up, I notice a splatter over my wrist.

"What the.."

I run over and grab my phone. Pulling up the app again, I stiffen at the sight.

Namjoon's purple ink stain covers his wrist, a few splatters on his palm. Exactly like mine.

"No way... it can't be" I mumble.

Slowly, I grab a pen and write a small note on my arm by the splatter. Like clockwork, it shows up on his arm: "Namjoon?"

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The next few days, twitter had been blowing up about us.

"Namjoon's soulmate is an ARMY?"

"Guys! She knows! She found him!"

"Aww, that's sweet. Let's be happy for them."

"Wait, you mean they haven't met yet?"

I sigh, bringing my head to my hands.

"What do you want to do about it?" Stacy asks.

"I don't know.. I'm happy but I'm sad and I just don't know what to do. I'm surprised that he's someone I've admired for so long, but I feel dumb for not ever noticing. And I never imagined meeting my soulmate would be like... this. What if ARMY hates me? I don't want to cause him trouble. What if-"

"Relax, girl. I've only seen supportive comments so far. Everyone knows that you can't control soulmates, I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Yeah, I just, i dunno." I slump down in my chair, "it's not like I'll ever get to meet him anyways. It's a lost cause."

"Hey! Chill out. What you need to do is give him a way to find you."

"Such as?" I grumble.

"Such as posting your art online. I've been telling you forever, your creations are too good to keep to yourself! And if you post them, soon enough either he'll find you or ARMY will"

"That's... that's not a bad idea."

And that's how you got here. You'd been posting for two weeks now, but only had about 12 followers.

"Trust the process! He'll find you. It takes time to build an account." Stacy assured you.

"I just feel like the art should be for me, not a faceless algorithm."

"I'm sure he'll find you. He sees your art every day."

"I hope so" I mutter.

-----

I scrolled on my phone half-awake. I couldn't fall asleep, so I decided to explore my feed on instagram. Suddenly, I received a like. And another like. And a follow. And soon enough, a message.

"Who..." I mumbled.

My eyes widened as I see the message they sent me. (Messages by them are in THIS COLOR, messages by you are in THIS COLOR :))

"I'd recognize your art anywhere"

I shiver at their words. Looking at their account, it doesn't help in figuring out who this is. A part of me carries a small hope. It must be Namjoon! He must have found me! But I don't want to get hurt.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Namjoon :) You draw on my arm all the time.."

No... no way. It can't be. What am I supposed to say to my soulmate? What if it's just Stacy pulling some sick prank on me?

"Hmm, prove it then."

Suddenly I feel a tingling sensation on my wrist as words begin to appear.  'Hello artist'. I quickly scratch out a message in our chat room.

"Oh my god, it's really you! I never thought I'd find you.."

"Well you did :) I love your drawings by the way. I'm a big fan."

"No, that's what I'M supposed to be saying. You're music is seriously amazing. I can't believe I get to be your soulmate.."

"You're so cute"

I blush. Not sure what to say, I wait for him to speak again.

"How long have you known?"

"That I'm your soulmate haha"

"Oh, uh, I was watching your live with j-hope"

"Ah, so when I spilled the paint on myself? That isn't very romantic..."

"Well, I'm glad you did regardless."

A question sits at the back of my throat. Suddenly my fingers begin to type it.

"How did you find me?"

He begins to type.

"It's actually kind of similar. I've been following you for a while now. I found your page maybe, two weeks ago? You didn't have too many posts up at the time but as you started posting more, I guess I just kinda realized one day. Like your drawings felt like home to me. And one day I was looking at your art on my Lock Screen, and then down at my arm, and it just hit me. So I decided to message you haha"

"Dfbivaldhflvahf ok wait you made my art your Lock Screen?"

"Shoot. Shouldn't have sent that part"

I giggle.

"Um, I guess where do you live?"

"No no not like that-"

"I feel like I'm messing this whole soulmates thing up already??"

"Like do you also live in Korea or..?"

"Ah, no.. sorry. I live in (INSERT COUNTRY NAME)"

"Don't be sorry! Y'know.. we're actually going to be doing a comeback soon with a tour :D"

"I'll talk and see if we can go there!"

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I shiver in the cold hallway. He told me to meet him here, is he still coming? Maybe I should leave.. NO! That's silly. He's coming, Y/N. Just be patient.

