#so very much here in case you want to spill all the tea about that lmao <3 love you to bits !!

[forasecondtherewedwon]

this is from the prompt I think I saw about fanfic

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Aubrey hall

Great! Thank you :)

1) SHIP: Penelope x Colin

20) LOCATION: Aubrey Hall

39) SCANDAL: secret pregnancy!

more Bridgerton-themed fic prompts

Bridgerton Mothers

Pairing: Penelope x Colin Rating: T Word Count: 1115

Summary: Colin has brought Penelope (now his fiancée!) to Aubrey Hall with a secret. Violet believes she knows what it is.

“If you should ever want to tell me something, Penelope,” Violet encouraged, “I hope you will feel that you can.”

They were taking their tea quietly, in the drawing room. The sun spilled beautifully through the windows and there was a freshness to the estate, every room having been aired out in advance of their family’s arrival. Though Violet felt quite content on this morning, in this drawing room, at Aubrey Hall, she was aware that the young lady across from her was not equally at ease. She believed she knew the reason, but as Penelope was not yet one of her daughters, Violet refrained from prying. She would simply make the girl comfortable. If Penelope then chose to divulge her secret, that would be her own decision.

“I…” Penelope’s gaze plunged to the cup she held delicately in her hands. “I find the tea delicious.”

Violet smiled warmly at her.

“I am so glad. I want you to feel entirely at home here. I always have.” She laughed softly, casting her mind back to summers gone by. “I remember you as a girl here, rambling through the woods with Eloise.”

“I wanted to play princesses,” Penelope recalled, smiling too. “Eloise said we ought to be knights instead. She was so put out when Anthony would not lend her a sword.”

“That’s right! You were such a good friend to go along with her rather strenuous games.” They shared a look of amusement. “My son sometimes intervened, did he not?”

Violet pretended to be unclear, though of course, she remembered perfectly. She raised her cup to her lips and sipped as she waited for Penelope to colour in the scene of childhood fancy.

“Colin did not have much difficulty in detecting my lack of enthusiasm,” Penelope said, gaze far off. “I believe it might have been the only case of a princess rescued from a knight instead of by one.”

“Gallant little Colin! How lovely,” Violet said slyly, “that you return to Aubrey Hall this summer as an engaged couple, and that, one day, you will bring your own children here.”

Penelope made a sputtering sound as she choked on her tea, clearing her throat with a soft cough. Her cheeks were quite pink, Violet observed. No doubt the result of momentarily losing her breath. Nothing more.

Visibly attempting to compose herself, Penelope shakily agreed, “One day.”

Violet gave her another approving smile. Her suspicion was all but confirmed.

—

“The wedding,” Violet remarked casually. “It is soon.”

“It is,” Colin agreed.

And yet, as they ambled about the grounds, he appeared entirely unperturbed. Having a fiancée suited him, Violet thought. But no, it was not that. Having Penelope as his fiancée—that was what had made her son so happy. They were astonishingly well-matched, she felt, and that was saying something; he was her third child to be so lucky in love. However, where Daphne had kept her true feelings (and scheming) terribly close, and Anthony had attempted to convince both her and himself that love was an emotion he was not prepared to experience at all, Colin was as clear as glass, with none of its coldness. And his love for Penelope was just as clear. Violet had found it to be, anyway, and had been immensely relieved when he had acted upon his feelings, asking the girl to marry him. Of the three happy matches her children had made, this was the one in which she had had the most confidence. It was as she had always told her sons and daughters: true love began with friendship as its foundation. The friendship between Penelope and Colin was very strong indeed.

“I know you do not desire a longer engagement,” Violet said, giving her son’s arm a light, affectionate squeeze. “Would you, perhaps, have wished for a shorter one?”

“Like Daphne and the Duke had?” She watched Colin’s thoughtful expression. “No, that would not have been right for Penelope and I. The only time there has been any haste between us was when I asked her to be my wife, and that was entirely my fault, waiting so long to give voice to my feelings that she believed herself uncared for and nearly entered into an engagement with another.

“Marrying now is what we both wish for, and what Penelope deserves. I have been proud to flaunt her on my arm.” Colin smiled to himself. “I suppose I longed to prove myself to her, and a public courtship that allowed her to be seen—not as an object of pity, but as a woman in love—well. It has been my great pleasure to give her that.”

Violet’s eyes welled with pride as she praised her son: “Well said.”

As though he had, though, said more than he had intended, Colin looked suddenly, lovably awkward. Violet patted his arm in reassurance.

“Do not fear my opinion, dearest. I will only ever champion you. A love match is all I could have hoped for any of you. It is apparent to anyone with eyes that you and Penelope have found that in each other.”

Colin smiled.

“We have.”

“And the wedding will come just soon enough,” she hinted.

He turned to look at her, observably puzzled.

“For what?” he asked.

“For what!” Violet laughed.

When her son continued to appear perplexed, her laughter died. She stopped walking, halting them both.

“Colin,” she said. “You know to what I am referring. Do not be alarmed. Penelope said nothing.”

“I do not know what she could have said, because I am at a loss!”

“The reason,” Violet prompted. “The reason a young couple might want a short engagement… Colin! I have eight children.”

He stared at her as though he did not comprehend how her vague allusion related to her statement of fact. All at once, she saw that he did understand; she watched the knowledge alter something behind his eyes, watched the parts of him communicate with one another, contemplating and questioning and, finally, verifying this information.

“Penelope is with child?”

“You are asking me?” Violet questioned back, bewildered. “Please do not say your brothers have taught you so little of the world that you are uncertain whether you and Penelope have—”

She was grateful when Colin raised a hand to bid her stop speaking. She saw that her panicked words had mortified them both.

“I know how a woman comes to be with child.”

“Good,” Violet said shortly.

“Penelope… I must speak with her!”

“Yes, I rather think you should.”

Colin made to dart off, then turned.

“Do you think she knows?”

Violet laughed.

“Oh yes, dearest. No one knows better than a mother.”

[ghosts-cyphera]

hey lo <3 sending you kisses & hugs. please take care of yourself and know that there are people that love you n care about you. so so much <3 (it’s me. i am people)

please eat and sleep well, stay hydrated and do things that make you happy because you deserve to be happy. keep smiling and laughing, it looks good on you !!! sending good vibes and positive energy your way. minä rakastan sinua <3 - 🩰

STOP IT WITH THE FINNISH oh my god I'm crying ??

this is kinda very sad but hearing 'I love you' in finnish feels so special to me, because my parents never really said it to me growing up and all my partners have been english-speaking so it's—gods, it hits different and now I'm sobbing but in a good way. oh my god. mäkin rakastan sua. <3

anyhow !! I'm back from collecting myself, haha. thank you so much for all the love you're always sending my way. you mean more to me than I'll ever be able to express but I'll damn sure keep trying my best at that. 💗

[ira-hydrangea]

Replaced Mc? Not Really... Never Part 3

Summary: Everything is now ready. Just one final strike before they can take the fruit of their hardworks.

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 4

Obviously with the rumors plan failed. Nobody believes Eva and now her reputation is at risk. So she changed her plans. To get rid of MC once and for all.

Since no one believes her, she just needs to make it so they will have no choice but to believe her.

Luckily, she has a puppet fit for that. There is this one boy that is naive enough to believe her no matter what. He is annoying but if can change your words then making him do your bidding will be an easy feat. Who else but Kalim?

"Eh? What do you need to do with that kind of flower?" Kalim asks surprised. Eva is meeting with him in his dorm.

Currently, Eva trying to convince Kalim to bring her the Moonlight Flower. It's a special flower that only bloomed once every year and the time for each flower to bloom is different. The flower has a beautiful blue petal with a red hue right in the middle. Almost similar to the lotus.

"I'm just curious~. This world has always fascinated me and especially the flowers. At least before Mr.Crowley found the way back, I want to see every magical thing in here. Can you please do it for me, Kalim?"

Kalim then stays silent for a while before smiling. "Sure~ I don't mind. Besides, MC never really sees that kind of flower too so I can also gift it to them."

Eva clenched her fist when hearing about Mc's name. What is so special about them? They are also the same magicless human as her yet why do people here always put them in the greater light.

"Thank you so much, Kalim~. And speaking about Mc, can you tell me more abou-"

"Kalim. Your father called and wished to speak with you on the phone as soon as possible." Jamil said while emerging from the shadows.

Eva didn't fond of Jamil. Sure, he is beautiful but in the end, he is just a servant to Kalim. What she wanted is to marry into a rich family in this world, preferably royalty so Jamil is on her blacklist.

"Oh? In that case, I'm sorry Eva but I need to go now. Don't worry, I will send the flowers to you tomorrow."

Eva waves her hands with an angelic smile toward Kalim before hardening her eyes and smirk.

"Yes... Deliver it to me soon, my dear sultan. And I would use it very well~"

The Moonlight Flower although beautiful, they have some composition to make it quite a strong poison. Not lethal but it is enough to convince anyone that the symptoms are very serious.

Eva planned to use that potion for her plan. She can make the potion on her own because she only needs to follow the books.

Now she can't wait for her plan to begin.

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"Mc! Thank you for accepting my invitation to my small tea party!" Eva said with a beaming smile.

"Thank you for inviting me, Eva. I'm so excited to finally able to talk with another person from my world." Said Mc.

Eva then pulls Mc towards the seat. On the table, there were already so many sweets and tea that she prepared especially for today.

They talk for a very long time while laughing. When students see this scene, they would think that there both are old friends.

"So, Mc... You have stayed here longer than I, right?" Eva asked as she stirred her tea.

"Yep. I have stayed here for almost a year now."

"Oh! That would explain the fondness that most of the students have for you." Eva said and her face turn cold.

"And I truly despite it..."

"... Eva?"

"Mc, I really didn't like how you easily win the affection of the student without doing any effort. It's... Annoying... That's why." Eva then calmly sipped her tea before smiling back at Mc.

"I need to do this." With that, she suddenly coughed while standing up making the table turn around and spill everything on top of it. The sound immediately attracts the few students along with the dorm leaders as they immediately go to check.

There they saw Eva kneeling on her feet while Mc looked horrified. Before hearing a shout from Eva.

"I- I never intended to take away your friend's attention. B-but how can you *cough* be so cruel to poison me *cough* *cough*. I thought we are friends." Eva said as she collapse and Lilia immediately caught her. She smirks in her heart thinking that this finally works.

"N-no... I'm not-"

"Mc! How could you?! To think you would be this cruel to do something like this!" Riddle immediately shouts.

"No! You all get it all wrong! This is a trap!"

"ENOUGH! Mc, I'm usually very lenient towards you but this has already gone too far! You disappointed me too."

One by one the supposed friends of Mc starts to reprimand them as Eva smile victoriously as she watches the show from the side while snuggling towards Lilia. Until Ace can be heard laughing at the scenario.

"Pfft- I'm just can't Pfft- Bahahaha! Oh! To think this is the ultimate plan that girl can plan. Where did she even get this idea? A novel?" Ace laugh while Eva look confused.

"What?"

"Ace... You are not supposed to laugh. And to think I spending so much time teaching all of you to act." Vil sighs desperately. Lilia then chuckled.

"... Wh-what is going on?" Eva look confused as she looked at Lilia but Lilia just looks at her coldly with glowing red eyes and drop her from his arms.

Sebek immediately runs towards Lilia with a sanitizer ready and a box of tissue. Lilia accepts it gratefully.

