#whos officially my fiancé now that's another thing that happened

[todaviia]

[anonymooseforever007]

I Know Him

(Platonic Alfie Solomons x step daughter reader) (Background Finn Shelby x Reader)

Summery: Alfie Solomons is in for a surprise one morning when his soon to be step daughter greets him with a hug. Which wasn't unusual in itself, but he never expected it to happen at Tommy Shelby's house... or while she was wearing Finn Shelby's clothes....

A/N: Hi Y'all! I don't think there are any TW's for this! I just wanted to write a fluffy and funny idea about Alfie realising his sweetheart's daughter is dating a Shelby and she's just absolutely oblivious to their past. Also as with all of my Finn stories both him and the reader are over 18. Enjoy! ❤️

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He was dreaming.

Yes, that had to be it. She couldn't really be here could she? It wasn't really her was it? Smiling to him at seven in the morning at his friendliest enemy's house? In..... is that the little one's shirt?

He had to be dreaming. There was no other explanation to it.

At least that's what Alfie Solomons told himself once he saw his sweetheart's daughter waving at him when he walked in the front hall of Tommy Shelby's house that morning. Not only was she waving, but she was practically jumping up and down in excitement when she saw him, eager to see the man who would be her stepfather one day.... 

"ALFIE!! Is that you!!! Hi!!! What are you doing here?! My mum said you had a trip this week!"

Bouncy Excitement? Speaking at sonic speeds? Criminal amounts of energy for this early in the morning? Almost falling face first on the floor in her rush to hug him?..... Yep. This was his Y/N.

Automatically, Alfie returned the hug, something he'd grown more than accustomed to doing with his fiancée's daughter. Especially when it had been a few weeks since he'd seen you. You were born when your parents were fifteen, and now twenty years later, you were in your second year at a university, halfway between London and Birmingham. Your father had tragically died during the war, and it had taken your mother almost a decade to start dating again. And if by a storybook miracle, she'd fallen helplessly for the single, "semi-retired", grumpiest neighbor in Margret, who often walked with a cane and whose only friend seemed to be his dog. Three years ago they'd met one day when Cryil had lost his collar and you had found him sitting pitifully under a tree....not even two gardens down from his home. But you hadn't know then, and believing the dog to have no family, took him back to your house. It wasn't hard either, as soon you held out your hand, Cyril was up, eagerly following his "new master" and it wasn't until the next day Alfie showed up, having heard the familiar barking. He'd been searching for Cyril all night, only to finally hear his yapping not even two doors down. Furious at the idea someone had kidnapped his best friend, Alfie had come over, knocking angrily on the door, with half a mind to take up his "old" profession. But when the door opened, instead of a grisly old bastard, Alfie was met with the closest thing to an angel he'd ever seen. It wasn't just her beauty, but her voice and the kind way she looked at him that captivated the man. And then when he looked inside the house he'd seen another young woman, laughing as Cyril attempted to sit on her lap in the small chair. And he wouldn't realise it until a few months later, but that would be a sight Alfie wanted to see every morning. A year later, he'd officially started going around with your mother, though the secret was well kept from any of his business associates. Alfie also saw the younger woman herself as his own child now too. He'd even taking to calling you "Shiny" after your sunny disposition. He wouldn't admit it, but Alfie definitely teared up, more than once, on the first day the couple dropped you off at your University. He also wouldn't admit how he'd never been more nervous than six months ago when he'd asked you for permission to propose. You had obviously said yes, but not before staring at him silently for six minutes with a gaze that could make any Shelby break into a sweat. Speaking of Shelbys ....

"Y/N why are you hugging Alfred Solomons?"

Alfie looked up at the stairs and saw not one, but at least four (and a half) different Shelby watching him from the stairs. Now he could have chosen to make fun of the mess that was Arthur's hair, but instead he focused on someone else. Because Arthur's hair may have look like a drunken bird's nest, but it was Finn Shelby who'd spoken.... And it was Finn Shelby wearing the matching pants to your shirt. So it was Finn Shelby who was currently in a lot more danger than he was five minutes ago. Truthfully, Alfie had only talked to the young man twice and hadn't been bothered by the quiet Shelby too much. In fact, he might even go as far to say the he favoured Finn the most because he'd talked to him the least. And the more the Shelbys talked to Alfie, the less he began to like them. But the sight before Alfie was enough to send Finn Shelby right to the top of the "excruciatingly painful death" hit list he promised your mother he'd "lost" long ago.

"FINN! Look! It's Alfie! I've told you about him haven't I?"

Finn himself was still half asleep, but he'd heard your surprised shout from the bedroom when you went to the bathroom and wanted to make sure you were alright. Only he thought he was still dreaming when he saw you embracing the man who had caused his family so much trouble before. Evidently, your excitement had been brought to more than one Shelby's attention and now he was standing with Arthur, Linda, Lizzie (holding Ruby), and John at the top of the stairs. All half awake and just as confused. Most of them were wondering if this was going to be another Grace situation.... But you hadn't noticed any of that yet. Hurrying up the stairs, you'd grabbed Finn's hand and brought the still tried younger man down to "meet" Alfie. Once the two men were situated in front of each other, you spoke the words that shocked both of them wide awake.

"Finn meet Alfie, my step dad. And Alfie meet Finn, my Boyfriend."

"STEP DAD?"

"BOYFRIEND!!!"

"Ahhh yes!! Isn't it great!! You two get to meet for the first time!! Ohh you'll love each other so much!!"

Oblivious to the shock of your companions, you bounced on the balls of your feet, eager for your favourite two men to finally meet. From the top of the stairs, John had rushed off to wake up Esme and Ada, while Linda was coaching Arthur through breathing again. Lizzie just sipped her tea silently as baby Ruby clapped at the drama. Finn stared at the floor, trying to process what he'd just heard. In the end, it was Alfie whose shock was broken first.

"No."

The bouncing stopped and it was your turn to look at Alfie confused.

"What do you mean no?"

"You're not dating him Shiny."

"Yes, I am." 

"No, you're not."

"Yes, Alfie I am." You said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

"You're dating him?"

"Yes!"

"Did they kidnap you? Are they forcing you to say this?"

"No?"

"You sure?"

"Pretty sure I'm not kidnapped?"

"He asked you out and you agreed?"

"He took me for dinner and a movie!"

"You agreed to be with him?"

"Eagerly!"

"You and him?"

"Him and I!"

"Him?"

"Yes! Isn't he brilliant!"

Eagerly, you looked towards your boyfriend who looked offend by the fact Alfie didn't seem to believe you could ever have any interest in him. Sure, Finn occasionally questioned it himself multiple times a day, but still. Though you payed no attention to his annoyance and wrapped your arms around your love, happily hugging him to yourself. Then you turned around facing your soon to be step father again, with Finn's arms still wrapped comfortably around your waist as they had been when you'd woken up that morning.

"Why?"

"What do you mean why Ally? He's brilliant! He's nice and strong and respectful. He takes me on fun dates and he listens to me. He lets me hug and kiss him whenever I want and he's not afraid to tell me how he feels, though it did take a bit to get to that part! He lets me hold his hand and steal his shirts and he doesn't mind it when I ramble a lot. And there's a whole bunch more too but that's just the tip. I ran into him at a race with my friends one day and we just clicked. Isn't it great! He treats me exactly how you treat my mom and I think that's brilliant! Finn's brilliant!"

Alfie froze for a second thinking about his options. On one hand you obviously knew nothing about what the Shelby really did for work and must not have realised what you were getting yourself into. On the other hand, you were one of the smartest people Alfie knew, and if Finn really did treat you like Alfie treated your mother, you'd know about his past by the second date... And you'd chosen to accept that. Alfie didn't know which idea scared him more. But right now he could see something else. You were happy....Very happy. Genuinely happy, in the fact you looked at Finn the same way your mother looked at Alfie... Shit you were in love with him. You loved Finn Shelby. And despite the sleep deprived confusion over the boy's face, Alfie had noticed the little spark in Finn's eye that lit up then he'd seen you. Alfie had seen the way Finn had pulled you slightly closer when you'd spun in his arms. You loved Finn Shelby and it seemed he loved you too. Shit. So despite his general distaste for Shelbys, Alfie did the last thing he wanted to do....But he did it for you. Because just like did your mother he'd do anything to see you smile.

"Well then gingersnap. If you treat my girl that nicely... then I guess it's alright to meet you isn't it?"

Somewhat begrudgingly, Alfie stuck his arm out toward the younger man. Finn stared at the arm, hesitantly, as if the moment he touched it, Alfie would pull him on to a knife. And truth be told, if he'd known it wouldn't make you mad, Alfie may have done that. But seeing your beaming grin, made shaking hands worth it. The hidden wince on Finn's face as Alfie increased his grip also seemed to get the unspoken message threat across. One tear from you and every peace deal between the families would be off. And all types of retribution would be fair game.... if your mother didn't get rid of Finn first that was.

 And finally it seemed Finn had processed your earlier words. He had also noticed your eager face and wanted to proceed with caution, careful of crushing your spirits. Obviously you'd mistaken Alfie for your real stepdad? The man you told Finn about so much couldn't possibly be the one who'd thrown his oldest brother in jail and betrayed Tommy every other weekend? Ada and Esme had joined the "observation deck"(second floor balcony) now, and John had gotten his gun incase things went south. Tommy was still no where to be seen.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah Finny?"

"You said this is your step dad?"

"Yes.... well technically not for a few more months, but the wedding is soon and he's basically already it!" 

"Right...but Y/N? You said your step dad was a nice older man who lived by the sea? He's a bit grumpy, but really sweet and likes to make model boats?"

"Yeah he does! This is him! You'll get along great!"

It was Alfie's turn to look slightly offended now. He wasn't that old, and it also occurred to him that while he told your mother about his "past" job, Alfie had never actually explained it to you. You genuinely thought Alfie was a retired baker. Sure, every now and then he'd tell you he was heading to London to consult another friend who was still in business, but that was it. And since you weren't raised in the big city, you really had no knowledge about Alfie's old job. Suddenly, he was dreading the imminent conversation more than ever before. 

"This is him? Are you sure?"

"Yep! I think I know what the guy banging my mum looks like Finny. Not that I ever see it...ew... but you know, Cyril doesn't get locked out of the master bedroom for anything!"

It was a good thing Alfie still had his beard because it helped hide the slight reddening of his cheeks and ears then. It wasn't that he was embarrassed about repeatedly making love to such a magnificent women, it was one of his proudest achievements actually...... but there was something about the fact her daughter knew that made him want to hide... just a little bit. Finn's face also turned red at the mention of Alfie's physical love life.

"Alright love, I believe ya. Just no more about his bedside manner alright? I don't wanna picture that."

"And I don't think I want you picturing it witchy."

"Finally!!," you cheered, clapping your hands quietly, happy both men finally seemed to understand what was going on. But then it brought you to your next question.

"Alfie?.... Why are you here though?.... oh please don't tell me my mum sent you to pick me up?"

"What no, your mum wouldn't do that...wait she knows you're here? What's she got to say about the lanky carrot top here? And how long has this been going on?" Alfie used his fingers to point between your shirt and Finn's pants, indicating what specifically the last sentence meant. Slightly tired of all the questioning you sighed. 

"I called her last night to tell her. It was too late to go back to my apartment and Finn said I could stay here. His brothers were fine with it too....ohh have you met them? I think you'd like Arthur! He likes boxing too, ya know!....but she knows. Also don't call him the lanky carrot top, that's mean. And it's been going on for almost a year now. Not the sleepovers, but the dating bit. We met right before summer break and you know....kept meeting up."

"A fucking year! Hell Shiny, when were you gonna tell us?" Alfie was shocked once again. You'd been dating Finn a whole year and hadn't mentioned it? A small part of him was hurt too, that you hadn't told him yet. He vividly remembered only a couple years ago, when you'd barge into his house looking for Cyril and just start telling him all about your day. Finn stood by just watching the observation, rubbing his red hair self consciously. It wasn't even that red, was it?

"ALMOST a year, and to be fair we hadn't make it official until a few months ago. I just didn't mention it because I wasn't sure if he was really into me or not....But he was, which is great! And I actually told my mom last month and she said I could bring Finn over next weekend maybe to meet him. She was suppose to tell you.... OHH WAIT! I have an idea!"

You were bouncing again, pleased with your new plan. Your mum said you could invite Finn to the house next week, and even though from your calls she seemed to like him, you knew she wasn't just gonna let him slide right into your bed....figuratively speaking. You were her only child and knew she wanted to make sure you were being treated right, so you figured she'd be a bit hard on him at first. When speaking on the phone last week, you'd also overheard her asking Alfie if he'd mind coming over early that day. You knew she wanted him around for a bit more intimidation. The big, dark, grisly figure standing in the shadows, while she interrogated Finn about his intentions. But maybe this unexpected meeting could work in your favour.