Suddenly I hear sneakers squeak against the tile. Turning to my left, I notice him. Him. The boy I've been messaging for 7 months now. The one I've been waiting to meet. The one I love.

His dark hair bounces as he runs, star-like shimmers glimmering in his eyes. He slides in front of me, skidding a bit on the slick floor.

"It's you, you're here, I" He pants.

"Hi Namjoon" I smile.

Suddenly my head goes blank. All those months of texting, and I have nothing to say.

"Erm, good luck with the concert."

He checks his watch, "Oh, right, haha. I was so excited to meet you that I forgot about the concert."

"Hey! ARMYs paid good money to be here tonight. Don't forget about them because of me"

He smiles and pulls me into a hug. We swing from left to right as we talk. After around 15 minutes, a staff member informs us that we have to go for him to perform.

Once he leaves I sink down to the floor, clutching my phone to me. I daydream about reality, the moments only seconds ago that somehow already feel so distant. Wonder when I'll see him again. Wonder if it'll be soon.

"I can't believe she's his soulmate"

"I know, right? I mean, is the universe sure that they're destined?"

Laughter from the two staff members pulls me out of my lovely daze. Why are they so rude? What did I do? Do they assume I don't know Korean just because we spoke in English?

A third girl working there spoke up, "C'mon guys, let's not be so mean. We don't even know her yet!"

"Yeah, but like, have you seen her?" The previous staff questions.

"Yeah, what about her?"

"She's just... not what I thought she'd look like."

"She could be listening now," the third girl said, "I think she seems perfectly nice. You should give her a chance."

Without another word she walks out of the room and into the hallway, where I was listening. I look up to her from the floor, my eyes glistening with tears.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! You must have heard them. They're like that to everyone, don't worry."

I nod and turn away, "Yeah no, it's just... old insecurities coming back"

"Well don't let them," she smiles, "I, along with I'm sure Namjoon, think you're gorgeous."

I laugh, "Thank you. You are too"

"I have to be! It's hard keeping up with my worldwide handsome boyfriend" She jokes.

"Wait, are you?"

"Minji, Kim Seokjin's soulmate" She grins.

We talk together while we watch the concert from the waiting room. Apparently she's been with the boys for 2 years, which is a little intimidating. Am I going to have to meet them later? What if-

"Everything alright?" Minji asks.

"y-yeah!" I nod.

"Don't worry, you'll be okay"

I turn to her. Did she know? Suddenly, Namjoon and the rest of the members pour into the room.

He pulls me into a hug, "How did we do, baby?"

I blush at the nickname, mumbling, "You guys were amazing"

"Were you nice to Y/N?" Seokjin asks Minji.

She sighs, "yes, but Ari and Chaeyeong said stuff about her"

"What did they say?" Namjoon yells.

"They were just being rude. Talking about what she looks like and if she's good enough for you, and...y'know"

Unknowingly, I had begun to tug harder at Namjoon's shirt while tears threatened to form. He pulls his arms tighter around me, "Hey, hey, it's okay. You're perfect. Don't listen to them, Minji's right. They're always like this. We are all here for you, we love you. None of the things you're insecure about mean anything to me. To me, you are perfect."

"I-I.." He pulls away to look at my face.

"You're crying but you're smiling.. I don't understand"

"They're happy tears" I grinned, "Because, I can't believe the universe thought to give me the luck that is you."

[eemapso]

I have a Legend of Zelda Fan AU/story!

I made it back in middle school and so now i just sorta pick it up whenever i have the free time to do so lol But here’s some characters from it!

Cheyn:

The daughter of Queen Zelda! She sets out on a journey to find the missing hero!

Eron:

Cheyn’s attendant and tutor. He can be rather strict, but he means well and only wants what’s best for Cheyn.

Queen Zelda:

The queen of Hyrule, a level headed, kind ruler and a  noble woman. The king of Hyrule is missing. She wants what’s best for her people and her daughter.

False Heroes:

There has been talk that the hero has been spotted around the land! But is this really the case?

Hero of the Mist (Hero of Façade)

Rumor has it there is a a phantom that stalks about the outskirts of the Korok Forrest. They bear a striking resemblance to the missing hero. Could it be? Perhaps the hero is haunted by his past and lurks in the place of his origin. Unable to move on? Hard to tell. If one is brave to get close enough to them, they’ll disappear into the mist without a word. They are quite elusive.