"Ha... To think I would touch something so dirty with my hands. You better pay for my hard work very well, my dear." Lilia said.

"Just what on earth is going on? *cough* Why are you all looking at me like I'm at fault? It's not me but Mc is the one that tries to poison me."

"Hey. It's kinda pitiful seeing her like this, right Cater?" Ace asks as he smirks towards 'Mc'. Eva watches with widened eyes as Mc start to change form toward one of the familiar students, Cater Diamond. He just give a peace sign towards Eva.

"Too bad, dearie~ But the one that you want to frame is currently sleeping safe and sound inside the Diasomnia. It's really a waste of your good acting though. But don't worry, you still have something very useful for us." Cater said with a smile. Eva just look at them dumbfounded before processing Cater words.

"What do you mean... Useful?"

This time Vil is the one that steps up and kneels to her face level. "You see, Eva... You have something that is needed to ensure our love Mc survival in this magical world. The poor one has been sick recently and needed a cure. This is why we need you. More specifically, your heart~"

Eva just slap Vil's hands away in fear. If that means that everything has been planned all along. Her arrival in this magical world has been staged just so MC can survive all along. So she is only a puppet? A sacrifice?

Eva starts to think about the worst possibility until she starts to cough again but this time, she let out some kind of weird black ink. She looks horrified.

"Ah... It seems the fruit will soon be ripe for us to pick." Lilia said with a smile.

"P-please! Anyone save me!" Eva then looks around to see every single student but can only get scared as every single student have this smile towards her.

Why? Why? WHY?! She just wants to have a happily ever after!! She was supposed to have it and live like a princess just like in the fairy tale. THE PROTAGONIST SHOULD HAVE BEEN HER! B-but why... She gets turned into a villain!

Her coughing starts to get worse. As more and more ink flows out from her mouth. Malleus then stood in front of her and with a smirk looking down at her.

"Be hateful my dear. Hate the fact that you easily fall for us and our story. And hate how you have been playing around just like a lamb."

That is the last time Eva remembers before the darkness consumes her. The last voice she remembers are...

"Don't worry we wouldn't kill you~ You can still live without your heart~"

Okay. So the next part will maybe the last part of this AU. I'm will open a brain rot for extra chapters later. Hopefully, this is up to your expectations. AND THANK YOU FOR EVERY KIND WORD AND SUPPORT! Reading your comments always makes my days even better.

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[changbinsboiledegg]

PLEASE I loved your bsf skz reactions and now I want to request head canons for skz as your internet friends? - 👽

F is for friends these days, it seems. Also, I'm so happy you loved them! ILYT. 💜💜💜🫶🫶🫶

Warnings: Swearing.

Note: I liked coming up with these head canons, I hope you guys enjoy them as much as I did! :)

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Chan

Where you met? Anywhere. He’s probably had you as a mutual for months prior. How do you know he’s not your moot now? Eh?

Now, he says he’s always watching, but baby so am I. That doesn’t scare me.

Okay, seriously. I see him as the type that frequently checks up on you. Just wants to hear from you and about you. Whether you’re happy or sad— Especially when you’re sad, he seems like the type to listen and offer advice, so that’s nice.

Probably doesn’t text much but y’all know why. Man’s in the studio.

The type to send good morning/night texts. Chan strikes me as the person to text you at the ass crack of dawn with a “Good morning! :D” and whole time you’re passed out like a non-idol human would be. (joking. anyone can be awake at ungodly hours)

Probably sends out-of-pocket posts stays make because some of y’all have no fears. Be real, he probably already does this in the gc. If not him, then I’m betting at least Felix.

“Why are they like this?”

“Ask.”

“You ask. You're not the famous one.”

Makes sure you’re watching his lives when he does them because If you aren’t watching his lives, you’re getting tossed.

Kidding. But it would make him feel happy that you joined despite the time zone differences depending on where you are in the world, it could be the middle of the night, too early in the morning, or within the same time zone. If you aren’t watching, you better get the footnotes or something, otherwise you’ll get a message, “I see you have other friends to watch.”

Obviously as a joke, I don’t see him as the type to force people to watch him, I mean the dude barely posts, but this is a head-canon so I do sense joking/teasing if you miss a live.

Lee Know

Where you met? Fuck if I know… jk lmao, probably the Pinterest comment section. I Just feel like that’s very Minho… I won’t be elaborating further.

He would send hella pictures… Of his cats.

And of himself, but with the filters he does because I find them endearing and y/n head canon, you’re his hype person.

Remember when he blocked a stay on bubble for getting his cats name wrong?

Yeah. Tread carefully. Learn their names if you haven’t already. He probably won’t block you in this case because you’re his friend, but expect to be left on read for a while.

Fr though, if you don’t like cats, then this head-canon isn’t for you. In fact, riddle me this: How ARE you in this hypothetical situation where you are internet friends with Minho???

I see cat memes in your future. Me personally, I am a dog person. HOWEVER, I like cats too. And I see cat memes and videos because of my cat loving friends. So, if I were Minho’s friend, I would send every cat related post I see. As should you, in this situation.

Obviously, he would do the same too.

I also feel like he’s the type to send a video of something you would be envious of and caption it with, “bet you wish that were you HAHA.”

I once had a dream Minho kept asking what the names of certain songs were, so I’m rolling with it. The man would use you as a human shazam. Hope you can guess the song by the first second. <3

OH imagine spilling tea with Minho. He would be all here for the drama you have to offer, granted that it doesn’t involve him at least.

And of course, not in a way to get himself involved in other people’s drama but everyone who sits similarly to Minho has loved hearing some piping hot tea.

I will not elaborate further on why by the way. All I’m saying is, anyone I’ve met who has the same sitting mannerism as Minho has never passed up the opportunity to hear some tea.

Changbin

Where you met? Part of me wants to say Instagram. And part of me wants to say twitter. Take your pick.

(My fault, ‘X’ 🤪😒)

Listen,,, basing this on bubble, this mf used to spam my shit. Whether it was about his work out or what he ate or just random photos/ voice messages. He. spammed. my. SHIT.

He spams!!!!

Also, y’all saw how fast he answered TXT’s Yeonjun’s call?

Yeah. I see him as a ‘call me’ type of dude. Lmao. I think he prefers calls because he likes to hear your voice and it makes him feel more connected to you.

I feel like he would also listen to your problems. Make sure you’re okay, eating well, especially if you were having a bad day/night/etc. Like Chan.

And if y’all are his friend, you better do the same or you’ll get thrown. (by me &lt;3)

Come on y’all are breaking my heart, y’all know he doesn’t like doing anything alone, he likes being around someone or talking to someone and you’d be the first person he’d talk to when he’s particularly excited or intrigued about something.

He’ll always wanna chat with you or even stay up with you on a call because you or he couldn’t sleep and I’m not saying this because I’m biased, STOP. I’m gonna get out of here before I cry.

Chan, if you see this, since you’re ‘always watching’, tell Changbin to reject me already. Like actually cause I’m down astronomically bad for this man.

Hyunjin

Hyunjinnnnnnn sweetie, you’re up.

A whole sweetheart.

Where y’all met? Instagram. Hands down. Fight me, bite me, whatever. I stand by this.

He’d send pictures of his art before he posts because he wants to show you. :,)

He would be fun to talk to. Like if you say something funny or send something funny, I bet he would smile at his phone and earn suspicious looks from the others or be teased.

Hyunjin strikes me as the type of friend that would send you links or screenshots when you have a question or when you need help with something neither of you have the knowledge of.

Or if you list your symptoms when you’re not feeling well? The sweetie plugs them into google.

Turns out you’ve been dead for the past five years.

Similar to Minho, expect random pictures of Kkami. On topic, off topic, before you wake up, when you wake up, or when you’re sad.

And any pictures you send to him, whether it’s of yourself, the scenery, your own pets— I’m positive he’d love to see the world through your eyes. <3

Lmao I remember this one dream I had where Hyunjin kept taking photos of me so they could be used on a wanted poster for the authorities to find me easier.

…

Point of that was, I think he would take hella candid's of you if/when y’all meet up one day. And trust me, that day is about to be the most fun day you’ll have.

Prepare to explore, try new things… Or do the same things but together. Your pick.

Han

Where you met? Online video game OR YouTube comment section. Fight me, bite me, whatever part 2, I stand by my head canons unless you present me with a VERY good argument.

In the most RESPECTFUL way possible, I feel like he leaves you on delivered for days on end… Accidentally ofc. It’s an introvert thing.

Another introvert thing, he’s probably not into calls. However, when y’all call, I bet it would be hella fun. If you’re a gamer? Y’all bet it’s all comms in whatever multiplayer video game you decide to play.

Even if you aren’t a gamer, you are now. Unless you want to meet him in the comment section of a random YouTube video.

This is slowly turning into a gamer boy head canon but dude, I feel like he’s pretty quiet when gaming online because he’s focusing but then depending on the game, he’ll scream at random and you’ll rip your headset off because he startled you.

“I forgot you were still in the game.”

“I forgot you were still in the call.”

If it’s a horror game, I can already see you with your headset off and just hearing the chat from a speaker or something, otherwise you’ll wake up the next day with the same hearing you get after being front row at a concert near the speakers.

And if you jump easily or get scared easily to the point where you also scream, best believe Jisung isn’t taking chances either.

Anyways, I know I said he would leave you on delivered for days but like Hyunjin, talking to him would be hella fun. I mean, the man is one of the funniest idols in my opinion.

And for free too?

Just know you’ll be laughing so hard you enter a different plane of reality.

You would have the friendship where if one of you are sad or needs to vent, you’ll drop everything to be there to listen. Doesn’t matter if you’re busy or in a vastly different mood, it’s all ears.

Fighting the urge to not put ‘he would listen’ for every member but I genuinely do believe they would LISTEN.

Jisung seems like the type to send voice messages rather than texts. I KNOW y’all remember that one voice message he sent.

Before I move on; Anime nights with him. Just you two on a call watching the same anime and syncing up the times so neither of you are ahead or behind. :]

Felix

Where you met? Probably TikTok. Bet.

Let me set the scene: You’re scrolling on TikTok when you see a TikTok of Felix. You comment on it. Boom, internet friendship has blossomed.

He would send you TikTok's, reels, or shorts. Whatever the man finds funny tbh. It doesn’t matter if YOU find it funny. If he finds it funny, he’s sending it. Now, he would send videos or memes that reminds him of you and ones he knows you would find funny, but the majority? Buckle up.

Bet he would probably get lost in it all and you’ll open your phone to see the ‘57 new messages’ banner. lmao.

“FELIX??? 57???”

‘3 new messages’

“Oh, my bad.”

And then you probably spend nearly an hour trying to watch all of the TikTok's he sends because they are funny. The man has taste.

Danceracha pun intended.

Anyways, it goes both ways too. I did not intend to make Felix sound like a TikTok addict. LMAO I meant… Whatever, y’all know what I meant.

OH expect recipes and pictures of his work in the kitchen. Expect to read mini reviews about his thoughts on these dishes.

I can see you both having the type of friendship where you can freely roast each other and not have your feelings hurt because you know in the end, it’s jokes about you’d both defend each other if anyone else roasted you like that.

Maybe nicknames that sound hurtful to a third party but are actually terms of endearment/ inside jokes between the two of you.

Seungmin

I think it’s funny that every crack edit/ snapchat meme AU I see, Seungmin is the one that sends ‘streaks’ snapchats and it gets me every time so I’m going to keep that going here.

Where you met? Wrong number situation but then you move to snapchat every so often.