"This is great!! Since you and Finn have just met, and you seem to get along great, you can help me show him off to my mum next week! You can vouch that's he's as good as he looks!"

Alfie just stared at you.

There wasn't a single world in which he wanted to positively vouch for any Shelby. Especially one who apparently thought it was acceptable to get within ten feet of you..... without a shirt too. But then again, you had this slightly infuriating way of looking at Alfie. One smile and he was suddenly letting you paint fucking flowers on his fence to brighten the front yard or blowing up who knows what in his backyard. He really did give you too much power sometimes...

"You want me to vouch for him!"

"Yes, I mean you don't have anything against him do you?"

"Fucking actually..."

"What the hell is going on?"

Finally, Tommy showed up, his boots slightly dirty from the barn outside. He'd woken up early to check on the pregnant mare. Only he came back inside to find almost his entire family staying in the front hall, in their pyjamas, along with Y/N and Alfie. The latter of whom he didn't realise was up. If he'd known Alfie was awake, Tommy would have skipped the horse today. If only to insure Alfie didn't go rummaging around. On top of that, Alfie was shooting Finn a glare, hard enough to make Tommy shiver, not that he showed it. What his youngest brother had done to deserve that baffled him, but Tommy had some idea it had to do with the young woman grinning ear to ear.

"Well?"

"Oh! Morning Tommy! Have you met Alfie? He's my stepdad!"

Tommy's nose wrinkled slightly and his lips drew into a thin line. But his eyes went wide and his brows furrowed in confusion. That was probably the last thing he'd expected to hear that morning.

"What?"

This time it was John who spoke up from the top of the stairs, eager to see more drama.

"Yep Tom! This one here is the spawn of Alfie's soon to be missus! Isn't that something?"

Tommy looked at you, and then Alfie, and then you again, then Finn, and finally back to you. Not because he didn't like you, but because he remembered the past, Tommy glared at you lightly.

"Are you a fucking spy? Because I won't have you going around with Finn if you're going to be sharing everything to Alfie here. And you better tell the fucking truth."

Surprised and slightly scared by his change in tone, you took a step back. Despite his reputation, Tommy had always been nice to you, if not a bit reserved like he was with most people. So hearing his "boss" voice was a bit jarring. Annoyed by his tone towards you, Finn and Alfie both stepped forward, glaring at the man who had spoken. You stared in confusion at Tommy for a second, before shrugging and laughing like he'd told a joke.

"Spy? I'm not a spy. What are you talking about Tommy? That's a funny joke though. Y/N the spy.... na I'm a terrible liar. Can't keep a straight face for the life of me. But why would I spy on you for Alfie? He's got nothing to do with the races or any shipping company like you run. It wouldn't make sense for me to share all your plans with him."

Behind you, both Alfie and Finn were drawing lines across their necks with a hand. The universal symbol for "don't say a fucking thing, change the subject", but it may have already been too late. You had glanced behind yourself to see if Finn had liked your joke and noticed the cutting motions of the two men. Suddenly your eyes widened, and you started looking between Alfie and Tommy, and then Alfie and the rest of the Shelbys. It was like a light flipped in your head and internally, Alfie winced at what might occur. But once again you surprised all of them.

"Wait! Are y'all working together!!.... Oh y'all do know each other! Alfie why didn't you just stay that in the first place? I wouldn't have made you shake Finn's hand again. That's why you're here isn't it? Y'all have business together? Are ya partners?"

Alfie cleared his throat and prepared to tell you the inevitable. Sure, he knew he should tell you he was a semi retired gangster, but he was slightly worried when you learned, you wouldn't look at him the same way anymore. He was afraid you'd be a bit scared of him, and for all intents and purposes, Alfie didn't want his kid to be scared of him.

"Well, Shiny... yes we are working together. You see..."

"OHH I KNEW IT! Are you gonna start selling bread at the races? I think that would be a great idea!! Like alcohol is great, but it would be so nice to have a muffin or something too.... OH OH OH ... I know! Alfie you should sell your sugar rolls! Finn you have to try them they're so good....Alfie has this special apron he wears when making them."

Alfie groaned at the mention of the pink apron your mother had gotten him last holiday. You really were just revealing all his secrets weren't you? And he couldn't even wack you over the head like he'd do with anyone else.... Finn process your words and then stared grinning as big as you were. He loved it when you started to go off on a tangent. After all it was a brilliant idea too. Finn always got hungry during the races. He was always hungry in general, but the anticipation of what horse would win made him hungrier than usual.

"That is a good idea! I get hungry at those and they never have any snacks. Why don't we do that Tom?"

Tommy just furrowed his brows again, completely lost to what was going on. That was one thing he realised when he first met you. See Finn, when given the chance to speak, could jump from topic to topic within minutes and never seemed to go on a straight path. You did the exact same thing....but much much more. And while it was amusing to watch at times, it could get dizzying when you and your boyfriend went round and round in circles. And if they didn't stop it quick, this would be one of those times.... It was too early in the morning for that. So Tommy interrupted. 

"Yes! That's exactly what we're doing. That's why he's here. To make plans to sell bread at the races."

It was a lie of course, but even Tommy could respect Alfie's wish to tell you on his own time. Besides, it wasn't actually a bad idea. Alfie nodded his head in agreement like they hadn't planned on robbing a train last night. 

"Yep Shiny, you got us. I remembered you mentioning it once, and thought why not see if I could pitch the idea. Didn't know you'd be here though. Kinda ruins the surprise so just promise to act like you didn't know. Be as sightful as my half blind eye yeah?"

Laughing, your rolled your eyes at your stepfather's joke, before yawning into Finn's chest. The early morning hour was starting to get to you again. You really had only come to use the bathroom before noticing Alfie. Now you just wanted to get back in the warm bed for a bit longer.

"Deal, alright. I can keep my lips shut. But only if you also add the knot shaped chocolate pastries to the menu too! Those are my favourite."

Finn's stomach interrupted the conversation causing the both of you to laugh. Even the mention of food was enough to bring his appetite back. Turning to your boyfriend you hugged him again, revelling in the warmth you loved to burrow into. Standing on your toes, you reached up to whisper in his ear and he smiled softly before nodding back. You turned to the rest of the room and addressed Tommy.

"Welp this was nice, but can we go raid your pantry please? It's been at least seven hours since this one's eaten, so soon he'll start to shrivel up."

Good-naturedly, Tommy rolled his eyes, he knew it was Finn sneaking around the kitchen only three hours ago. He was the only one who closed up the bags of food he stole from by placing another bag over the messily folded edges when he couldn't get a knot tied in the dark again. Finn was also the only one who made peanut butter and pickle sandwiches, leaving the dirty knife and plate in the sink for the next morning.

"That's fine, you two can go off, Alfie and I here have to finish a few details for the deal."

Giving Alfie another quick hug, you and Finn headed off leaving the rest of the company in the main hall. His arm was around your shoulder and they could see you laughing at something Finn whispered in your ear. Alfie watched for a moment. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad. At least you hadn't stated dating Sabini's nephew.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

From the top of the stairs Arthur leaned over to John.

"Does this mean we can't slash his tires anymore?"

".....Eh probably."

"Fuck, was looking forward to that."

[babydollmarauders]

Do any reporters from Mondays game ask Jack about his engagement to dove that happened over the break 👀 🍿

oh my fuck, idk how i never saw this until now and i apologize for the VERY late reply 😭

but yes, once Jack was back to playing, one of the first things he was asked about was his engagement!

Amanda was the one who asked him after the game against the Kraken. it was the end of the interview, “before we go, everyone saw that post over the break; congratulations on your engagement! how does it feel to be engaged? and to someone you get to spend so much time with! most guys have to leave their wives or girlfriends behind for road games and hockey duties, but you get to bring yours along, how is that?”

Jack got so smiley and red cheeked, looking over at Dove across the locker room, who was sitting in John’s stall as he took his pads off, her lips moving a mile a minute as she rambled on to her older friend; John nodding along stoically meanwhile Dawson sat not too far away, practically sitting on the edge of his seat as he listened to the media manager speak, chiming in every few moments with necessary excitement.

“it feels great! i love my fiancée and it’s an honor to be able to spend so much time with her and share so much of my life with her. she understands the game and she understands the schedule obviously and it’s just great to be with someone who comes along on the road games, i sit with her on the plane, we try and squeeze in dates in different places every time we’re away, it’s really nice spending so much time together.”

Amanda grins at his answer, laughing as Jack jokes that maybe spending so much time together makes them a little too comfortable with each other.

“and you’re gonna be connected to Sidney Crosby now, how insane is that? as a young player, you’ve talked about idolizing and looking up to him as a player as you grew up, and now you’re marrying his cousin, who has spoken about him being like a big brother and almost like a father figure in her life, is that crazy for you to think about?” another reporter chimes in, but Jack just gives a humorless chuckle.

“no, not crazy. i’ve been dating her for a couple years now, so Crosby is just another guy to me. was it a little crazy at first to find out i was dating his cousin? sure. but i’ve known for a long time now that i would be connected to him for the rest of my life, it was just a matter of when it became official. so… not crazy to me.”

[blossom-works]

Home for My Heart: The Secret Life of Kylian Mbappe

Inspired by ArrDee’s “Home for My Heart”, featuring Cat Burns

Writer’s note: Since I’m a little self-indulgent, I’ve made the reader Asian 😁

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“What is this? It looks like a woman has come down to the field and is comforting Mbappe after his confrontation with ___.”

“If I didn’t know any better, it looks like she’s trying to calm him down.”

Like everyone else in today’s stadium, the two sport anchors are confused at the interaction. No one knows who this woman is and her relation to the star athlete. The woman, dressed in a warm, coat has her hands on Kylian’s face, making him look at her. Their conversation is inaudible. When this mystery woman did this though, she mistakenly shows off her engagement ring to the whole world. 

The camera that is on them zooms in on her finger. The crowd erupts (more than it already was). 

“Holy! Is this woman Kylian Mbappe’s fiancé?”

“I don’t know Aaron, but it seems the entire stadium seems to think so.” 

By now, hundreds of people have pulled out their phones to record and document this news. Some are recording what is being shown on the big screen and others who are close enough, are recording the actual (potential) couple. Sure enough, what solidifies everyone’s suspicion is a kiss being placed on Mbappe’s lips. The roaring of the crowd sends vibrations through everyone’s bodies. 

Kylian Mbappe heads back onto the field, mind cleared from seeing red, and takes his position as a forward. The woman, now known as “Kylian Mbappe’s Mystery Woman”, stands on the side lines with the Real Madrid coaches and manager. She internally thanks her subconscious for bringing her things with her when she went to the field. Even if her seat is in the VIP section of the stadium, she can bet that someone would want to snoop through her personal items. 

You do not know what ___ said to piss Kylian off so much, but that is the least of your worries. Due to his outburst, a press conference is going to be called for and reporters are going to want to know what your relationship is, and for how long you have been together. 

Never did you think that you would be dating the famous footballer, Kylian Mbappe, but it happened. He was on a family vacation in America and happened to stop by the gym you frequented with your sister and her husband. He came up to you to say how impressive your lifting was. You thanked him while trying to keep a straight face. You thanked the Lord that your face was already flushed from your workout, because you knew you were blushing. Being a football fan, you knew who Kylian Mbappe was. 

Kylian had asked you if you knew a place to go that was family friendly and recommended the aquarium in the city. Every time you take your nieces and nephews there, you guys end up staying at the aquarium for about five hours. One thing led to another, and you somehow agreed to have a brunch date the following day. 

When things got serious, you two had a night-long talk. 

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“Are you sure you want to continue our relationship?”

Four months have passed since you two agreed to start officially dating. Most of your dating life consisted of phone calls, FaceTime, and text messages. A total of six months since you two first met. When you agreed to date the athlete, you knew what you were getting yourself into. You knew your relationship would have more downs than ups. It was a risk you were willing to take. 

Recently, Kylian has been busier than usual. For about two days, you two did not talk to one another. Not even a text message was exchanged on his end. You do not blame him. Sure, it broke your heart a bit, but you know it broke his even more. Hence, the current conversation. 

Looking at his face on the screen, you can see how guilty he feels. 

Turning the question around, you ask “Do you want to continue our relationship?”