The Hero of the Plains (Hero of Brawn)

Annually, there is a festival where the people of Hyrule gather to celebrate the life and marvels of the great hero. Many will dress up like him and show off their sword skills and all in all just have fun and party. There’s talk that the actual hero himself will be making an appearance this year! But he’s a lot flashier and ... bulkier than many seem to recall him being...

Hero of the Waves (Hero of Brood)

Located in the Zora Domain, there exists an indoor series of waterfalls that fall into a ancient pool. One goes here to cleanse themselves of their impurities and come out with a fresh lease on life. But recently, it has been said that the hero has been here this whole time! Cleansing himself of the sins of his past, attempting to return to being that pure hearted hero everyone knows him to be. That’s certainly what people are saying, but to the Zora who overhear him, it doesn’t sound much like him at all. He...complains a lot more than he used to.

Hero of the Flames (Hero of Combustion)

Death mountain has been really explosive lately! ..Well that's normal, sure. But more than usual! The hero has been seen here chucking bombs everywhere and blowing up all sorts of rocks! And if he’s not careful, he’ll blow the rocks out from the floor and cause a lava flood! It’s inconvenient to the Goron who live here and dangerous for everyone else in the land! Someone needs to stop this guy!

Stranger (Gan)

There is a mysterious man who has been seen walking the lands of Hyrule. He seems to be looking for someone.

This is just a snippet of the characters that would be present in this au. Im veryy happy with how these designs turned out as they looked wayyy more plain back when i first drew them lol

I don’t know how i’d tell this story. Through a series of image posts? fanfic? not sure lol

[corvusalbus93]

Right Beside You

A short taking place during the opening Dalaran-scenario for “War Within”, with minor alterations. I role-play about half my characters, and my main is close with Khadgar, since he’s one of my favourites characters...and boy, did I get material as a fan-fiction author. So, this depicts the last time they see each other and her learning about his (apparent) demise.

An aura of glowing energy flowed over her leg, as the monk brought it down upon the giant nerubian’s head. The exoskeleton cracked from Narami’s kick, until her boot hit the soft tissue beneath. Merely a hiss could be heard, a final gasp of air escaping from between sharp teeth, before the heavy body collapsed, the already broken limbs no longer able to stabilize the Queensguard. The ground shook from the impact, causing debris to shift and throwing dust into the air.

With significantly more graze, the night elf landed beside it, despite the gore on her boots. She eyed her fallen foe, metal fans ready to strike, nerubian blood dripping from the edges.  But it seemed the last blow had been final, and Narami allowed herself to relax a little, expelling what negative chi she had accumulated. Immediately, the various bruises and small wounds she’d suffered since Dalaran’s teleportation eased and healed, her body feeling lighter with each second.

Just then, the sound of footsteps reached her ears, boots running across the paved road, closing in. Narami turned around, relieved to see none other than the one she’d been searching for. And clearly he had kept an eye out for her as well, as he quickly crossed the plaza.

“There you are. I’m glad to see you’re okay.”

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Are you alright?” His cloak was dusty, a few strands of silver hair were out of place, but otherwise he thankfully seemed entirely unharmed.

Khadgar smiled. “I’m fine, I’m fine. No need to fret.” A loud screech made them both look up to the crowded skies above, where enemy flyers seemed to have gained complete dominance by now. “There’s no end to these nerubians. I’m afraid, at least for now, Dalaran is lost to us. But the people remain. They must be our primary concern.” Despite how determined he sounded, she couldn’t help but detect a touch of bitterness lingering in his voice. Narami understood all too well; since the Legion’s invasion, Dalaran had been her home.

“Most are already on the surface,” she assured him, sheathing her weapons for the moment. “We too need to get out of here, while there is still time.”

Khadgar nodded and without wasting a precious second casted the spell. “Here, take this portal down to Khaz Algar.”

Her long ears twitched. “What? No, I’m not leaving you up here.” Narami grabbed his arm, just firm enough to make her intentions clear. “If what Alleria said is true, Xal’atath herself is here and we are not ready for her.” Khadgar was powerful, but not even he would be able to stand against such a monster, especially after teleporting the entire city. And any additional time spent here only increase the risk of running into that creature. Even with Alleria and herself by his side, the monk didn’t like the odds.