“We have an ⌛.”

“LET’S PLAY 8 BALL!”

“WE STILL HAVE AN HOURGLASS.”

… A few seconds later, you get a message indicating it’s your turn on 8 ball.

No but Seungmin is such a sweetie, idc what y’all have to say about that. I see him as the type to watch/read/do something just because you like it and want someone to talk about it to.

Even if he isn’t particularly interested, he just wants to talk with you more, even if it means treading into territories he swore not to.

Back to snapchat… Or any social media, anything you post, he’s usually always the first person to see it. Unintentionally, but hey, you’re the one posting at the same time he decides to come online.

Always so happy when you message him, letting him know you’ve preordered their albums or even just watched/listened to their comebacks. Your support means a lot to him and he hopes to/is as supportive to you in the things you choose to pursue.

Even hobbies, he doesn’t judge.

I also think he, like Felix, has the ‘roast each other without consequences’ dynamic.

Seungmin loving train does not STOP and I hope y’all choo choo the fuck out of the way if you’re gonna disagree.

I.N

Where you met? Haha, he actually met you irl first and because he was only in the area for a day, you swapped info and now you have a time zone separating you.

Luckily, he didn’t text you once and then became another follower!

I feel like he’s the chaotic internet friend. If you’ve been on the internet long enough, I know you’ve had one.

Y’all probably think it’s Jisung that would have this title, and it probably is, but Jeongin??

For example, Y’all remember that one live he did where he drank hella energy drinks & 3racha was in the states?

Yeah. Unsupervised time go brrrr. Okay? and you’re the one that hears about it first hand because he’s doing chaotic shit over video calls or texting messages and you can’t do anything.

He knows you can’t.

“Hey :)” - “Guess what?”

“God damnit.”

“I bought four giant bags of sugar.”

“wHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH FOUR GIANT BAGS OF SUGAR?????”

He likes to joke with you a lot. For example, he was kidding about having four giant bags of sugar.

But your reaction was funny to him, therefore he will keep joking around like this because he loves your reactions and he loves that you haven’t blocked him for giving you so much grief.

[somnambulic-thing]

"Hi, this is, um, Betty. Betty from Seattle. This might sound creepy as hell, but I heard about you on the recent Gutterballs episode. Not sure if Eddie ever mentioned me? Probably not, it was a long time ago, haha, but I got in touch with him for the first in maybe 18 years after that episode. Long story short, I'm going to be in your neck of the woods in a few months, and he thought the two of us would hit it off. I told him it was nuts to just call you out of the blue like this, but he seemed sure that you'd be cool with it. He wasn't even certain this was still your number, so I took a shot. He told me a story about one of your adventures, I can tell you meant a lot to him. That you still mean a lot to him. Anyway, I'm rambling, but I'll leave my number just in case? My Instagram too, but I'm rarely ever on there. If you ever wanna chat, or whatever, I mean, okay well that's all I guess, haha, bye."

this has been sitting in my inbox since the 17th of February? shit

I love you, Betty. Here's a little love note to prove it.

Another thread of the Gutterballs universe by the wonderful @dr-aculaaa who deserves the world. Thank you for your friendship. <3

Eddie Munson x enby!artist!reader - written from the perspective of Daria.

Words: ~1k

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Oslo was cold today. Armed with sharp winds that nipped on sensitive skin, made eyes water and all joints slow and stiff no matter how thickly wrapped they were. All you could think of, all that you desired in this very moment as you mounted the steps to your small rental after a long day at the gallery was to drown yourself in steaming hot tea and a bone-melting bath before crawling between heavy sheets and passing out for the next ten hours.

You turned the kettle on before you unwrapped yourself from several layers of knitted garments and shoved your mittens into your coat pocket before you lost another pair to the hungry nooks and crannies of this place when something under your icy fingertips buzzed.

Gonna throw that fucking phone out of the window, you thought and pulled it out with the intent to really just turn it off without looking at whatever notification was waiting to spoil your evening but handling a screen with frozen fingers was harder than it might sound and… oh… an unknown number.

Country code +1. An unknown American number. And they had left a message.

‘A haunted castle, for Daria,’ his voice echoed through your mind for the hundredth time in the past forty-something hours since you’d heard those very words the first time. You knew of Eddie’s podcast but out of all his various endeavors - for reasons you hadn't been willing to investigate yet - you’d stayed away from Gutterballs. Until, that was, your assistant had made you aware of the episode through a voice message full of sighs and sobs and excited ramblings.

“I don’t want to spoil too much— haha, spoil, I mean, you know what happened, you lived it but— fuck, you know what I’m about to say: those drawings? Will forever be changed for me now. Now I really get why you won’t sell any of them, despite the gracious offers… Anyway, drop your pencil and. Go. Listen…”

And so you did.

After, you had spent more than an hour in the large armchair in the studio that was yours for the time of your Oslo residency, sipped cold tea and watched those memories unfold on the darkening ceiling of the room like an 8mm film.

‘Maybe my dear Strigoi is still out there.’

He’d held his hand out for you, in a way, and there was no doubt that you wanted to take it. But… you needed… a little longer. Wanted a little more time to spend with that Eddie from the past, to laugh and cry, to yearn and mourn before you were ready to reconnect with who he had become.

But, fuck. The curiosity.

You put the phone on the counter, put it on speaker and turned to pour your tea and—

"Hi, this is, um, Betty. Betty from Seattle…”

Oh.

“This might sound creepy as hell…”

No. Not at all creepy, you thought, not noticing that you were spilling hot water over the countertop while taking your eyes off your cup to stare at your phone as if you could miss Betty crawling out your screen.

Could be her style, for all you knew.

You had thought about— had planned on asking Eddie for her number yourself.

“Not sure if Eddie ever mentioned me? Probably not—“

“Oh, I heard a lot about you,” you said softly right over a nervous laugh that had an adorable ring to it, even through your subpar phone speakers. You placed the kettle next to the half-empty cup, leaned against the counter and listened.

“I told him it was nuts to just call you out of the blue like this, but he seemed sure that you'd be cool with it…”

“I bet he did,” you snort a laugh, instantly transported back to the early days of your - Eddie had been right about that - symbiosis and into a leaky tent, anchored in the woods far too close to the town where you grew up in. Rain drizzled lazily onto the taped canvas above you while you ran your fingertips lazily over Eddie’s skin in gentle exploration as the sun vanished into the thicket. Until they caught on two squiggly lines of ink.

“You into astrology?”

“Hm?” Stirred from his weed and caress induced trance he cracked one eye open. “Uhm, yeah, kind of.”

This had been the first time you heard about Betty. The first of many times.

The better he got to know you, the more he was convinced you and Betty would get along brilliantly and by what he told you about their time together, you started to like her without ever having met her. Sometimes it was almost like, through Eddie’s carefully curated memories, Betty was giving you recommendations for books, music or movies. Like little notes shared through time and space.

“He told me a story about one of your adventures.”

Betty brought you back to the here and now and for the umpteenth time in the past days, you felt some kind of nostalgic jet lag.

“I can tell you meant a lot to him. That you still mean a lot to him.”

You smiled around a heavy weight in your throat and pressed your slightly warmed-up palms to your still frozen face, wondering if you were to cry now, would your tear ducts just produce icicles?

“If you ever wanna chat, or whatever, I mean, okay well that's all I guess, haha, bye."

“Betty from Seattle,” you muttered into the sudden silence and tapped your phone screen to replay the message for the second of what would eventually be four times. “Nice to finally meet you.”

[miracles-and-butterflies]

Ok, so, what if all the madrigal kids were put on the "golden child" pedestal? Even Mirabel (she can have a gift or no gift, it's your choice).

Isabela = The perfect girl who can create flowers. She's agile, sweet, and beautiful. If you had a bad day she can give you a few flowers to make you feel better. She can also help with birthdays, funerals, weddings, etc.

Dolores = The girl who can hear if anyone is in trouble or just someone to spill the tea with. She can also help if any person or child is going through abuse of some kind.

Luisa = Has the strength to protect anyone in the family and just help around with heavy things. She's also just as agile and almost never smudges her clothes when she's out doing chores.

Mirabel = ?

Camilo = the perfect gentleman and sweetheart of the family. Always willing to help mothers or parents have a break. Or just willing to make you laugh or smile.

Antonio = The second sweetest boy of the family. Always willing to give a hug or help around. Especially with his new gift, he can easily speak to the animals of Encanto for anything the villagers need. (And to tell the bee's Agustin isn't a threat)

(I'm already writing an au like this, but I just wanted to see what your version of the au would be like. In my version Mirabel got the gift of creating diamonds (jewelry), crystals, and pearls. You can choose if she gets a gift or not tho)

To be honest, I wouldn’t want to do an AU too similar to that of someone else’s, if that makes sense? It isn’t that I dislike the idea though.

Anyway, here are my thoughts on this:

Having all of them be the “golden child” at once kind of renders the trope pointless. If they are all perfect, they are all equal; so there wouldn’t really be a pedestal or favouritism. In addition, having so much may also make it quite messy.

But it is a very intriguing idea to play around with what each child would be like in the role.

Isabela is already the favourite in canon. I don’t have anything to add here.

Dolores is definitely an interesting case. Her gift is one of the ones usually regarded as a curse or associated with negative connotations. Which it isn’t, it is arguably one of the more helpful gifts. Combined with her passion and intelligence, she would make a very capable golden child and definitely achieve that ideal of a perfect, young lady that we see Abuela going for with Isabela in canon.

Luisa is one of the more likely to be a golden child for me. If Abuela valued more hard work than reputation, as Luisa could easily be argued as the one who does the most to benefit the community alongside her mother. At the same time, she is also this figure of bravery and protection, which easily adds to the possible idolisation of her character to the town.

Camilo is similar to Luisa. Given his optimistic spirit and the desire to bring smiles or laughter to all, he is definitely one of the more friendly and social members of the family - it is easy to imagine him being the favourite of the town because of how his work brings him so close to their lives. He’d fall into a similar trap to Isabela, hiding his more mischievous and chaotic nature, in favour of a more gentlemen persona to please Abuela.

Mirabel is not usually handled well in AUs where she’s swapped to be the favourite. She gets wildly out of character and just becomes another Señorita Perfecta Isabela or idolised for being more vulnerable (which… why? You’d have to have the same feelings to the entire town). Mirabel is the brains of her sisters (Luisa = brawn, Isabela = beauty). There is so much potential behind a mind or logic based gift and the subsequent pressures Mirabel might face as “the most intelligent girl in town”. And I will never get why nobody takes advantage of it.

Antonio is another one to see being an easy charmer. The youngest favouritism is rather common and how could you say anything bad about a sweet, little boy who can talk to animals? I haven’t seen anyone experiment with him as the favourite before, so it would be very exciting to see what someone comes up with.

[elisysd]

Late Night Talking – Harry Styles

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

Now you're in my life I can't get you off my mind

Days had passed and turned into weeks since Charles and Lyanna last conversation. She had been busy with rehearsing and him, with a few trips back and forth between Maranello and Monaco. Their conversations were a few text messages here and there. She confessed to him, almost ashamed, that she started to watch Drive to Survive to which Charles had gently reprimanded her by telling her that the series, even if he acknowledged that it allowed easy introduction to the closed and complex world of Formula 1, remained a scripted show far from reality.