Kylian says nothing. Yes, he wants to continue dating you because he really likes you. He likes how patient and understanding you are with his lifestyle. Never once have you complained about how he is not able to spend a lot of time with you. Nor are you unreasonably asking him to go out of his way to make that time for you. He likes that you have so much love to give and yet, so sassy at the same time. You never miss a beat to tease him. Every time Kylian has something witty to say, you out-wit him. Your big heart is what made you choose to be a child life specialist. It is one thing you both have in common: a shared love for children. A thought he will not admit aloud, but it is an aspect that makes Kylian think your relationship can be permanent. 

Kylian’s prolonged silence signals that you should take the lead. 

“Look Ky, I get that you have a demanding job. You have to be in one country one day, and in the following days, in another. You have promotional work and all that too...So what?”

Your question catches the Frenchman off guard. 

“How many relationships have you or one of your girlfriends broken it off cause shit got a little tough? Sure, I wish you could have more free time, but that’s not the reality of things. The reality of things is that you are a busy man whether you want to be or not. I knew that going into this relationship.”

You continue ranting and then you finished off with this, “If everyone broke up because things got too tough, we would all be single.”

When Kylian reiterated that to his family, they already took a liking to you.

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Since then, you and Kylian have worked your asses off to keep your relationship going. It worked and you ended up moving to Spain and are now engaged. 

Thanks to his assets, you two have been able to date in secret. Kylian would rent out restaurants and other buildings. He would even go as far as to make the present employees sign an NDA along with whomever owned the building. Just like you, Kylian was persistent in keeping your relationship a secret, and to keep you in his life. But now that your relationship has been revealed to the world, you just know that this will test your commitment to one another. You only hope that you two can navigate through the scary woods. 

After a two-hour game, Real Madrid won the match 7-4. Kylian and his team are jumping on top of each other in celebration as the Madrid fans are going just as crazy. Your heart swells with pride. Especially since Kylian scored the last three goals. Every one of them was dedicated to you as he would run up to you for a kiss. He left you blushing each time. 

That night, Kylian posted his first picture of you two on his Instagram. The caption: “Donatello and his April ❤️”. 

One Week Later:

“Mon amour, regarde combien d'articles sont écrits sur nous.” Kylian shows you, his phone. Since the game, Kylian’s phone has been blowing up news about you two. Many journalists have been contacting him and Real Madrid to get some kind of a statement. My love, look how many articles are written about us.

Sure enough, Kylian has notifications popping up left and right. He has also been tagged in many posts and videos about the game. Hundreds of people are wondering who you are. Checking your Twitter, the top hashtag is “Mbappe’s secret woman”. 

Jokingly you say, “I guess we’ll have to up security for the wedding.”

Your joke did not resonate with Kylian. His brows are furrowed, showing his usual forehead wrinkles. Turning around so you two are chest-to-chest, you say, “Hé, tout ira bien.” You try to smoothen out the wrinkles, but the worry does not leave his face. Letting out a loud sigh, Kylian hugs your body, making you lay right on his chest. Hey, everything will be fine.

“No, it’s not. People are going to try to find out who you are and then target you. I don’t want the media following you around while pushing a camera to your face. I also don’t want you to lose your job because of me.”

“No one is losing anything, Kylian. Not you. Not me. We’ll find a way to get through this, okay? You and me.” Kissing his cheek you continue, “We’ve been able to keep our relationship a secret for three, almost four years now. We were able to keep things stable, and we can still keep things stable. It’ll just be a little hard for a while.”

Your words did not comfort the man, but it did pull him out of his pessimistic head. Thanking you, Kylian kisses the top of your head. Of course, sweet moments only last so long. Your stomach lets out a loud roar. Kylian lets out a deep chuckle. 

“Allons vous chercher quelque chose à manger.” Let’s get you something to eat.

Jumping up, you jog straight to the freezer and pull out a bag of pork dumplings with a beaming smile. Since you moved in with Kylian, you changed your diet to match his. Though, by not much since you were already eating a gut healthy diet. Since you got engaged, you gave up pork completely, but the Asian in you is begging for some pork dumplings. The chicken and vegetables ones are just not cutting it out for you. The wedding is soon, so you think that eating a few (or the whole bag) of pork dumplings should not affect how you look. 

Kylian rolls his eyes with a smile on his face, snatching the plastic from you and pre-heats the air fryer. Just as the machine beeps, Kylian’s eyes blow wide like he figured out how to make a working time machine. 

“Cherie? I think I have a plan to calm the press down.”

Two Weeks Later:

Lights. Camera. Action. 

On the sides of the streets are loads of reporters and photographers from all over Europe and even the USA. A red carpet has been set up with a backdrop of today’s sponsors. Footballers arrive in their nice cars wearing even nicer clothing. FIFA’s annual awards show has come to Paris, and people are going crazy. The best footballers, new and old, are going to be in one building where the best of the best get trophies.

Another big van pulls up to the curb and a group of security guards open the sliding door. Out comes Real Madrid’s one and only Kylian Mbappe. Clad in a classic dark brown, silk suit. One of his many Hublot watches is around his left wrist. But Mbappe himself is not what has the large crowd going crazy. It is the fact that the footballer turns around and escorts a lady out of the car. 

In a matching, formal dress you make your debut in Mbappe’s world. Officially. 

Taking the late Princess Diana’s tactic, you hold your clutch up to your chest to prevent any cleavage from being exposed. Dainty earrings and a necklace add some sparkle to your silk look, and your hair is neatly slicked back into a French twist. Makeup done to perfection to highlight your features. 

With a deep breath you wrap yourself around Kylian’s arm as he leads you to the red carpet. The bright flashes of the cameras blind you for a bit before your eyes semi-adjust to them. Kylian tucks you to his left, his hand never leaving your waist. Shaking your head to get your hair out of your face, you put on the best smile you can. The way you are holding onto your clutch, photographers are capturing the metals and diamonds on your finger. 

---

“Ky! Stop it! I’m doing the dishes here!”

“C’mon bébé. Let’s dance.”

“After I do the dishes.”

“The dishes can wait!” Kylian takes your hands out of the sink and pulls off the silicone gloves. His hips sway with the Spanish music as he leads you away from the kitchen island. You do your best to give him an annoyed look, but who are you kidding? Kylian’s goofy smile and stupid dance makes everything forgiven. Moving to the beat with him, you join the horrible dance. 

Twists. Spins. Dips. Weird arm waves. Pointing. And horrible singing. 

Kylian’s playlist went from R & B, hip hop, classical, rap, pop, and now cheesy love songs. The one people slow dance to. 

You two sway in a small circle within the privacy of your shared home. Dishes still in the sink, long forgotten. A table that still needs cleaning and floors that need sweeping. But all of that sinks into the back of your mind. Lost in your own little world with the man you love. 

“We should do this more often, Ky.”

“What? Dancing?”

“Yeah. It’s nice.” You say as you look up to him. You were not blessed with the “height” gene, so you have to look all the way up to Kylian. He has to tilt his head all the way down to make eye contact. If Kylian had to name the five things he loves about you, your height would be one. He just loves that you have to hop onto the kitchen counters to get something from the top, cabinet shelves. The menace in him sometimes hides the stool you bought just to see you “Spiderman”. It is even funnier and cuter when you pull the seat all the way up to the wheel in order to drive. 

Kylian kisses you square on your forehead. “Alright, cherie. We’ll dance more often.” 

As the song ends and another plays, Kylian asks if you can grab his phone on the edge of the counter behind you. Taking four steps you pause the music and click the “off” button. 

“Here you go-”

Holy mother of baby Jesus. 

Down on one knee with a ring box in hand, and a diamond that shines from the lights above.

“I used to not love anything more than football. Of course, there was my family, but my love for both was almost equal. But with you, I know that I love you more than football. Kylian Mbappe is known for many things, but I want one of them to be your husband. Épouse-moi.” Marry me.

---

When you decide that you have had enough of people taking your pictures, you signal to Kylian that you will wait for him at the entrance door. Kylian nods and sends you off with a good smooch to your lips (you wonder if people’s fingers ached from clicking the camera buttons of their devices). He makes sure that a couple of security guards follow you to the building. 

Clearing his throat, the Frenchman fixes his suit jacket. The cameras flash thrice as fast, and the screams get twice as loud. After a couple more photos, Kylian says goodbye to the crowd and makes his way to do one or two interviews. 

“Mbappe! You look great!” An interviewer compliments.

“Thank you. Thank you.”

“So, I’m guessing that the beautiful lady with you is your mysterious fiancé?” 

Smiling, Kylian confirms. 

“How long have you two been together? And why have you kept your relationship a secret for so long?”

“Well, you see, I don’t like to talk about my private life, you know? I spend a lot of time on camera and on the field, so I want to spend the rest of my time in peace. No cameras. No microphones. When I’m not out, I want to be with my family and the people I care about as me.”

“That’s very understandable and honorable of you Mbappe. Can you give me any information about your fiancé? Like her name and what she does?”

Kylian shakes his head. “No. No. No.”

“Oh, can you tell me anything about her then? I’m sure the world would like to know who stole Kylian Mbappe’s heart.”

Looking directly at the camera, Kylian says “She’s the love of my life. No woman can replace her. No woman. She means everything to me. If I had to choose football or her, I would always choose her. My family loves her, and I love her family. There’s no Kylian Mbappe without her. There’s no home without her. She makes everything I do worthwhile. She’s my best support and I will do everything in my power to protect her.”

The interviews awes into the microphone and before she can ask more questions, Kylian walks away. With a big smile he takes big strides up the stairs to meet your guarded figure. Re-tucking you into his side, you two disappear behind the glass doors. 

By tomorrow morning, the world went into a frenzy as pictures of you and Kylian waved the internet. Oh, and pictures of Kylian wearing a wedding ring too. That one got its own headline.

---

I’m really thinking about making an Mbappe series. Similar to my Hades series. Should I give into my delusions or should I keep it satisfied with this fic?

[simslegacy5083]

Not So Berry (Straud Descendants) Gen 9

Today's (8/30/2024) Episode: Preparing To Wed

Luigi woke up the day of his wedding still pondering what to tell his son about the watcher, but seeing Noemi refocused his priorities.

He gave his girl a big hug and a kiss good morning. “It’s taken us a long time to get here, but I’m so excited to finally make this thing official.”

“Honey” she replied laughing “I think, wedding rings or not, we’ve been “official” for awhile now.” She gave him a serious look. “I thought I’d feel jitters worse than before my first wedding, having had it fall apart on me once already, but I’ve been more and more excited to marry you every day.”

Her man gave her one last tender kiss and headed off to cook up some breakfast while she gave Skye a bath. “You are going to smell so nice for your sleepover with Auntie Isra and Uncle Rhys.” she told him. “E-Lee! E-Lee!” he cheerfully chanted, clearly looking forward to seeing his playmate, Elyse.

Once everyone was clean and fed it was time to deliver all the non wedding participants to their various temporary homes, as Noemi and Luigi would be heading off on their honeymoon immediately after the ceremony.

Their first stop was just down the beach to deliver Skye and Blossom to Isra and Rhys. Beau and Breanne had planned to host Blossom so she could visit her kitten, but Beau’s delivery of their new daughter Betty hadn’t gone as smoothly as that of his firstborn. He was still recovering from some post surgical complications, and Breanne bowed out of the added responsibility of another cat on top of a newborn, toddler, and ailing husband.

“Thank you, again, for taking both of them” Noemi told the pair as Luigi got everyone settled “Its our pleasure” Isra replied “I’m sure Elyse will love having a cat and especially a friend her own age around. She gets so frustrated that the twins are still too small to really play games with her.”

The couples next stop required donning their cold weather gear. Arriving in Galloping Gulch Amaya launched herself at the bride-to-be “🎶Someone’s Getting Married🎶” she sang “and I get to be in the wedding! You sure you can deal with that hot stuff?”

“All good” Luigi called back from the porch, rolling his eyes as he gave her husband a briefing about all of Roach’s preferences and fears. He was sure Noemi was likewise filling Amaya in on the needs of her “four-legged baby”, but he’d actually come to care for his little “mascot” quite a bit and wanted to ensure he would be well taken care of and happy until they returned.

With all their babies settled, the pair returned to the beach, arriving early to ensure their waterfront venue was perfectly prepared.

A couple special guests were there to greet them when they arrived. Neither Jack nor Peachy were going to miss their boy's big day and both were equally excited to be a part of the “prep crew”.

While Noemi filled Peachy in on Skye’s latest culinary explorations Luigi practically bowled his Papa over in his excitement to see him and tie the knot. “It’s really happening!” he cried, earning himself a fatherly grin. “Congratulations! Noemi’s a great gal, and it’s obvious you two are very happy.”

Once everyone had a chance to say hello Noemi headed over to the ceremony space to check that everything was setup correctly.