Narami could have sworn his blue eyes briefly glanced to the Violet Citadel. “We’re probably not; not yet anyway.”

“Then let’s find Alleria quickly...”

Gently, Khadgar took her hand and she let him pull it from his arm, while he shook his head. “No, those who escaped still need help. I will find Alleria. We’ll meet you when we’re able.” Narami opened her mouth to protest, when he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, making her heart feel a little warmer. “We’ll be right behind you.”

He wasn’t being honest with her, not quite. But she knew him well enough to realize further arguing wouldn’t accomplish anything. Khadgar was easily as stubborn as she was, if not more, and time wasn’t on their side. And so she gave in, despite her better judgement, managing a smile. “Right behind me, huh? I’ll hold you to it.”

Khadgar chuckled softly and smiled back at her, as they reluctantly let each other go. “Oh, I’m sure you will.” She stepped backwards into the glowing portal, keeping her eyes on him, until he vanished from her sight.

...

Khadgar had been right about one thing; those who’d escaped were still in desperate need of help on the ground. Nerubrians were swarming them from all sides, dragging victims through portals or into tunnels, despite the best efforts of the defenders.

Narami cut through them with bladed fans, or broke exoskeletons with kicks and punches. The effigy of Xuen was currently holding off another Queensguard, the white tiger digging its claws and teeth into the giant, allowing archers and sorcerers to finish it from a safe distance.

“Behind you!”

Narami whirled around, only to see roots shoot out of the ground beneath a pair of nerubians, which had tried to ambush her. A darkspear druid appeared beside her and clenched his fist, causing the roots to constrict around the insectoids, crushing them soundly.

“Thank you, Xiuh.”

“Any time, friend,” the troll replied with a grin. His robes and Mohawk were discoloured by nerubian blood, making her wonder, if at any point he’d taken on an animal shape to fight.

She used the moment of to brush aside a few loose strands of viridian hair, which had gotten loose in the fighting. “Have you seen Khadgar and Alleria?” Just a few minutes ago, what remained of Dalaran had fallen from the skies.  Ever since, Narami had been looking for the two, without success thus far, and the lack of any trace was starting to worry her.

Disappointingly, her friend shook his head. “Not since the evacuation started. But I did see another portal open up just moments before Dalaran...” His mouth twisted.

“I know. I don’t really want to believe it myself,” Narami confessed, older memories threatening to bubble to the surface, but she managed to dismiss them. “Where did you see the portal?”

“That way.”

“Thank you. Stay safe.”

“Be careful!” Xiuh shouted after her, before channelling another spell, returning his attention back to the battle at hand.

Narami ran, her fans cutting into nerubians as she past them, but she no longer bothered to slow down and make sure they were dead. It had to be them. Frankly, it was just like them, especially Khadgar, to make a very last second escape. She herself had nearly gotten blown up thanks to such stunts in the past.

It didn’t take her long to spot a figure dressed in white ahead, just where Xiuh had pointed her to, and the bow glowing with the powers of the Void was a dead giveaway. The monk’s heart leaped for joy, as she looked around in hopes of finding Khadgar nearby. But all she could see were fallen defenders and nerubians.

Jumping over a collapsed pillar, Narami reached the archer. “Alleria! You’ve made it!” She looked about, checking the sky in case he’d taken the shape of a raven. “Where is Khadgar?”

From the corner of her eye, she saw how Alleria’s grip around the bow tightened. “We faced Xal’atath, but he...stayed behind.”

Her words were enough to make Narami’s blood run cold. Stayed...

Just minutes ago, she’d seen the Void swallow Dalaran, shattering what remained. The fresh memory of the shockwave washing over her. If he’d really stayed up there with Xal’atath. Alone...

“No,” Narami heard her own voice whisper, sounding as if coming from very far away. “No.”

Her knees hit the ground, before Narami even noticed herself swaying. Her body suddenly felt so very heavy, even breathing felt more difficult.

Images flashed before her misty eyes.  Khadgar wounded, stabbed and poisoned by Garona. Another of herself revived by him from the brink of death, after they’d empowered the ring he’d given her. All the times they both had flirted with death in the past decade they’d known each other.