Speaking of admitting things, Charles told her that he could not hold back from beginning Fire and Blood. She laughed and explained to him that even if she loved the series and that it would forever hold a special place in her heart, she admitted that the first season was far from an incredible display of her talents. She was a young actress by then, a beginner and she confessed never watching back the first season since it first came out. Charles reassured her by saying that he thought she was already amazing. He would never judge her; his acting skills were none although he was in a few commercials.

“Don’t worry Charles, I judge myself enough for both of us” she had added.

Charles knew all too well what it was to be yourself worst critic. He would not try to give her advice. Fortunately for him, he was well looked after with trusted and long-standing friends. On this sunny late afternoon, he had joined his friend from the tracks Pierre Gasly for a drink. The Frenchman had come all the way from Milan, where he lived when he was not travelling with Charles around the world, to see him and enjoy Monaco night life. They knew each other since karting days and basically grew up racing against each other. Charles knew Pierre’s family really well and Pierre could say the same for Charles. They didn’t count the number of sleepovers they had when they were younger or even now, the number of holidays they went together.

Although Pierre was not always the first one Charles would turn to in case he needed a piece of advice, he was still in his top three. They were best friends. They had seen each other at their greatest as well as at their lowest. A beer in his hand, the back leaning nonchalantly against the chair of the café where the two pilots had gathered, Pierre asked Charles:

“So what’s up? Any gossips to share?”

“You would love to know, right? But to answer your question, not really. Nothing exciting is happening. I spent a lot of time recently between here and Maranello to prepare for the last part of the season. You know how it is.”

“A shame. You have always been the more responsible of all of us. Never out partying during summer break. You are boring my friend.” Pierre teased him.

“And I don’t care.” Charles retorted, not at all offended.

He took a sip of his sparkling water, under the amused eye of Pierre.

“How’s Kika by the way? She didn’t want to come with you?”

“She’s good. Busy with modeling.”

“Is it the truth or does she tell you that because she can stand you anymore?” Joked Charles.

His friend crumpled up his napkin and threw it in his face, laughing.

“We are perfectly fine, man. Like really.” Pierre seemed more serious all at once.

“You know, I like to think that I knew what love was but as cliché as it sounds Kika proves me wrong every day. She’s caring, she’s supporting, she’s everything I could ever asked for. I love her. Really. It’s not infatuation, it’s love. I’m in for the long run, my friend.”

This moved Charles. He had been used to seeing Pierre change girlfriends often. He had never been very stable in that aspect, unlike Charles, who much preferred serious, long-term relationships to casual flings.

“But yeah, I’m in love man. What about you? Did you meet someone? Spill the tea.”

“No, no one. I prefer to stay single right now and focus on the championship. You know well enough how messy it is with Ferrari right now. I don’t want any distractions.”

“Man, even you have to blow off some steam for time to time.”

And that was more or less how Charles got himself in Monaco’s most private nightclub with Pierre. He didn’t particularly enjoy these places even if he didn’t mind going from time to time, but still, he preferred to avoid them. It was not his scene, unlike Pierre who was living his best life on the dancefloor. The sound and the blinding lights gave Charles a headache. Thus, he did not see the pretty brunette approaching him.

“Oh my God, I didn’t expect to see Charles Leclerc here!” She exclaimed.

And the last thing Charles wanted was to meet a fan. He didn’t mind usually but today wasn’t the day. But Charles was way too polite to tell her to leave him alone. He gave her a tight smile before moving away from her, shifting in his seat, and taking out his phone. He hoped she would understand that he did not wish to be disturbed. But this was not the case. On the contrary, the brunette took his body language as an invitation to sit down next to him. Charles wanted nothing more at this instant than disappear. He tried to look for Pierre in the hope he would help him get out of the situation but he couldn’t find him in the crowd. He was stuck.

She was too close to him. Way too close. He could feel her breath against his neck and the smell of her perfume and the alcohol. Great. She was drunk.

“Honestly, I think you’re the best. Ferrari doesn’t deserve you. And you’re incredibly handsome. Can you buy me a drink? It won’t cost you too much.” She laughed.

Her laugh was loud. He couldn't stand it any longer and stood up. She did the same, much too quickly, and lost her balance, holding on to Charles as best she could. He sighed loudly and forced her to sit down again. The last thing he needed tonight was for someone to get hurt because of him.

“Sorry, but my friend need me. I need to go. Hum, it was nice to meet you.”

He was way too polite for his own good.

After spending a good ten minutes looking for Pierre (and finding him at the bar), the two boys returned to Charles' apartment. The Monegasque let his friend sleep on the sofa while he went to his room and slumped into bed. 

Charles was woken up in the morning by the ringing of his phone. Half asleep, he grabbed his phone and didn't bother to look at who was calling him so early in the morning.

“Charles, don’t go on Twitter today.”

It was the voice of his PR advisor. Mumbling a little he took is time to sit up and rubbed his eyes.

“You do know that the best way to make someone do something is to tell him to not do it? What happened?”

“Did you went clubbing yesterday?”

Oh God… It could only mean one thing.

“I think I know what you’re going to say.”

“So you know wat I’m going to ask you next? Who is that girl and did you come home with her?”

“No, I didn’t. She was a fan and she was drunk, she was a little clingy but she meant no harm. What’s wrong?”

On the other side of the phone he heard Silvia sighed with relief.

“People on Twitter saw you with her yesterday. They took pictures and it’s all over Twitter. You can imagine the comments. It has started to come out in the Italian press as well. It doesn't look good. They are saying that the disastrous season with Ferrari is making you lose control, that you are going off the rails. You can imagine the comments... You now that I don’t care if you did go home with that girl, right? I just want to know the truth so I can prepare your defense best.”

“I’m telling you the truth Silvia.”

“That’s all I wanted to know. And remember, don’t go on Twitter.”

And she hung up. The day was starting well for Charles. And obviously when he talked about it to Pierre, the latter found nothing better than to laugh at the situation.

“Oh Charles, I think it happened to everyone.”

His friend then left him to meet Kika at the airport. Since her work was over, she had decided to join Pierre in Monaco and then return to Milan together. Now alone, Charles was left with his thoughts. He tried to resist the urge to look himself up on Twitter but failed miserably. Indeed the comments were not the nicest but Charles had seen worse. For some inexplicable reason, the only thing that worried him in this matter was what Lyanna would think of him. If she had Twitter, she was bound to have seen his name trending. He opened his phone contacts and looked up her number before making the call. Of course he got her voice mail. He didn't leave a message; he didn't see the point and above all he didn't know what to say.

He spent his day brooding and avoiding his phone. Pierre and Kika would not return until the end of the evening, when they were all going to eat together at Charles'. So he did what he did best when he wasn't feeling well, he made music. He sat down at his piano and let his fingers wander over the black and white keys of the instrument. He was only interrupted by a loud bang on his front door.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to find Lyanna looking dishevelled, her phone in one hand, a huge sports bag in the other.

“Are you okay?” He asked her as she was passing past him to come in his apartment.

“I should be the one asking you that! You called me. You never call me. And then you have the audacity to ignore my texts and calls? What’s wrong with you?” She snapped.

Seeing her worried for him filled Charles with a sense of pride. His male ego felt flattered.

“It’s nothing really. But it’s cute that you’re worried for me.”

She glared at him.

“Still, why did you call?”

“Have you not been on Twitter today?”

“Charles, I avoid Twitter like the plague. Nothing good ever comes out of it. Why?”

“It’s stupid really. I was out with a friend yesterday and we went clubbing. Long story short I got stuck with a girl and pictures came out. People and now the press is saying that I’m entering my player era, whatever that means. But it’s not true, I assure you. She was all over me but she was drunk, she could barely stand up by herself. I would never take advantage of someone in that state. Nothing happened between us. I wanted you to know that. I don’t want you to think low of me.”

She smiled gently before sitting down on the sofa. Charles joined her.

“I know, better than anyone how the press and people can twist things up. I learned a long time ago to not believe gossips. I would never have believed it Charles. But I appreciate that you wanted to do right by me. It means a lot.”

He sighed in relief.

“Thanks, I had a shitty day, the last thing I wanted was for you to run away from me. Would you like to stay? My friend should arrive soon with his girlfriend, you can eat with us.”

“If it doesn’t bother you, I would like to.”

“Hope you don’t mind pizza.”

“Are you kidding me? I love pizza.”

When Pierre came back, the last thing he expected was to see a girl in Charles’ living room. Charles gave him a look that made it clear to Pierre that he had better behave and not tease Charles. For some reason, he soon realised that this girl was important to his friend. He noticed that Charles was more laid back with her, more himself and Pierre was surprised. His friend was not this carefree around people that was part from his life for only a short time. She must be special.

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[the-offside-rule]

Pierre Gasly (Alpine) - L'hymne a L'amour

Requested: on wattpad

Prompt: L'hymne a L'amour by Edith Piaf

Warnings: It's just very sad and I'm very sorry in advance

Y/n sat looking at herslf in the large mirror, as the beautiful white wedding dress reached to the floor. She swore she was about to cry but no, her mascara was too expensive for that to happen. "You look beautiful." Y/n's mother said through tears. Her baby was all grown up. "Mum, please don't cry. Then I'm going to cry." Y/n smiled, engulfing her in a huge hug. "I know. I just can't believe it's finally happening." She cried. "Well, finally. We've been through a lot to finally get here but we're here!" Y/n chirped. Her mother nodded her head and reached into her purse. "Just before I go, I have a gift for you and when I say 'I'-" she paused and handed Y/n a letter, an old looking letter by the look of it. There were a few stains on it, presumably from tea or coffee which smudged the ink but she could still make out what it said. To Y/n, on her wedding day. She looked up to her mother, after recognising the writing and already felt the tears pricking her eyes. "He wrote it before he passed on and told me not to elt you have it until your wedding day." Y/n's head dropped down to the letter once again. "I'll leave you alone darling." her mother said before walking out to join the rest of the Church. Y/n just stared at it. Sje didn't want to open it but yet here her hands were, shakily ripping the seal open to look at the paper inside. Y/n gasped as some confetti spilled out but quickly laughed at her dad's sense of humour. She began reading. There was no going back now.

My little princess,

You better be reading this on your wedding day, or else your mother can't hide anything even if I left her instructions. I've long awaited for this day to come but just in case I didn't make it, enjoy your wedding day my darling. Its about time that driver Pierre got down on one knee and proposed! He used to talk so me about marrying you, so much so that I thought I'd live to see the day. Listen, before you're let walk down the aisle, I told Pierre to do something before I passed away and it's something I'm sure you will absolutely love. You'll notice it immediately darling, I promise so do me a favour. Go and marryg the love of your life, love like your life depends on it and don't ever, ever forget that you'll always be my little girl, no matter how old you get.

I love you my darling,

Dad

Y/n felt the tears behind her eyes as sje read the words in her mind. A lot had happened since he died. For one, she wasn't with Pierre anymore. They both lost the spark and Pierre was always away so they just decided to go seperate ways but not a day went by without her thinking of him and vice versa. Y/n folded the letter and stuffed it into her bouquet of flowers, making sure to keep it close to her and walked out. Y/n smiled to herrself, but it soon disappeared once her eyes met the bouncing blue eyes of the man she once loved. "Pierre?" Y/n whispered. Pierre smiled at her lightheartedly and nodded. "It's me princesse. I have to admit, I'm a little sad I didn't get an invitation." Y/n's lips curled into a small smile. "I didn't think you'd waste your time." she chuckled. "I would never count this as wasting my time princesse." The two were silent for a minute, neither knowing what to say. "Who's the lucky guy?" Pierre asked first, breaking the silence. "His name is Joshua. He's a really nice guy." Y/n replied. "That's nice. You always deserved the best."