Luigi, who after much discussion had gotten his fiancée’s permission to film the whole thing, fired up Yoshi and headed down to a nearby fishing hole with his dads. They were collecting a fresh, locally sourced (and Luigi diet approved), seafood feast for dinner.

Luigi was all smiles as he helped fish up their meal. The general distaste he’d developed in young adulthood for getting up close and personal to the slimy denizens of the sea barely detracted from the joy he felt getting to spend quality time with his dada and papa once again.

When they'd decided they had enough fish to feed their guests it was time to turn their catch into something delicious.

Jack and Peachy met up with Anderson, who was providing the vegetable side dishes, inside the kitchen pavilion to get started on their contributions, while Luigi got his own dish started on the firepit before joining the others to whip up a fresh batch of Kava. 

His wedding day had barely begun and already Luigi was feeling on top of the world.

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Flowers Preview (Jack Harlow x Reader, former Joe Burrow x Reader)

After the intense break up from your superstar NFL boyfriend, you swore that you would never put yourself in such a vulnerable position again.

The cheating, the lying, him sneaking behind your back was a thing of the past and you didn't plan on going back.

You could buy yourself your own flowers and didn't need a man to do that.

Especially one that only bought you them with an expensive piece of jewelry because he had cheated once again.

"Baby, it won't happen again, I promise."

So you did give him a second chance and one again he blew it.

You blocked his number, blocked him on social media, and made sure that he gave you back your key to your condo.

You were content with being the rich Auntie who got to travel the world and would bring back expensive gifts for everyone while dressing celebrities in your latest designs.

That was until you were asked to style Jack Harlow for The Grammy's.

You had heard of him and was quite a big fan, so obviously you were excited.

It was hard to break into this industry and the one thing you could thank Joe for was helping you do it.

What you didn't plan on was becoming Jack's girlfriend and now fiancé and Joe getting the sudden realization that he wanted you back.

All because you and Jack had gone public with your relationship.

"Y/N, come on. Just give me one more chance." Joe pleaded with you at your doorstep at 1 in the morning.

"You blew the two chances that I gave you so what makes you think you deserve another one?"

"I love you, doesn't that mean anything?!"

"No. Not when I'm in love with my fiancé. Face it, you blew it and whatever this was at one time is officially over. Now get off my doorstep before Jack wakes up."

I can buy myself flowers

Write my name in the sand

Talk to myself for hours

Say things you don't understand

I can take myself dancing

And I can hold my own hand

Yeah, I can love me better than you can

[crazyk-imagine]

Gym Crush

Pairing: Benny Miller x Gym crush!reader

Characters: Benny Miller, William "Ironhead" Miller, Francisco "Catfish" "Frankie" Morales, Santiago "Pope" Garcia, Gym Crush!reader, Samantha (reader's friend)

Warnings: Fluff, cursing (briefly), gym, gym things, reader is a trainer and trains with her friend, I'm sad, I know gym things because of work, Benny is like horny but also not, Frankie is a tired old man, Santi a big flirty hoe, I feel like Will feels like he has no personality :(

Word Count: 1,959

A/N: Not gonna lie, while writing this... I had a thought. This is the first part of the non-official series/ universe for the TF boys called (in my mind) "Gym World"

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The boys, Will, Santiago, and Frankie have always known when something’s up with the baby of the bunch. It’s hard not to.

It consumes him until he barely has anything left to offer. That’s why they knew this was something different.

Instead of running to the woman (he deems to be the woman of his dreams) he, instead, runs from her. Or, in better words, avoids her entirely.

Ever since they came home after their last mission, they’ve been living their lives the way they want to… or at least Frankie and Santiago are.

Will is slowly working a little more on himself, not wanting to scare off anyone else in his life like he did with his ex-fiancée.

And now, Benny’s life mainly consists of working out, preparing for his fights while working at his annoying side job as a convenient store clerk.

Today was no different for him, train and then go out for a celebratory drink.

Usually with the way he acts when he sees you, none of the guys want to come with him anymore and it makes sense since he’ll either stare while you work out and he thinks you don’t notice (you do) or glance in your direction and check to see if you’re getting closer, wanting to try and ask you out (never happens).

Will shakes his head, “you’re shameless.”

Benny hangs from the pull bar, smirking at his brother. “Better to be shameless.”

“Then?” Frankie chimes, finding himself intrigued.

“Nothing, just better to be shameless.”

-

"He's back." You move your headphones over your ear to hear your friend, Samantha better. "What'd you say?"

She purses her lips, "you know exactly what I said."

You smirk, "no I don't."

She groans and throws her head back. "Why are you like this?"

"Like what?"

"Next is the rower."

Your cheeky attitude quickly falls from your face.

Samantha points at your fallen expression and starts laughing.

Benny hides his humor when he sees you stomping over towards the rower.

You pout, strapping your feet in, “I hate this!”

She smirks, “I know! But we’re gonna do,” Samantha pauses, thinking about how bad she should torture you. “Three reps for five minutes with wall sits as your forty second break.”

Your eyes widen at her words. “No.” You shake your head, “nuh uh. No way.” You start to remove the straps.

“I have four back-to-back clients in an hour, and I need to be able to crawl and not walk.”

-

He drops down from the bar, wiping himself dry with the towel he keeps nearby (curtesy of Will).

Frankie nods to the older Miller, “you go get him, I’ll deal with Benny.”

Will sighs and runs after Santiago who’s trying to flirt with some of the other girls around. They’re not going for it, and he doesn’t want to have to talk to another security guard because his friends an idiot.

The younger Miller takes a step forward only to be stopped. “Ben, your fights in three hours we need to go.”

“I-” he sighs, glancing back at you. “Yeah, alright. Let’s go.”

-

The next couple of days are quiet and you don't see much of “your” mystery guy, it makes you a little sad to be honest.

And then, there he is, as if he was reading your mind, he shows up with the other guys he’s almost always with.

"Guess who's back to cure you of your depression?"

You roll your eyes and shake your head, shoving Samantha away from you. “Stop it.”

She chuckles as you head out of the employee office, grabbing your phone on the way out. “I’m going to work out while I wait for my next client to arrive.”

She nods before heading out.

‘Maybe today’s the day.’ You can feel his eyes on you. You continue to think about what to do while stretching. You catch his gaze in the mirror and a decision’s been made.

Santiago smacks Frankie’s shoulder when he sees you coming closer. “What?”

The latter turns, “oh shit.”

“What’s going on with you two?” Will asks, glancing between the two of them, waiting for an answer.

Santiago points to the space in front of Benny.

He doesn’t see you there at first, focusing on finishing his last set before getting off the machine he was using. “Oh shi-”

You chuckle, crossing your arms. “Hey, there.”

“Hey.”

“I noticed you’ve been staring at me for a bit. You got something you want to say?”

If he were a cartoon, his eyes would be as wide as his head followed by a nosebleed. “It’s- it’s not like that.”

“Then what’s it like?” You cross your arms. “I’m thinking you’re planning something hinky and quite frankly it worries me-”

His eyes widen even more. “No, no. I mean- I just- I didn’t mean to…” He pauses when he sees the way you try to hide your laughter. “Oh, you’re messing with me. Awesome.”

“Sorry, it was just too easy not to. But seriously, about the staring. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, sorry. I- you’re really,” he gulps, “good.”

You raise a brow.

“I’m just saying, I don’t normally see people pushing themselves as hard as you do… or when your friend does.”

You chuckle, “that’s true. But it’s not really anything worth admiring, it’s your average trainer workout”

“Well, I can tell you that you do a damn good job. I’m impressed.”

“Well, consider me flattered. A handsome guy like yourself, commenting on my workouts, kind of makes a girl want to ask said guy for his number and make him her workout partner.”

He glances behind him before pointing at himself, earning a nod from you. “You’re serious?”

“I don’t joke about these kinds of things,” you pull yourself up on the pullup bar, something you’ve noticed he goes on more than anything here. “Which is something you’ll learn about, the more we talk.”

He’s never pulled his phone out of his pocket faster than he did right now. “You want to hand me your phone?”

“You’re gonna do this one handed?”

“No, I just wanted to try and impress you.” You jump down and smile at him.

He is more than willing to offer his phone to you. “I sent a text to my phone so now you have my number.”

“Great.”

“If I don’t hear from you before nine tonight, I can’t promise I’ll be as speedy with my responses.”

“So, I should text you now?” He jokes.

You shrug, “whatever you think is the smartest decision.”

The dopey smile on his face never leaves even after Santiago starts teasing him again. “Wow, I never thought you’d ever talk to her and look at you, you didn’t burst into a puddle of desperation.”

“Can I hit him?”

“No,” Will shakes his head, “you can’t, Ben. You know that.”

“She’s coming back.”

“What?” He whips around and almost bumps into you. “Hey, you’re back.”

“I am. I’m impatient and I want to go out with you.”

He owlishly blinks, trying to get his brain to move faster so he can understand. “Really?”

“Yeah. My friend would say I’m acting desperate and insane for asking the weird guy with a staring problem out.”

He scratches the back of his head, “you guys caught that, huh?”

You pinch your fingers together. “Little bit.”

“And you still want to go out with me?”

“Don’t read too much into it. Text me when you’re done here and when you’re free later.”

You turn around and walk away, leaving the Miller, Santiago, and Frankie speechless.

“I never thought I’d say this this,” Santiago pats the younger Miller’s shoulder. “Can you teach me how you- show me your ways, wise one.”

Benny shrugs him off, pushing him away from him. “Shut up.”

“Guess we’re done here?”

Frankie glances at Will. “What makes you say that?”

“He’s going home to shower and then call her so he can finally go out with her.”

Santiago shrugs, “I mean, I guess.”

“He’s right. If you two aren’t done, you’re on your own.” Benny throws his bag over his shoulder. “Come on, Will.”

-

You hit the call button, “Sammy!”

“What?”

“I did it.”

“I know you did; I was there.”

“I don’t know what outfit to pick you bitch.”

“How do you even know he’s going to call? Stupid question, I know. Moving on. Do you want to look slutty or a little conservative?”

“What makes me look better? Slutty or not slutty?”

“Where’s he taking you?”

“I don’t know.”

“How am I supposed to help you pick an outfit when you don’t even know where you’re going. I’m hanging up.”

“Wait- no.” You groan and are about to toss your phone down onto your bed when you get a text from Benny.

Hot Gym Guy

‘Wear something comfortable I don’t know if I already told you where I plan on taking you it's not gonna be some anything too crazy’ 4:36pm Sent Read

You smile holding your phone just a little closer to you.

Eye Candy

‘It’s like you knew what I was thinking’ 4:38pm Sent Read

‘Makes sense seeing as you’ve been watching me over the last few months every time you were in the gym’ 4:38pm Sent Read

He chuckles hoping this is going to be a good start to the date. He’s happy he kicked Santiago and Frankie out of the house now and thankfully Will had other plans.

Now he's debating calling you to invite you over or take you out to a restaurant followed by you coming over, not for anything that would be normal for his past self (as the other guys would say).

Hot Gym Guy

‘Would you rather do something fun and casual at my place or something new and different at a restaurant?’ 4:41pm Sent Read

You don’t think he has an ulterior motive because you know that he’s being genuine and asking you so you’re not uncomfortable.

Eye Candy

‘Are you a good cook because if not I think should go to a restaurant’ 4:43pm Sent Read

‘Not to offend you, I’d like to not have food poisoning tonight’ 4:44pm Sent Read

‘We should*’ 4:45pm Sent Read

Hot Gym Guy

‘I could whip up something decent and if it’s not up to your standards then we can either go out to a restaurant or have something delivered’ 4:46pm Sent Read

‘It’s up to you.’ 4:46pm Sent Read

You shake your head, even though Sammy really thought that he was creepy; turns out he’s really the sweetest guy you've ever talked to.

Eye Candy

‘Send me your address and I’ll tell you in person’ 4:51pm Sent Read

You knock on the door and wait.

The door opens less than a minute later. “Hey.”

You smile. “Hey.”

“Have you,” he clears his throat. “Have you made a decision?”

“I hope you're as good a cook as you are handsome.”

“Oh, baby. You have no idea.”

-

And let’s just say the next time you guys went to the gym (together, of course) everyone you knew was thanking all the gods that you two finally got together, until they realized that your guy's fawning was going to be ten million times worse because you’re together.

"Another day of him staring at her," Frankie comments, watching you two.

"How long are we going to see this?" Will asks, working on his bicep curls.

“I don't want to see him drool again; I'm going over towards the smoothie bar." Santiago walks away.