The wind shifted as she sat there, carrying with it the smell of fire, something all too painfully familiar. Her childhood home in Winterspring, burned down by demons, abandoned by the survivors to join the battle at Hyjal. The Peak of Serenity, destroyed during the Legion’s last invasion. Teldrassil aflame, screams and smoke filling the air, her desperate attempts to save as many as possible. Now Dalaran. All the places she’d called home. Destroyed. All the people she was powerless to save, back then and today.

Khadgar.

We’ll be right behind you.

She felt a tear running across her cheek, hot against her skin, her sight now blurry, all but gone.

Not him, not like this. Not after she’d run.

After she’d left him behind.

Her fans slipped from her fingers. Narami closed her eyes to keep the tears at bay, and covered her mouth with one hand, the other on the ground to keep herself upright, trying to keep some composure. Another battle she was destined to lose.

Like a nightmare, the vision Kilrogg had made her suffer through on Draenor all those years ago, resurfaced. The desperate last stand against the Burning Legion in another timeline. Khadgar and her dying side by side.

Her fingers dug trenches into the soil, tears now falling freely, as she was no longer able to hold them back. And yet deep down anger was building up inside her; at herself, at the one, who’d taken him. She should have been there. Right beside him.

[zoeyslament]

wow i wrote a thing about my pokemon oc

Uhm enjoy ig? shes silly

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Hammerlocke Stadium roared as Delphine D’Grace strutted into the center. She waved to the cheering crowd, blowing kisses and swinging her hips. “Alola!” She called out to them, and their screams got even louder. “Betcha don’t hear that much around here, do you?” She loved teasing her audience. As the crowd quieted, Delphine tossed the quick ball that was clipped to her belt into the air, releasing Primarina in a flurry of pink hearts. 

“How are we this evening, Galar?” She practically screeched into the mic. “Feeling hyped?” She gestured to her band, an unnamed guitarist and drummer. “Feeling glam? Gimme a beat!”

The first song started. Delphine bounced energy off the crowd, and Primarina seemed to be living its best life too: the fairy type was a natural-born performer. Delphine ran towards the crowd, reaching up to high five the fans in the ringside seats. 

As the opening song ended, and the second song started, Delphine’s mind was racing. Arceus, was she grateful to even have this amount of fame and reach. What would that 12 year old girl from Paniola Town say if she could see where she’d be at 22, world-famous with a champion’s title and a singer’s voice?

What would her younger self have said, with the knowledge that she would go on to complete the Island Challenge, beat the first ever Alola League, and used that press to make a name for herself like no one had before? She’d probably be in disbelief, clutching her partner Popplio to her chest. The thought amused Delphine. 

The show closed with an encore of the opener, Primarina being recalled into its ball and the crowd whittling away into the night, dispersing in fits of joy. Delphine flopped over onto lush green stadium grass, the feeling of a cold Galarian night flooding all her senses. She’d gotten used to it, though a big part of her missed the always-warm Alola air. Going back there for concerts never counted, those were indoor anyway, and she never stayed long enough to relive everything she’d gone through in her home region. She sighed and looked down at the Z-Ring on her wrist. Maybe life on the move wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. The pleasant feelings had dissipated, and Delphine was homesick for the first time in years.

“I was hoping to do a few concerts in Alola this year. One per island, give me time to stay, to go home.” Delphine took off her jewelry, setting it in her suitcase. Her manager, a no-nonsense, professional-looking woman named Caster, eyed her impatiently. 

“You know as well as I we haven’t planned for four concerts at the end of the tour. Just say you want to go home.” Caster cracked a small smile. Delphine heaved a sigh of relief. Home was still waiting for her. 

“Is that…within the schedule?” She ventured. Caster tapped her pen against her dutifully-carried clipboard. “I was expecting this question far sooner. You’ve been just about everywhere, from Kanto to Paldea, I was waiting for the day you were ill for Alola. One more stop, in Hoenn, and then it's home for you.”