"So why are you here?" she asked, cutting straight to the point. Pierre's eyes fell onto her. Oh how gorgeous she looked in white. Just a shame it wasn't for him. "Don't you remember my promise?" Y/n shook her head. What promise? "I promised I'd walk by your side on your wedding day. I always keep my promises princesse."

"You really do. Don't you?" Pierre hummed and looked away from her. It was paining him a little to see her ready to walk down the aisle to her future husband. He always thought it would be him, even when they broke up he always had that little voice telling him they would get back together at some stage but no. All that hope was simply crushed in the church. "Well, we're going to be late. Are you ready to walk down the aisle?" Y/n looked at him. His smile was completely fake and his once bubbly blue eyes had now grown cold. "Pierre, you don't have to walk me down." She reassured him. "No princesse, there's something I have to do. Not only did I promise you this but I also promised your father this too." Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. "I promised I'd always take care of you so here I am Y/n, pledging, promising that no matter the occasion, no matter the reason, no matter the weather, day, year, no matter what, I'll always be here for you." Y/n finally let a few tears drop down her cheek. "I know you will. He said in his letter there'll be something I will understand but I still don't get it." She admitted.

Pierre looked down at the cuffs of his suit and lifted them up to show her two beautiful silver cufflinks. "He asked me to wear his cufflings on your wedding day. He had a lot of requests, that being the last princesse." Y/n's face softened as she looked towards the door. "So now are we ready?" he asked. Y/n linked her arm with his and nodded confidently. "Always with you by my side."

"Always."

[gamma-rae-bursts]

Home is Where the Heart Is

Yn is a former BAU agent, currently working at Georgetown. She met Alex whilst working for the FBI and is navigating her life with her and their son, Ethan.

Pairing: Alex Blake x Reader

Content Warnings: kind of CM case talk

Word Count: 1800+

Genre: Family Fluff

A/N: I'm going to stand by the fact that Alex Blake is the softest of the soft people, hence this needed to happen. I also hate how little recognition Ethan got in the show so I'm gonna give my boy what he deserves here. I'm thinking of making this into a series of one shots, different Blake Fam x Reader scenarios (may include some angst, knowing me it will) so please let me know what you think of this <3)

Joining the BAU was a dream come true, your way of making the world a safer, better place. And it just so happened to come with many other advantages. Although the beginnings were a little rough for you, feeling very out of place while being surrounded with FBI’s finest agents, soon enough they made you feel like a part of the family, like you truly belonged with them. And throughout the years you got to be a part of the team you’ve formed some of the best friendships with people that you knew you could trust with your life. But there was this one agent you held especially close to your heart, Alex Blake. Ever since she joined the team, the two of you were inseparable. One evening she finally asked you out on a date, to which you have immediately agreed. Falling in love with Alex was easy. Loving her even more so. Months went by and with that your relationship grew, soon enough you were introduced to her son, Ethan. The most precious little boy to ever exist. Not so long after that you moved in together and just a few months in Alex asked you to marry her. And this was your life now, you’ve never been happier.

But there were some definite downsides of the job. After all, there is only so much a human can take, the BAU knew it better than anyone else. There is only so much evil you can be exposed to before it starts consuming you from the inside out. You used to hold onto the last string of hope in each investigation, the hope that the last missing person would be found alive and there would be a somehow happy ending to this story. But at some point, even that was not enough. Over the years you’ve seen some of the worst horrors this world had to offer, you were met with death and misery at every step of your days. You’ve seen families torn apart, lives snatched away prematurely, unnecessary pain inflicted onto so many individuals. You’ve seen enough. You’ve had enough.

Making the decision to leave the team was not easy. You’ve spent countless hours contemplating whether or not to make that step before even mentioning anything to Alex. And after weeks of thinking, weeks of constant arguments in your head, making lists of pros and cons to both options, you finally decided that your time with the team has come to an end. 

Breaking the news to the team was easier said than done. You made a detailed plan how to tell each and every one of them personally, but when the time to put the words into action came you came up with a much better idea. Hotch was the first one, after all he was the person you handed your resignation letter to. Penelope was the second in line (or so she thought), you couldn’t stop yourself from making fun of her for the last time. In reality, you told the whole team that you were leaving and what your plan was, except for her. You knew the blonde woman could not hold a secret in for the life of her, so you all made bets on how long it will take her to spill the tea. When you broke the news to her, one on one, you talked about it as if you didn’t want the rest of the team to know. It took her a whole hour and thirty-four minutes to break, telling everything you told her to Morgan and Spencer. 

That was it. You were no longer an agent working for the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Just a short few weeks after leaving you managed to secure yourself a nice position as a lecturer at Georgetown University, finally putting your PhD in Biological Sciences to use. 

***

Working at Georgetown was peaceful, the change you so desperately needed. There wasn’t much going on, your days mostly consisted of teaching, going over the material for your classes and marking your students’ papers. To some it might seem a little too boring, but you loved the newly found routine. 

After finishing marking of the last papers, you’ve had for the day it was time to go home. Alex was away on a case for the past few days and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t hope for a phone call from her, telling you that they’re on their way back. 

Just as you got into your car the sound of your ringtone filled the space, getting rid of the silence that previously surrounded you. You smiled to yourself as you read the name that popped up on your screen.

“Hi honey.” the soft voice on the phone spoke, “I think I might have some good news for you.” Alex added, you could tell she was smiling from the way her voice sounded.

“Please tell me you’re coming home; I don’t think anything else would classify as good news at this point.” you replied to the brunette, hopeful you got it right.

“I am, indeed, we’re wrapping up at the station and we’re going to head straight to the jet.” your fiancé said with the usual for her calmness, you, on the other hand, could not contain our excitement. “I’ll see you in a few hours?”

“I can’t wait! I’ve missed you so much baby, so did Ethan” you stated, your voice filled with excitement. “He’s been begging me to do crosswords with him at least five times a day and you know how much I suck at them”

“Oh, come on, you’re not that bad” Alex chuckled, “I’m sure you’ve got at least one of the words right.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled at your fiancés’ words, the bar for you was set really low, yet somehow you still managed to underperform. “Nope, not a single one, I don’t think Ethan will ever stop making fun of me for that.” Alex laughed as the words left your mouth, “but what can I say, I’d like to see either of you in my lab”

“I think putting me there would be a major safety hazard and you know that” the linguist added, still laughing at your previous statements. “I’m gonna have to go now but see you in a few hours, I love you sweetheart”

“I love you too, Lex.” you assured, after which Alex finished the call. 

On your way home you made a few brief stops to run some errands, you also picked up some of Alex’s favourite takeaway. Cooking wasn’t your strong side, but baking was, and your fiancé was completely aware of that. You usually opted for ordering food when it was your turn to make dinner, another effective tactic you’ve developed over the months was trading your cooking turns by agreeing to make some of Alex’s and Ethan’s favourite desserts.

The last stop you had to make on your way home was the little boy’s school. 

“Hi Mama!” the squeaky voice roamed through the space in your car as Ethan entered it, making himself comfortable in his car seat. 

“Hi honey, make sure to fasten your seatbelt” you replied to him softly. Ethan was a complete copy of Alex, dark, somewhat curly hair forming beautiful waves, big hazel eyes, contrasting with his pale skin, which was covered in light freckles, a precious addition to his face. “How was your day at school?” 

“It was okay!” the little boy cheered to you, “Is mommy coming back home tonight? I really miss her.”

“She is actually! I’ve just talked to her and she should be back in the next few hours,” Ethan’s eyes lit up at your words, “don’t you worry you won’t have to do crosswords with me again” you added chuckling.

“I love you mama but you’re really not good and them.” E.T. teased, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

You laughed in response to the dark-haired boy’s words. The rest of the drive home was peaceful, Ethan told you some more details about how his day at school went, talking about some of the friends he made, the teachers and what new things he learned that day. It wasn’t long until you reached your final destination, you took the food out of the car and the two of you started heading towards your apartment.

When you opened your front door a lovely smell of your favourite dish filled your nostrils, that’s when you knew Alex, was already home.

“Alex?” you questioned as you and Ethan started taking your shoes and coats off

“In the kitchen!” the woman exclaimed, you knew she had a habit of giving you the wrong time when she planned to come back home, wanting to let you know she was coming back yet still wanting to somewhat surprise you.

“MOMMY!” Ethan called as he ran to the kitchen, filled with joy and excitement to finally have his best crossword buddy back in the house.  “I’ve missed you so much!”

“Aw I’ve missed you too love bug,” she said as she gave the little boy the biggest hug she could, simultaneously picking him up. “And you, I missed you too” the dark-haired woman smiled as she directed her gaze your way. 

“You said you’d be home late in the evening!” you jokingly snarled as you took a few more steps towards her, letting her place a soft kiss to your cheek.

“You can’t blame me for wanting to surprise two of my favourite humans with a nice meal, can you?” she giggles as she put her son down.

“I see we’ve had the same plans Doctor Blake” you smiled as you put the bag with Alex’s favourite takeout on the kitchen island, at which Alex laughed and proceeded to place anther soft kiss, this time on your forehead.

The evening went by peacefully, filled with laughter and Ethan’s snarky remarks regarding your crossword skills. You decided to have Alex’s pasta for dinner, saving the takeaway for the next day, or a midnight snack. Etty was delighted to finally be able to do some crosswords with someone qualified and you just enjoyed watching the two people you loved most. The three of you ended the evening snuggled up on the couch of your living room, Alex in the middle so both you and Ethan would get equal amounts of hugs that you so dearly missed. You decided to watch one of Ethan’s favourite disney films, Frozen. As much as you didn’t want to admit that in front of Alex, it was one of your favourites too. The little boy ended up falling asleep halfway through the movie, snoring gently as he was curled up, wrapping his arms around Alex. When the film finished, you carefully took him to his room, tucking him in his bed, leaving a gentle kiss on his forehead. You joined Alex in your bedroom, wrapping your arms around her in an attempt to hold her as close to you as possible until both of you drifted off to sleep.

This was your happy place. Your found family. Your home.

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A Concerto That Surprises You - Knights

Writer: Happy Elements

Character(s): Tsukinaga Leo, Sena Izumi, Sakuma Ritsu, Narukami Arashi, Suou Tsukasa

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Season: Autumn

Location: Vocal Room

Tsukasa: Onee-sama. Today, all the members of Knights have invited you here to discuss a matter of extreme importance.

Ah, onee-sama need not be so nervous; it’s not work related– no, I suppose it’s somewhat related…?

Ritsu: Suu~chan, you look really suspicious when you say something and hesitate right after~

I guess we have no choice~ I’ll spill the tea. We wanted Anzu to be the first one to listen to Knight’s newest song ♪

Leo: Hehe~ This song, “A Song To Surprise Anzu” is a work of confidence by the genius composer, Tsukinaga Leo! You must tell me what you think of it after you listen!

Izumi: Hey, hey. Hold on a second, Leo-kun, why did you let the cat out of the bag just like that?! Didn’t we all agree to keep Anzu in the dark until it’s time to perform?!

Leo: Eh? But… I didn’t leak the melody of the song. Right, Anzu?

Oh, do you like the song’s name? What do you think? Isn’t it very much my style? Wahaha ☆

Izumi: …Alright. Seems like this idiot didn’t realise it until now. Sooo~ annoying.