“I don’t know but I think we need to go back and grab Santi before he does something stupid,” the ex-pilot tells the older Miller.

“For fucks sake,” Will grumbles, putting the weights back in its place. “Let’s go.”

-

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The Hills Have Eyes

A Dieter Bravo Story

Dieter Bravo x f!bestfriend reader x oc wife

A/N: so idk why Dieter decided to infiltrate my dreams last night but am I complaining? NAH cause here comes yet another idea that is going to rot my brain away! Y’all are gonna have to be patient because I don’t intend on having the first chapter out until July (the latest) also, face claim for Dieter’s wife is Aubrey Plaza. They give me bi panic, okay? 😰 The plot is plotting for this one and honestly? I’m so fricken excited (my other WIPS are not excited however)

Summary: Dieter Bravo has been your best friend since you were kids. He was your first kiss, first everything. He was your prom date and most definitely your first love. Dieter never grew the balls to officially ask you out. After graduating senior year of high-school together, Dieter dives head first into Hollywood. He lands a breakout role and he’s all that the tabloids can talk about. Years later you’re soon to be married to your long term boyfriend, until you catch him in bed with one of your own friends. Heartbroken and seeking comfort, you reach out to Dieter, who graciously invites you to his home tucked away in the Hollywood Hills. The second you see a ring on his finger, your heart sinks. Is everything all that it truly seems?

Warnings: angst, pining, heartbreak, typical Hollywood scandals, Dieter is in an open relationship with his wife, things get messy and complicated, drinking, drug use, paparazzi invading privacy, FWB, excessive partying, eventual smut, toxic relationship sprinkled in here and there, Dieter isn’t unhappy in his marriage, he just feels like there’s something missing, reader has never been exposed to the Hollywood lifestyle before, (+18) minors dni! I will add more warnings if necessary! My brain is blanking so I’m sorry if I missed some!

Sneak Peek below the cut

“You’re married?” Your heart sinks deep in the pit of your stomach when you see the shiny gold ring on Dieter’s ring finger. It shimmers in the light and he looks down at it like he’s never seen it before.

“Oh, this? Uh, yeah. I am married.” He shrugs like it’s the most casual thing that he could possibly say. “Does that surprise you, sweet cheeks? Don’t fret. My wife and I are in an open relationship. You wouldn’t believe the amount of Hollywood couples that are totally banging friends and strangers left and right. It happens way more often than you think.” He winked.

“Where is your wife now?”

“Morocco? Spain? Dunno actually. Last I heard she was in Greece. We really only see each other for big events and shit like that.”

“It doesn’t bother you..or anything?”

“Bother me? No, not at all my sweets. She does whatever she wants, with who she wants, when she wants. As long as it stays private. I do the same. It’s a win win situation babe.”He gingerly brought his arm around your shoulders, giving you a warm side hug as he gestured for you to follow him into his extravagant home. “Enough about me, my dear. I’ll make us some drinks, and you can tell me all about that no good rotten son of a bitch ex fiancée, and that backstabbing cunt of a friend. Extra dirty martinis makes everything better, baby. Trust me.”

This summer with your best friend, was about to get extra interesting.

[sparklingmusicofstars]

Hamefura romantic's progress

Hi everyone I was thinking about it for a long time and now we will talk about everyone's romantic's progress recently.

1) Geordo

Geordo is without any doubt the one with the most sweet moments, he kissed her a lot of times and we even had a chapter and some bonus stories on his feelings so I used to see him as the man lead but...in the chapter 5 in the light novel 13 Geordo ended up banned from the Claes House because he forcibly kissed Catarina out of jealousy so maybe the author wants to let the others have some moments too or maybe it will be ignored in the next novel. So there are still some chances. But Geordo is first for the time being. So don't worry Geokata's fans.

2) Keith

Keith is still behind Geordo but he doesn't really make any progress, he protects Catarina from Geordo and scolds her but that's all. His sweet moments seem a bit minors too. But at the end of the light novel 13 he seemed quite imposant while talking to Geordo so there is still some hope for him. But Keith is still shy about it so maybe the next sweet moments will be a bit late for him but he still have the avantage of being one of the only ones who confessed to her and he have their father's cheering. For the time being he is still mom zoned.

3) Maria

In the late volume Maria seems to have make some progress and even glared at Cezar, a royal, because she was afraid he will take Catarina to another country as his fiancée. And Catarina saved her from Sarah and some thugs but I don't think we have any sweet moment. I think she only glared at Cezar because she wants to stay by Catarina's side and if she is married to a foreign royal, it will not be possible anymore. Moreover she realized that Cezar is interested in Catarina. Still I personnaly see her as Catarina's personal bakery in my mind. But now she is protected at the Ministry of Magic so I don't know if we will have any sweet moment soon.

4) Raphael

I had a hard time to choose but it seems that Raphael is suprisingly one of the person who makes to most romantic's progress. I was suprised, generally we don't really mention him but in the last volume we talk about him a lot at the beginning and at the end of it. With Catarina blushing at his praise, thinking that if he was serious there would be no women resisting him, him worrying sick about her and agreeing with Laura when she said Catarina was too cute so a foreign prince could fall in love with her at first sight. What's more, the mysterious man Cezar and Catarina met is heavingly suspected to be his father, Marquis Dieke. So maybe the plot will be focused on Raphael for a while... Maybe the author felt bad for leaving him out ? For the time being Raphael seems to be seen as a love interest again so he still has his chances.

5) Cezar

The last volume was mainly focused on Cezar, we learn at of things about him and he was officially introduced as one of Catarina's love interests and he has Jean on his side , who now definitely wants Catarina to choose Cezar. Cezar is still in Sorcier at the end of the volume so I don't know if the story will still be focused on him or if his moments will be minors again. What's more we still don't know if Cezar will pursue Catarina even after what happened with Geordo or if he will try to contain his feelings again. Catarina doesn't seem to see him as an ordinary friend too... But I guess his position will depend of the next volume. He is a prince after all so he can rivalised with everyone.

6) Sora

Sora seems to have at least one sweet moment per volume and it's generally at the Ministry's gate. He is slowly but safely making progress. Catarina seemed to have big brother zoned him. But in the volume 13 he almost didn't appear .Maybe because it was mainly focused on Raphael and Cezar. But in the light novel 12 he is the only one to know a bit about Catarina's secret and biggest fear. He is also one of the only ones who know more or less Catarina's relationship with Cezar because the two of them wanted to save Catarina during the kidnappings at the Harbor ocean. So he still has his chances. Maybe an another rival will help him to step in. Anyway, for the time being he doesn't make any significant progress.

7) Alan and Nicol

Alan and Nicol unfortunately don't have any sweet moment since the light novel 11 where they got only one or two which are minors. Maybe they will have more sweet moments in the next volumes, who know ? But now they don't appear much and not with Catarina alone, so they should stand up a bit. Maybe the commotion with Cezar will help them. So don't stop cheering for them.

8) Mary

In Mary's case Catarina only seems to see her as a friend so we rarely ever have any sweet moment between these two. But Mary still gives her best and work hard for it. And of course protected Catarina from her others rivals.

9) Sophia

Even if Sophia is in love with Catarina, it seems that she isn't seen as a romantic interest anymore. She is seen as one of Catarina's best friends and Acchan's reincarnation. So we don't have any romantic progress with her but she still cheers up on her brother and wants to help him, we have a lot of funny moments with her and she is quite important in the plote too.

No ranked) Aaqil

The new character and love interest, I feel like I shouldn't ranked him yet since we only see him in the movie (and of course the light novel of the movie) but I don't think we should forget him. He seems important and I'm sure he will come back soon. And I love how bold he is, kissing her hand in front of everyone and even call her his "ranyamu" alias "beloved". I thought "How bold of him" He swore he will come to Sorcier again to meet Catarina so we can look forward to it.

The secret target :

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Don't forget that it is only for the time being so It can changes anytime. Keep on cheering your favorite one !

[princessamericachavez]

The waking up, having forgotten and remembering the full extent of what forever is

6x17 Spec (AO3)

“Okay, so, a couple years ago, we were responding to a call and then he got... he got shot, right in front of me... in the middle of the street... and out of nowhere, he almost died.” “So he had his very own brush with death,” Natalia’s eyebrows arch. “Cool.”

“Hey, are you alright?” Natalia asks, snapping Buck back to reality. 

His coffee’s gone cold. He looks at the cup, shyly, then back at her. To be honest, Buck is far from fine. He’s exhausted. The day was long, the calls were complicated, Eddie was acting off, Chim was stressing out about proposing to his sister like they aren’t already practically married anyway, and all he wants deep down is to go home, take a shower and sleep twelve hours straight. 

But he’s been pushing back this date with Natalia for almost a whole week now (not his fault, just STUFF that kept randomly happening and getting in the way because the Universe will not give Evan Buckley a single break) and he didn’t want her to think he was ghosting her or something. So now he’s here, staring at a cold coffee cup, thoughts far away. 

“Sorry, yeah. I’m- I was just thinking about that call, from this morning...”

“The proposal,” Natalia guesses. 

Buck nods with a heavy sigh. 

“The sky diver... You know, I actually told Chim to do that last week?” He asks, dread filling him up, but shakes the idea as quickly as possible. “I just- I keep thinking about that guy. He was in love, he had every single reason to survive, to live for... and he just, he didn’t make it.” 

Buck still remembers the man’s ribs cracking under his palms, his fiancé’s sobs somewhere across the street, Bobby’s hand on his shoulder forcing him to stop. He’s gone, kid. 

“It’s just death,” Natalia says, gently. “Most people who go there don’t come back.”

“Yeah, but I did,” Buck says, a little too sharply. “I- I came back, I got a second chance. Why didn’t he? He had so much to live for...”

“Didn’t you?”

Buck blinks at her. He thinks of endless hospital hallways, of a thick glass wall, of his own face filled with every cruel word he’s ever said. He thinks of the words Bobby Nash is dead, and a Diaz-shapped hole in the world. 

“Yeah, I did. But-”

“But he had more?” Natalia guesses. 

Buck shrugs. “Maybe. I don’t know. I just- It doesn’t seem fair.”

“Death isn’t fair, Buck,” her eyes sparkle as she speaks, like they do every time they broach her favorite subject. Which is, if he’s being honest, every time they meet. “Death just is. And everything else, well... it doesn’t matter.”

“It has to matter,” Buck shakes his head. “There has to be a reason.”

“A reason he died? Or a reason you survived?”

“I don’t know. Both? I just- I wish I knew, you know? I wish I could tell for sure why I’m still here.”

“To share your wisdom with me?” Natalia teases and it manages to make him chuckle, though even he can tell the sound is far from happy. 

“Maybe. Maybe that’s why.”

Maybe he came back to meet her, to know her, to love her and be loved by her, to finally get it right. Yeah. Maybe. It doesn’t feel entirely right, though.

“I just hate how random these things are, you know? This guy did everything right, but he just flew across a bank robbery car chase, and... just like that, his life was over.”

“In a flash?” Natalia asks, arching an eyebrow, easily guessing where Buck’s thoughts really are. And he’s slightly embarrassed, because he really should know by now that he’s not the center of the universe, but he can’t help it when these things affect him. 

“These things just keep happening when you least expect them.”

“These things... plural?” She asks, eyes a little eager again, clearly guessing he’s about to mention another brush with death. 

“It’s like- like when Eddie got shot,” he says. “You- you know Eddie, right, my best friend? He- he was at the call at Marie’s funeral, when we met,” he explains, which really shouldn’t be necessary because even if they haven’t officially met he knows he’s mentioned Eddie more than once to Natalia. What did you do today? How did you day go? So where were you on the weekend? The answer always leads back to Eddie and Chris. Still, Natalia has the good grace to nod along. “Okay, so, a couple years ago, we were responding to a call and then he got... he got shot, right in front of me... in the middle of the street... and out of nowhere, he almost died.”

“So he had his very own brush with death,” Natalia’s eyebrows arch. “Cool.”

The word rips through him like a bullet, like lightning, it knocks the air out of his lungs and fills them with something akin to acid. 

“Cool?” He says, voice low and slow and angry. “Eddie almost dying wasn’t ‘cool’, Nat. He was bleeding out in the middle of the street. I had to drag him out, I had to beg him not to die on the way to the hospital, he- he could’ve died. For real. Forever.”

“But he didn’t, just like you.”

“It doesn’t matter! Just- just because he survived it doesn’t mean it’s nothing!” 

And just as he’s starting to feel awful about raising his voice, something shifts in Natalia’s face. A small, victorious, smile blooms across her face and her eyes shine with a new kind of excitement. And, just like that, it comes crashing down on him. 