[angelicswagsummit]

feeding the flames of URIel by providing you with this lovely image of her that encapsulates her with canon het ship hyunhee (who are lovely) vs her with joongdok/dokhyuk by @/sr_est on twitter;

https://twitter.com/srv_est/status/1655592411874185226

with that said, (spoiler territory) it should be noted that gabriel did not ship them the way uriel did at first. the reason why she’s able to see it uriel’s way later? it’s not over anything like their ‘homoerotic tension’ or ‘cute shipping moments’ - when gabriel was sent to spy on them (because uriel has become biased), she witnessed an emotionally vulnerable moment of kdj tenderly petting yjh’s head, in a long arc where kdj is essentially showing his devotion, and says. completely unironically. that they remind gabriel of herself and uriel.

as in. “oh, they remind me of us. THAT’s why she ships them.” gabriel, abruptly delivering an extremely gay blow in this emotionally fraught story arc on two separate fronts.

THIS NEXT PART GOES INTO VERY HEAVY SPOILER TERRITORY, but in this same arc there is an alternate version of uriel who is very much angry and broken, and gabriel can’t bring herself to leave her - but she can’t abandon her own uriel, either. she’s only able to leave when reassured that someone she trusts is able to stay to be with her. a devoted girlfriend,,, please vote her for yuri fans everywhere. bring forth the gabriuri agenda.

(yes, crowley IS my favourite character in good omens. yes, i hold good omens extremely close to my heart. no, i’m not voting him. david tennant, i am so sorry, but i am salty that the tv adaptation has ensured i never get to see alternate art depictions based on the book ever again and i am salty that my favourite scene was cut out and audience perception getting altered forever, even though i acknowledge it IS good. using this to tell everyone that the tv good omens has good stuff, but read the book anyway.)

!!!! Thank you for all this! I hope the lesbians win! And yes omg!!! Everyone go read the good omens book it’s a favorite of mine (tv show is very good too. Psyched for the 2nd season)

[giggly-squiggily]

Clanne and Framme Tickle Headcanons (FE: Engage)

These two have stolen my heart and some! I had to write about my precious beans ajekjarkjerkj

Below the cut for length!

Clanne

The softest of lees.

Look at that sweet little face and tell me he doesn't hiccup when he laughs just AHHH! *sobs*

He's such a hard worker- tickles are low key required to get him to take a break. He just wants to do his best as the Divine Dragon's Stewart!

His VA is Deku's- you know how our broccoli boy laughs? That's him only softer and with extra hiccups! Oh and sweet little chirps too because I said so :P

He's ticklish everywhere but he's giving big tummy vibes? Belly tickles will make him double over and giggle and if you insist upon them he gets all curly and turns into a roly poly on the floor, unable to stop giggling for the next hour.

Also really ticklish hands???? He's a mage so he summons magic all the time and it makes his hands super sensitive to gentle scratches and pokes. He'll get all blushy and giggly if you trace your fingers along his palms long enough and it's incredibly endearing!

Only ever a Ler when he's teaming up with Framme- he's far too ticklish to win any fights on his own. He's incredibly gentle and sweet with tickles, always checking in with his Lee to make sure they're okay and offering to bring them water or snacks post attack.

He gets into tickle fights with Framme all the time and usually loses. Sometimes he can win if he brings Alear with him or if Framme's feeling especially lee-moody that day. He's got that "Poke and run" kinda tickle method, giving his twin a jab and bolting. He only ever gets three feet away before she's on him and wrecking him.

Framme

Resident tickle monster

She's so energetic and excitable and sweet- lot's of energy to burn and friends to make laugh, so she's constantly making rounds.

That said she's also a target for when she's TOO excited. Alear will gather her up and tickle her until she's breathless whenever she's bouncing off the walls.

A squealer- she's got a high pitched laugh that sounds like wind chimes and a smile that dims the stars so it's a must to tickle her! She's so freaking CUTE!

Like Clanne she's ticklish everywhere but her armpits are killer. If you sneak up on her and give them a poke she'll jump a foot in the air and scream.

Also a super tickly neck? She scrunches up and squeals if you even blow on it. Sometimes Clanne will use his book to fan it from behind just to make her scrunch up and giggle.

She's big on revenge tickles; even if you accidentally tickle her she'll take it as a challenge and tickle you back. Any opportunity to create controlled chaos she'll take!

Big teaser- everything from baby talk to anticipation to ghost tickles- she'll gladly use them all! Could be called merciless but she's always ready to stop when asked, careful to never push past her ler's limits or boundaries.

She knows everyone's tickle spots including allies like Alfred and Etie. No one knows how she finds them out- they just know to be careful when she's feeling particularly mischievous.