Arashi: Goodness~ My guess is that Leo-kun simply wanted Anzu-chan to listen to our new song as early as possible, so he ended up ignoring everything else ♪

However, it does seem like Anzu-chan is already aware. As a matter of fact, this song is one that Knights has dedicated to you. It belongs to you, and only you, so be sure not to release it publicly~

Tsukasa: I was really secretive at the start so as to give onee-sama a surprise… and for that, I would like to express my sincerest apologies.

Izumi: Hmph. Whatever the case may be, I squeezed some time out of my extremely busy schedule just to fly back and prepare this surprise for you. So you’d better give it a good listen, Anzu.

Ritsu: Haha~ Even though the lyrics were written by the five of us, Secchan was suuu~per uptight about the overall harmony and style of the song, suggesting changes left right and centre. Somehow, I managed to respond patiently.

Arashi: Ufufu. After all, that goes to show how much Izumi-chan values the song meant for Anzu-chan~ Our gratitude and thoughts for you have been woven into the lyrics, so we hope that they’ll be conveyed properly ♪

Tsukasa: Haha, it seems like everyone is ready. Let’s follow the original plan. With Leo-senpai and Ritsu-senpai providing the piano accompaniment, let’s perform this song for onee-sama…!

[oxygenbefore1775]

AoT Warriors' Comforting Methods

cuz lord knows i need my comfort characters to comfort me (here's some sunflowers cuz they're happy flowers)

Annie

as a person who very much values her personal space Annie would never try and force her comfort on you, only if you would ask her

doesn't cross your boundaries and doesn't get too imaginative with her consolation — she would only do things that she knows for sure would relieve your stress

Annie prefers actions over words so expect her to bring you your favourite food/drink or take you to your favourite place in the city to un-wind there

doesn't say too much and prefers that you talk at her rather than to her about the reasons for your distress

and if she talks, it'd be short snippets of encouragement, urging you to continue

giving a piece of advice is a big no-no for Annie — she doesn't want to restrict you with her opinions

Bertholdt

don't seek comfort from Bert — he wouldn't understand what you want from him exactly

Bert cherishes you and if you are stressed out, he would try to solve the problem that puts so much pressure on you (even though you didn't ask him)

as your friend, it is his job to support you so he would try and show his dedication to you via problem-solving — but in the slightly off-putting way

so he would arrange a whole case-study for you — presenting you with the worst case scenario to your problem and assure you that there's nothing to be worried about and if there is, Bert would be there to help you

Bert is trying to comfort you but to him problem-solving is the way to comfort you

he's not very eloquent with words so the most comforting phrase you would hear from him would be "it's gonna be alright"

Colt

an absolute joy to be around whenever you feel down

there's no need to confide in him — Colt is able to pick up on your distress right away

would make it his mission to make you feel as comforted as possible by using words of affirmation

but his eagerness to put you at ease may end up a bit agressive — Colt would shower you with kind words of how talented, brilliant, amazing (etc.) you are without giving your ears a break

with that praises you would immediately feel better and gain confidence and energy to go through your day

Pieck

if anything, Pieck's comforting methods combine words of affirmation, a piece of advice and un-winding together

Pieck's first call would be to distract you from your worry by offering to do some other activity so that you are cheered up

after that, she would try to comfort you with her words in an attempt to put you at ease

on this day Pieck would like you to feel as happy as possible

but her comfort is a double-edged sword because after that pampering session she would want you to gather your strength for the last push

Pieck is not that comforting, she's more of an inspiring type

Porco

turns into a total chatter-box/gossiper when he's comforting you and lends a sympathetic ear to you

a cafe would be a perfect spot for your comforting session since you can also indulge yourselves with sweets there

Porco wants you to spill all the tea about your day and things that've upset you — with all of the juicy details

Porco is your personal (slightly toxic) cheerleader, swallowing your every word and praising you for even the slightest display of self confidence

"Yes, you tell them!" Porco would yell out occasionally while listening to you, "They don't deserve you. You're the most brilliant person alive and you must know that!"

there's not much of advice to his words but at the end of the day you would feel like the most valuable human being that has ever walked this Earth

Reiner

being a huge cuddle bug that he is, Reiner is all about the touch

even he is not too skilled with words, a warm embrace (especially if it's coming from Reiner) is worth infinitely more than words of affirmation

so Reiner would comfort you with his big bear hugs or just by holding your hand — the main thing is, Reiner would make sure that you can feel his body heat radiating on your skin

you two may indulge yourselves to a movie night — your favourite film set on TV, the couch littered with all sorts of snacks, and you, warm and safe in a cradle of Reiner's arms

no matter what challenge is posed against you, Reiner has infinite amount of faith in you and your inner strength

Zeke

concept of comfort is foreign for Zeke — all throughout his childhood his inner turmoil was ignored by the adults and he learned to deal with his problems by himself

so it comes as a surprise for him once you come up to Zeke seeking his piece of advice and comfort

but Zeke learns to love helping you — the fact that you deemed him qualified enough to ask for his help is extremely flattering to him and his cognitive capabilities

comforting is still not his cup of tea — the timing doesn't come to him naturally and you have to let him know about your distress

Zeke prefers words over actions and while comforting you he would still aim for actually trying to solve your problem instead of offering words of encouragement

[madamebaggio]

Notes: And there's one more chapter because I'm a weak woman.

Previously....

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Chapter 2

This was how - two weeks later - Sansa found herself in front of Arthur’s door, getting caught red-handed by him.

It did take her two weeks to come to a decision about whether she should ask him for help or not.

The thing was… Arthur was kind of a slut -and Sansa said that with a lot of love. He was the ‘love’em and leave’em’ kind of guy, but not in a douche way. At least, as far as Sansa knew.

Which was why he was the perfect one to ask this to. Arthur wasn’t into commitments and Sansa didn’t want a boyfriend. She just wanted to try this one kink.

It was a kink, right?

Like… Probably a boring one all things considered, but still a kink. 

“Sansa?” Arthur called again, an uncertain smile on his face. “What are you doing here?”

It was just her luck that he’d be out and come back right when she was reflecting about her bad choices.

“Nothing.” She declared grandly. “I was just leaving.”

“Princess.” He stepped in front of her. “You didn’t come here for nothing. But…” He pressed when she’d have said something else. “You don’t have to tell me why you came. How about tea?”

She opened her mouth, then closed it again. “I wouldn’t want to impose.” She finally said.

“You never do, San.” He grinned at her. “Let’s have some tea.”

And that was how she found herself inside his flat, talking about nothing in particular and drinking tea.

Sansa liked Arthur a lot -in a very platonic way. He was funny and ridiculous, really smart and honest to a fault. He wasn’t a bullshitter, but he also wasn’t those ‘brutally honest’ people that just used that as an excuse to be assholes.

Was he hot? 

Yes, incredibly so. However, he was also much more.

Sansa didn’t choose him just because he was hot and didn’t want commitment. She came to him because he was a man she felt she could trust with this.

For all the time she knew Arthur, she’d never heard him saying one peep about the girls he hooked up with. And she was also aware he didn’t talk to the other boys about it, because Theon was always grumbling about Arthur never sharing the ‘hot bits’ with them.

And if the rumors were true… There were many hot bits.

There was a girl in Sansa’s university that said she’d had a threesome with Arthur and another girl. When Sansa asked Arthur if that was true, he gave her the same reply he always gave in those cases.

“Wouldn’t you love to know that, Red?” That was his official ‘no comments’ piece.

So, really, as far as she knew, Arthur could have zero experience with sex. It didn’t seem possible - or fair to humanity - but it could happen.

“What are you thinking about, Red?” The man in question teased her. “You’ve drunk all your tea, so now it’s time to spill it.”

She snorted, but fell quiet.

“Is something wrong?” He asked her gently. “You can tell me.”

“No.” She assured him quickly. “I just… I feel silly now. I shouldn’t have bothered you.”

“Sansa.” He admonished quietly. “Don’t say that. I don’t know what’s on your mind, but you aren’t silly. It’s fine if you don’t want to say it now.”

Sansa took a deep breath in and came to a decision. “Remember the last time we were at the pub?”

“Yeah.”

“And Percival was talking about the handcuffs and stuff.”

“Unfortunately, I’ll never forget that.”

That made Sansa giggle, but then she blushed. “Were you… Were you serious?”

He frowned. “About?”

It was now or never. “Volunteering as tribute.”

Arthur was silent for a long time. Long enough that Sansa started to worry.

Then he cleared his throat, leaned back against his couch and crossed his arms. “What am I volunteering for again?”

“I want you… And me…” Oh lord, this was humiliating. “To… You know.”

Great. Very mature.

He got quiet again, but he recovered faster this time. “San, I’m not saying this to give you a hard time, but love…” He uncrossed his arms and scratched his cheek. “If you’re hinting at what I think you are, I’d appreciate you being very clear about it.”

That was fair.

She could do this. “There’s something I want to try… Sexually.”

Arthur nodded, like this was a perfectly normal topic of conversation for them. “Okay.”

“And I’ve never felt comfortable or safe enough with any of my boyfriends to even suggest it.”

Arthur’s eyebrows went up. “And you believe you’ll feel safe with me?” He pointed at himself.

“I do.”

Suddenly a smile broke on his face, and he looked… “Are you proud of yourself?” Sansa demanded incredulously.

“Hell yeah.” He said shamelessly. “That’s flattering as fuck, Red.”

“I can’t believe you.”

“Sorry, sorry.” But he was still grinning. “I didn’t mean to make this about myself. You were saying?”

Sansa rolled her eyes. “Oh, you don’t want to gloat a bit more?”

“I’ll save that for later.”

She snorted, then became more serious. “It’s nothing big. You’ll probably think I’m an idiot…”

“Sansa.” He chided. “Don’t say that, please. Remember what we discussed at the pub? Trust is important when you’re vulnerable, and expressing those desires makes you vulnerable. No matter how ‘big’ they are.”

She bit her lower lip. “I see.”

“And I am honestly happy that you thought of me.” His face softened. “Because as much as I was joking a bit before, knowing that you trust me so much… Yeah, it means a lot.”

She gave him a shy smile. “That’s good. I wouldn’t consider asking anyone else.”

“And I’m very much willing to hear it.” He frowned. “As long as you’re not asking me to take your virginity.”

That made Sansa scoff. “Kind of late for that. Why is that the limit?” She asked, curious despite herself.

“Way too much pressure.” He said immediately. “And I do believe you should do it with someone special. Unless…” He drawled with a grin. “You’re about to say you love me.”

She scoffed again. “No. No virginity and no feelings.” She took a deep breath in. “I think I have a praise kink.”

“You think?” He repeated.

“I’ve never tested it.” She pointed out. “And sometimes things are better in theory than in practice, but it’s always interested me.”

“It makes sense.” He conceded.

“It does?”

“Sure. You do like praise in general and you’re a good one.” He explained, clearly thinking about the situation. “Honestly, it’d be weird if you said you were into BDSM.”

“Yeah, no.” She winced. “I don’t want you to be my Christian Grey. I don’t want to have to call you ‘sir’, and I sure as hell don’t want to be punished.”

Arthur smirked. “Of course you don’t. You’re a good girl.”

“Hey!” She blushed.

“I see.” His smirk grew impossibly large.

“I’m sure you do.” She grumbled.

“And you really never tried this before?”