“This... this was never a date, was it?” He asks, voice hoarse. 

At that, her expression twists guiltily. She shakes her head. 

“Then- then what was the whole... the being interested in my dying.”

“Oh, I am interested,” Natalia says, lightly. “But I think you didn’t really want to talk about it. Not seriously, at least. The way you brought it up, when we first met, like it was just something funny or curious that happened to you... I figured you needed someone to match that tone, to help you to open up. And eventually...”

“...realize that it wasn’t nothing,” Buck finishes, ducking his head to hide his embarrassment. 

“Just because you’re still here, Buck, it doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. To you... to the people who love you.”

For the first time, Buck’s head actually thinks about his family seeing him die. He thinks about how Eddie’s shooting wrecked him, and finally understands that perhaps that’s why they’ve been acting weird since he came back, like he could break any second, like they are waiting for him to catch up on what happened. Buck, you died. Buck, you died. You died, Buck. 

“I know it happened. I just... I want it to mean something.”

“It already does. It can mean whatever you want it to.”

Buck takes in a shaky breath and lets it out slowly, meeting her eyes again. 

“Death isn’t about life ending, Buck, it’s about the journey before. And, for you, there’s still a whole journey ahead... and behind. You can’t shake off your past like you’re changing skin, you wouldn’t learn anything that way. This is a second chance at your life, not some other imagined one. A lot of people who go through similar situations, who die and come back, want to burn it all to the ground, be someone new... but that’s just another way of running away.” 

“Or go to Italy,” Buck huffs, amused, and for the first time in this entire conversation Natalia looks confused. He just shakes his head. “I guess I’ve just been... I’ve been trying to use this to find my way, but instead I’ve been so lost.”

“Maybe you’re looking in the wrong places,” she says, with a sweet smile, and he knows she means herself. 

“Yeah, maybe. But I don’t know where else to look.”

“I can’t help you with that,” Natalia says, as she gestures for the check. “But in my experience, life and death aren’t so different in that they can catch you in the most unexpected places. Sometimes... right under your nose.”

“Wouldn’t that be funny?” Eddie’s never going to let him live this down when he tells him. “Uh... I feel like I should be paying for the session, or sessions, you know?”

“You can just pay for my coffee,” she laughs. “And maybe one of those chocolate muffins to go.”

Buck laughs, and hopes that Natalia keeps in touch because, even if clearly they haven’t been dating, he kinda likes her. She’d be a good friend to have around. 

“So... if I have any more questions... about death?” He says, watching her pick up her purse and straighten her dress. 

“You can always call me, Buck, but I think you already have all the answers you’re looking for. You just gotta let yourself see them.”

And with that, she gives his shoulder a quick squeeze as she passes by and walks away. Buck sighs, and finds himself smiling. 

As he walks out of the cafe, he pulls out his phone and shoots Eddie a quick text: Man do I have a story to tell you. Wanna grab a beer?

Eddie’s reply comes quickly: Always. My place or yours?

Yours. Buck writes back, hopping into the jeep. 

[sweetbuckybarnes]

Bucky Has a Girlfriend?: How They Met

Summary: Prequel to this post. How Y/N and Bucky met thanks to Yelena Belova.

It was Yelena who introduced Y/N and Bucky. The former Russian assassin had met the Brit whilst the latter was waitressing in a bar in a big city Yelena can no longer remember.

All she can remember is being on the run before the snap, hiding at the back of the bar, her eyes jumping from person to person watching out for her captor.

"You're not going to do well, hiding in a place like this," came a voice, swiftly followed by a ringed hand and a bracelet covered wrist. Yelena looked up and came face to face with one of the waitresses. "Judging alone by your shifty eyes and fidgeting fingers, you're going to bounce as soon as you see whoever you're looking for."

Yelena blinked repeatedly, how is it possible that she noticed all this about her in less than 5 minutes.

"I used to think I was going to be some detective like Sherlock Holmes. Turns out my eyesight was too bad for them to take me on," she explained. "Dad likes to call me his little Shellie Holmes."

A female version of Sherlock Holmes, clever.

"Well, good luck," she said, taking the rest of the glasses between her fingers and walking away from the table.

Incredible.

💫💫💫

5 years later, when the snap was reversed. After Yelena discovered the truth about what happened to Natasha that day on the cliffside.

The day that still haunts Clint.

Yelena went and tracked down the waitress who spoke to her the evening before the snap.

Getting to the bar, stood behind the bar top, was the waitress, with a heartbroken expression of on her face.

"Hey! You're back!" The waitress turned possible bar tender smiled at Yelena, a sight the Russian wasn't used to, as the woman put her rag down. "How've you been? Did you disappear too?"

She'd also disappeared, dusted. What did he call it?

"Yeah, they're not looking for me now. And I found out what happened to my sister."

Yelena could see the sorrow reflected on Y/N's face. "If it helps, I found out my fiancée got married. To my best friend."

That explained the missing ring.

"Sorry."

"Can I get you something to drink?"

💫💫💫

Yelena would often go to the bar, and the pair formed a fast friendship - which is how Yelena found out about Y/N hating her job.

"But what can you do? I was lucky to get this when I came back. Some people aren't as lucky," Yelena learnt it wasn't often that Y/N complained about things.

Just as Yelena was going to say something in return, a special newscast from the US was broadcast on the TV.

The new Captain America, Sam Wilson, gently placing a civilian on their feet and gave a speech - much like when he first took up the mantel 4 months ago. And he was much like his official predecessor - Steve Rogers.

"That's what you call a hero," Y/N commented, as she filled up another glass for a different one of her regulars. "He served his country and continues to do so."

Yelena watched the TV as Sam spoke there was body hovering over his shoulder. The former Winter Soldier. James Buchanan Barnes, known as Bucky to his friends - limited as they may be.

"It also helps when your second in command is as handsome as he is," Y/N said, her chin resting on the palm of her hand, as her elbow propped her up. She continued to silent admire the former Prisoner of War. She blinked out of her trance, looking over at Yelena. "Well, this isn't going to get the glasses clean, is it?"

As Y/N walked away from her spot, collected the remaining glasses around the bar and the tables - passing other waitresses and waiters as she went, Yelena's phone rang displaying an unknown number from the US.

When Y/N looked over at Yelena, the blonde Russian pointed to outside as she answered her phone.

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It turned out to be Sam Wilson who had just been on the TV, and he wanted a new person on their team. And Sam had heard of Yelena from the now officall6 retired Clint Barton.

"He said you managed to take him down, only person to really do that was... well... Natasha."

"My sister," Yelena replied. "We were raised together. And if he's recommended me. I might as well join."

💫💫💫

3 weeks later, Yelena was flown over back to the US, to complete her first mission with the new Captain America and James Barnes.

When she was on facetime, as Y/N mentioned an interview for a possible new job, Bucky interrupted her.

"Come on Yelena. You can walk and talk right?" He muttered to her, taking a glance at her phone screen before doing a double take, seeing the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. The ones he'd taken out dancing in the 1940s couldn't compare.

"Hey."

"Hi."

[moookar]

Moo please talk about your ocs I want to know everything about them <33

Okay I started responding to this but then it became like 400 words long and I wasn't even halfway done with what I wanted to say so I'm shortening this!!! (I saved the long thing to another draft so it's not gone but.. I won't subject u to that :P)

ALSO THANK YOU! I profusely thanked you in the other version so I. forgot to here LOL

Here's Exiled!!!

We have three protagonists:

Caparal Winslow, 23, who/knows

Caparal is the older brother of a duke. Yes, succession goes by age in this setting. Caparal just really didn't want to be duke when his father and older sister died suddenly, and his social standing was tanked because of that.

Caparal was always the weird, quiet, alchemy-loving, forgettable son of the duke to anyone who bothered to think about him; now he's the weird, quiet, alchemy-loving brother of the duke with a major reputation for being a coward. Is this deserved? No, not really. But it's a thing that happened and he has to deal with it now. Which he would very much prefer to not do! He loves avoiding--just, just avoiding in general.

Delayne Meersummer, 28, she/her

Delayne is the most cheery friendly buddy-buddy person ever guys trust me she's normal she's a normal functioning member of life she's sooo chill and is a normal friend. & everyone likes her

Okay she's. She's really messed up and I can't get into disecting her here because I will not be able to stop, but the bullet points are 1) estranged her family and support system due to her thrill seeking 2) got pushed into the wrong circles with no family or friends to help her, where she was encouraged to become a mercenary and therefor kill people and 3) could not cope with that so she's been heavily disassociated for the past decade. Okay that was way simpler to explain than I thought

Toor'rye "Rye" Ican'tthinkupagoodlastname, 22, he/him/their

This guy's a messsss dude. He's a cartographer who's gotten pulled into being a guide for o-o-one specific mercenary who just won't leave him alone because she thinks she can fix him (Delayne) one too many times and is now is a part of this big mess (the plot) because of it.

Rye has a few forms of expression: anger, sarcasm, annoyance, and fear. Those are his languages. (Metaphorically. He is actually fluent in two northern languages and the official language of Wralan, where this story takes place. He is shockingly well traveled and educated, despite his haggard appearance--he has very few clothes and they're all worn thin to the point of being almost unwearable, although from the way he puts really intense care into his appearance you'd think they're multi-thousand-dollar suits.)

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We also have Lionel Winslow, 22, he/him, who my beloved @adragoncat described as "A erratic mess who is making it everyone’s problem", and Andrea Munteanu, 25, she/her, who is Caparal's fiancé (in an arranged marriage where they are.. okay friends? good acquaintances?) and mourns his supposed sudden death. (Lionel tried to kill him). (It did not work, as you can tell from the "supposed").

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Yeah anyway this is my silly high fantasy comedy <3. They are very stupid. I've written a few things for them, only one of them really good enough to share.

Thank you so much for reading!!! It means the world to me!!!

[dcbbw]

Dawn’s Early Light

My Dearest @tessa-liam:

Surprise … I’m your #choicessecretpal22!

Before we get into unwrapping your present (which comes with a gift receipt for returns if you don’t like it), I’d like to take a few moments to say THANK YOU for being such a supportive member of the fandom, whether you are creating content (linking your Masterlist for those who don’t know) or enthusiastically supporting others who do via reblogs and insightful commentary.

When I got your wish list, I was sorely tempted to go with the obvious choice given we are both King Liam stans, but I considered: You get Liam content (from me, at least) all year round. You know what isn’t as prevalent? Desire & Decorum content.

So, I gift you my rewrite of the iconic duel between Ernest Sinclaire and Duke Richards. I sincerely hope you (and any who read this story) enjoy it. FYI, I used the default name, Clara Mills.

Thank you so much @choicesfandomappreciation for hosting such a wonderful event!

Please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors. I proofed it really well, but it’s me, and I am not the best at wrapping gifts. MS Editor rates the story as 99% error-free.

Rating is M for Mature

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Song inspo: A Bitter Song, Butterfly Boucher

Word count: 3,356

Content warning: gun violence, slightly nsfw

Dawn, The Castle Ruin

The early morning held a chill; it dusted the cracked earth with a light frost and turned breath into puffs of white. A man and woman emerged from the shadows of the abandoned castle ruin, hands tightly clasped together as they walked across the desolate field. The quiet was broken by their shoes crunching over sparse, white-tipped blades of grass, and her hitching breath as she held back tears.

The man’s gait slowed, and she peered up at him through tear-tangled lashes. His bluish-gray eyes smiled down at her, though his expression remained somber.

“Clara, my love …whatever happens today … I am in completely and utterly in love with you. For eternity.”

His palm cupped her cheek before his fingers combed through her thick dark tresses that flowed from beneath her bonnet. A bittersweet smile curved his mouth before slowly fading; he worried his lower lip before letting out a deep sigh.

“My will … everything goes to you. Ledford Park, assets, heirlooms, all of it. Mr. Harper has the official document in the event things do not go as planned.”

Clara pulled him closer, deeply inhaling his scent as her cheek lay upon his chest. “Ernest, don’t speak like that!” She pulled away, staring into his eyes beseechingly. “I can’t live in a world that doesn’t have you in it,” she sobbed.

Ernest Sinclaire pulled his lover closer to his body, his strong arms embracing her tightly. “I pray to the Lord above you won’t have to.”

The pair stayed that way for a few moments, pulling away only when they heard the thundering of horse hooves draw closer.

“Why is there such a goofy smile on your face, Mr. Sinclaire?” Clara Mills teased as she made herself as comfortable as possible upon a large boulder just outside the ruined castle.

Ernest Sinclaire sat on the ground with his long legs stretched out before him, staring dreamily into Clara’s face. A bemused grin split his lips. “’Mr. Sinclaire?’ Why so formal, m’lady? And if it isn’t apparent, I am in love with you. Foolishly so, it seems.”