Sansa knew she needed to be honest with him about this, but it didn’t make this any easier to tell. “The first - and only - time I suggested it to a boyfriend, he took it completely out of the context I wanted, and he turned it into a dom/sub thing where I had to earn his approval. It revealed a very mean side of his.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” Arthur was frowning. “Who was the boyfriend?”

“Why?” She wanted to know.

“Just curiosity.”

No. The look in his eyes wasn’t one of curiosity. It was one that was promising someone a world of pain. “It doesn’t matter. It’s over and done.”

“It’s not. Because after him you never felt safe to ask again.” Arthur pointed out.

“I’m asking you, right?” She pressed.

“Okay…” He sighed. “No other experience?”

“That was a boyfriend that wanted to try some specific dirty talk.” She confessed. “But it was words of degradation and I hated it, every second of it.”

Arthur pressed his lips together, but said nothing. Sansa did not like the look in his eyes. “Can I ask his name?”

“Let’s not go there.” She hurried to say. “I just want to try this in a safe way. You don’t need to treat me like a princess or a china doll, that’s not what I want.”

“I get it.” He assured her. Arthur scratched his chin. “How do you think this would affect our relationship?”

Oh. Time to be careful. “I don’t expect you to date me, if that’s what you’re asking. It’d be more of a ‘friend with benefits’ kind of thing. However, I’d appreciate if we were exclusive for as long as it goes on.”

Arthur hummed. “Sounds fair.” He said slowly. “I need to think about this. Properly. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is. Take your time.” Sansa said, hoping her voice didn’t show the relief she was feeling. She thought he’d say no immediately. “I know I’m kind of springing this on you…”

“It’s fine.” Arthur said easily. “I’m surprised, not gonna lie, but it’s in a good way.”

“Is it?” Sansa frowned.

“You’re hot, Red.”

“Arthur.” She rolled her eyes.

“I’ll think about it.” He promised her. “But you do the same, okay? Remember you can change your mind at any time.”

“So can you.”

He just hummed again, but said nothing.

Sansa was happy to leave his place. This had been less horrible than she thought it’d be, but… Well, now she had to wait for his answer.

[wags-confessions]

Hi, So Ive seen the noise about Isabel and the rumours and so far here’s what I gathered.

Before this, I wanna say that the gossip about Isabel & Erling is hard to find because everytime someone spills, it gets deleted. There was this gossip page who was spilling THE TEA about them and it got reported by TeamHaaland(the guy who’s in love with Erling and who think Erling gonna come tuck him in at night and say thanks for being a boot licker (Erling dint even follow the guy).

Also the sources of gossip are from Bryne , so the people who spills conceals their identity to not get problems. Bryne people love to spill but like in secret (yk gossiping). Plus it’s gossip, use your reason and know to take it with a grain of salt.

1) lunasaksgard

This account is a troll. They always got Isabel’s age wrong. And also always changed their identity, they were Emma Brunes then and then suddenly they were a man. However, I do think that there’s something that happened between Emma B. and Isabel, they picked Emma B. as a false identity for a reason. And I have screenshots of an emmabrunnes account commenting about Isabel. So yeah , Luna isn’t the real Emma B., but the real emma b must have had some beef with Isabel. After all, if you gon pick a random person to impersonate, you wanna make it credible.

2) Gold digging and clout chasing

There was rumours on Twitter and Tumblr about her being a gold digger, even outside of Luna Saksgard tweets.

What fuelled the gold digging and clout chasing allegations are the random fan accounts that started to pop on Ig and Tiktok.

Account 1&2: isabelhaugsengj on Instagram and Tiktok (run by the same person).

Account 3: Isabelhaugsengjohansen1 on Instagram.

Account 4: isabelhaugseng on Tiktok (I think it belongs to the owner of account 1&2, because on Instagram the owner said it was their Tiktok account then they switched to isabelhaugsengj on TT).

The fan accounts really stirred up suspicions because they a) had a LOT of pictures b) isabelhaugsengj was followed by Isabel’s mom’s dog account. c) followed a lot of Isabel’s friends.

The fan accounts claimed to have gathered the pics from internet, Isabel’s friends account and her old vsco that has now been deleted. How could they have gotten all these pictures from her vsco when her relationship with Erling was a secret at the time? You mean to tell me that they download a random girl’s entire vsco just in time before she went public? Also what’s weird is that some of these pictures are impossible to find on the Internet, Isabel’s friends don’t post a lot of pictures of her, they know to keep her private. This is where things get weird, Isabel’s friends know to keep her hidden. They rarely post her and they make sure to not tag her on Ig stories. Also Erling is obviously very adamant to keep the relationship private. So Isabel’s being Erling girlfriend would also know this and also make sure that people don’t pay much attention to their relationship.

So riddle me this, y’all friend’s relationship is supposed to be super private. Y’all obviously know this, since y’all don’t post her often and make sure to not tag her. YET y’all with PRIVATE ACCOUNTS, are all followed by a fan page who literally post tons of pictures of your friend and her bf, and who’s post often has a lot of comments about the relationship, bringing attention to it. Mind you these account always switch between public and private so the friends can see what the fanpages post. And the friends have private accounts so they have to see who follows them and then accept the follow. Like come on now. It’s proof to me that’s it’s either Isabel behind these fanpages or that Isabel is in contact with the fanpages and feeding them content. In both case, she’s trying to get more public attention. She can’t do it directly since Erling don’t want to do she go through the fanpage.

3) Isabel being mean,rude, a bully and racist and a cheater

Racist: This I can’t tell for sure. Would I be surprised? No. The rumour of her being racist isn’t unheard of , many of the people I talked to have said they heard the same things. I remember seeing screenshots of someone who claimed to be the actual Emma B. (Not Luna and has denied being Luna). « Emma B. » had said that Isabel and her friends used to hit girls in training and had bullied someone for being black and fat.

Mean/Rude: Same Emma B. said it. Now apart from Emma B., I know someone (G) who’s friend with Isabel’s friends. That friend we will call her V. V said that Isabel is rude asf and even commented on her weight . Mind you V is « friends » with Isabel and Isabel called the girl fat unprovoked. Also V isn’t even fat. The rumours about Isabel being rude and mean is literally the most consistent thing of it all. Wether it’s V or randoms, they all say the girl is mean.

As for the cheating, I was told this by someone who knows the side boo’d entourage. I don’t think someone would make this up about her for free especially since the one who said it was a guy. I don’t know why a guy would lie about his entourage dating a footballer’s gf. The guy who said this is also a guy from Bryne who’s around Isabel age. People from Bryne are gossipy asf and will lay out everyone’s business for free. So yeah, I don’t think he would lie about his friend messing with Isabel on the low. Also it tracks with her being a gold digger, if she only wants Erling money and fame, it’s not surprising she goes for another guy when she can.

4) Isabel’s family & friends

Now, from G & V, Isabel’s mom has been bragging about Isabel and Erling dating and his money. Also, she’s the one who puts Isabel in football , Isabel don’t really like football that much (Bryne is a football town so I think it’s likely her mom knew that it would help Isabel mingle with the folks. This like social climbing 101 but I can’t say for sure. Maybe she wanted Isabel to do like the other kids). They also said Isabel’s mom was way too happy about Jan Eide and Gabrielle.

Now her mom is married to Jan Eide (Gabrielle’s husband) dad. Jan Eide is her step brother not blood brother and Isabel’s mom married the dad in 2018. So the anon who say the families knows each other very well, we don’t know for sure. Also, gold digging people aren’t screaming it on the top of their lungs that they’re gold diggers, especially not to their targets.

As for her friends, I know some gonna say « why would her friend (V) gossip about her. Bryne is a gossipy ass town. These people gossip a lot, and brags a lot. If they sit on hot gossip they’ll spill. Also, remeber that Isabel treated V badly. It’s not out of reach that people who hangs with her gets tired and speaks. V & Isabel are friends but it don’t mean V likes her much (especially since Isabel body shamed her). Plus people have surface friendships all the time.

5) Thoughts

That’s just me, but I personally believe that the rumours are true but there’s also jealousy at okay. Two things can be true. Both jealous fan girls and people who just here for the tea are exposing rumours about Isabel.

I deffo believe the gold digger and mean allegations. The fanpages and V really solidified it for me. Think about it, she’s not a model, an influencer, or a very famous wag like Antonela (Messi’s dream girl who he’s been in love with since childhood) or Georgina (modern day rags to riches Cinderella-ish story. Gio who also is « wifey material » and a hustler (insta modeling, brand deals , Netflix). So truly, what’s there to be a fan of? If there was a fanpage for every pretty girlfriends then we would never see the end of it. She’s not of those girlfriends with an outstanding sense of style (no offense) or a very unique look (Zoe cristofeli and her tattoos) she’s pretty but don’t have outstanding features, you can find dozens of girls that look just like her (once again no offense). I don’t buy it that she has fans. I dmed the fanpages once and they couldn’t even tell why they were a fans. They said « I wanted a positive place for issie/Isabel). Like they didn’t even give another reason (ie: she’s pretty/she’s nice/I’m a Haaland fan). They even said they not really Haaland fans. So you telling me that people really are that interested in a girl who’s basically not known (Haaland hides her) and who don’t do anything? Come on now.

Jesus that was a long read — you really took some time for this

[lindszeppelin]

Clearly you’re getting to a few folks so congrats there — not that it’s your goal because, as you repeatedly point out, this is your blog and you can say whatever tf you want and nobody has to read it.

Re the K&A eras tour spectacle… I’m gonna throw in my 2cents.

At this point I feel like about 80-90% of what I see screams PR setup with those two. But I’ll be completely blunt and say I don’t really know wtf I’m looking at. Isn’t that kind of the point? We are on the outside looking in so we don’t know what actually goes on between these two. We don’t know and we may never know — unless one of them spills the tea and that’s no doubt forbidden in such arrangements.

I have a feeling that when all this started it seemed like a fine idea for both of them. Austin probably very much needed to have someone around who could handle herself on a red carpet and wasn’t expecting a lifetime commitment (in that case, youth a definite plus). I believe they are both avid readers, they have fame and celebrity in common, they understand themselves as commodities of the entertainment industry, they both travel for work, etc. My point is they would have enough shared interests and work experiences to get along nicely, and even genuinely date.

Now, I ask you, how is a 20-year-old NOT going to fall in love with him in these circumstances? We’re all gaga over him and we’ve never even gotten to hold his hand, talk to him, sit next to him, or *gasp* kiss him. Austin isn’t an asshole (by EVERYONE’s account at this point except V), so I think he’s not going to be disrespectful or cold or rude or even withhold affection from her, cameras or not.

Even if this was always a “real” relationship, it could only ever be a rebound (from both V and Elvis). Because he had just painfully ended a NINE YEAR relationship and was coming down off the most intense acting gig of his life and rushing headlong into film promotion.

But the fact that he may have benefitted from the lack of challenge and longevity of an arranged situation at that time is exactly what may be so bothersome now. How can someone as young and privileged as K provide the kind of supportive partnership that a man of substance would require? He’s been through so much more than she has. I don’t mean to suggest that famous young people don’t have pain and hardship, too. But the difference in what he has endured and what she has endured is stark.

He’s a kind human, and he can no doubt truly enjoy witnessing a bunch of people have an absolute blast at the TS concert. Despite the few moments of PDA, he looked a lot more like a big brother escorting lil sis to the concert than he looked like a man swooning over his love. And anyone who has seen a few extremely vivid photos of him and V knows that K&A simply do not click on even remotely the same level. So however it started, whatever it is, it really seems to have a limited shelf life.

Bottom line: I have no idea because I’m not either one of them and it isn’t my life, or my business. In my case the only reason I’m even thinking about them this much is because there are things in my own life I am currently desperate to avoid. That’s okay, that’s kind of a great advantage of being a fan, but I feel like a lot of people do not know how to make that distinction. That’s okay too but when you come into anon asks and insult people, you’re fucked up.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

honestly MJ my darling, im just trying to blog normal stuff in between all these asks and it seems like its never ending lol idk how this ended up spiraling the way it did but well, here we are. since you took the time to send me a well thought out ask, im going to give you a well thought out response and let that be it for tonight haha

i don't know if i would necessarily say that the point is for it to be grey area. i think personally when it comes to a relationship you're either with somebody or you're not. you're either in love with somebody or you're not. there are nuances to each of those sides on the spectrum, but generally you will know without hesitation or doubt what you're looking at. and because they keep it teetering on grey area of "are they or are they not PR?" then that is deceptive. in my opinion. the idea in PR is to keep them in the media's eye whenever often.

i absolutely agree that in the beginning austin probably was onboard with the set of facts that he was given. i mean, how can you truly know somebody that you're with and know if you're going to like them long term when he was presented with the choice? he probably thought it wasn't a horrible deal - she gets press from being seen with the new it guy and breaks into the acting world like she wants, and he gets a girl on his arm for the red carpet stuff. she probably seemed unassuming, and i highly doubt he did not know anything about the crawford/gerbers. like i said, over the period of time you start to see for real who these people are and who you're dealing with. he might have been cool in the beginning to be in the PR thing, but then as time went on and he's spending time with her and her family then the gears start forming. and the "oh shit, im in a bind here" starts to crop up.

and yes you're right, what young person wouldn't want to be in that deal? she dates the hot new guy on the block and gets press from it, then moves on to the next. cookie cutter process. austin was only in genuine relationships, how the hell would he know that this would turn out to be a disaster (or ZIZZASTER as grandma lois would say). austin is a very nice guy, and to your point exactly, he would not be outright rude to her. does he walk away from her, wear a mask and disguise around her, and other such things he does as his own form of acting out? yes, i think it's safe to say that austin doing what he can to distance himself from her in a respectful way is his way of saying "i do not agree with this, nor do i want to be here".

you are also correct with this point - how can a young girl like her know how to provide and support a grown ass man of his caliber? she doesn't, simply. she has never dated anybody like austin before, and she is simply not experienced enough in life to know how to do that yet.

and big bro escorting little sis is right. i also saw it as he looked like her bodyguard hanging around while she does her thing lol. or babysitting gig. he is so sweet and lovely, i just want the best for him and it's clear you and so many others do as well. im so glad you took the time to message me MJ! I always value your incredible and thoughtful insights!

[ssreeder]

okay so this is leekie (hiiii) and here’s my comment bc ao3 is being a bitch and cut me off:

SREEDYYHY MY LOVE I MISSED YOU *picks you up and shakes you around like I’m making a cocktail using fancy bar equipment*

ZUKO MY BBY HES ALIVE AND WELL

n o. sokka my love Do Not tempt fate you and zuko WILL BE BOTH SAFE AND HAPPY AND ALIVE AT THE SAME TIME you’re probably just going to suffer a bit more before that happens…

ahh sokka with his achy hands.. we don’t want our boy getting arthritis before he’s even 18 </3

YAY sokka’s getting his insatiable appetite back, nature truly is healing (even tho ZUKO YOUR FUCKING MORON EAT YOUR STEW)

dad-chief and fatherlord buddies lmao

ohoho shen with his fire nation knowledge about fire nation hair and fire nation intimacy ;)))

“the teen was incredibly skilled at concealing his emotions” my oh my how we have Evolved from dramatic ass zuko in the show.. it’s depressing.

okay I’m interested in knowing about how you’re depicting cultural differences actually. like hakoda thinks that zuko looking him in the eye is a sign of respect bc that’s swt culture, but (at least I thought) isn’t it respectful to not look authority in the eye?? in which case, absolutely fucking iconic that zuko is being a defiant little shit and hakoda is like “what a polite young man :)”

“that’s why we risked it all” OHOHO WE DO LOVE A SNEAKY LITTLE TITLE REFERENCE

okay wait I lowkey love the zuko and shen dynamic it’s legendary

lmao not hakoda finding out katara purposefully got herself imprisoned

“why are you arguing with me?”

“because you are fucking stupid”

way to make a new friend zuko <3

OH NOOO SHEN DONT ASK WHY ZUKO KNOW WHAT THE CAPTAINS QUARTERS LOOK LIKE I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD

nooooo katara your father is very much being a father to your very much not dead brother don’t be saaaaaad

bruh imagine if jet had been allowed in the war meeting that would’ve been an entire fucking mess omg

why is reho talking about sex it feels so wrong bc he’s such an innocent little fool.. omG ACE REHO??? i love this for him

oh no jet trauma :((

FUCK we’re gonna have a zukka and jet confrontation aren’t we

*moment of silence for boots*

yeahhh we’re getting a zukka and get confrontation.

ik this is going to evolve into a Bad argument but it’s hilarious that zuko of all people is the one lecturing sokka about having a short temper (also, something something taking on each other’s traits parallels something something)

wheezing at jet discovering that zuko is the blue spirit omfg FUCKING HELL REHO DONT SPILL THE BEANS ABOUT ZUKO BEING A PRINCE DO YOU ACTUALLY HAVE DISHSOAP FOR BRAINS

holy shit reho whyyyyyyy

ah yes sokka when if doubt, tackle the love of your life so that you can annoy them into expressing their trauma

I swear to fucking god sreeder if you having zuko run away from the camp I will hunt you down

jet. jfc. this boy. needs to be put on a leash.

also FUCK the dai li, the dai li can EAT SHIT

ALSO jet and ara parallels???? earth kingdom nonbenders with immense trauma who send a message to an evil big boss man to tattle on where zuko is hiding????

LEEKIE!!!!

*hoping I make a delicious cocktail*

Ughhhh Zuko is starting to feel better which means some of his dramatic flare may return….

Haha Zuko & Shen have a weird dynamic of “I fucking hate you” but “we get along for brief moments”

Everyone thinks Zuko in Zhaos quarters is all depressing & yeah it kind of is but I’m pretttttyyy sure it’s only because he and Iroh had tea there many times. lol

Yay for ace Reho he deserves nice things sometimes.

Yeahhhhhhhhh…. Confrontation is on the horizon, so you see it? I see it.

(Something something you’re onto something like always)

Zuko is a flight risk, someone tie him to something, ignore his trauma. Lock him down.

*claps* omggg yessss!! Ara & Jet parallels all day, they are two peas in a pod and 85% of the readers HATE that pod.

Love you very much sorry it took me a million years to get back to you. <3

[saviourofzaun]

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SHIMMER INQUIRY | WOLFY

“Sil! Twenty minutes, and then dinner will be done!”

“Okay mom!”

Leaning against the door frame, she watched how Silco took off with one of his friends. He was growing so fast… She remembered the day when he was born. A benevolent smile curled up on her face, and a slow blink brought her back to that very day. A mother's love was a force not to reckon with. Despite anything, he was her light, her rock, her gem. She would give her life, just to see him thrive.

Deep in thought, she noticed an unfamiliar figure walking up to her. Blue eyes shot to the stranger, straightening her form. Another customer? She thought she was off for the day— She had promised Silco to take him for an evening walk. And, for a moment, she felt her heart sink slowly to her feet. That was, until presented with a bouquet of flowers. Blinking, she hesitantly took them from the other. “For me?” She asked, looking up to meet the other's gaze. A small chuckle was drawn from her pale lips. Leaning in, she wrapped an arm around the other, giving them a quick hug. “Why, thank you, darling~” She pulled back, and her expression softened. Her eyes fell back to the direction Silco had taken off to, letting out a small, content sigh as the other inquired about her son. “Why don't you come in for a cup of tea? I will tell you all about my Sil.”

She guided the other into the small, one-room flat. It was not big, but it would suffice. She put the flowers on the kitchen counter and prepared a cup of tea for the both of them, before sitting down. The flat was filled with the warm scent of stew slowly cooking on the stove. Leaving the door open, the woman sat down in her chair, right across the entrance, so she could keep an eye out, in case Silco returned, or if she had to call out for him again. Conversely, she fell in a coughing fit. Waving her hand as a means to tell them she was fine, she took a moment to recover.

“Sorry about that— I suppose I have caught the flue, or something.” She clasped her fingers together, glancing over at the stranger. Head tilting, ice blue eyes stared into the other's gaze. “You were curious about my son, right?” The moment that sentence spilled from her lips, a warm smile curled up. Glancing over her shoulder, she stared out of the door, expression softening. “I have to warn you; I can go on and on for hours about him.” A soft chuckle escaped.

“Silco is a good kid.” She began. “He is bright, witty, too sassy for his own good, and miraculously knows how to get his way. However, he is rather… stubborn. He calls himself 'determined', but the boy is stubborn.” The woman nuzzled into her own shoulder with her cheek, heaving a sigh. “My gem has so much potential. If he… stays here with me, I will crumble under the weight of this unforgiving environment. I… cannot allow for that to happen.” Her expression began to sadden a bit, eyebrows knitting into a light frown. “He promised me he would try to get into the academy of Piltover. He… he has to try.” Another cough escaped her, hands clutching around her mug before turning to look at the person before her. “He has a heart of gold. He wants to change the world for the better. And, I know he can.” Taking a sip, her gaze adverted down to the table. “He doesn't know yet, but with his twelfth birthday, I will surprise him. That is still two years to go, but by then, I will have everything saved up. A client of mine works at the academy, and told me the price for the tuition. I worked hard to get the money, so I can send Silco there.” Tears began to well up. Sniffling, she wiped them away briefly. “He has no future here. If I don't do this for him, I will suffocate him. I will try to visit him as much— And, I hope, he will do the same. But-”

“Mom!” Glancing over her shoulder, her expression fell. “Sil! You're bleeding! What happened.” The mother let go of her mug, cupping young Silco's face as she inspected him. “I fell…” He muttered, all the while he held something behind his back. “Silco…” A stern tone was given, pinching his cheek. His front teeth had chipped off, and his face was scraped. “What happened?” There was a pause, before the young boy glanced down at his feet. “Someone said something mean about you…” He muttered under his breath. “He called you a bitch… so I punched him…” He glanced up to meet his mother's gaze, eyes gentle and apologetic.

“Silco! You cannot go around and punch people!”

“But mom! He called you a bitch!”

“Language!”

“But mom!”

The two went on and on for a bit. Silco tried to justify his necessary base of violence against the prick who insulted his mother. He however, had to take the attention off of that. So, he presented her with hand-picked flowers he was holding behind his back all this time. With a (broken) toothy grin, he handed them to her. “Happy Mother's Day.” Another squeeze was given to his cheek, followed by a peck. “Thank you, my little gem. I love you.” Her voice gentle, barely above a whisper. “I love you too, mommy.”

Turning towards the other, she nudged Silco over towards them. “Now, don't be rude, introduce yourself.” With a nod given to his mother, he extended his hand. “Silco's the name, what's yours?” He then looked over his shoulder, blinking. “Are we still going for that walk you promised?” With a nod of the head, she affirmed it. “Yes, yes we are. Now,” Her gaze fell on the stranger, smile widening on exhausted features.

“Would you like to stay for dinner?”