Clara laughed, the peals almost musical. “It’s quite apparent. Hopefully my feelings for you are as transparent.”

Before Ernest could reply, a gravelly voice interrupted their conversation.

“Well, well, well. Isn’t this lovely?” Duke Richards sneered, a scowl marring his facial features. “I come searching for my fiancée, and she’s both enthralled and entangled with another!”

Clara’s eyes were mere slits and her mouth a thin line against her now hardened expression. “I am NOT your fiancée! I am HIS! I had already accepted Mr. Sinclaire’ s proposal before this farce you insist upon parading before the public!”

“Your own grandmother, the Dowager Countess of Edgewater, arranged this union between us,” Duke Richards snarled as sunlight glinted the silver threading his dark brown hair. “It is official, and there is nothing you can do to break it, you ungrateful harlot!”

Clara fell silent. While she had been finding love, Lady Grandmother had been seeking advantageous unions for her only granddaughter. Despite her numerous connections, the best Dominique Foredale could do was Duke Richards, the worst of the lot.

Ernest Sinclaire leapt to his feet. “THAT is quite enough, Your Grace,” he bellowed. “You shan’t tarnish the reputation of the Lady of Edgewater in such a manner!”

The Duke looked at Mr. Sinclaire in amused surprise. “Her reputation is already sullied! I am doing her a favor even agreeing to marry and lift her station in life. I am two generations removed from royalty! You are merely gentry, and she? She is a commoner wench who stumbled into some form of nobility!”

His Grace’s gaze fell upon Clara. “Get UP and come along, fiancée! Don’t make me ask again!” he snapped peevishly.

Ernest stepped protectively in front of Clara, his arms hanging at his sides; his hands curled into fists. “Let us settle this once and for all, Your Grace. I challenge you to a duel. Pistols at dawn for the honor and hand of Lady Clara. The winner has her for as long the Lord allows the union to last. The first to fall walks away with no more connection or communication with her.”

“ERNEST!” Clara screamed at hearing the words.

Duke Richards’ eyes darted between the two, a shrewd expression on his face while his index finger stroked his chin. “And you’ll walk away, out of her life. Forever?”

Ernest’s eyes hardened. “The loser will.”

The Duke shrugged. “Same difference.” He looked around. “Where do you propose we have this … duel?”

“Here. At dawn,” Mr. Sinclaire replied.

“I’ll see you at dawn.” The Duke tugged at his waistcoat, preparing to take his leave. His eyes fell upon Clara. “I’ll see you at dinner. Don’t be late,” he warned.

As the noble stalked off into the woods that led back to Edgewater, Ernest Sinclaire’ s face paled as he fell to the ground, lightly thumping his forehead against the rock his beloved sat on.

“I’ve just challenged the Duke to a duel,” he murmured disbelievingly.

“And it won’t be a fair fight,” Clara muttered as her fingers combed through his chestnut-colored hair.

The gathering met in the clearing, divided into two groups: Duke Tristan Richards and his second, Sir Gideon Payne on one side; Ernest, Clara, and their friends on the other.

The Duke and Sir Gideon whispered amongst themselves, the second occasionally patting his jacket pocket. Despite the nip in the air, neither man wore an outer coat.

Miss Annabelle Parsons huddled with Clara, hugging the younger woman close to her side. The Lady of Hazelvale’s expression was stoic as her eyes flitted about, observing everyone.

Briar Daly, Clara’s best friend and lady’s maid, wrapped a woolen shawl about Clara’s shoulders as she strained to hear what the Duke and Sir Gideon were discussing. The constant plumes of white emitting from their lips suggested it was urgent; the lowness of their voices confirmed it was clandestine.

Prince Hamid, the ambassador for the Ottoman Empire, glared at the Duke, not bothering to hide his disdain for the noble.

Luke Harper, Ernest’s second, was in conversation with the country squire, uncertainty washing over his features as he examined the pistol cradled in his palm.

“The Duke shall be dead in the morning!” Briar Daly declared in a decidedly cheerful voice which was at odds with her words.

The friends were seated in the study at Ledford Park, discussing the impending duel.  After minutes of thunderstruck silence upon hearing of Mr. Sinclaire’s challenge, the visitors had erupted in bouts of jesting and laughter and mocking His Grace, Clara included.

Ernest Sinclaire looked at them, the pit of his stomach turning sour as his anger and frustration mounted. But his tone was measured when he spoke.

“I’m certain that this joviality is an effort to relieve the … heaviness we must all be feeling at what awaits me in the morning, but we mustn’t lose sight of who we’re dealing with. This is a man who rapes unsuspecting women and demands thank-yous from them for sharing his noble seed with them. A man whose wealth was built upon unscrupulous deals. A man whose very word cannot ever be trusted.”

His friends watched Ernest Sinclaire with somber eyes and sober expressions, the merriment of a few moments ago now gone. He met their gazes and gave a rueful shake of his head.

“This is without doubt the most foolish thing I have ever done, but now I know what true love is and I refuse to let it slip away. Or be taken away.”

Clara rose from the settee, quickly making her way to Ernest’s side. She rose on tiptoes to place a sweet, lingering kiss on his cheek. “I’m not worth a duel.”

“You’re worth everything,” Ernest replied.

“Well, what do we need to do?” Miss Parsons asked briskly as her palms smoothed the skirt of her dress.

“I need a second. Mr. Harper, I would be honored to have you by my side.”

“Are you quite sure of that, Mr. Sinclaire?” Prince Hamid asked. “The rules state that your second must be your societal equal.” The Prince looked quickly at Luke Harper. “No offense, Mr. Harper.”

Luke nodded. “None taken, Your Highness. I thank you … all of you … for seeing me as a person, not a colored person.”

Ernest had risen from his chair and was using a key to open a glass cupboard that lined the back wall. “I see you as a man, Mr. Harper. As for societal equals, I’m Mr. Sinclaire, he’s Mr. Harper. We have the same title.”

“I am humbled by your invitation, Mr. Sinclaire, but I served in the Navy, not the militia.”

“A pistol is a pistol, Luke.” Ernest removed a firearm from the cabinet’s shelves. “Just aim and fire. Let’s practice, shall we?”

“Come along, come along,” Duke Richards grumbled as he infiltrated the band of comrades. “I’m ready to have breakfast with my fiancée.”

“Pride cometh before a fall, Your Grace,” Briar snapped as she stepped in front of Clara.

The Duke unceremoniously pushed the maid out of his way. “This isn’t my first time taking a woman from Sinclaire. Although I’ve never had to get up so early to do so. And one.more.word, and you will be unemployed.”

Briar bit her tongue at the noble’s words. She knew the Duke was referring to Roselyn Sinclair, Mr. Sinclair’s former wife.

Mrs. Ernest Sinclaire was a social climbing gold digger who had never loved her husband, marrying the young squire for access to his small fortune; for reasons known only to her, she indulged in a year-long affair with Duke Richards.

Roselyn became pregnant with the Duke’s child and Mr. Sinclaire threw her out into the street; she soon returned when the nobleman refused to even acknowledge her existence. The Sinclaires continued to live together in Ledford Park but led separate lives.

Mr. Sinclaire never told his wife’s family or friends of her indiscretion to spare her reputation, the only thing she had left.

Roselyn died in childbirth, and her son given to her brother to raise.

Duke Richards’ eyes lingered over Clara’s countenance, studying her as one would a storefront display. His gray eyes were the color of storm clouds as he took in her hair flowing freely about her shoulders instead of modestly pulled back and braided.

His lips thinned when he noticed the intimate bruises along the column of her throat. His hands tightened into fists when Clara defiantly turned her head to the side, giving the Duke a glimpse of the markings against her neck.

The Lady gave him a haughty look before speaking so low, only the Duke could hear. “Regardless the outcome, you will NEVER have me in any way! I belong to Mr. Sinclaire and he, to me.”

Duke Richards thrust his face into hers; there was less than an inch of space between them. He bared yellow-stained teeth in a wolfish grin. When he spoke, his breath was foul. Clara’s nose wrinkled at the stench.

“You rutting bitch, I couldn’t care less what the hell your commoner ass does with that noble wanna-be once I get hold of Edgewater,” he taunted.

“You will CERTAINLY NOT ever be in possession of Edgewater!” Clara seethed.

“The Dowager Countess has practically promised it to me and has agreed to draw up papers to that effect. Don’t believe me? Ask her yourself after I win this duel.”

Clara’s blood ran even colder. Ernest MUST win!

He pulled back, straightening the lapels of his red jacket. “I suggest you learn now how to treat me with the respect my position warrants. It could save a life and make yours more … pleasant.”

Duke Richards turned at feeling a hand cup his elbow; it was Sir Gideon. “Your Grace, it’s time.”

Ernest Sinclaire made his way to Clara’s side, his brow furrowed in concern and ire. “Are you in distress, my darling? My attempts to reach you were …thwarted.” His eyes slid to Gideon Payne who was now in discussion with Luke Harper.

Clara’s eyes began to water as they searched Ernest’s face, committing his every feature to memory. “Ernest …”

Mr. Sinclaire’s head bent, and his lips pressed against hers, quickly and fiercely. “I’ll never forget last night,” he vowed as his eyes held hers. “I’ll never forget you.”

Clara pressed her palm to his cheek, relishing in the warmth of his flesh despite the temperature. “Godspeed, my love.”

Thin fingers of moonlight slithered through the cracks in the castle roof; Clara focused her gaze on the silvery-white light sparkling against the broken stained-glass window as Ernest’s full lips kissed a searing trail from her throat to her breasts.

His tongue wetly licked the puckered pink of one of her nipples, while his fingertips pulled and gently pinched the other. His skin, tanned in the daylight, was pale in the shadowy darkness.

But warm. So warm.

The pair had left Ledford Park just before sunset to clear their heads as best they could. It was unspoken that they would return to the ruin; it had become a sanctuary for them. A space where there were no worries, no problems.

Just them and their love.

Tonight, their sanctuary was becoming hallowed ground.

Ernest was at her center now; his large palms pressed against the silk of her thighs, pushing them apart. There was a low moan as his lips wrapped around her clitoris, and he suckled eagerly. Clara’s eyes closed as she felt a slickness cover her folds; the scent of arousal filled her nostrils. She didn’t know if it was hers or his.

Or both.

His name fell from her lips as his tongue slid in and out of her entry; her hands fell into his hair when his fingers walked along her wet walls. She groaned when his manhood entered her tightness. His movements were slow and deliberate at first, but quickly sped up as she accommodated his length and girth.

“Open your eyes, darling,” he commanded.

Clara obeyed, keeping her gaze trained on his.

They screamed their orgasms to the heavens above.

Afterwards, when the silence was broken by Ernest’s snores and the sound of his heartbeat in her ear, Clara prayed that she and Ernest would have forever together.

However that may come about.

The two men faced each other with very different expressions. Duke Richards’ was smug, Ernest Sinclaire’s was stone-faced.

“Are you ready, gentlemen?” Luke Harper asked.

The Duke and Squire nodded in unison.

“Sir Gideon shall count up to 10; for each tally, you will both take a pace in opposite directions. At the final count, you will face each other and draw weapons. Do you understand?”

The men nodded again.

For the first time since their arrival, the group was silent.

Briar bent her head in prayer.

Clara clutched Miss Parson’s hand tightly, her eyes glued to Ernest Sinclaire’s form.

Prince Hamid stood next to Luke Harper, hands behind his back, his dark blue eyes inscrutable as he watched the exchange.  

The seconds handed the principals their weapons. Ernest frowned slightly as he hefted the pistol; it didn’t feel … right. A frisson of fear licked at the inside of his belly, but he shrugged it off.

His weapon of choice was a sword, not a gun.

“ONE!” Sir Gideon shouted.

The sky began to streak with orange and yellow; the first of the sunrise rose over the abandoned castle as the count continued. Ernest felt his heart rate increase with every measured step. He had to win. It wasn’t that he minded death; he didn’t. It was all the circle of life. But to leave Clara at the mercy of the jackal mere steps behind him?

Unacceptable.  

“TEN!” Sir Gideon announced.

Ernest spun on his heel, weapon drawn. Ten paces away, Duke Richards mimicked his stance. His index finger curled around the trigger, but nothing happened. He pulled again but the firing pin was jammed.

What the hell?

The shot that rang out across the clearing was a thunderclap upon the still air.

Every movement following seemed to happen in slow motion:

The looks of surprise and pain that washed over the Squire’s face.

The gun falling from his hand, landing in a patch of damp grass three feet away.

The bloom of blood against his white shirt as he fell backwards.

The flopping of his thick brown hair against his forehead as he landed heavily against the earth.

Clara, Luke, and Annabelle Parsons rushed to Mr. Sinclaire’s side, determining the placement of the wound. Without thought, Clara hooked her hands together, frantically pressing her palms against the flow of blood. It was warm and pulsing against her skin; her hands were soon coated with it.

Dear God, there’s so much blood!

Duke Richard’s sauntered over, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. “Well, that was quicker than even I anticipated.” His eyes were slate stones when his gaze settled on Clara. “Let’s go, darling,” he ordered.

Clara paid him no attention, her eyes focused on Ernest’s face. His skin was as white as a sheet, and perspiration dotted his forehead and upper lip. All while his blood ran thin rivers over brown dirt.

Hallowed ground.

“Not so fast, Your Grace!” Luke interrupted as he rose. “You still have to face me!”

Duke Richards looked confused. “Why? You want to join him?”

“The rules require it, Your Grace!” Annabelle Parsons shouted in anger and fear.

Prince Hamid walked slowly towards Luke, examining the fallen pistol in his hand. “Mr. Harper, this isn’t Mr. Sinclaire’s gun.”

The Duke and his second snapped their eyes to the Prince.

“You LIAR!” the noble snarled.

Luke snatched the gun, giving it a cursory once-over. “And YOU are a cheater, Duke Richards! There is no inscription on this weapon; Mr. Sinclaire’s gun had an inscription on the barrel.” Luke continued his examination. “There are no bullets in the chamber, and the firing pin is missing.”

His eyes settled on Sir Gideon. “This is NOT the gun I exchanged with you during the inspection.”

The Duke’s face flushed red. “Oh, come now! Mr. Sinclaire and I had a gentlemen’s agreement! Of COURSE that’s the gun you gave Gideon! HOW could he have switched weapons with you RIGHT THERE?”  

Snatches of the conversation reached Clara’s ears, but she was too busy trying to staunch the flow of blood. If only she had a cloth …

She was roused from her mission by Prince Hamid. He knelt beside her, his cape folded in his hands. “Here, let me, Lady Clara,” he offered in a gentle voice.

She nodded quickly, changing positions so Ernest’s head could lay in her lap. She smiled tearfully into his face. “Stay with us, love. Please stay.”

Ernest Sinclaire’s face was distorted with pain and slick with sweat. “Clara … I’m so sorry.” His eyelids fluttered as he struggled to maintain consciousness.

Luke Harper and Prince Hamid were still arguing with the Duke and Sir Gideon. “YOU HAVE TO FACE ME!” Mr. Harper shouted.

“For what? With what? You don’t even have a pistol!” Sir Gideon replied snidely.

Duke Richards stepped away, making a beeline to Clara. Gideon could handle Luke Harper. “You have two minutes to say goodbye!”

“I’m not going ANYWHERE with YOU!”

The Duke ignored her, his gaze now on Ernest Sinclaire. Even the nobleman had to admit the Squire was in dire shape. Ernest’s eyes opened; upon seeing his nemesis, he croaked out, “Go to hell.”

“Seems you’ll beat me there. Do save me a seat, won’t you?”

Clara’s attention was caught by the figure headed their way, pistol in hand. Her eyes widened in fright. “Ernest,” she whimpered.

Mr. Sinclaire’s gaze shifted, and his eyes widened slightly.

The Duke turned, irritated at the interruption.

A shadow fell over the trio as a second shot rang out.

As the sun rose majestically against a cloudless blue sky, Ernest Sinclaire’s eyes closed.

Clara screamed as blood from the gunshot slowly spread across the white shirt.

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[callsignbaphomet]

Dude, I just realized all 4 of my "main" guys have had some messed up shit happen to them.

• Trevor lost his entire family to knights and when he and his little brother were running away to safety his little brother, who had caught pneumonia, died next to Trevor. Trevor had pneumonia as well but he was older and stronger. Knights had been tracking down a werewolf and she found Trevor's family and pretended to be human to hide among them. After a few days she got spooked and ran away but the knights found Trevor's family and evidence the werewolf had hid with them. So they killed them. That same werewolf found Trevor dying and the only thing she could think of to save him as a way to thank him was to bite and infect him. After a few gruelling hours (being infected is actually horrific as the virus runs through your system and it takes like 24 hours) he was infected and for a long time he resented her because now he was all alone and he blamed himself for not being able to save his little brother.

• Loke was nearly drowned when he was a week old by the woman who birthed him. It was a mix between her not wanting him and having PPD. When he was a teenager he got into a fight with another boy and the boy's father being a total dickhead told Loke that his birth mother tried to drown him 'cause she didn't want him. This fucked with his head a little. Sanaa nearly killed the man that told him.

Loke bled to death while trying to protect Jelani (who at the time was 10). It was slow and painful, not to mention he was terrified that his killers would find Jelani and he wouldn't be able to fight them off.

Couple of years later when he was 39 he'd actually be injured during a fight with some raiders and when a village asked for help fighting off some slayers his fiancé Alfr (who was pregnant at the time, he was ftm, but the only one who he told was Loke's mom) volunteered to go in his place and that entire party had been massacred. Loke was out of it for a long time. Sanaa never told him about Alfr being pregnant otherwise it woulda fucked him up worse.

There's something else but I'm not sure if I'll make it official. It was recycled into a plot point for the Fallout version but we'll see if I bring it back. The difference is it happened to him and his attackers forced Jelani to watch and some even tried to do it to him but Loke convinced them to attack him instead. It was all done out of revenge.

• Jelani had all that shit that happened before he was reborn which is a massive mess in and of itself. He pretty much lost all the friends he had and there's kind of no fixing those friendships. Not really.

Then he's reborn and lost all memories of his previous life and was down to 1% of his powers and abilities.

He started seeing weird shit no one else could see as a teenager and he started getting horrific migraines, random nosebleeds, suddenly he was sleep walking, hearing weird shit and other weird health related issues.

His entire life was always one massive identity crisis. His entire family is made up of arcanist berserkers and Nordic berserkers and he was neither so he often felt alienated despite his family doing their best to make sure he didn't feel that way and felt loved. It always gnawed at him.

His paternal grandfather died in his arms and he blamed himself for it so when he hunted down and killed the men responsible for Haakon's death Jelani had started to cut his own throat but Loke stopped him in time.

He was forced to watch a group attack Loke and even when some wanted to attack Jelani Loke convinced them to turn their wrath on him instead of Jela. Like I said, not too sure if I'll make this official again but we'll see.

He was abducted and tortured for a month and a half because his attackers thought that Jelani was Loke so instead of correcting them and risking them going after Loke he just took it.

When he got his memories of his previous life back he was distraught and so full of guilt he spent a month in bed. After killing Iain he exiled himself from the pantheon but even then he kinda can't exile himself so it was more done for his own peace of mind.

• Angelus's dad sold him to his maternal grandmother when he was 2 years old. It was more of an exchange. Vanessa would get Angelus to do with as she pleased and in exchange Vanessa would leave Nicolai and Nicole alone.

As soon as he was sold he endured every single type of abuse you can imagine and it got worse when his abusers learned that Nicole had killed herself out of guilt. They blamed him for her death and all the abuse tripled in intensity.

Even now he still suffers from the trauma of that abuse.

Unfortunately, sometime in the 2010s one of his abusers ran into him, kidnapped him and brutalized him to the point of needing surgery.

These are just some of the more fucked up things that have happened to them. Was checking something in an old file and put two and two together.

[icouldntfindquiet]

why do you think it's taking them so long to find replacements?

Bob and Bondy left in March 2021, right? When they agreed to support Stereophonics back in December 2021 (and then it got postponed to June 2022), I really think they were hoping to work things out and have Bondy come back. But something big happened which caused CATB to pull out due to “unforeseen circumstances.” Following that, Bondy and Benji immediately blocked each other on Instagram. (Them still following each other previously makes me think they were trying to work things out.)

The day Bondy posted his statement, I was reading people’s comments and noticed this which I found strange. It’s no longer there but this came from someone who’s friends with Benji’s fiancé. I don’t know what it means but I don’t think everyone’s entirely innocent and we haven’t heard from all sides yet.

And then Van’s uncle posted this on his Instagram story in July 2022. I honestly don’t think they started seriously looking until then. It would’ve been easier to just look for a drummer (since Bob officially announced his departure in September 2021) than to look for a drummer AND a guitarist so I think this set them back.

As for why it’s taking so long, it can be a number of things. I feel like Van and Benji have high expectations. They’re at a level of fame now where they need someone who takes their job seriously and are very knowledgeable and skilled. And on top of that, they need someone they can get along with personality-wise. Basically, they’re looking for another Bondy/Bob but they’re not gonna find them unless they lower their expectations or make exceptions like hiring someone who has the potential to learn and grow into their role.

And on top of that, Bondy’s statement and the rumors floating around aren’t helping them either. Would you be hesitant to join CATB after reading Bondy’s statement? Who wants to join a dysfunctional band with intolerable reoccurring behavior? 😬 As much as I love CATB, I’d be hesitant to join unless I know they’ve made an effort to fix these issues. My hope is that they have! Bondy was nice enough to tell them what the issue was! Most people would just leave and let them figure it out. 🙈

So I think that’s why it’s taking so long. They didn’t start until much later than you’d think, they’ve got high expectations, and Bondy’s statement and the rumors aren’t helping. But then again, this is all speculation so what do I know? 🤷‍♀️ I wish I could find Van and ask him. He’s smart to hide. 😂

Why do you guys think it’s taking so long? 🤔

[monsterkong]

Behind the Scenes of My Life: Addressing the Rumors and More

Hello, fabulous readers! 🌺 I hope you’re all doing well and staying fabulous. Today, I’m peeling back the curtain and giving you a behind-the-scenes look at some of the most talked-about topics in my life. You’ve been asking, and I’m finally ready to answer. Let’s get into it!

Pregnancy Rumors: Here’s the Truth

First up, let’s talk about those pregnancy rumors. I’ve seen the comments, the DMs, and the speculations. So, am I pregnant? The short answer is no. 🙅‍♀️ Yes, my stomach may have looked a bit rounder in a recent video, but that’s just normal bloating, my friends! It’s nothing new—just a regular part of life.

However, I am excited to share that my husband and I are in the process of trying to conceive! 🤗 We haven’t told many people this, so you’re some of the first to know. It’s an exciting time for us, and I’m looking forward to the day when I can officially say I’m expecting. Wish us luck on this journey! 🌟

Did I Spoil ‘The Mole’ Season 2?

This next question has been driving me absolutely bonkers! 🤪 Did I spoil ‘The Mole’ Season 2? Some people seem to think I knew the results before the show aired, but let me clear the air—I did not. It was pure luck that I guessed the winner and the mole correctly. No inside scoop, no spoilers, just a lucky guess. 🎯

But someone didn’t believe that and started spreading rumors, telling the entire cast not to speak to me. Imagine how awkward that made things when I had to work with them for Netflix’s official podcast! 😬 But we moved past it, and I’m here to tell you that I had no prior knowledge—just a lot of speculation and a bit of good fortune.

The Painful Story Behind My Breakup

Now, onto something a bit more serious—what happened with my ex? 💔 This is a tough one, but I think it’s important to share. I was in a relationship with a guy who was really into gaming. I got into it to support him, and before I knew it, my channel was growing like crazy. Unfortunately, his wasn’t, and that caused some tension between us.

Things took a dramatic turn when I introduced him to a close friend of mine. She was supposed to help him with his photography, but instead, they ended up having an affair. She was married, he was my fiancé, and just like that, my world came crashing down. 😢 It was a painful time, and it took me a long time to heal from that betrayal. But I’ve moved on, and I’m in a much better place now.

Do I Have an OnlyFans?

Let’s clear up the OnlyFans rumors while we’re at it. Yes, I created an account, but it’s completely inactive. I did it just to secure my handle and prevent anyone from impersonating me. So if you’re looking for content, you won’t find it there! 😉

Who Had the Red Screen?

Remember that accidental red screen moment? It was Ryan! 🎬 For those of you who guessed it, good job! It was a bit of a mishap, but hey, these things happen in the world of reality TV.

Will I Be on Another Show?

And finally, the big question—will I be on another show? 🤐 I’ve had some interest from different networks, and while I can’t confirm anything just yet, it’s definitely something I’m considering. With ‘Squid Game’ Season 2 casting right now, who knows what the future holds?

Thank you for reading and for always being so supportive. If you have more questions, drop them in the comments below. And don’t forget to subscribe for more behind-the-scenes updates! 💖

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